G's first baseball game

We got some good tickets to the Texas Rangers baseball game last week and made a family outing of it. We went with some people from Johnny's office and their dates, who swooned over G's cuteness and flirting skills. That boy is going to be a heart breaker, I swear. We had lots of fun even though we left after the 7th inning (bedtime, you know). And when we left the Rangers were winning. It was $1 hotdog night, too, so we tried those. That was a mistake. I could only muster 50 cents worth. Good thing we stopped for dinner before hand.

However, despite the heat and the fact that G got scared every time we got a run and everyone started cheering, (including me cause I like watching live baseball,) I think we'd go again. Especially if a certain baseball-loving in-law was visiting (hint, hint).

Here are the pics:We were in right field, but we moved closer so we could see the jumbo-tron. Still in homerun territory, though (not that anything came our way, but still).

G, not a baseball hat, I know, but a hat none the less.A tired, overstimulated boy leaving the game.

New Tricks

G is not rolling over much these days, that was so a few weeks ago. He's on to bigger and better things, take a look:

Road trip!

We took a road trip two weeks ago to Indiana for my friends wedding reception. Doesn't she look gorgeous? I was so happy to finally meet her husband. I'm also happy that I really like him cause you know how that is, good friend marries someone you don't like then you don't see each other any more. This time living in different states will be the excuse, most likely.

We stayed with Johnny's sister in Kentucky and had so much fun with her and her two girls. Aren't they gorgeous too?
And yes, the smaller one is pretty much the same size as G.

G didn't do as well this road trip since he couldn't just sleep the whole time, but he did do well sleeping once we got to stop for the night. We just had many more tears while driving since he didn't want to be stuck in his car seat where he couldn't move around.We discovered that G has been in more states than his is months old--Utah, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, Arkansas, Tennessee, Kentucky, and Indiana. What a traveler!

Crossing the Mississippi River

Entering Tennessee: the Volunteer State

Playing with the cousins

Do I have to stay in this car seat again?

We also got to play our new favorite game--point out the oddly named cities you pass. Here's what we found:

Arkansas likes to almost steal other names. They have Arkadelphia and Okolona. There's also a town called Friendship that is in the middle of nowhere where we stopped for gas and Johnny heard someone in the gas station asking a woman what brought her into town. Which means there are more remote places than the one-exit town of Friendship.

We also saw Bucksnort and Goodlettsville Tennessee. Good times.

I also realized that Utah is a desert, and that cutting down trees might not be the sin I thought it was.

Meeting G

When people in the grocery store, at church, or at any social function, meet G for the first time a three part conversation ensues. The exchange always goes like this:

Part 1-
Person A: Gushing exclamation about extreme cuteness of baby G.
Me: "Thank you" or some variation.

Part 2-
Person A: Oohh, how old is he?
Me: States current age, rounded to the nearest month.

Part 3-
Person A: Wow! He's really big!
Me: Yeah, sometimes a joke about eating.

I know all the constant gushing about how cute his is should make my mom feathers get all poofy with pride, but instead they only get a little ruffled since I know what's coming next. Yeah, I know he's in the 97% for height and weight. Yeah, my 16 month old niece is almost the same height and weight as him. I know he's big. But really, what do you say to that? It's a little hard to have to hear how huge your child is all the time. I guess I should just be grateful that they always start with his cuteness. That means it's his most striking feature, right? Well, here's a picture, you can figure it out for yourself.

Pre-mobility

My wiggle worm has turned into a turner. This is the beginning of the end, he only gets more mobile from here. Watch these mad new skills develop. Yes, today was the first time he did this:

Thunder Thighs

So, it's been 11 days since I posted last. That is a long time. I bet some of you are wondering what happened to me. Well, remember when I used to go months between postings? 11 days doesn't seem so bad now, does it? Well, I was just made Primary chorister, so that has been taking up some of my free time. It's fun, but slightly overwhelming. And of course, there are always projects, and shopping, and dishes, and laundry, and cleaning to do as well. And G, who takes up a lot of time. Which of course brings us to the favorite part of the week, but it's two-for-one day at Tara Paper since I didn't get to post anything last week.

I've heard it said that babies don't grow kneecaps until after they're first year of life. I don't know if that's true because it's hard to tell under all that fat. G has such cute little round fat rolls on top of his knees that I absolutely love. And right above them are his little thunder thighs. To fully understand the ginormity, let's do a little scale comparison. My hand is the length of G's torso. It goes from neck to belly button. My hands do not fit around G's thighs. My husband, who has much larger hands than mine (mine are really very small for someone my height), can't get his hand all the way around G's thighs either. Which does explain the giant wrinkle in the middle of said thighs. Which is, of course, just the way baby's thighs should be. If only the same could be explained to teenage girls . . . but that's another post . . .

How to tell the real nerds from the posers

• Have you ever been so starved for educational stimulation that you consider reading the old textbooks that you only skimmed through (at best) during your classes?
  
• Have you ever kept textbooks from a class you didn't take?
  
• Have you ever purchased textbooks for a class you had no intention of taking just because they looked interesting?
• Have you ever begged your husband to hold onto textbooks for a class he didn't end up taking because they might be considered research for a future thesis?
• Have you ever been giddy with excitement after tracking down the complete (and old) edition of a textbook anthology you only had one section of at a used book sale?

Yeah (*cough, cough*), me neither . . . Okay, guilty of all 5. But then, I've always professed to be a nerd . . .