Text message to God.

Fawn commandeered my Blackberry -- which is a rare occurrence and very special treat.  I have a personal cell phone which he gets his hands on all the time, and a work Blackberry which generally stays in my purse so I can check in a couple times a day.  Well, this morning he got his little hands on it and announced that he was "sending a message".  I asked him what his message said.  His reply:  "Dear God.  Thank you for today."  I couldn't think of a better text message to start the day.

Park Time with Daddy.

Fawn is usually stuck with me at the park, seeing as it's one of our normal weekday activities.  Weekends tend to fill up with other obligations and simple fun like the park just doesn't squeeze itself in.  Not so this weekend -- we spent a few blissful moments as a family at the park, and Fawn loved every minute of playing with Buck.  I mean, whose better than a dad at conquering monkey bars and a fireman's pole?

Fawn was so tired he needed a piggyback ride home.

In Bloom.

Spring is here -- finally.  And look what beautiful wonders await out my front door.

Hope you are enjoying your view -- and all the wonderful weather of this fabulous season.  We are soaking up every moment!

Do you know the muffin man?

He lives at my house. 

Fawn loves muffins -- specifically, blueberry or chocolate chip muffins, but I think it's a fair guess to say that any muffin will do.  We live close to a fabulous bakery -- Magic Muffins -- which keeps us fed and happy many a morning.  We also make muffins at home -- Fawn loves to stir the batter and especially loves to eat his baked goods. 

When we have leftovers, Fawn even asks for muffins for a snack.  I made the mistake of giving Fawn the entire container of leftover muffins for a snack, and this is what I returned to:

A little nibble out of every muffin courtesy of the muffin man.

Little Bitty.

Fawn's new phrase is "little bitty" -- though it comes out more like "wittew bitty."  He has proclaimed himself to be a "little bitty grown-up."  We've been going through a big transition the past couple weeks -- to the big boy bed.  So, we've been talking about big boys -- a lot.  How big boys sleep in big boy beds, and more importantly stay in big boy beds all night.  Perhaps Fawn is so sick of the phrase "big boy" that he decided he needed to skip this step and enter adulthood.  Just wait until we start talking about big boys and their underwear/no diapers.  This may send Fawn straight to the old folks home!

Hitting Gloves.

Fawn loves to "play" baseball.  Inside our house, with his plastic t-ball set, and his "hitting gloves."  Buck played baseball growing up and still loves the game -- I'm guessing that father/son bonding time spent watching baseball or ESPN has led to Fawn's insistence that he too have "hitting gloves" (aka batting gloves).  There are no toddler-sized gloves in my house -- only mittens, connected with a string, and that simply won't do.  So, Fawn has improvised.  He uses plastic tubes from one of his Tonka trucks and slides them onto his wrists. 

Batter up.

Cook Out.

Last May at the Alabama Young Lawyers Seminar, Buck bid on -- and won -- a package at the silent auction.  The package consisted of a rolling cooler (because I guess if you're a guy you can never have enough ways to keep beer cold), a portable grill (something my dad -- the ultimate tailgater -- would be all about, but I questioned whether Buck would ever use), and a blow up cutout of a Nascar driver (I do not know who it was nor do I care -- at all). 

I will admit that the cooler has seen plenty of use.  And, the Nascar driver never made it into our car.  Hopefully he was recycled instead of dumped in a landfill.  As for the portable grill, it made its appearance at our house this month (ten months post-purchase -- I had completely forgotten about it).  Buck used it to grill hot dogs in our driveway (in an effort to avoid the deck and his two grills there).