We went fishing yesterday at Ballinger Lake. It was fun even though the only fish caught was a catfish about 4 or 5 inches long. I wanted to take pictures of Tyrel's first fishing trip, but the gas station we stopped at to get night crawlers didn't have any, and I didn't think of them at Wal Mart. (mom, I couldn't get you a new camera, I have to send the old one off to the maker)
Today we are helping to put the netting around Stephen's parent's garden.....well I'm not helping now obviously, I am the lunch maker while Ty naps. I have always loved family days working out in the yard. Even with dad yelling to get things picked up so he could mow. If only I could convince Stephen it would be fun to clean up our yard on his days off, when he could be chopping the butt off of a rifle stock and fun stuff like that.
Well, we upgraded today. We are now the proud owners of an '06 Dodge Ram Pickup. We have been so blessed lately. A Vita Mix, a washer and dryer, a Kimber .45, and now a pickup. ********************************************* In other news my mom has a blog now. You should read it. She is funny and a good writer. This is the link.... http://cowmomba.blogspot.com/ .
My little man. I can't believe you are already 8 months old. You are growing so fast, and learning so much. You can roll over either way pretty well, but aren't yet crawling. You can sit all day if someone sits you up, but can't get up to sitting by yourself yet. Oh yeah, and you have your two front bottom teeth.
I am amazed at how "boy" you already are. You love trucks, tractors, guns, and gear shift levers. If daddy likes it, you want it.
You are the spitting image of your daddy.
In some ways I can't wait for each new stage, and at the same time I don't want you to grow up so fast, some stages just pass by too fast.
I Love the way you roll your ankles in circles all the time. I Love how happy you always are. I Love how excited you get to nurse. I Love how you watch every move Daddy makes. I'm so glad that you like me to sing to you (at least for now).
You think Teresa is just so funny. All you have to do is look at her and you start laughing hysterically.
You love Tommy almost as much as you love Daddy....well not THAT much...but you really like him.
You are the sweetest, best son anyone could ask for.
I have been making a list of 25 things I would like to do before I turn 25. That gives me 3 more years. There are lots of things other than these that I would like to do, but these are ones that I feel I may accomplish by then. So, for your reading pleasure, Becky's 25 before 25 list... (in no paticular order)
1) Learn to quilt 2) Be a good housekeeper 3) Learn to play the guitar (one of many instruments I want to learn) 4) Grow my own garden 5) Can things from my garden 6) Learn to "tan hides" (no not spank Ty..."I'll tan yer hide boy!") 7) Get good at sewing 8) Get my CHL 9) Quit being lazy 10) If I can't say something nice....don't say it. 11) Get Trevor his antlers 12) Learn to bow hunt 13) Run a trap line all winter 14) Learn to cook healthy and GOOD food (like Julie) 15) Go fly fishing in the mountains (learn to fly fish also. haha) 16) Learn decent photography 17) Send the book I wrote in 6th grade to a publisher 18) Learn carpentry (and make Stephen and I a bedframe) 19) Learn to do a backbend/walkover 20) Learn to crochet or knit, maybe both 21) Finish the crosstitch thing I started almost 3 years ago 22) Go to Alaska again...with Stephen and Ty (and other chillin's we may have by then) 23) Move into a "real" house. (I am very thankful for what we have now, but hopefully by the time I am 25, we won't be here anymore)
Well I can't think of 24 and 25 right now, so 23 is good enough.
We're off to Del Rio. That's what we did today. We loaded out at Hudsons and drove to Del Rio, unloaded, and came home. Excitement Excitement. I didn't take any pictures because the batteries on my camera died. Oh yeah, and Tyrel has started saying "Dada". Of course he doesn't know it means daddy yet, but I can pretend that it does if I want to.
I have a few different responsibilities than some women do. I go to work with Stephen pretty often. He is a self employed* truck driver, so it's pretty cool. Anymore I am not as much of a help as I once was. He won't let me climb up the side of the trailer with Tyrel in the baby carrier (I can't imagine why not), so any help I give is from the ground. Well yesterday he needed to wash out his trailer (a livestock trailer). It is not his favorite job. He has to crawl through sheep and goat "stuff" with a high pressure water hose, washing it all out. While he does this I usually clean up the front of the truck. Anywho, yesterday I asked if I could help him clean out the trailer. He said if I really wanted to, I could start and when I got tired of it, or when Tyrel got hungry, we would trade out. So I tanked Ty up, changed clothes and got started. 2 1/2 hours later I was done. So Stephen got a break and I had fun. Once you get over the initial grossness, which isn't hard, it really is pretty fun. Oh yeah, when I was almost done, Stephen realised that he had never turned on the pressure pump. So I had washed it all out at about half pressure! Oh well.
*He is actually a partner with his brother in a business, but he is the driver, and his brother does the "office" stuff.