The Cleaver Method.

Last week I did my typical "Good Morning" call to my sweet husband to see how his morning was going, when Byron informed me that he did not sleep well because I spent most of the night sleeping on top of him. Now, you need to understand that our dog Biscuit sleeps in our bed on one side of Byron and I sleep on the other. Most of the time Byron gets pushed into fetal potison because Biscuit likes to sleep at Byron's feet and I like to at least have my arm around Byron so he doesn't get much room on the bed anyway. Well, that night for whatever reason, I decided that sleeping on top of him was much more comfortable then my matress so Byron woke up to me sound asleep on his back. He was in the fetal position and his right arm and leg were hanging off the mattress. The poor guy, I don't even know how he was breathing.
I think we might reintruduce the Cleaver method of sleeping...........twin beds.

Addisons first year

I never knew that time could go by so quickly. One year ago I was introduced to the sweetest little baby girl. To my suprise this sweet little bundle turned my world upside down, sideways and inside out. But we made it through and I can't picture my life without her. Her bright eyes and contagious giggle melt my heart. She is a gift I am truly thankful for.

Kitty

Addison loves her kitty pillow.
Thankyou Auntie Tressa.

Doggy door.

It wont be long before she figures out she is a perfect fit.

Happy Easter

Addisons first meeting with the Easter Bunny.

She was a good sport but it took a few shots to get a picture where she didn't have tears.Her cusion Zach was very brave and even waved to the camera.

Spring showers bring Byron flowers


With the fresh smell of sawdust and Mountain Dew, the Byron flower will make a great addition to any flower garden.

Nap, I dont need no stinking nap.

Addison has decided that she does not need a afternoon nap. After what seemed like a never ending struggle to get her to sleep I thought I had won the battle until I heard a strange noise coming from the baby monitor. I peeked in her room and she had somehow reached the reciever off of her table next to her crib, pulled it through the rails of her crib (I don't know how she did that) and was turning it on and off. She was pretty proud of herself.