One Funny Guy

So, our son Moses just turned 10 months old. WOW! I can't beleive it's been 10 months since we saw him for the first time. He has changed a million times since he was born, not just physically, but personality as well. He is so funny. Sometimes he can just give you a look and you know exactly what he is thinking. He loves to get into everything, which from what I've heard is pretty normal. He is jibbering now alot, and he'll let you know when he's needing something. When he's hungry he says "eat!" He still sleeps in the bed with us, which is awesome, and stressful at the same time. He loves to sleep right up against his mom, leaving her with about a foot on the very edge of our very roomy kingsize bed. I kind of like it, but sometimes feel that I'm sleeping alone. We put his bottle of milk on ice at night, to make sure it stays cold, and we always buy his food before we buy ours. We want to give him the life we didn't have, a life with parents that are still together when he graduates high school and college, and who will be there whenever he needs us, even if it's 3:00am. We want to buy him a car when he turns 16, that way he can focus on school instead of working to buy and pay for a car. He can have a job if he wants, if his grades are good enough. We will encourage him to follow his dreams wherever they lead him. We want him to play football or be a musician like his dad, or both if he wants, or neither. There is still a lot of time before our little Mosey is grown, but if that time goes by as fast as the past 10 months have, our boy will be grown way too soon.

Being a Kid

I remember when I was a kid. The long, boring days of playing outside in the hot summer and playing inside in the cold winter. It was me and my sis Nichelle. Whether it was me stripping her Barbie's or her making my Transformers fall in love we always knew how to stay intertained.
We lived in a modest house with my grandparents, Joan and Robert. We lived out in the country about fifteen minutes away from everything. We lived on about nine acres of land, so needless to say most of the time we were outside if the weather permitted. We would ride bikes, play in the dirt, find neat and interesting bugs, and other normal things children who lived in the country did.
On the weekends, my grandparents would take me and my sis to Chattanooga. We always had a ritual. We would go eat some fast food and then get some groceries, with the occasional stop to get a vanilla milk shake with a cherry on top if me and Nichelle were good (most of the time we weren't).
We were always at church every time the doors were open. We went to a small, country church about fifteen minutes away from our house (EVERYTHING was fifteen minutes away). The name of the church was Gobbler's Knob Church. Pretty funny name huh? Well, the funniest thing happened recently. Actually, it was this morning. I was watching the movie "Groundhog Day," with Bill Murray, and that darn town he got stuck in was named "Gobbler's Knob!" What are the odds? Anyway, back to childhood.
We would visit our mom every other weekend. It was nice, to get away, but looking back, we had much more fun out in the country with our bugs, dirt, and Transformer/Barbie couples. On Sundays our dad would pick us up after church, and he would take us to McDonald's to get a happy meal. And if we were good (which wasn't that often) he would take us across the street to K-Mart and buy me a Transformer and Nichelle a Barbie (we really had other toys to play with, I swear). After we left K-Mart we would go to play basketball or tennis at the local elementary school (imagine playing basketball/tennis with a 6 year old and an 8 year old). I remember playing tennis with my dad. Me and my sister had a blast, but I know my dad went chasing that ball at least 100 times each time we played.
Childhood memories are great for some people. I consider myself one of the lucky ones...