Mystery Socks

So I went to pick Hunter up from school today, and he had socks on under his sandals. I may not be a fashionista, but I would NEVER allow my child to wear socks with sandals. So I asked his teachers about it, and they told me that he brought the socks and his shoes over to them after his nap so they thought the socks were his. Ummmm. Not so much. And ew.

Then they went around and checked every kid in the room to make sure they had socks on, and y'all, they did. So where did they come from? Are they days or weeks old? Has my son been holding onto these socks (that are definitely not his) every day during nap like they are his lovey? Double ew.

I took a picture when we got home so I could post it...and so I could use it in his rehearsal dinner video one day as loving embarrassment...
After I got the camera out he started running races...alone...so I guess they weren't really races...in the front yard. He'd say, "One. Two. Three. GO!" and run toward me. In the picture above he's counting. Here he is taking off...

So cute. Even if he was dressed like the dorkiest kid in school today:)

Dang.

My husband loves sports. For those of you that know him well...or know him minimally even..., you realize what an understatement that is. After we had been dating around 5ish months - which was apparently a long time based on James's history...so say his friends:) - his friends would ask if I'd ever watched sports with him, and his good friends would say, "No, have you ever been to a Cowboys game with him?" This was apparently going to be the real test of whether our relationship would last.

Of course I always thought they were being ridiculous. Until. I decided to actually go for it. We were already engaged when we went to our first Cowboys game together, and I have to say I really did see a side of him that I'd never seen before.

My husband has real passion for sports, particularly Dallas or SEC teams, and above ALL teams, he will forever be a fanatic for the Dallas Cowboys. It's quite an experience to sit at a Cowboys game with him, but I promise if you do go to a game with him, you will leave with many funny stories...and maybe some temporary hearing loss if you were lucky enough to sit in the seat right beside him.

When we were pregnant with Hunter we talked about how he needs to tone it back a little with the sport watching excitement once the baby comes. I have to give him credit for really trying, but he just can't hold his love back for his teams.

So now that Hunter is 2 he's really been into doing everything we do. He loves to clean when I'm cleaning...

...and even when I'm not cleaning. I try to redirect him to his toys, but he just begs, "clean! clean!"

He also loves to wear our shoes around the house laughing hysterically the whole time. He helps with the laundry and the yard work and tries to put lotion and makeup on when I am - James can't wait for him to outgrow this one. And he especially loves to say everything that we say. He'll stand in front of the mirror, looking at himself sternly and wave his index finger boldy saying, "No! No! No! Stop!" (Yeah. That one made me feel really good.)

So you can imagine what trouble we are in for now that the Mavs are in the playoffs. Today during the game James was yelling at the Mavs or the refs or the Spurs or somebody while I was in the kitchen making dinner. I turn around as I hear Hunter yell, "Dang it!" He looked just like his father. Glaring at the tv. Jumping around the room in anger. And yelling "dang it!" Yes ladies and gentleman, our 2 year old son is already using inappropriate language...and he doesn't even have that much language that is intelligible. Good.

I gave James the eye, and then 20 seconds later spilled some of the waffle batter on the counter. Guess what I said? "Dang it!" Okay God. Point taken.

Here's a mild sample of James's Mavs watching. (I originally filmed this to show Hunter's face as he looks back and forth at his dad and the game, but the sun in the background pretty much blacked that out. The audio that you'll hear from James turned out to be even funnier though.)...

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I know. Hysterical.

The first time ever I saw your face...

We had our 3D sonogram yesterday at the DPRC. Charlotte was waaaay more cooperative than her brother was at his 3D sonogram. Our friend, Kay, got several great pictures of her face in plain view...

Then she got cute with us and played a little peekaboo...

It made me really excited to see her face and (already!) perfectly formed little body. We can't wait to meet her! Less than 15 weeks to go!

Big Boy Room or The most boring post you've ever read

Hunter's main birthday gift from mommy and daddy was new big boy furniture for his bedroom.

The big boy bed is reversible, so when he's old enough we can turn it upside down and he'll sleep up high like a bunk bed...

We got it from IKEA after travelling all over the entire DFW metroplex...seriously...actually if I'm being honest just the D part of the metroplex, but that is still enough to make you crazy. Then the box was too big for the car. Then when my dad took me 2 days later in his ginormo truck the bed was out of stock. Then when we finally got it there were about 1,000 pieces of wood. So James basically made this thing from scratch. Hunter really appreciates it though! And now in the morning he just walks into our room and says, "hi!" It's the best thing to wake up too:)

I forgot to take before pictures of his room, so this post has lost some of the potential dramatic effect of our Extreme Bedroom Makeover. Here's the after shots though...

Okay, so it's really not that extreme of a makeover, but Hunter's really excited about his new dresser, bed, bookcase and shelves. Here's some proof...

