HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Ryan: 8 Months

Another month has quickly passed. Ryan can get just about anywhere he wants these days. We have found him in dark bathrooms chewing on newspapers, under our bed and clothes surfing in the laundry basket. (I know, I know - where is the parental supervision?) He is crawling and pulling up and we occasionally have to tell him "no-no". (Reagan is particularly fond of this.) Ryan is very curious and seems to be pretty fearless. He has also recently decided that he hates vegetables, but loves cheese. He may look like his dad, but he eats like his momma!





Hanging out and wrestling with big brother.




Crawling - As of this morning, he left his inchworm style behind for standard hands and knees crawling.



Favorite place to play: under the exersaucer.



BUSTED!! We burst his bubble later that evening when we lowered his mattress.

Movin' On Up!

For the past few weeks, Ryan has been pulling up. He gets a little braver each day, and I get a little more nervous.

Daingerfield Days

Saturday we took John's family and Reagan's friend Margaret to Daingerfield Days. It is Daingerfield's annual parade, festival, carnival, etc. We have been in years past, but this was the first year Reagan was old enough to appreciate all the activities. He and Margaret rode the "train" (MANY times), played in the bouncy house, ate burgers, listened to the local elementary sing "Proud Mary" and gathered enough candy at the parade to last us until Halloween.

Reagan and Margaret

Our nephew Colton










Visting with cousin Neil at the hamburger lunch.
Ryan dreaming of turkey legs and cotton candy.

My Baby Takes the Morning Train

All this economic downturn talk must have Ryan concerned about his future in the job market. He has been spending a large amount of time practicing his workforce skills.

He checks his e-mail and portfolio each morning.


Stays abreast of current events



Practices commuting to work

Wagon Trails

I finally decided Ryan was ready to sit in the wagon and go for a ride. He loved it!

Nana: Snake Slayer

My mom came by for a visit Monday. We had a good time playing with the boys and hearing about her recent vacation. When it was time to go, we walked her to the car. We said our goodbyes and headed back into the garage when I saw something slither past my foot. There was a snake in the garage. I went running back to my mom's car and beat on the windows - "Snake! Snake!" She jumped out and after we clung to each other in the driveway for a moment, we decided it needed to die. The complication - we were both in sandals and the snake was parked in front of all my garden tools (or "killing tools" as I kept calling them for some reason). The only other thing we could find was a hatchet. She grabbed John's work gloves and the hatchet and charged towards the snake. She lifted it in the air, horror movie style, and stood there hovering over the snake for what seemed like an eternity. I just knew that thing was going to strike her bare and vulnerable feet. Crikey! She let down a swift chop and off with his head! We jumped up and down and celebrated in the driveway. It was pretty grizzly, but she had cut the snake right below the head. Very impressive! So, our thanks to Nana. Snake Slayer and our hero!