Ten

I know.
I know.

I can hardly believe it myself. But yes friends, I speak the truth. My little cherub is 10 months old tomorrow. For the love of heaven kid....SLOW down. Don't turn one..don't you dare do it.


one month


two months


three months


four months


five months


six months


seven months


eight months


nine months


and ten months.



He sure makes 10 months look good. He certainly does, I most defintely want to eat him up all the time so he must be doing something right.


A look at his month:


This is how we find him most of his life. He is just such a low key kid. Carson and Lincoln are always running around the house, playing some odd game and the poor little one just sits here all by himself. Content as can be. Little stack of toys placed in front of him. He smiles at whoever happens to look at him. Kicks his little legs and goes back to his toys. He is completey content in his loner-ism. Like I said, this boy is just plain happy to be alive.


Took this picture one night at my inlaws house. Draker just sat up there on their piano, plunking away on the keys. His little round head just looked so freaking adorable that I had to snap a picture.


he's thinking about it...just thinking


I just laugh at him...he is such a chicken little. He is constantly in this position. He is way to chicken to actually go for it and move those little knees. He just sits there, rocking back and forth, eyeing his prize but in the end the prize is never enough motivation. He plops back onto his bum, sits there a few moments and then rocks forward again. He'll get there, I am sure within the month we will have a crawler, but for now he just rocks.


His greatest motivator would have to be the vacuum. The boy is obsessed with the vacuum. He loves the cord, the sound, all of it. He just goes crazy whenever I pull it out of the closet.


and of course all electronic devices. Phones, remote controls, computers. His eyes just about jump out of his head when he is trying to reach one of these items.


See, I told ya....it excites him.


He really does seem to be a little slower than my other two boys. They were both crawling and pulling themselves up to furniture by this point. Not Drakey, he only stands if we pull him up ourselves and hold his little hands. I am not really surprised though, knowing his personality. He is just so content to sit and watch the world go by. I don't worry, he'll get there. Funny how kids are all so different. My three boys are just night and day from each other.


One of my favorite things to do is to watch him sleep. Look at those lashes, no fair.


One of his favorite things to do is take a bath. Loves it. Wishes he could stay in there always. Once again, he is so funny. He just sits in that bathtub, holding onto the same little fishie cup, and smiling. So happy, so chill.


Can you tell that I am a little obsessed with this babe of mine. Oh this kid. He is pure delight, sunshine to my soul. Turning into a bit of a mama's boy, if someone else has him and he sees me, he just goes nutso. Does this little half cry/half laugh and lunges towards me. I scoop him up and his response is just priceless.


He molds his little body right against me, does this little scoot thing, like he is trying to get as close as possible. He cuddles right in and honest to gosh gives me a little hug, pats my shoulder and everything.


You mama's out there know that feeling right. Nothing in this world tops that feeling. The feeling of knowing that you and only you are the center of their little world. You hold the key to their comfort and happiness. Just you...the mama. I love that.


I love him.

And on this Thanksgiving Eve, I am feeling grateful to be his mom. And the mom to his two brothers. My kind, tenderhearted oldest with the biggest heart you've ever known, my middle boy, the crazy wild child with eyes full of laughter, and my sweet little babe that melts my heart with a single look.

I'm grateful for their daddy, who is the rock centering my whole world. I love him. More than anything. And I love that he loves me too.

I'm grateful for every single blessing in my life. Our home, our religion, our jobs, our families, our country, our health, our trials and our happiness. All of it. I am grateful and I am mindful, and I know exactly where that gratitude is owed. I am forever grateful to a loving father in heaven, who is forever guiding my life and the lives of my family. I am grateful to know the things that I know and to believe the things that we believe.

Happy Thanksgiving all!

He's Three!

Oh my Lincoln Stinkin, how did this happen my boy, say it ain't so....are you really three years old. I can't believe this little spitfire has been a part of our lives for three whole years.



