March Madness!!

It's time to create my bracket for the annual college basketball tournament. I do this every year, with varying levels of success. But the one thing that does not vary is my knowledge of college basketball. I know nothing. I don't watch college sports any other time of the year, I have no idea what teams are awesome and who the underdogs are. I tend to think that UNC will always get to the Final Four, and am consistently shocked when this doesn't happen. I became a Tar Heels basketball fan because a cute boy in junior high liked them--no joke. And it stuck to this day, even though I have moved on to another, cuter, boy. ;)

But next Monday is going to come, and my heart will start to race in anticipation of those great games. The ones where some team who has worked hard all year, and has the record to prove it, will somehow be knocked out of the tourney by some no-name, barely-winning-record team who will inevitably lose in the next round. I love underdogs! Unless they are playing the Tar Heels. Then I scowl and mock them and assume they feel sorry for themselves, since they will obviously be losing when that last buzzer sounds.

Jericho's first blog

He may have already turned a year, but this is the first I've written about him, "non-FB" style. Jericho Flynn Nault was born February 19, 2013, weighing 7 lb. 7 oz. He is a fiery, stubborn little boy with two big dimples and twinkly eyes.
 He knows the signs for "up", "more", "food", "milk", and "all done". I think he says "yeah" and "hi", but it's hard to tell.
He only likes warm juice and milk, but we are gradually serving it to him cooler, because it is easier to serve it without heating (like in the car or while shopping).
He is very ticklish. He loves talking to Cole, and chasing him around.
He giggles every time he toots. And every time that Cole toots, as well, which is often. In a 20 minute car ride, I have to roll the window down at least twice, to air out all the smells emanating from the back seat.
If he is upset, I either sing "Bless the Lord, Oh my soul" to him, or I turn on Styx' "Come Sail Away". Both usually calm him down.
He has 6 teeth, and is cutting the 7th right now.
He is a light sleeper; the sound machine is our best friend right now.
He likes to climb into the dishwasher, play in the toilet, and pull all the DVD's from the storage rack. Lee has resigned to not having them alphabetized until the kids head off to college. We are teaching him that these are "No's", but like I said, he's stubborn. :)
That's all for now. He is such a sweet baby doll.

Morning Lessons

This morning Cole woke up before Lee left for work. Awesome husband that he is, Lee turned the TV on and got Cole breakfast, so that I could sleep in a little. An hour later Cole comes in and asks for a drink. I told him, groggily, that I'd be up in a few minutes. 10 minutes later, he comes back in. "Mom! I really need you to get up. It is light outside, and you should be awake. And I need a drink. So I'm just going to keep coming in to bother you until you get up." Needless to say, I ignored him. ;) And my boy-diva/drama-king got schooled in the tender art of "waking someone up nicely, especially when you want them to do something for you".