I Miss You Daddy...

Here's a little message from Sev. He's said Daddy at least three times today, not Dada... Daddy. (he was talking towards Couchette, so maybe he was talking to her about you...)

Not much excitement here today, but he sure looks cute in these pictures.

We love you...4 more days....What do you mean, Mommy, four more days? I can't take it anymore...

Big Boy in the Hizzouse...

Hi Kit. Just thought I would share the boy with you a little. Here's a shot of him with Dad yesterday at the reunion...doesn't he look gigantic? Not like a baby at all. Hmphh.

And today, here he is in the Vino Bambino Tee shirt Nicole and Adam gave him that we thought he'd never grow into.

And lastly, here he is being angry at me for waiting to feed him...but I wanted you to be able to see that big front tooth!

We miss you...only 5 more days.

Lil' Hot Rod...

Since we've been bunking at Mommaw and Poppy's, Sev has just gotten tall enough for the souped up walker Mommaw bought him several months ago. What started out a couple of days ago as awkward backwards scootin has developed into this...



and now he's even faster.
Still missing you, Kit, but it's almost over.

Oh really? That's great.

Today has sucked. Well, mostly. But life is like that sometimes. Why did it suck Susan? you ask? Well, upon return from picking Seven up from Moms, I noticed that there are wet spot on our kitchen ceiling. Shizzzzat. The drainpipe is leaking and now we are going to have to cut into the ceiling, find out the problem, and fix it. Shizzat. Jon is out of town. Double shiz.

Next reason? The cake i was making for Peggy's birthday sunk. Sunk Sunk. And the icing was a little clumpy. And, while I was making it Seven learned to do a trick...as if I didn't have a list of hazards four miles long in the house anyway, now he is climbing the stairs. I caught him when he was on the FOURTH st. Fourth.. Here he is, doing it again...at least he's at the bottom....

Now my head is throbbing, he kitchen is still a freaking mess, I want to go to bed but there is too much to do, and I can't even use my own bathroom upstairs.

Enough whining. Here are a couple of pics from tonight for you. At least THAT was nice.

Miss you, Kit.

The Blueberry Thief...

So, with Seven finally getting his first teeth, he's not been in the happiest of moods. What to do? Take him outside, as he loves it there, you know. I took a strainer up to the garden as we have oodles of blueberries growing (yeah!) and I thought I'd pick some and bring them back to maybe make blueberry muffins or icecream (doesn't that sound good? yep, I thought so, too.) Well, I sat Seven in the grass where he entertained himself happily and I picked berries. Then, for whatever reason, I got distracted and started looking at the tomatoes and zucchini.(Yes, I am easil distracted by produce and enter my own little world.) So what do I see upon the realization that I was supposed to be picking blueberries? Well, see for yourself...

Hi Ya, Kit....

We miss you. Hope you have a better day tomorrow. We won't run around all over creation so that you can find us...we'll just be here baking for the Cafe.

Here's a look at pretty boy drinking his milk today at the pool. He misses you, I think. I know I do.

Love you!

Our First Golf Day!

This morning we all got up and went over to the golf course to watch Jon do his thing. As we waited for the foursome ahead of us to move on, we had time to take some fun pictures. Seven was a real trooper, never once fussing...and then, as we searched for a lost ball on hole 8, without even noticing, he fell asleep in my lap. So I loaded him into the car on Hole 9, and now, while he sleep, Jon continues his game....