Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Mommy, alternating with Daddy: "Philip, you need to take a bit of your hamburger first."
Little Philip: "NO! NO! NO!" "FRIES!" "FRIES!" FRIES!" (slams his face into the booth wall)
Daddy looks at Mommy for support, who is seated across the table from he and his son. Mommy shrugs, after all, she's new at this too.
Little Philip, seeing a glimmer of hope instead said "ICE CREAM?" "MOMMY'S ICE CREAM?"
Mommy, sensing a need to be protective over her strawberry shake, her only item for dinner due to pregnancy heartburn, attempts to hide the enormous classic shake anywhere but in her son's hands.
Little Philip again screams "NO DADDY!" "FRIES!" "FRIES!" "FRIES!" (pause) "ICE CREAM!" "ICE CREAM!" "ICE CREAM!"
Daddy tears a tiny piece of hamburger meat and places it on a napkin, attempting to wager with a two year old by saying "Philip, if you will eat just this one piece, you can have a fry."
Little Philip collapses in sheer horror and pain at the thought of not getting his beloved fry. And then, he decides to give it a try. He takes the hamburger bite, places it in his mouth and begins to chew. Mommy and Daddy praise him for being obedient, and Daddy hands him the fry.
Little Philip promptly spits the chewed piece of hamburger out of his mouth, feeling a sense of accomplishment as he opens his mouth to insert the fry. Daddy takes the fry from his hand just before contact.
Again, complete detonation, full out tears, screams of horror. Mommy looks at Daddy and without speaking says in her facial expression "DO NOT REACT! WE HAVE TO DO THIS!"
(customers look around, but then realize the ambiance of Johnny Rocket's calls for such behavior, thus the family friendly atmosphere with loud 50's music to drown out the screaming)
(Mommy, Daddy, and Little Philip repeat steps listed above for about 20 more minutes, with same said chewed hamburger meat being spit out two additional times)
Finally, Daddy shoves a juice in Little Philip's mouth just prior to the fourth attempt to spit out said hamburger sliver. By now Mommy has eaten most of the fries, leaving only a few for this teaching moment.
Little Philip finally swallows that tiny piece of hamburger and earns his fry. He refuses to eat it, until he is in the car on the way home, carrying it proudly out in front of him in the parking lot as he head to the car.
It is 7:58 p.m. and Mommy and Daddy are borrowing Little Philip's 8:00 p.m. bedtime tonight. We've earned it.
Monday, December 03, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Friday morning we slept late and got ready for the Egg Bowl. Renie and the women went shopping and left the men to make rotel and watch the game. Mississippi State played poorly and Big Philip gave up on the dawgs in the fourth quarter and headed to join Jamie and Bop Bop deer hunting. It was a good day for the Mosses. Not only did Mississippi State win but Jamie and Big Philip both killed 8-points. No, we do not have new wall decoration for our living room. Big Philip is waiting on a bigger deer to mount.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
I've spent the weekend soaking up quality time with Little Philip, attempting to bring up potty training again which failed, again. Friday night we stayed up late, watching "red car movie" according to Little Philip (Cars). I hoped he would sleep in on Saturday after going to bed almost two hours past his normal bedtime. Nevertheless, we were up with the chickens at 7:00 a.m. We made egg in a basket and headed out the door for a few morning errands before going to Callen's 2nd birthday party. Little Philip had a wonderful time with all of his friends. It's so fun to see these little ones starting to be more social with one another. It was also good to see friends I've not seen in quite some time due to work responsibilities during evenings and weekends. We headed home right after Little Philip had a total meltdown when Mommy took one little bite of his Elmo cupcake. He never did quite recover. While Philip was napping, Mommy napped too. It was wonderful with both kitties curled up on my feet and the soft sound of Philip's soft little snoring coming from the monitor next to me.
