I learned a new trick this week. I'm not a big fan of tummy time. Mostly it results in 5 minutes of tolerating being on my tummy which concludes with me burying my face in the blanket and throwing a fit until mom picks me up. Mom tries to tell me to be tough and that tummy time is good for me. I still don't like it. Nope I don't.
So this week I figured out that I don't have to be on my tummy if I don't feel like it! I can tuck one arm up and push off just right with the other one
and end up on my back. YEA!
Then my mom stands over me with her hands on her hips which I think is super funny, and she flips me back over again. Sometimes we do this 5 or 6 times over again and my mom still doesn't learn that I don't feel like being on my tummy. Silly mommy. You know what I do like is this Rosie thing. She is big and furry and she likes to lick my fingers and my toes and my face. I think it tickles and it makes me smile. I guess I taste delicious. Mom doesn't like it at all. Oh Mom. Some day when I grow up I'll show my mom how to really have fun!
Four years later our lives are very different. Wonderfully different. We have our sweet little boy, live in a different state far away from both of our families. Bed time is earlier, as is waking up time. Alone and snuggle time occur less frequently than they used to but are appreciated more. Our house is filled with sounds of barking, cooing, giggling, hiccups and spitting as much as it is filled with sounds of ESPN and musical sound tracks. Basically, our lives are great.
Arthur my dear father-in-law. This is Arthur overseeing the Thanksgiving feast. Or just waiting for the chow down to begin. This man can put away astounding amounts of food. Seriously impressive and a little unsettling. He is one of the kindest, most loving men I have met and I know where my man got so many of his good qualities. Thanks for raising such a great son for me and being an amazing example of unconditional, Christlike love. Love you Arthur.
Here's the whole fam damily. Cody, Aubry, Adam, Camarie, Glenn, Tate, Me, Mackers, Dad, and Mom. Just missing Auntie Mallory.
Glenn had to fly back to Houston Sunday night...well he tried to anyway. His flight was late to Denver so he missed his connection to Houston and had a few other little problems. Anyway, my aunt and uncle in Denver were so sweet and let him stay there for the night and he eventually made it back to Houston on Monday. Tate and I stayed for a few more days to spend some time with my family. It was a great trip. I always go home thinking, "I am just going to lay around and relax for a few days because there is nothing for me to do here." But it's surprising how busy and full my days at home become.
Little Mya is ridiculously flexible. She just lays on the ground and spreads her lets out in the splits or straddles and it's no big deal. 
Tate had a great time swimming with Nanna.
Tate also spent a lot of time trying to fit his entire fist in his mouth. This picture kind of creeps me out. It looks like he has no hand at all and he's sucking on his nubbin.
This side view makes me feel a little better. Silly boy.
We stayed busy running errands and such. We found great new fabric stores, planted flowers, went baby clothes shopping and suit shopping for my dad. Then there was the great and terrible 13th birthday party for Mckenzie to plan. Tate had a great time as well. He bonded with Nanna and Grampa again. He even helped throw Grampa's back out after a long snuggle session during a movie. Good times. He's not a little guy any more, is he gramps? You've gotta pace yourself.
Thanks for the great trip! We miss you already. 
And those are just the best of many many more pictures I took. I decided that there are just going to be some less than adorable pictures of my adorable boy and you know what? That's okay, because the funny looking pictures are still pretty cute. It took both Glenn and I to get some smiling pictures later this evening. We were out shopping and I worked to make him smile while Glenn was sneaky with the camera. 
In other news there were two new developments this week. First, Tate is amazingly drooly of late. I mean just soaking in drool. It's amazing the kid isn't dehydrated. 
Glenn and little man looking at where one section connects to another and wondering, "Do you think we can build one of these at home?"
Little Tate was a trooper even though he was super tired all day.
They had flight simulators where you could try to land the space shuttle or dock with the space station. Glenn had to try of course. He did much better than I would have. Interesting how boys seems to have a 6th sense for these things.
They have themed exhibits that change from time to time in the middle of the space center and right now there's an exhibit all about George Lucas and his movies. There were original notes of his from the Star Wars films from screenings and notes on original scripts too and fun "stuff" from Indiana Jones, Star Wars, and Willow. Here I am with some of the helmets from Willow. Oh the memories.