Thursday, March 25, 2010

Summer. Fall. Winter.

Hmmmm. Where to begin?

Needless to say, it has been a busy last 7 months and I have been a miserable failure at documenting our daily events for my many many fans.

Do I want to do better? Yes.

Is this the rebirth of the life and times of the Dearman family? Why, yes, it is.

Since so much time has passed, this post shall henceforth be organized by seasons.


You know we love our bulldogs!!!
He was so tiny little and his hair was so short.
Not so much many anymore!

My most favorite outfit ever.
How precious is my child?
Do yall think he is as cute as I think he is?

His father was responsible for dressing his on this fateful morning.
Yes. His overalls are on backwards.

"Pick me up, dammit!!"
Think I get this look a lot?
Ummm, yeah.


We had a blast at Starkville's downtown Halloween festival.
Too bad I didn't get a picture of Henry sitting on the hay bale by himself.
It was too sad to document for posterity.
In retrospect, the scared look on his face should have warned me that an independent picture wouldn't go so well.

His first taste of juice. Yes, I am mean like that.
I figured that if we were all drinking mimosas so early in the morning,
Chicken Little deserved a treat too.

Doesn't every ridiculously long blog post need the obligatory 'grits on the head' photo?

Fall means nothing without a picture of a sweaty little boy at the pumpkin patch.


Christmas presents were a huge hit!!!
I think his favorite presents were his new toothbrush and toothpaste just from me
According to Taylor, I am the next "MawMaw" with my gift giving abilities.

A future Picasso?
Very doubtful.
The only interest he has in crayons is shoving them and pulling them out of the box.
And, of course, pitching a fit when that thin little cardboard box self destructs from the abuse.

According to Taylor, Henry picked out this combo himself.
It's probably a good thing you can't see the too-small Robeez he is wearing as socks under his squeaker shoes.
Can you tell we love Baby Legs?

Big Boy sitting at his side-of-the-street find table.
A fresh coat of paint and we have a new kiddie table!
The Cotton District is so good to us like that.

Playdate with Joan, a fellow skinny mini.

Henry is definitely not a climber but he finally managed to get on top of the kitchen chairs.
Of course, I think "hallelujah, now I don't have to hold him up to flip the light switch on and off".
This worked for approximately 24 hours...
The very next day, he climbed on top of the coffee table, fell off on his head and started vomiting and falling asleep
-- the classic signs of a concussion.
An MRI showed no bleeding of his little baby head.
Now, I am a bit more aware of the delicate nature of a toddler's head.

One cool dude at the rodeo with his new cowboy hat!

There you are. The last 7 months of our life in a nutshell. If only pictures and my funny funny captions could sum up the craziness of these last few months....not even close.

I have a lot more to say about our little life. Stay tuned.


The Dumas Clan said...

YAY! Laura D. is back. Oh, how I have missed YOU!

Rebecca said...

I was going to say the same! Welcome back, we missed hearing about Henry!!!

The Shermans said...

Yay! Do I need permission to officially look at your blog? I don't know if I'm on "the list." Rumor has it congratulations are in order, too?!

Anonymous said...

Laura, I am so glad you are back. Oh yes he is precious. Taylor, put his clothes on right. At first glance it appeared that his adorable head was on backwards.....Meme