Cheeseburger in Paradise

Here are just a few pictures of Walker being "Walker" this week. Standing on things that are elevated from the ground has become one of his favorite activities. Pushing them over and using them to get to "higher ground" has become ever more of a favorite activity. I'm now cautious of everything that is put on the counter and "out of his reach..." Ugh.













Here he is doing "TOUCHDOWN!" We have to do this everyday a few times. If we don't do it, he will throw his hands up in the air and wait on us to say it. I'm tempted to just see how long he'll hold them up one day. How mean.











I know this is random, but I thought it was cute. It's very "Walkerish." He's constantly putting things places. Everything has a place. Nothing goes "un-put-up" when it comes to Walker. Apparently, this is where his shoes belonged this particular day. I found this when I came out from putting him to bed. I know this is one of those things only a mommy or daddy would find adorable, but it made me want to go get him out of the bed and just SMOTHER him with kisses.











Most of his solid food eating life, he's been completely uninterested in fast food cheeseburgers. This is actually a good thing, as it would probably add a few years to his life. But, recently we discovered the golden ticket...handing him a whole cheeseburger, not broken into pieces. He ate the entire thing in one sitting. The next picture shows the look we get EVERYTIME we tell him "no" or get on to him in a more stern voice than we typically use. Everytime, without fail.

One of his new words this week was "med-a-in" which is so very clearly, medicine...
He is on the pink medicine and loves it so much, he asks for it. Go my kid!

The house is quiet tonight. Walker's spending the night at my mom's. This is the THIRD weekend in a row he's been away from us for a night and it MUST stop. For so long I had gotten to where I would no longer let him go anywhere because I miss him sooooo much. But, his grandparents love him very much...and he loves them. He goes so willingly. I can remember how special it was for me to spend the night at my grandparents and I have very early memories of doing so. I want the same for him, so I put my selfishness aside and let him go from time to time. JUST NOT THIS OFTEN AND IT MUST STOP! :) Tonight was a good night for him to go to mom's. I had a tea at church and Cliff wanted to see Eastside in the playoffs. Tomorrow I am heading to Macon early with Tara to meet the women in Cliff's family for some mad Christmas shopping...so all in all, it was a busy weekend for me and a good time for Walker to go. At least this way I am preoccupied and not sitting around crying in my nachos that he's not here. I do miss him terribly at the moment...BUT...I won't lie-I've been home almost 2 hours by myself since the tea got over and it's been NICE and quiet. I'm ready for them both to get home though. :)

I've been telling him all week that he was staying at Nonni's tonight and that he would sleep there with Pablo and come see mommy and daddy the next day. I guess I needed to prep myself more than anything...when mom got there, it's like he knew exactly what was going on. He grabbed what he wanted and headed to the door. He was ready to go. When she opened the car door and sat him in the backseat, he was crawling in his carseat before Cliff could get it secured...and this NEVER happens. He'd much rather us chase him around the backseat and in the floorboards most times. He knew he was heading to Nonni's and he couldn't have been happier.

OH! And he said "mama" today. This isn't new but he's been so dadadadadadada lately that it was music to my ears!

Finally...then I'm headed to watch Jon & Kate until Cliff gets home...when I got home today he was just waking up from his nap. Judy and I went in to get him from his bed and he had taken his shirt off. At some point during his nap, the crazy booger decided he didn't need it apparently. Nice.