Easter

We had a super busy Easter. We left for church that morning and didn't get home until 6:30 pm. I was so exhausted I went to bed at 8 that night! I totally forgot to get a picture of the 3 of us, but here's some quick ones of Hunter...

He had another egg hunt (his 6th!) at Grandee and Poppy's all by himself - I dont' think being the lone egg hunter bothered him too much! More candy for him!

Then he checked out the basket the Easter bunny brought to Grandee and Poppy's house for him...

The harmonica was a hit...

...even though he hasn't quite mastered the skill to play it yet - he does look really cute trying though...

The Peeps were a totally different story. I can't really blame him for this though. Who likes that thick, sugary-marshmallow, stick to all corners of you mouth stuff anyway?

The Meaning

Hunter has been super busy with Easter egg hunts. He's had 4 (four!) now. Here's the rundown...

Last Saturday we went to our friends' neighborhood egg hunt in Firewheel. Here are the boys before the hunt... Hunter, Judah and Levi, and Jackson

There were parents EVERYWHERE during the egg hunting. Hunter still did a great job, though, and didn't even have one single melt down from all of the people invading his personal space (which personally makes me very proud...we're making progress people)...

Hunter was really excited about the suckers and "play-toh" (his favorite toy)...Here's our sweet boy after the hunt. I think his face does a much better job telling of his exhaustion than I could ever do...Hey, it's hard work hunting for eggs...especially when you're under a time crunch!

The next day we had our church Easter egg hunt after the worship service. Hunter and Ronnie are ready for some eggs! They are soooo excited!... Okay, maybe excited isn't the best word here. This picture was taken pre-candy, so what can we expect really?

This egg hunting experience was much smaller and MUCH colder, which is crazy because at the last egg hunt (the day before!) we were sweating and on this day some of those poor toddlers were crying from the freeeeezing winds.Then this past Wednesday Hunter and I drove up to Denton for my old Kappa chapter's annual egg hunt on the UNT campus. They had a petting zoo and an Easter bunny and 2000 eggs hidden! I walked Hunter into the petting zoo and he freaked (I know y'all are shocked by this) and started yelling, "hurt you! hurt you!," so we just decided to watch our friends pet the animals instead.

Once we were outside of the petting zoo, Hunter saw his friend, Garrett, with an Elmo Easter basket (which is identical to Hunter's) and freaked again, screaming, "BASKET! BASKET!" while pointing at poor Garrett and crying. So now we know no one will ever steal from our kid...at least not easily.

(Erin Westrom, if you're reading this, it was really great to see y'all! I wish my camera would've been working, and we could've gotten a picture of the boys:(...next time!)

After all of the animal and basket drama, the egg hunt began. On the way to the eggs, my sweet friend Erin's mom (different Erin from above) was walking Hunter and E's son, Nolan, over to the eggs. The three of them looked so cute that I tried to get a picture from behind, but I only got this shot......and when I attempted to get a better one, my camera died. It died y'all. Dead. No battery. Zip. Zero. Nada. Y'all know how this could've ruined my egg-hunting fun, but luckily, most of my kappa sistas are papparazzi mommies like me, so they sent me their pictures...

Hunter and I looking for eggs with the Easter bunny....I was surprised how un-scared Hunter was of that big, creepy bunny that wanted to touch him.

Hunter and Nolan from the front...

Hunter and Payton...They are soooo crushing on each other. Look how shy they're being:)

Some of the Kappa alums after the hunt...Michelle with Hayzen, me with Hunter, Courtney with Payton, and Erin with Tatum and Nolan.

I also got to see several other alums (including my grand-lil), which was so fun. Like Courtney, I can't believe it's been 10 years! Things have changed so much, but I still feel so blessed by these women!

Hunter also had an Easter egg hunt at school on Thursday, but I didn't get to go to that one so we have no pictures...not that I really need any more pictures of him hunting eggs. He got tons more candy though...just what we need.

Although I'm so thankful for all of the fun activities Hunter gets to participate in during this season, I want him to know the real meaning of this celebration...the most important holiday in our faith. I ache for him to stand in awe of the Lord as his daddy and I do. The gift Christ gave us through his death is amazing, indescribable, miraculous, HUGE...there is no adequate word for it.

This last year has definitely been my biggest year of growth in my walk with God. I've learned so much more about God's love for me, and the sacrifice He willingly planned before the beginning of time. I have a lump in my throat thinking about how the God of the universe loves me so much that he sent his son to die on a cross for my eternal life. There is a void in life that only He can fill. I so want that for Hunter...and for you. If you are reading this, and do not yet know him, I'd love to talk to you about the gift he's offered to you personally.

As I sit here on this Good Friday night, remembering the cruel crucifixion of my Savior, I look forward to Sunday when we will celebrate his triumph...

"But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed...Therefore I will give him a portion among the great, and he will divide the spoils with the strong, because he poured out his life unto death, and was numbered with the transgressors. For he bore the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors." (Isaiah 53: 5, 12)