Cleaning

Tonight as I was cleaning and vacuuming the house, Alex spent a lot of quality father/son time and I was able to capture some sweet pictures of their little garage band drum session! My heart is going to explode for all the love I have for those two!

A Grudge.

It pisses me off that certain people in my life used to be there all the time (family) and would keep Eli when I needed them too and would offer to even when I didn't ask and now they don't even know who their grandson is or how much he has changed. In the bitterness of their jealousy, they shouldn't be punishing theirselves by not keeping him. In all honestly it has gotten to the point where they are most certainly bothering me but I have to keep telling myself they are the ones that are missing out. Eli is going to forget faces after a while and who's problem does that become? You text me now only when I need something and I do you the same. It's frustrating. I get tired of texting to no response constantly and checking on you for no reason because you can't type back. I'm about to be over it and over you.

Be brave to like the Braves.

Suddenly my husband has fell back in love with a baseball team he envied as a child. He has watched every game, every night, on television. He's a Braves fan...MBL Atlanta Braves is his team now and there is no way around it that he is going to get our son into the same sports and same teams he likes.
As most of you know, we were able to go on our makeup-honeymoon and we had the time of our lives. I think both of us though, as parents felt regretful leaving out little monster behind. We kept seeing so many things that made us think of our Eli. While we were there we spent more money on Eli than on ourselves combined. That's what happens when you...
1. Miss your child and
2. Spoil your kiddo non-stop

Some of the stuff we got him was a pack of three Atlanta Braves onsies that SOMEONE picked out. (Hint: not I!) The hubby had to have them. The hubby also bought himself a Braves shirt and hat.
So here...I now want to share some sweetness of our future ball player.