Aunt Lizzy spent the night on Saturday night and then Sunday morning, we actually made it to church after dropping her back at home. Afterwards, it was nap time again and Mommy took a little nap before trying to get laundry done to prepare for another week. Since we now know we are having a girl, I kept peering into the guest bedroom/office, trying to figure out how to reorganize to make room for baby, without losing a guest bed and Big Philip's very necessary office space. I gave up and, instead, began prepping myself for the ultimate exhaustion, something that breaks a cardinal rule for me. First we were going to the pet store to give Riley a dog bath and then, we were headed to Walmart.
If I could knit Little Philip socks I would to avoid Walmart I would but I can't. He has just about outgrown sizes at Babies 'R Us (just across the street from WalMart) so I really did not have a choice. The boy's sock drawer has diminished to about six pair that fit, or actually form a pair , and finding time to do laundry for that one extra pair of socks to make it to Friday just isn't in the cards as a working mother. The Walmart crowd wasn't too bad, and we were only partially searched as we left. I'm not sure what the clerk thought my potential for shoplifting was, me obviously pregnant, pant legs soaked from having given the dog a bath, hauling a two and a half year old out the door who is fervently gripping Elmo slippers, with two giant rubber maid tubs balancing against his back in the cart. Incidentally, once home he refused to wear them. I think they scare him.
At the end of the day today, I filled one full rubber maid tub full of 12-18 month clothing of Little Philip's, carefully placing all of his finer clothing in quart or gallon size ziploc bags. His closet and drawers are virtually empty now, except for the massive boxes above and below where hanging clothes might go. By then it was 8:15 p.m. and I read Little Philip his quota of two bedtime books, his choices: Elmo's ABC Book and There Was An Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly. I tried to offer the books I'm a Big Brother and What Shall We Do with the Boo Hoo Baby? but he was not the least bit interested. Again, he has no grasp on what the spring holds in store for him.
Despite trying to keep the house as clean as possible while Daddy was away, it still looks like a tornado touched down. My pregnant sense of smell is ridiculously strong and I keep trying to make the house smell like a giant lemon or pine forest, but to no avail. It just smells like a wet dog. My back is killing me and the heartburn has set in a lot earlier than was the case with my pregnancy with Little Philip. So at the end of the day, I am wondering how the heck I will do this with two little ones? Countless other women have stood this test but I'm prayerfully considering my emotional strength, or lack thereof, taking stock of my time management and organizational skills as I realize that in about four months, I better have my act together because it will be showtime.
For now, I'm going to toss myself into bed, a bed I wholly intend to hog all to myself tonight, with piles and piles of pillows all around me to support my aching back. I will pray for my husband's safe keeping as he travels home tomorrow because despite the luxury of being able to hog the whole bed, I have horribly cold feet that only he can keep warm.
Friday, November 02, 2007
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Today Little Philip had two Halloween parties, one at school and then again at BSC for the annual Halloween on the Hilltop. As the day wore one, he became more comfortable with his costume, even letting out a few scary lion roars. The insane amount of candy he ate today probably had something to do with it.
Philip with "Daphne" from Scooby Doo
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
My mother received a back MRI result just prior to us leaving for my college reunion. The doctor ordered her to go straight to an oncologist. Words like "lesion" and "metastatic disease" associated with her spine did not sound good at all. Googling the exact phrases from the MRI results showed a bleak outcome for my mother. And so, we prayed, with no answers, we simply prayed, and asked God to give us wisdom, and peace with whatever His will held in store for us. We were incredibly relieved this past week when she met with the oncologist, Dr. Luigi Bertoli at Brookwood Medical Center. In his opinion, this latest MRI did not show any new growth from the previous MRI in 2005. In other words, "lesion" and "metastatic disease" had nothing to do with cancer and everything to do with other issues like arthritis. While still not good, this is treatable and comes as a great relief to all of us.
Little Philip is especially relieved, although in his sweet little world he is oblivious to such anxiety. He is quite the chatterbox and when he passes white cars, he points and says "NeeNee' and Poppy's car..."I ride with NeeNee." As we read our bedtime book and said our prayers last night, he asked to call NeeNee and Poppy to say goodnight. This is such a sweet age.
