Cowboys are brown too....

My grandparents (on my mother's side) were from Austin, TX and they loved buying their grand/great grand kids cowboys hats and boots. My grandparents have passed away but my grandfather actually got to meet G. And boy did he fall hard. He unequivocally loved G, I was truly amazed. I remember when he was dying he whispered to me that he love G with all his heart because he was my son. I will never forget those words. Anyhow, my grandfather would have loved to see G in a cowboy hat, A and I went to an indoor flea market Friday night and found him one. They had the most beautiful cowboy boots too but I didn't even try to put G's fat feet in them. As it is I call G - Spongebob Square Feet, omg they are the cutest little things but so dang FAT! Here are a couple pictures of G with his cowboy hat on....

Oh and as for the title my little nephew (who is mixed hispanic and AA) told my sister that "Cowboy are brown too..." My sister is weird and didn't like him wearing cowboy gear, that was his response to her asking him to take off his cowboy hat. I on the other hand embrace our Texas/Mexican heritage!


BTW, I know a couple of friends say that it's hard to get their babies to smile for pictures...G was the same way. Whenever I took a pic, he looked to mad and grumpy even though he wasn't. Now that he is older he is saying "cheese", these pics are proof of an overly cheesy smile....lmao. He is so dang cute!

Who is happy, is E....

Today, I received the best news in a long time. My good friend E was matched with a PBM. I'm beyond thrilled for her, my dh was so happy too. I hope and pray this is her child to be and everything goes as smooth as possible. I can't wait to hear more details...it has to be a great match I just know it!

Baby waiting...

Not much to say, just wanted to give you a quick update. We haven't heard anything whatsoever from Bethany. When we weren't looking to adopt we had two calls, now nothing. It's definitely ok....I'm busy with and G and of course a little nervous about having two little ones. As I type G is trying to lift my 10lb weights, I should stop him before he gets hurt. If you are wondering tomorrow I don't work so G gets to stay up a little later than usually.
My mom keeps asking if we heard anything, I think she is just a little excited.... ;) It kind of reminds me of when I was first married, every time I would call her she would start any and every conversation with "are you pregnant". This went on for a full year, weird thing is it never bothered me. She just wanted a grandbaby and this time is no different. She is absolutely wonderful with G and I know she is ready for another little one....

Life's a Beach.....

My gf T and I went to the beach with our boys. C is 6 weeks older than G, they are not that into playing with each other yet but we still had a ton of fun. G was all about the sand. He was covered, he enjoyed scooping the sand and dumping it into the bucket. It was great....it kept him so busy. C on the other hand loved the water, he was like a little fish, he had no fear. T could hardy keep up with C in the water. I think he almost drank the whole lake...lol. G went in the water and did awesome but I think he is still a little timid.

This is the first time I took G to the beach. We went to FL last year but he was only 4 months old. It's so different having a 1 year old at the beach. I remember B.C. (before child) I would read a book, relax in the sun and go for a dip whenever I wanted to. It was so much easier keeping sand off our blankets then too. As soon as I laid our blanket down, I had two boys with sandy feet climbing all over it. Every time I would brush the sand off G, he would be covered again in seconds. And what about snack time, I would give G a cracker and some how it would become a sand covered cracker... and the kicker - he would eat it....argh. At first I have to admit I was a little frustrated but quickly I told myself to relax and just go with it. Boys will be boys and we went there so they could have fun, it's not about me anymore. So if he doesn't care about the sand in his hair or on his cracker why should I freak out??? Once I realized this I let myself chill out and enjoy the day to the fullest.

Here are some pics of our day...please excuse my bathing suit. My (.)'s look like they are about to pop out of my top. I probably need to go somewhere they let you mix and match...I obviously need a different size top and bottom....lol!






G would not let me help him with his yogurt. I just had to make sure he didn't scoop up sand too...
















My brave little boy in water up to his chest....



Cool dude!

9 year Anniversary...

Andre and I just celebrated our 9 year anniversary yesterday. We had an amazing day filled with family fun. We took G to lunch, we went to the zoo and then to a minor league baseball game. It was a long day but we made and had such a great time. I'm so thankful to finally have a such a beautiful family.