Our Dating Anniversary

Hubby & I have been dating for 14 years today! That's right, April 1, 1995! We've ALMOST been together as long as we were alive before we starting dating. Make sense? Anyway, I was 16 and he was so old...he was 18 & a big senior! Woo Hoo! Anyway, we've seen each other through a lot...good, bad and ugly but in the end, we haven't been apart since the Cinderella Ball in '95. As cheesy as it sounds, you can ask either of us, we have more love, admiration and respect for each other today than we have ever had before. Love you Buddy!

Cayman Islands '96

Cayman Islands '08

Elephants

Although his love for elephants is quickly being replaced by a love for trains, I HAD to record this sweet stage. Sam loves elephants. Simply as that. He can't quite say elephant so instead he says elf. He watches National Geographic shows on elephants for as long as we will let him. Not cartoon shows, I mean non edited, full on National Geographic...death and all. One of the elephants dies from starvation and I told him that he was going night night. So every time that part comes on, he says, "Night Night Elf". Here are some pics of him with one of his many stuffed elephants. He is lovin' on him while watching the National Geographic Elephants show....a regular occurrence.

My Child in a Nutshell

This is Sam in a nutshell.....

As I have mentioned before, he is 150% boy. He loves to be outside in the dirt (and any puddle or water he can find including the dog bowl) more than anything. That being said, he LOVES stuffed animals. He holds them and does the sweetest little coo at them and hugs them tight and rubs them with his cheek. So sweet. I found these pictures of him and had to share.

Matt put a basket on the back of his 4-Wheeler. Sam naturally filled it with little friends as we call them. Soon he realizes that Clifford is on. He wheels to see it but just so that he can get a closer look (aparently the tv isn't big enough for his taste), he stands on top of the handle bars so that he can press his face against the glass. Priceless.

Crazy Hair, Crazy Hair...

This is a little ditty that I often sing to my Sambo....

Eh Em...

Crazy Hair. Crazy Hair. Sammy Clay has got Crazy Hair.

It does what it wants, but he doesn't care.

Crazy Hair. Crazy Hair.

I'm Back!

Ok...after a long blogging vacation, I'm officially back. More posts to come....

You Might Be a Redneck if...

After highlighting your hair, your hairdresser helps you unload your mammoth sized ice chest full of deer meat from the back of your truck so that she can make you some jerky.

Coco...I may have topped you on this one.