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Joey's First Bite of Meat

I had a meeting after work yesterday, and I was very late picking up the boys.  I decided to grab some BBQ on the way home,  Andrew loves when we do this!  His favorite side is corn on the cob.  He still hates macaroni??? Lately, he has also wanted to sit in Joey's seat for supper.  He goes through these strange phases--sometimes he sits in the highchair, sometimes at the table, and sometimes in his booster. 

 While I was preparing Joey's baby food, I saw him take a handful of pork off of Andrew's plate.  He ate every bit of it.  I couldn't believe it!  He has never even had meat before.  I watched him for a few minutes, and he seemed fine.  He also really wanted more.  So, I just let him have it!

Morning Routine

Each morning, Andrew likes a pre-breakfast snack on his way to school.  He still wears his "watches" regularly.

Ready to get out of the car and go to school:

 We drop Joey off in his class first.  He will move out of the nursery in January.

 Then, Andrew goes to the table to eat his breakfast.  He will only sit in yellow chairs.

Andrew's First Chore

Before we leave for school each morning, it is Andrew's job to give Ralph some treats.  He takes this job very seriously.  He normally reminds me of his job the second he gets out of bed by saying, "cat food."  After giving Ralph the treats, Andrew stares at him and says, "eat eat cat."

 He will push the treats to Ralph if he feels like Ralph is eating too slowly.

 Please notice the blue socks.  He is still very particular about his socks, and these were his choice this morning.

 A kiss for "Raf" before we left:

My Shopping Buddies

One day, I will really miss this view while I am shopping.  I love my little men so, so much!

Ya Ya

Andrew loves playing in the "ya ya" (water) with his dada!

 He always has something on his arms.  He calls them his watches.  I guess he is going to be obsessed with watches like his daddy.

Alabama vs.Michigan

Joey and I went to Dallas to the opening game this year.  It was my first time to ever spend the night away from Baby Joey, so it was a bittersweet weekend for me.  It was good for us to get away together, though.  We stayed with our family in Texas, and it was wonderful to be with them.  My parents were also in town, and stayed with my mom's best friend, Bonnie.

 L-R: me, Mama, Joey, Bonnie, Uncle Michael, Daddy, Katie

 The view from our very high seats:

 Roll Tide!

911

This was the scene outside of my house last Thursday.  There were actually 3 cop cars plus a fire truck.  So, here is what happened.  I picked the boys up from daycare and came home as usual.  When we got home, Joey was asleep in his carseat, so I took Andrew in the house.  As we were going inside, he was telling me that he was hungry.  Since I knew that Joey was asleep, I grabbed him a snack before going back to get Joey.  I put my keys on the kitchen island and walked back to get Joey.  When Joey and I tried to walk back into the house, the door would not open.  We had been having some trouble with that door, but I did not think that it was anything major.  I assumed that I could just push the door really hard and it would open because I had not locked it.  I put Joey back in his carseat and started trying to push the door open.  What started as a push turned into me getting a running start and slamming my body into the door.  It wasn't moving.

 

If you read the post about Andrew hurting his finger, then you know that I am not calm under pressure when it comes to my children.  I realized that Andrew was trapped inside, and I started shaking.  Big Joey was at work, so I was on my own with Baby Joey now crying in his carseat.  I tried to talk to myself (seriously-ha!) and prayed for guidance.  I went with the 911 option.  The operator wanted to keep me on the line, but I told her that I wanted to hang up and call my husband.

 

I called Joey, and he said that there was a spare set of keys in the truck!  I grabbed the keys, but they would not work.  By this time, the police were at the house.  He said that we had two choices-break a window or knock down the door.  This was after he had tried slamming his body in the door as well.  I went with busting down the door, which broke the frame of the door one day before we were supposed to be going out of town for the Alabama/Michigan game.

 When we got inside to Andrew, he was perfectly fine.  He said "hi-ye" to the officer, told him that he had a hot dog on his shirt, and offered him some juice.  This picture looks like he was upset, but he was not at all.  The officer laughed and said that it was the first time that he had ever busted down a door to find someone eating cookies and doing a puzzle.

 Once I calmed down, I was amazed by how God protected my family during those tense minutes.  Andrew doesn't normally go straight into his highchair when we come home, but the Lord knew that would keep him safe.  Actually, that is not even his highchair.   It is Joey's.  Andrew normally just sits at the table, but for whatever reason that it where I put him.  I was not worried that he was hungry during the 30 minutes he was alone in the house because he had a snack.  I could have put my phone down with my keys, but God's hand was in that, too. 

Oh, and the spare keys didn't work because I had the wrong set.  The actual spare set was....get ready for this...in my purse...on my arm the whole time.  Ooops!

That night, we had a million things to do because we were leaving the boys with a babysitter to go to Texas the next day.  Now, we also had to add "fix the door" to that list.  In its current shape, we could not close the door and therefore could not put on our security system.

Joey was working on the door, and Andrew went and got his toy toolbox to help him.  It was so cute.  Notice that he is holding his orange hammer.