Fun Days

Rocky is truly passionate about TRAINS lately. When he says goodnight to mommy, daddy, baby, he doesn't forget to say goodnight to his Choo choo. I took him to a train park in Scottsdale- he was heaven!

Did anyone else ever get their fingers pinched in these rolly slides? Loved 'em but hated them growing up...

That is how a lady rides a slide.

Rocky wants to make sure he doesn't miss the start of the train ride, he couldn't even pause for the picutre.

Wouldn't have been a complete day without our pals!

You wouldn't have known it by this picture but he really had a good time...

Rocky helped me rake up the leaves this morning, in his diaper.  Although by the end of our morning chores he didn't even have that on anymore...

Nothing like a boy and his dog.  Rocky looks pretty happy here but right after I snapped this shot Bear went nutso and ran all over Rocky.  I think Rockwell was ready to disown his doggy.

Rocky road, Rocket, Rockstar, Rocky-well, my little Rock.

Just 2 hours before this photo was taken our Rocky was the sickest I've ever seen.  Fever, vomit, lethargy, whining, crying. We canceled his 2 year birthday party for the next day (which was a big bummer since Joe just finished this custom made Oreo cake for our little cookie monster.)  Anyway, Rocky has a powerful immune system or something cause 2 hours later he was running around the house like his normal self and ready for cookies!!

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We still had the party... Joe and Rocky have been having a good time practicing blowing out candles to get him ready for the big day. 

  

 I think all the practicing with candles helped improve his attitude about birthdays from the previous year.

 

How in the world can they grow up that fast?

 

This is my favorite face.

 

Kinda gives me a Mulan vibe...know what I mean with the shadow?

Look at that perfect Dukes of Hazard hair.

I think that dreamy far off look is him hoping for his very own 1969 General Lee to drive around.   Someday my son. someday.

 Favorite things about Rocky:
He yells, "SEE YA" as I put him to bed for naps and at night when I walk out the door.
He kisses his sister ALL the time.
The first thing he says no matter what, when he walks in the door if he's gone some where with dad is, "Mom-mom?!!"
The only game he ever wants to play or Family Home Evening is Ring Around the Rosie.
His deep voice
His goofy laugh
How he stares you straight in the eye with the blankest look when he gets in trouble.
The way he struts. Joe and I call it his 'confident walk'
How he talks to himself when he plays toys- mostly all you hear is 'baby this- or baby that'
Parents are supposed to think their kid is the greatest- and we are no exception. Joe and I get the biggest kick out of Rocky.  We think he is the dang cutest thang. I love his hair, and his big boy frame. I also love that he's got a sweet personality ie: he apologizes to others when they run into him. Happy Birthday Rockwell.  Thanks for all the happy days.

By the Way...

I came across some more holiday photos on my camera. 

Do you remember as a kid enjoying the box more than the presents usually?

Natalie and Rocky working as a team to snag treats off of the ginger bread houses.  Those two...they are so cute when they get together, like having twins in the house.

Rocky's best bud gave him a matching Tonka truck dump truck for Christmas so they can go crazy around the neighborhood together.  I love how multi-purpose they are, a dumptruck and rock collector one minute, and a comfy seat for watching cartoons the next!

Rocky didn't want to let go of any of his Christmas presents, what a funny boy. 

Let me just tell you this Rocky boy is so into loving his baby sister.  I always find little presents he has heft her in her crib, like his most prized possesions.  His Incredible Hulk tooth brush, or he has a puzzle he likes to work on that has different action heros.  He named each action hero a member of the family, and the tiniest one is named 'baby'- i found the two puzzle pieces that make her in the crib the other day too.  I have been trying and trying to get Rocky to say 'I love you', and he just wont say it.  In fact when I first started I would whisper "I love you," to him, and he would whipser back, "I dont want it.." nice.  Anyway, last night as Joe was taking Rocky to bed, he said, "Night baby, love you." And that right there made it all worth it.

Our little Rosy girl got a few more pictures taken of her.  I brushed up the first two pictures and LOVE how she looks in them!

