Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Happy Birthday Gammaw

Today is my grandmother's birthday. She passed away 8-27-09. We miss her very much. I wanted to post a picture of her and Lilya as my birthday wish to her. Wish she could be here with us, but I know that she is watching over us, protecting us, and she is able to see Lilya grow everyday.
We love you Gammaw. Happy Birthday.

The Camo Golf Cart

We recently purchased a camouflage golf cart. It is pretty cool; big mud tires, lift kit, and of course it is camoed out. Lilya and her dad have really enjoyed it. They usually ride in the neighborhood at least twice a day. We have a patch of woods across the street where they have spotted deer. They have put out a camera and built a food plot. Of course, Roger would find a place to hunt very close by. I guess he thinks he and Lilya will climb a tree and bow hunt there. Who knows with those two?? All I know is that the golf cart is pretty muddy when I get home in the evenings.

Meet Bay-Bay

For Lilya's birthday, Dedee (my aunt Gail) gave her a baby doll because she said we were making her a rough and tough girl. Well, of course, she loves her baby. She carries her baby everywhere. Her name is bay-bay. She feeds her baby a bottle and pats her to sleep and she even shares her bed with bay-bay at night. Lilya does not use a baby bathtub anymore since she is a big girl, so she and bay-bay play in it. We aren't really sure what their imagination has turned the bathtub into; a boat, a house, her daddy said maybe a deer stand. So congratulations Dedee, you have managed to turn the rough little girl into a sweet little girl who loves her bay-bay.

.....And She's Off

Well, I guess you can see Lilya is walking, oh I'm sorry, running now. She has not stopped since about 1 week after her first birthday. These are a few pics of us in the front yard. She runs so fast sometimes, her head gets ahead of her and well I guess you can figure out the rest from the last pic. She loves to run in the grass; mud puddles are the fav. She does not stop, and does not like shoes. She would rather be barefoot; guess I'm going to have trouble this winter. We are enjoying the walking stage though. Everybody said it would be tough, but to us it is much easier.