Sunday, November 28, 2010

wild hog.

I'm superstitious. Big time. It's genetic. My dad won't touch fifty dollar bills. Or pass the salt and pepper separately. I could go on and on.

So when it comes to football, if we are winning, I believe changing seats/moving causes major problems.

So last night against LSU. I wouldn't let pratt potty until it was really over. He made a move to the john initially, and Kniles Davis went all limp getting up and the tigers got the ball back.

So. After explaining it to him, and shaking off the bad mojo, pratt went potty.







I think we will call this the "wild hog".

Also, as Meredith pointed out...yes. He's reading national geographic too. Or as he calls it, "animal farm". George Orwell would be so proud.

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i'm a girl who likes to write. not a girl that's necessarily good at writing. it's cathartic, i think. and boy do i need that from time to time. i married a wonderful man named clint in may of 2007. he is everything i am not. he is calm. he makes plans. he is organized. his truck is always clean. his clothes are hung by types of shirt/color/size/etc. i'm full of nervous energy. i'm spur of the moment. i can't ever find what i'm looking for. we live in my car...pretty much. i'm lucky if my clothes are within ten feet of my closet. God gave us a precious angel of a baby in september of 2008. his name is pratt allen. he is 2.5 years old.we have another little one on the way. his name is max wesley. and he is due may 19th. somehow i'll be the mother of two boys. craaaaa.zy. i spend my days cleaning house. picking worms and caterpillars out of the flower beds. cooking meals. shopping at target. washing clothes. playing on the floor. reading books. doing puzzles. traveling to sonic. and the library. and blogging. i hope you enjoy our blog. feel free to leave a comment. hopefully it's a nice one. i tend to wear my heart on my sleeve.