Oh how we love our little maniac. His birthday always gets me a little teary, he meant so much to us that November of 2008. As I mentioned before it was a long old road getting this boy into our lives, and we felt like the most blessed parents ever to welcome that little (or not so little) spirit. He came into this world making his presence known, boy did that kid have a set of lungs. And ever since that first cry, we have been completely enamored by him. What would our lives be like without our fiery, mischevious, fiesty, snuggly, and oh so lovable brown (with just a speck of green) eyed boy.

His actual birthday was Thursday the 17th, we decided to just keep things quiet with our own little family that day and then we had all of our extended families over that Saturday night for a little party.

Things were pretty quiet during the day. He just hung out with me and the Draker bug while Cars was at school. We ran to the store to get all of his party food and decorations, and also to spend a little of his birthday money. He got $20.00 in the mail from his Great Grandma Williams. So we roamed the toy aisle until he spotted Bumblebee (featured in the pictures above), it was love at first sight. Bumblebee came home with us.



As soon as Carson got done with school and daddy got home from work we loaded up and took the boys bowling. Oh how my Lincoln boy loves to bowl.


And he's good, he's freakishly good. Which is a really good thing, cause holy heck does he take it serious. He is all eyes on the game, no time for smiles or goofing around. Oh no. He means business.




For the love, is this not a cute picture!


Draker bug, soon enough and you can join those big brothers of yours.


little snack...


watching intently...




After bowling we went and ate dinner at Chilli's. Where I was way to intent on chowing down my ranch bacon quesadillas and chips and salsa to worry about any picture taking. It was good.

Saturday night...Party time!



Such a picture enthusiast..this one is. He just loves to cooperate.



Our traditional "kiss the boy on his cheeks" birthday picture.


Smile or no smile..he is such a cute little stink.









Thanks so much to all of our family for all the help with the food. They all bring a side and it is much appreciated. We ate little street tacos with pico, lil' smolkies, green salad with all the fixins, 7 layer dip and chips. Oh my heck, it was so good. Seriously one of our better birthday dinners. Ya know how when you are the hostess things never taste quite as good, well guess what..it tasted plenty dang good.


Me hard at work, and the birthday boy begging me for some samples..


I obliged, he gets whatever he wants, its his birthday!



a quiet little moment between cousins.





and the presents. His favorites are the batcave that we gave him and his Millenium Falcon from my inlaws.

Side note...next morning was Sunday, I stayed up late the night before cleaning everything up and making pies for a Thanksgiving get together we had the next day. Thiago went fishing again with my dad that morning and I was naughty and played hooky from church, I just couldn't handle it with just myself and three kids. Anywho, didn't get to bed until almost 2 so I slept in just a tad. Woke up to the sounds of Carson and Lincoln out in our family room playing with the new toys. Carson had the batcave and was directing the "bad guys" to jail, Lincoln had Darth Vader and was singing a little tune that goes something like this "Da, da, da, dum...darth vader, da, da, da, dum....darth vader. I walked out and saw them both crosslegged by the fireplace (which they had flipped on), with their crazy slept on hair and jammies and the whole scene just made me smile. So glad they have the little lives that they do. They are happy, go lucky little boys and I love them.



Back to the party...cake time. Cake made by my mother in law. You will never eat a better cake than hers. They are heaven on earth.


We sang the English/American Happy birthday as well as the Portugese/Brazil happy birthday. Gotta say the Portugese version is better than ours, there is a whole lot of clapping and yelling and my boys all love it. Heck, so do I. (Hey friends...notice my feather earings. They are new and I got them from Nordstroms, I kinda love them. At least I think I do. I spent the whole day enduring comments like this from my hubby "Hey, you beautiful black swan, you ready to take flight". Ha, he thinks he's funny...what does he know about fashion. You guys like em, right?)


And that wraps up this for-ev-er long birthday post. Happy birthday to you my little three year old. I hope you know how blessed we are to have you as a part of our family. You light up our lives with that sparkling little smile and your mischevious little ways. I hope this year is everything you want it to be, never forget how loved you are! Happiest of days my boy...your mama loves you!