Momma's Day Off

Tonya is always complaining that she never gets a day off, well she finally got it. At the last second, she got invited to go to Atlanta to hear Beth Moore speak with some church friends of hers. She left Friday morning and is hopefully coming back late Saturday night. She will not be gone for very long, but it feels like forever. Mom's have it rough. I have to work alot of hours and fight computers all day, but you can at least smack them and turn them off if you get to upset with them.

We had a really good couple of days. I was really trying to do things right. We had just eaten our lunch and I looked down and Will had eaten some lunch of his own. He was sitting in the floor chewing on a tube of desitin. Hey, look on the bright side, he should have a clear face for a while.

Here is a picture of one of our lunches. I promise that is a green been on his head.

Wesley was good except for Friday night. I went to the bathroom for a quick trip (I promise that it was only #1) and when I came back to the living room, he was shoveling fireplace gravel into his mouth. He saw me coming and started doing it even faster. I got several out of his mouth, but I couldn't have gotten them all. I am hoping that they are like doves or pigeons. They eat gravel every day to help digest their food. Maybe babies are the same way.



Saturday evening, the Carpenters came over to visit and play for a little while. Chloe and Ashton had alot of fun dressing our new kitten. I am afraid to go up to her bedroom to see what else they have gotten into.

Happy Anniversary

Well, almost a month has gone by. I guess that it is time to blog again. Alot has happened lately and I will try to get to them at some point, but I have got to tell you about my wonderfull aniversary. Well truthfully, it stunk, but hopefully we will have many more to make up for this one. Our story begins in 1993. Here is a picture for proof. Look how skinny we are. If you look close, you can see my "butt" chin as Tonya so lovingly calls it. No wonder I have a gotee.(I've never tried to spell that before) Tonya looks like she is 12, but I promise that she wasn't.

Who knew that we would later get married, have about twenty kids and always have wonderfull aniversaries. Well it really wasn't that bad. Ya'll settle in close ya here and I will tell you all about it. (That is my Uncle Remus imitation).

Tonya had strep throat and as you can probably imagine, when momma is sick, it is no fun around here. Daddy is just no replacement for Momma. I try, but I'm outnumbered. I made it all better by getting her the perfect .............card. Isn't that what every woman wants on her 12th anniversary? For the record, I had already gotten her two truck loads of mulch the week before. You know 5th anniversary you are supposed to get something silver, the 8th is a birth stone or something and the 12th is definitely mulch. Here is a picture.

And the inside...

I know you ladies are jealous....But then, that evening my wonderful wife gave me a gift.

That's why I love her. She loves monkey cards! Or she has given up hope of me being romantic.