
What we learned is that ladies LOVE duagtry and Daugtry loves to do short concerts and get the hell out. He didn't talk a whole lot, came in, did his thing, and left. I guess that's one way to get it done. The audience was a little wierd. Full of what I might call "couglets" having a good time. Women not quite old enough to be cougars, but aaaalllmost. Blake and I had a long discussion about when cougardom starts, I said not until like 45... blake said 30.. that would make me a potential cougar. I'd like some votes on this.
Saturday we went to Brayden Boyer's first birthday party. They had a fun ball pit there that all the kiddos loved. Emmy spent most of the time picking up each individual ball, giving it a nice licking, putting it down to get another one, and then repeating. This is becoming sort of a tradition. She licked all of Caroline's blocks at her party. We're hoping this isn't going to keep going or we're not going to get invited anymore. The party was too cute with all the barnyard decorations and Emmy had a great time playing with the kids. My favorite part of a first birthday party is always the cake, so here's a pic of Brayden chowing down. He's such a cute little guy!
We spent today shopping. We finally retired the old college vacum cleaner that is 10 years old and really just pushes dust around. We're currently doing an experiment where we put it out on the curb and see if anyone takes it before the morning. We have bets. We also put up our first gate in the house and the pack-n-play is coming down. It's the beginning of the kid stage! We're thinking we'll be walking in a few weeks!
Just to close off on a cute note, Emmy is finally growing some hair! We're a LONG way from a bow, but at least you can clump it together and see it when it's wet! Since I can't make a mohawk yet, we had to settle for horns =)



The last two are my favorite =)

Everything was fine until I tried to get Emmy standing up by herself in the picture. Usually she falls on her but when she falls. Yeah, not this time. In front of the huge line of people, Emmy went face first into the concrete floor. I ran with Emmy before anyone could give me the Mother of the Year Award or call CPS. She ended up with a purple momento of the game on her forehead. One of "those guys" asked me as he was walking by for the 27th time ..."oh, did she get hit" Yes, That Guy, my infant daughter got hit by a screaming home run, and I am just calmly sitting here putting ice in a burp cloth on her head while she plays patty cake. Folks, 27 beers in one Astros game is no bueno......





Here's a few of the outtakes. They're a lot funnier =) The CD won't let me rotate them, so just turn your head sideways =)