And so, we are breathing deeply, with big sighs of relief and giving thanks to God for a good medical report on NeeNee, and continue to pray for Delie's healing.
Baby report this week. At 16 weeks, baby Moss is the size of an avocado. Ultrasound is scheduled for November 6th to determine whether we are having a boy or a girl.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Liz's wedding, 2000, well, at least the bachelorette party the night before. Don't get excited, those are candy cigarettes, a consolation prize for the "bad girls" who lost a shower game. Liz's wedding is also where I polled my girlfriends to see if I should accept Philip's invitation to join him at the beach with his family, remember, first date.
Erin's wedding, 2000, Philip's first introduction to my girls. As soon as we arrived, I got a phone call that asked me to come up to one of the hotel rooms. I entered to find the jury announcing their approval of Philip. I think I made Philip take this picture which ended with him taking about twenty pictures with twenty other cameras.
Claire's wedding, 2000. By then, Philip was becoming more comfortable being our resident photographer. Heather married in 1998, Marva married in 1999 and Claire's wedding was the third wedding of 2000. No pressure, Philip...
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Vandy girls at SATCO in Nashville in November of 2005.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Saturday, September 15, 2007
On a rainy day or when all else fails, we highly recommend this game!
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Though she's barely the size of a kumquat — just an inch or so long — and weighs less than a quarter of an ounce, she's completed the most critical portion of her development. Now is the beginning of the fetal period, when her tissues and vital organs mature rapidly. Her liver, kidney, intestines, brain, and lungs are in place and starting to function, and they'll continue to develop throughout your pregnancy. During the next three weeks, your baby's length will more than double to nearly 3 inches.
I couldn't remember what a kumquat was so I found this image. It's not a fruit we buy regularly. Over the next few weeks and months, I think babycenter.com will compare baby's size to more common fruits like limes, oranges, honeydews, and cantaloupes. With our genetic mix, I think watermelons and giant pumpkins may be a better comparison. Remember, Little Philip was 9 pounds and arrived 10 days early.
It's funny that this week babycenter.com refers to baby as a girl. If you ask Little Philip, he will tell you Mommy is having a baby girl. If you ask him if he wants a brother or a sister, he will tell you he wants a sister. We shall see if he is right sometime in November. And yes, I am finding out the sex. I think we've had quite enough surprises lately!
Sunday, September 09, 2007
This past weekend: Aunt Helen and Uncle Randy came through town , along with Mamie and Bop. They were here for a wedding in Selma and Randy was here for a softball tournament. Little Philip was sure to show his affection, showing off that he gives really good, big, sloppy kisses.
Labor Day we had some friends over for a cookout. Kate is Philip's friend from Trinity TCDC. Kate can count to ten and we are hoping she will rub off on Philip. Their teachers tell us that they are very good friends and play well together...for two year olds. Kate is getting a baby brother in November.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
"Atticus, where are you?" (Atticus the cat claims the first prize for Philip's first four word sentence)
"More, more, more!" - Little Philip
"More what, Philip?" - Big Philip
"uuuummmmmm, Daddy?" - Little Philip
"Riley go out" - Little Philip telling Riley to leave the kitchen while we eat.
"More juice please."
"Dirty whocks" - (dirty socks)
"sticky whiaper" - (stinky diaper)
And when we say our evening prayers, we always thank Jesus for all eight of our cousins, naming each by name, and then thanking Jesus for Mamie, Bop Bop, Mama Em, Papa Papa, MeMe, Uncle Jamie, Aunt Emily, Uncle Roy, Uncle George, Aunt Bevery, Uncle Robb, Aunt Ellen, Aunt Lizzy, NeeNee, Poppy, Mama Gel, Papa Bear, Memaw and Papa Julian.
The names help us work on pronunciation.
Once down to bed, we listen for at least an hour each night as Philip talks and sings himself to bed. Man we love that little boy.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
It's hot in Alabama. It was 103 today and we are expected to have 100+ days ahead as well. The drought continues and that means our entire backyard is a complete lost and part of our front yard is finally surrendering to the heat as well, turning yellow quickly. It is killing us but there is nothing we can do under mandatory water restrictions and heat that will not let up. So, we plaster on the sunscreen and bugspray and muddle through.
