We think Everett may have a future career in marketing. What do you think? Check out that product placement! (For those of you who don't know, BB&T is a bank.)
Among other names I have for Everett, one of the most frequently used is "my buddy". As a child of the 80's, My Buddy and Kid Sister dolls were all the rage. Ok, maybe not all the rage, but the commerical jingle could really get stuck in my head.
My buddy, my buddy, wherever I go, heeee goes. My buddy, my buddy, my buddy and me!
Since Everett goes just about everywhere I go, he is the model my buddy. And since I've managed to post just about zero pics of me, and since I know I like seeing pictures of my friends on their blogs, I figured I was overdue.
And so, here we are, my buddy and me:
One of Everett's favorite things to do these days is to pull up on anything on which he can get his chubby hands. Here are some frame by frame shots of him playing a mean game of peek-a-boo:
We have now entered into that wonderful stage of Everett's development where he will slobber, drool, rip, tear, wrinkle, and play with absolutely ANYTHING we happen to leave within his hand's length. We also know that we'll be deeply entrenched in this stage for quite some time to come. But as we've only begun our journey into torn books, important documents that now have crayon markings and other joys of little ones, we find the following pictures pretty amusing.
We take the blame completely, as we should have known better than to leave the Book of Mormon study manual on the ottoman in the living room. Silly us!
We had a momentous moment in our house last week. Due to Everett's standing-up efforts, we felt it was time to lower the crib mattress. I didn't think I'd really care, but boy, was it sad for me! I can't believe my little boy is growing up. :-( He looks like he's being punished or something, but he really does like it!
Hello faithful readers!! Everett and I survived our excursion to west Texas and have lived to blog about it. It was a wonderful trip and Everett traveled extremely well. I was super impressed, since I was prepared for the worst. He finally did melt down - yesterday about 20 minutes from home. Hurray for good babies!
But a great time was had by all. Everett got to meet his bisabuela, Lola, along with his great aunts Esther and Elena and great uncles Albert and Fernando. Everyone thought he was very cute, very chubby and very white.
And now for a day-by-day account...
FRIDAY:
We had been in the car driving for about an hour or so, when we stopped for some food (I know, it doesn't make much sense, but that's what we did). We were eating in the car when I noticed Everett being especially quiet. You'd think I'd be hip to his game by now, but no. I was SHOCKED when I went to unbuckle Everett from his carseat to find an explosion all over his onsie. As you can see, Everett was quite amused by his little activity.
A close-up of the mess
And the grinning boy who created it.
SUNDAY:
Saturday was spent driving - we arrived at Grandma's after 9 pm. On Sunday, we had dinner at Esther and Albert's house. Enchiladas - yum!!
The perfect pose by the (almost) perfect baby.
Playing around in Grandma's living room:
Everett had a love/hate relationship with this table.
He loved to play around it, but hated it when he kept hitting his head on it.
MONDAY:
We drove 45 miles north to the looming metropolis of San Angelo to do a couple of things: 1) Get Grandma's meds, 2) Go to Wal-Mart, and 3) Buy yummy tortillas! It was an arduous schedule to keep to be sure, but we felt we were up for the challenge. On the other hand, somebody wimped out on us within minutes of beginning the drive.
Random shots of San Angelo:
So we got a hankering for a steak while in San Angelo. Following the advice of a random old man in a gas station, we made our way over to a rundown part of San Angelo to this spot. For some reason, we weren't quite sure we had found the right location. Ha! Like it wouldn't be OBVIOUS to anyone that this was definitely the place:
TUESDAY:
There was a cute little girl selling snowcones by the courthouse in Eldorado. She even had a sign and everything: "Snokones, $2". Ahh, love that education at work. Anyway, since I love snowcones, I just had to get one. I decided to throw caution to the wind and gave Everett some bites too.
Grandma and Everett sharing a glance:
YUM!!
Grandma's cute little casa
She had this sign on her front window. Apparently, she's Catholic. Who knew?
We're grateful she let us Mormons stay with her!
My grandfather, Francisco.
As you can tell by the picture, he was obviously a super nice, very friendly kind of guy.
My mom when she was in high school. She was so cute!!
THURSDAY:
We took another trip to San Angelo on Thursday. We had lunch at another steakhouse - Zettner's. Zettner's been there for who knows how long, but judging from their highchairs, I'd guess sometime in the 1970s.
After lunch, we ran into the missionaries. The one of the right is from Stockbridge, Georgia - just south of Atlanta.
This is a picture of the house my parents lived in right after they got married. (By the way, happy 34th anniversary - it was on July 1st)
Everett's make-shift crib, or shrib. Yeah, he fell off the bed while we were there. I felt like a crappy mom, but he wouldn't sleep in his pack-n-play, so this was the best alternative.
Birthday dinner at my Aunt Elena and Uncle Fernando's. It was my mom's 55th birthday on the 29th.
My grandfather's headstone.
Everett being as cute as ever!
The gate to the FLDS property in Eldorado. They fled Colorado City, AZ and went to Eldorado, TX, naturally.
If you look really closely, you can see their temple.
My mom with her mom and two sisters.
And Everett and his bisabuela!
Thanks again Mom and Dad for a wonderful trip. Everett and I enjoyed it!!!!
