Mommy Got A New Car!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is Mommy's dream car! A 2012 4Runner, blizzard pearl!!! For the first time in my life, I was able to custom build my own car. I have never, nor did I ever think I would have a brand new car. It had 9 miles on it when we bought it. By the end of the first day, we put 100 miles on it! We were super excited to drive it! Mommy LLLLLLLOOOOOOVVVVVVVEEEEEEESSSSSS her new car!

A new do!

Ohhh, treasure!

Closer to his sweet treat!

Going back in. He can't eat just one!

Precious face. He's sees someone approaching...

Dada's home! Sigh...I have a wonderful life.

His new do from Dada.

Oddly and devestatingly boring, a BIG part of our life is Charlie's hair. Can you imagine a child's hair being the topic of 85% of your discussions? (Montgomerymemoriestoo shall not be held accountable for mathematical figures.) Any time we have a guest, we discuss Charlie's hair. Whenever we are in public, others discuss Charlie's hair. Early in the morning and late in the evening...you guessed it...we discuss Charlie's hair. Getting ready for church this morning, channeling his desire for his boy to have short, traditional hair, Dada gave Charlie a new do! It was quite funny watching my, not an ounce of metrosexual husband, stress over Charlie protecting and not messing up his new do. Myself, I am rather fond of the crazy curls, but you already new that!

Let's remember the hair!

Love this halo!!

The zombie mode-toons are on!

Curls! Curls! Curls!

Sigh!

I see these photos and I sigh. Hubby sees them and sees a girl. Hmmm...what to do? Find a compromise and cut, but not much! Hey-this is the ONLY time I will have his hair the way I want it.

My boy loves to bathe!!!

"You o.k. Charlie?" I ask several times during the two hour baths my child loves to take. "I o.k. Mommy." I hear in response. Even after wrinkled fingers and toes, cold water and no more bubbles, he wants to stay in the tub. I've even drained the water and filled the tub up again so he can be warm. There's no harm in spending half a day in the tub right?

Sleeping Boy.

This is why I am unable to sleep when I have to share the bed with Charlie. I usually rotate to the couch. If Dadda and I are both in the bed, Charlie still ends up like this only his body is stretched across ours. Even in the the event that we all sleep in a king bed, Charlie still sprawls out cross ways!

Bath Time!

The looks he gives are hilar!

This bubbly cup is his best friend. This collection of cups were once used by me at my Grandmommies!

Again with the looks!!!

Our Vega morning!

Presh Curls!

Notice the shirt?

Sigh...*Blush*

Studying the dogs.

Fastly approaching to (insert high piched voice) Squeeze Those Cheeks!

Watching the dogs go bye bye!

Every Friday morning AS SOON AS Charlie wakes up, we head to Route 66 Coffeehouse to visit with our friend Andy, and drink coffee. Yes, Charlie loves coffee. I emphasized as soon as because we are still in our pjs when we do this. (Our local coffeehouse is drive through only.) Living in a small town, we see Papa drive by. A quick, on the spot, phone call retrieves him. He sweeps away my, over-joyed little one at seeing his Papa, and off they go. Not looking forward to going in public in pjs, I stay put for a while, doing one of my most practiced talents: TALKING! Sure enough, Papa and Charlie return. I should say here that we took the dogs along for this friendly outing. Upon returning home, I HAVE to photograph Charlie's acquired chocolate mustache. Being aware of the dogs in the front yard, I keep a close eye on them. Sure enough, when I spend about 20 seconds honed in on that sweet, little chocolate mustache, off they go. I should have known they were up to something because Charlie was oh so still. I turn around to check on them and they are GONE. Across the street I locate them. I call...and call...and CALL! Looking RIGHT at me, they chose to venture off in another direction. With speed behind me, I sweep up my son and land in the car. Sure as shootin', they come a runnin' and load up for the car. One should know that our town is a mile long by a mile wide and I am LOUD. I am sure the whole town took note of my frantic, then ANGRY call for my dogs. This story has a happy ending and ALL of us returned home safely!

A "night night" horse.

A sweet friend of ours gave Charlie this "night night" horse. He loves soft things, as he always has, and cuddles up with his friend every night. By morning, he is photogenic again!