Everett must have heard his Aunt Paula and I discussing how big sunglasses are so "in" right now.
The camera loves ya kid!
Everett must have heard his Aunt Paula and I discussing how big sunglasses are so "in" right now.
Everett's starting on his own "bear" face early.
Today is Will's (a.k.a. Dad) 26th birthday. Yahooooooo!!!! Everett and I have a fun-filled day full of fantastically fruitful follies. Well, maybe not THAT fun, but it will definitely be a day to remember.
And for those of you who are quick on your math/numbers feet (that would NOT be me), that means Will was born on the 8th day of the 8th month in the year 1980. Just imagine how cool it will be when he has his 88th birthday!! I'm already planning the festivities, and trust me, you are all invited.
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!