New shoes on feet and it was time for lunch. I took them to McAlister's because I feel like Ryder eats french fries every day. Don't get me wrong...McAlister's isn't totally healthy, but at least they don't have french fries on the Menu. Carrying a baby, two drinks, an order number, my bag and directing a two-year old by the head...I spill my tea down my front. Of course. I manage to get all of us at the table, situated and myself dried off. Instantly, Ryder has to go to the bathroom. Grab my bag, grab Rustin, take Ryder's hand and go into the bathroom. Hoist the baby in between my legs so that I have both hands to put Ryder on the toilet. (Rustin is screaming, but what else can you do? I don't want to sit him on the floor. Any tips are welcomed!) Ryder opens the little trash bin in all women's restrooms and asks "What's That?". Must wash hands. The food comes and Ryder only wants to eat what I ordered for Rustin...thank goodness Rustin isn't old enough to care.
Reliving it even wears me out. I often wonder what people are thinking about me. Am I an open book...do I look as frazzled as I feel? I was talking to Matt this evening and told him that the funny thing is, I wouldn't change things. It would be so much easier to just stay home and never go anywhere, but I just can't do it. I have to get out of the house, I have to give R&R a change of scenery as much as I have to give myself one. In that respect I can't complain too much, but I do think I am justified in eating my 300 tootsie rolls ;)
Onto other things...Rustin turned 9 months old! Virtual Baby Book time. He is 17.5 lbs which puts him in the fifth percentile of babies his age. He got his first tooth two weeks ago and I just noticed the one right next to it coming through tonight. His hair was crazy! Crazy, crazy, crazy...he looked like a little troll baby. He got a haircut for the first time yesterday. He looks all grown up now...silly how cutting some hair makes them look so different. He is full on crawling and follows us from room to room. Hmmmm....what else is he doing....feeding himself finger-like foods, practicing drinking from a cup and crying if we leave his sight.
We're all moved in here at the new Ft. Smith. Well for all intended purposes we are. The garage is still a work in progress and the yard...well it needs some help. We'll get it all fixed up in due time. We still seem to spend most of our lives back in Mansfield, but I think we'll slowly start realizing whats out here in the country and begin to make fewer trips back to the "city". Ha! Here are some pictures for ya!
The before shot...it doesn't look too wild here, but remember I had just brushed it for the outing.
The after shot...all spiked and sporty for his new big boy style..ha! That lasted all 2 seconds, or at least long enough for me to snap a picture.
The usual Ryder shot. From behind. Do you guys even remember what his face looks like?
Oh there we go...give me that "Olan Mills" pose. Perfect! Look closely and you can spot the stains from the tootsie roll midgies he shared with me on the couch right before bedtime. Yummy!
Our new favorite thing. We bust this bad boy out every night right after Ryder goes to bed. Technically it is a Margarita Machine, but for all intended purposes it is a blender. Frozen Strawberries, Frozen Blueberries, Nonfat Vanilla Yogurt and some Crystal Light equals two delicious smoothies. Our treat (beyond the tootsie rolls) at the end of a long day.
And finally, another glimpse inside of Ft. Smith. I am infatuated with DIY Blogs and looking at other people's homes/rooms. Taking little ideas here and there. Not really anything exciting here except that I really stepped out of my comfort zone color-wise. I am a khaki girl..everything is khaki. Blue was a bold new step for me. New carpet and a new ceiling fan. Nothing else is new. Our furniture is really old, but I think if we change out the hardware it will give it a whole new look. When I get it done, I'll do a before/after and we'll see if it makes a big change or not.
OK...thats it. Night!
