Happy First CX... for your birthday you get a sibling.

So. Some exciting things have taken place.

First... Corban turned ONE!!!!! Yay, Corban. my sweet baby boy is 1 year old. I can hardly believe how quickly the time has gone. He amazes me every day. His personality emerges more and more. In fact, as his Dr. pointed out at his 1 year check up, his personality is that of a very strong willed little boy. If you're familiar with the different personalities, Corban is most definitely choleric. He is opinionated and will let you know what he wants, when he wants. He is also very outgoing and has such a funny little sense of humor. Thankfully, as Dr. T pointed out, I too am choleric. He felt confident that Corban would end up well balanced since I no doubt was not likely to give in to a 1 year old. Um, thanks Doc. Truly, this little prince amazes me. I owe him a blog all to himself on this topic... a blog singing his praise. Cheesy. That'll come later I suppose.  I LOVE him and am so thankful for him. He has made our lives incredible.

Second. I'm preggers. Today I am 18 weeks. YAY. Almost half way there. Little peanut number 2 is due on May 2nd. It's amazing how much this pregnancy has been like Corban's. A lil morning sickness, uber tired and then 2nd trimester has been a breeze. My only frustration is that I haven't been working out as much as I did with CX. I have the best of intentions... to start next week. :)  Baby 2 hasn't really started showing yet... but I'm sure I'll pop one of these days. There's no hurry... I have 5 more months to wear pregnancy clothes.  FYI, I'm 100% sure that we are having a little boy, but we find out for sure in a couple of weeks when I go to the doctor. His name will be Blaise. (God told me so in a dream... seriously) We're still deciding on a middle name. Dominic? Emmanuel? who knows. plenty of time for that. Jamon and I are just so excited. God is so good and we can hardly wait to welcome a new sibling for Corban. Yay, yay, yay.

Lastly, Jamon and I had our first family Thanksgiving. It was so wonderful. There is so much to be thankful for, as mentioned above, and we truly relished our day and weekend together. I cooked the whole meal and was SO nervous.  I'm not a turkey fan so I made two beer bottom chickens, green bean casserole, spinach casserole, sweet potato casserole, rolls, stuffing, gravy, pumpkin pie, apple pie, fruit salad, fruit dip, sweet tea. mmmmm Delish! Jimmy and Nick, two of Jamon's basketball players came over and shared the meal and part of the day with us. Sadly, i didn't get one single pictures. i was too busy enjoying the moments. My heart is so full.

Jamon, Corban and I start with the presents from Oma and Opa. We're so thankful they were able to celebrate CX with us!

He's such an attentive little reader.

Yay for Corban!

Oma set up for Corban's birthday. SUCH a great job!

He's not much of a sweet eater. That lil bite was all he took. he prefers strawberries.

my beer bottom chicken. SO proud. :)

CX and I relax after a big ole Thanksgiving meal.

This pic warms my heart. Love that lil smile.

One of those days

I've been admonished. Not nearly enough blogging. Oh boy do I have admiration for those who can blog every day or every week or even every month. I just don't feel witty enough most of the time. Oh well.


So a couple of weeks ago was a day from you know where. Seriously. Let me lay this out for you. Jamon had an away game so I was going to be on task for picking up Corban from school. No big deal. Jamon was leaving for the game at noon, I needed to pick up Corban at 12:30. Cx and I would then spend the day together, playing, laughing, baking cookies. Who knows. Needless to say, the day did not infact go that way. I got stuck at work and was late picking up Corban from school. Thankfully, he loves school and didn't even notice. I was the only one  frazzed out.  As we arrive home I'm thinking about the things I need to take care of asap. Corban needs a diaper change, he needs to eat, I need to eat and then a nap for both of us. Ohhhhhh, if only it were that easy. As I, with hands full, approach the door to go in I realize it's locked. LOCKED. The door into the house is locked, the front door is locked, the back door is locked. I do not have a key to the house. (don't ask... I've since remedied the situation.) I call Jamon in hopes that he had left his car keys with the house key on them on his desk. No such luck. My only option... trying to catch Jamon who had already been driving for an hour. I was slightly less than thrilled. I finally convinced Jamon that I was not going to catch up to him since he was a solid hour ahead of me and rather, he needed to drop the keys off at the first place he saw. I would drive there, get them and drive home. All in all it was looking like a 3 hour round trip. All this with a baby in a soggy diaper,(the diaper bag was locked in the house), no pacifier,  no food for either of us, a cranky driver and baby. Oh well. Off I went. As I'm driving and Corban is screaming I realize the car is on empty. SWEET. We get gas, corban falls asleep for about 15 minutes. ahhhh, peace and quite. Then I get stuck behind an RV towing a car and three canoes going about 20 mph below the speed limit. Seriously... if I was holier I wouldve shaved off some serious purgatory time. Rather I just cursed under my breath. THEN a cop pulls behind me with his lights on. SERIOUSLY. I'm going below the speed limit, everything is up to date. WHAT???? Turns out he thought the window tint on the Tahoe was too dark. He even brought out a special little tool to test it. Sure enough, illegal windows. Thanks sir. Yep, in the 8 years my husband has had this car no one has every mentioned it. But I'm definitely glad you did today. Slow day on the road? Oh well, no ticket, just a warning and a now screaming baby since Mr. Cop decides it would be fun to try to chat it up with him through the back window. Off we go. Jamon had called to say he found a red and white bus that served food and he dropped the keys off there. The lady didn't speak any english, but he felt confident the keys would be fine and I'd get them. About 30 minutes later I arrive at the bus. Some sweet smiling lady is dangling my keys out of the bus window. Awww, she must've known they were mine. Was it the way I screeched into the "parking lot" or perhaps the way my face screamed exasperation. Needless to say, I said muchos gracias and turned around for the hour and a half drive home. now my mind turned to what has to happen when i get there. My dad and brother were arriving from OKC that evening so I needed to change the sheets, vacuum etc... but first I had to take care of CX and eat. We get home, I take care of CX and make myself a bagel... as I'm sitting down to eat, I figure I'd better check the flight to make sure it's not late. no it's not late it's 30 MINUTES EARLY... time to leave. The bagel gets scarfed, CX gets some food in the car and the house is not vacuumed. We're late getting Dad and Jake... but we make it. And the rest of the night goes smoothly. It was a ridiculous day. At every turn I was calling my sister... can you believe this? We both kept waiting for the next thing to happen... and it did not. Oh well. I can laugh now. God is good and nothing was seriously wrong. Corban handled it all like a champ and I teetered on crazy and champ. Whew. glad it was done and I could enjoy the weekend with my dad and brother.