Pink Pig

We took a trip down to Lenox Mall tonight to try out an "Atlanta tradition." It has not been a tradition for our family, but I think we may make it one. It was fun! We took a ride on the Pink Ping. We rode twice. George did not want to get off after either ride! He loved it. Not the best pictures or video, but you'll get the idea.

Tonight...

A little dancing, a bit of light reading, some phone time...and lots of giggles.

What does this say about George's mommy?

Well, a couple of things actually....

1. She let's her little pot bellied man walk around with half his clothes on.

2. She really should do a better job of making sure she has more than a cell phone camera handy.

3. She obviously has an addiction and George is aware. He wants to be just like mommy.

In the words of George himself....Uh-ooooohhhh. At least this drinking problem is just with diet coke. And, in case some of you are wondering if mommy is really THAT bad...no, she's not...the can was empty already.

Fall Festival

Mom and George enjoyed the fall festival at the church tonight. What a cute puppy!

Farm tour and Maize

This afternoon we visited the dairy farm and corn maize (maze actually, but you get the play on words). Anyway, Cagle's Dairy is great if you haven't been. It's actually just around the corner from the house. Close enough in fact that we get a fresh milk delivery at our house once a week. Yes, we actually have a milkman. Today we took the tour of the farm and walked through (part of) the maze.

The tour was great! We actually skipped a few parts because George was getting hungry, but we'll go back again. Mommy's favorite part was not actually the dairy/cow parts...but it was the pig races! That is funny stuff. And pigs are pretty cute when they're all cleaned up for racing. George really seemed to like the cows. His eyes got huge when the "hay ride" pulled up where we could see the cows for the first time. George kept "mooing." It took us a while to figure that out because you can't make a good "mmm" sound with a pacifier in your mouth. We all know how George is about that paci. I dread the day we take THAT away. But, that's another story for another day.

Here are some pictures from today.

Wow, dad! Look at the cows!

Pig races

Big cows running from the little dog.

Our fearless leader...

Words...or something like it.

George has been trying to talk a bit more. Reports are that he has a lot more to say at school than he does at home with us, but we have heard several things ourselves. We hear a lot of "Uh-Oooooh." He's also learned "Ha" which translated is hot. Now that he has learned that word, all food is "Ha" and much of it also needs to be blown on to cool it down. Just this morning his pineapple was "Ha."

I've only heard it myself a few times...but he also says, "E I E I O." It phonetically sounds more like "Eee-eye-ooooh" but he sings it very nicely. Of course we still hear a lot of duck, cat, dog and light...but they're more like "Duh, Ka, Gog and Gah." Yeah...light is way off...but he's obviously meaning light when he says it. There's a lot of other chatter that I clearly don't understand as I don't speak fluent "toddler" but I think in time we will have quite a chatterbox.



Anyway, I don't really have any new pictures...but here is a video of George playing with the water hose...his favorite part of the whole trip to Florida.

At the sea

I know some of you have been anxiously awaiting a post about our trip to the beach. Well, I'll be honest. It's not that I didn't want to post, or that I hadn't sat down to post about it. It was just the overwhelming task of deciding out of 98 fantastic pictures...which ones do I post?

George LOVED the beach. He liked to go out and swim in the waves with dad. He loved to chase the sea gulls across the beach while calling for them..."duh. duh." That translates to "duck." He liked the pool...but only the big one. No baby pools for George. He also did not want to be in any rafts, swim rings...nothing. He wants to be held where his legs and arms are free to feel the water. (Yes, his nickname is Mr. Independent.)

His absolute very favorite thing about the whole experience was the hose. Yes, the plain old water hose you use to wash off the sand. We had to carry him away from it kicking and screaming everytime we came in from the beach.

We had a great time. The weather was fabulous and the crowds were gone. We hope to make return again the same week next year. Anyway, are some of my favorite shots from the week.