Not expecting a lump of coal!

Guess who I visited today in between screaming fits at the mall? SANTA CLAUS!!! Despite my cranky behavior this morning, Santa told me I had been a very good boy this year and that I would get everything I asked for. My list is pretty small this year. Last week, when my babysitter asked me what I wanted from Santa, I could only think of one thing... juice. I think Santa is relieved that my desires are few and my vocabulary is limited. Shoes, juice, cheese, socks... all easy orders to fulfill.
Merry Christmas, y'all!
Love,
Weston

Giving Thanks

On Thursday, I will finally be able to enjoy my first REAL Thanksgiving feast. Since last Thanksgiving, I have acquired 14 new teeth, two of which are my newly developed canines, or turkey flesh rippers as I call them. Mom thinks that's a bit much, but that's what your canines are for, right? I'm so thankful for my beautiful pearly whites and for the delectable food they allow me to enjoy.

I am also thankful for so many other things. Here's my top ten:

1. Outside- quite possibly my favorite place to be. First thing in the morning and even late at night, I'm asking mom if I can go "outside." She rarely obliges when it's dark outside, but during the day, I love to enjoy God's creation. This leads me to number two...


2. Sticks- a.k.a. "free toys." Mom rarely buys me new toys, so I have to find my own... sticks are fairly good substitutes.


3. Grandparents- need I say more?


4. Macaroni and cheese- or any cheese product for that matter; I don't discriminate.


5. Shoes- I love shoes... my shoes, mom's shoes, dad's shoes... it doesn't matter... I just love 'em!


6. Ms. Eva and my dare care buddies- my home away from home... a place where my angelic alter-ego takes over. Whenever I'm with mom, the devil in me comes out.


7. My furry friends Mr. Bear, Mr. Moose, Miss Kitty, and Simba- I didn't name them. The "Creative Genius," a.k.a. "Mom" came up with those descriptive titles.


8. Running!- the faster I get, the slower and older mom and dad get. It just proves that God really does have a sense of humor.


9. Maya- unrequited love... I will never understand why cats don't return the love of toddlers. And finally,


10. Loving parents- I guess the world really is a better place with me in it.

As you celebrate this Thanksgiving, please remember to count your blessings and thank God for all the wonderful things he has given you (especially your teeth, now go eat some turkey)!

Love,

Weston

A Tribute to Nana

It is with great sadness that I write this post. As you may know, my beloved Nana went to her new heavenly home on October 25, 2007.

Nana was with me from the beginning. I remember looking into her beautiful eyes almost immediately after I was born. She would look at me with such love... like I had given her a reason to live! I really got to know Nana those first few weeks of my life. She would change my diapers, fix my bottles, wash my clothes, and wake up at 2 am to soothe my crying. Now we all know, THAT'S true love!

My first trip to Nana's house was during Thanksgiving of last year. My first plane ride was uneventful, but when I arrived at Nana's house, my life seemed complete. She had set up a nursery for me, decked out with my own crib, duck mobile, toys, blankets, burp clothes, tons of clothes, and my own rocking chair! Mom and dad haven't even bought me a rocking chair, yet. The smells of Thanksgiving dinner tantalized my senses. Even though I enjoyed my bottles, it was a little disappointing that I hadn't started eating solid foods yet. Some of Nana's turkey and dressing would have really hit the spot.

It was hard leaving after Thanksgiving, but Christmas came quickly and I was back in the arms of my Nana once again. When mom suggested that I go to the nursery during the church service, Nana insisted that she hold me instead. If I got fussy, Nana took me outside and made me feel better. She shared all of her secrets with me and even told me some funny stories about mom.

Nana made a few visits to Texas the next year, but my favorite times with Nana were when I visited her house. Nana's house was my home away from home and in many ways it was better than home! By my visit in June, I had "matured" quite a bit. We went shopping, played together and ate lots of fun things. I remember going out and buying my very first pair of "real" shoes. That was a fun experience. Nana even gave me my first taste of sweet tea... the nectar of the gods! If it were up to mom, I wouldn't have tried anything like that until I was at least 20.

As diffiult as it is to admit, my last and best memory of Nana was on my birthday. Although she was in the hospital and feeling kind of yucky, she made my day special. I'll always remember sharing my birthday cake with her... Nana helped me eat it right off of my high chair tray.

While it seems unfair that I only knew my Nana for one short year, I know that it was a miracle that I even got to see her. And even though we didn't spend much time together, I already know that I'm a lot like her. I've got a vibrant personality oozing out of my every pore... that was my Nana.

Thank you, Nana, for loving me and for loving my mom. I know that I've made it this far only because you showed her what it's like to be a good mother. I look forward to seeing you one day soon.

Love,

Weston

-"Grandmas hold our tiny hands for just a little while, but our hearts forever." ~Author Unknown

First Haircut!

I got my very first haircut on Saturday. Yes, I realize there wasn't much to work with in the first place, but what little hair I do have was sticking out all over the place. I was a perfect angel... I think the lollipop helped!

I've also learned to say "no," and use it in it's correct context, too. Example dialogue:

Mom: Weston, don't touch the coffee pot... it's hot!

Me: No, no, no!

Mom: Weston, don't pull out all of your daddy's cd's!

Me: No, no, no!

I've found it's much better if I say it with the cutest voice I possibly can. Whenever I say "no," mom always turns her back to me. I thinks she's trying not to laugh. Mom, don't you know this only eggs me on?

Love,

Weston

P.S. Enjoy the picture of mom and me sporting our new hair-dos!

My life... the tragedy

I've never gone through such a dark period in my life before. The past week has been absolutely dismal. I'm not sure if I can go on much longer. If you know me then you understand that for me, the bottle is usually half-full. Wait a minute... did I say "bottle?" I meant "sippy cup," and if the sippy cup and it's fullness is a metaphor for my wretched life... it is DEFINITELY half-empty.
You see, my mother, took my bottle away. My comforter, friend, confidant, and most important source of nourishment- certainly not mother, but the bottle... has been stolen from me. I'm not sure how much longer I can boycott the sippy cup (at least a little bit longer than the GM workers, I would hope). ***sigh*** What's a bottle-deprived boy to do? Other than scream and kick my legs when I see a sippy cup, that is.
On a more positive note, the past few weeks have been fairly good! I got to see my grandpa from Nevada. I flew to NC to see Nana and Papa for my birthday. And, most importantly, I turned ONE!!! It's nice to be quantified by a real number. It got really old being identified as x months. I've heard that one is the loneliest number... not true... it's the greatest number. Only twenty more years and I can drink whatever I want from whatever I want! I think I'll pick up the bottle again... but not in a bad way!

Have a great weekend, y'all!

Love,
Weston <3

1st Birthday!

Labor Day Weekend

Press play to enjoy some pictures from my Labor Day weekend getaway!