All this is to say, the break in the blog is due to nothing more than "nothing much to say" lately. Maybe we'll have some excited news in the near future but for now, we just wanted to say hi to everyone!
Monday, July 30, 2007
By Saturday I was losing it and ready to have my men back. I missed my husband terribly and really learned to appreciate the little things he does. I hate taking out the trash, trying to get the lawnmower up the deck stairs and into the backyard, changing the litter, picking up the newspaper out of the front yard. It's pathetic, I know.
We drove to Florence on Sunday to meet the Mosses and MeMe Floyd to pick up little Philip. He was a little confused when I picked him up. He fussed and reach for his Mamie. It was very sweet and I'm so glad he bonded with his Mamie and Bop Bop! We can't wait for pictures!
Sunday, July 22, 2007
It was wonderful being alone again, just the two of us, trying desperately not to talk about our wonderful son or to call home and check on him. We need to do it more often. It reminded us how important it is to be husband and wife before father and mother.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Monday, July 09, 2007
It was November 12, 2006 when last I left Philip explicit instructions on childcare while I was away at a conference. I was terrified at leaving my son for such a long time. After all, Daddy was likely to feed him "man food" instead of the healthy options I was attempting to force feed my finicky son. So let's see how the instructions have changed as Philip heads into the big second birthday this FRIDAY THE 13TH!
November 2006 instructions: Little Philip will wake around 7:00 a.m. Change his diaper but only after you hug and kiss on him a lot to help him wake up happy. He will want some hot maple and brown sugar oatmeal. Make sure you BUCKLE HIM into his seat and put a bib on him. He likes to sing while he eats his breakfast. Help him learn his basic words like "cat" and "dog" and "juice."
July 2007 Instructions: Little Philip will still wake around 7:00 a.m. He will NOT want maple and brown sugar oatmeal. He will probably ask for fish sticks and chocolate milk but he may not have any. He may have cereal and milk or cinnamon toast and grapes. No need to buckle him in the seat anymore since he wriggles out anyway. Instead of "cat" and "dog let's work on sentences involving two or more words that end or begin with "please" and "thank you."
Dearest little one, Mommy has given up on Daddy sending you to school in matching clothing. Your teachers have been warned about this week. Please don't spend these three days eating Swanson's pot pies while I am away, even though that is what Daddy will eat. Corn dogs do not count as healthy alternatives. Be sure to raise your head in the tub so that Daddy will remember to scrub that nasty black line of dirt that gathers on your neck after a hard day of play. We don't need to buy stock in neosporin. Be sure to tell Daddy you love him every now and then but most importantly, ask for Mommy constantly so that Daddy will know how Mommy felt when he left her for a business trip a few weeks ago. Say "mama" over and over and over and over, for at least an hour on the monitor and repeat around 5:00 a.m. each morning.
Mommy loves her Philippians.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Onto the next tightwad symptom. This one is a good one for anyone in Birmingham or anyone planning to visit Birmingham. Active Culture is a website that promotes all sorts of freebie or really cheap events in the Birmingham area. Since we recently joined the Birmingham Zoo, we are entitled to get in free next Saturday to any organization, museum, or event associated with the Birmingham Cultural Alliance. It is called a reciprocal day. We will be celebrating Little Philip's 2nd birthday at the McWane Center, an extreme hands-on science museum, aquarium, and IMAX theatre complex for kids of all ages. There will be Bob the Builder exhibit which is sure to excite our little on. His birthday friend, Max, will also be there along with a few other little two year old friends. Then, if he's not too exhausted, we'll head over to Vulcan Park to go up to the top of the Vulcan statue for the best view of the city. All this would normally cost about $60 ticket prices but we'll enjoy it all for free thanks to Mommy's sleuthing. So, being a tightwad isn't so bad afterall!
Tuesday, July 03, 2007