Thank you Kaylee for the darling little tutu and lovely hair bows!

She looks so much like Rocky to me without the hair bow embellishments...

Andy and Jon- thanks again for taking pictures on one crazy night! And just in case anyone was wondering, having 2 kids is a lot busier than just one... 

Rosalie Wynn Weatherspoon

Rosalie: From the word Rose.  A beautiful flower that is used to express gratitude, respect, sanctity, devotion, friendship, and love.  It is a symbol of the beauty and perfection of the woman (at least so says the Da Vinci Code, which is where me and Sarah got the name, and not the Twilight series, but the meaning of the word/name was not lost there either)

Wynn: An old English name meaning: Holy and blessed.  Joy and peace.  Fair and pure.

Rosalie Wynn came into this world in a blaze of cyanotic glory on Monday December 13th, 2010, at around 11:30 AM. She weighed exactly 8 lbs, was 19 1/4 inches long, and had a head circumference of 14 1/4 inches.



Here we are preparing ourselves mentally for the big day. 

Here she is just minutes after being pulled out, I don't know why she would ever want to, but I think she wants to go back in.  (Just a side note, I was able to watch the C-section, and I have to say I got a little light headed, the doctor works so fast, it was like watching a pit crew change a tire!)

She has this look.  She already knows she is daddy's little princess.

She is quite perfect.

Here is Sarah just a day after the c-section, entertaining some Rocky Rose, anyone hungry for ice-cream?

She seriously just eats, sleeps, and stares with confused contentment.

We don't want to jinx ourselves by saying but did you ever hear of that movie Night and Day, or the phrase Ying and Yang, or Rock and Rose... They are so different.  When we compare her to how Rocky was at this point its crazy.  She has slept more in the past three days then Rocky did in his first three weeks, and when she is awake she is content, and when she cries it's not like a wailing siren of slight craziness but like a soothing humm.

Rocky does love his little sister.  He is already such a good big brother, giving her kisses, pats, and her binky.  Which by the way Rocky never wanted anything to do with a bink, but she loves them.

Here she is coming home.  This is our picture of serenity for the day.  This doesn't however depict the insanity of that morning.  I'd like to think of it as the morning that should not be remembered.  Me and Rocky woke up bright and early at 2 AM ready for the daze.  A complete daze in fact from 2 AM until 3:30 AM when he finally decided to go to bed.  It was at this point where I discovered how bad I am at being the bad guy.  This early morning reverie did not disrupt Rocky's waking time of 7 AM.  After a quick visit with Mom at the hospital I came home with Rocky to prepare the car for lil'Rosy.  So as I put in her car seat I allowed Rocky to play in the front seat.  This would have been a great idea if he had not found the padlock and mail keys and shoved them as far down into the ignition as possible.  Rocky described it best when he looked over at me and with a look void of emotion said "it stuck".  This is when I discovered that I actually can play the part of the bad guy.  Rocky planned his escape perfectly, because this is when his friend Ben, from down the road came over to pick him up to play at his house.  And after a few hours, a locksmith, some choice but not to be repeated words, and a $150 charge to our credit card the madness ended.  Thank-you Rocky for putting me through the refiners fire of parenthood.  I love Rocky, he lives up to his name, and is 100 percent boy, and I wouldn't have him any other way.  I have to say Rosalie is a perfect addition to our family, bringing balance.  Who would have thought that one could escape entropy and the craziness of life by being with a perfect little newborn girl.  Thank-you Rosy for your calming and beautiful disposition. 

A 'Goonies' Thanksgiving

This year for Thanksgiving we had no family come to town to celebrate a warm AZ Thanksgiving in my sister Rebecca's backyard ( which has been the case every year that we have lived here)  There were other students and friends in the same boat, so we had what I would like to title, A Goonies Thanksgiving.

We all know Joe can cook, but this Thanksgiving he really out did himself and cooked the most splendid turkey I have ever had the pleasure to eat. 

The whole group...Rocky even popped in to take a picture- he was content to do his thing apart from the group most of the day in his toy room or watching cartoons.

 To keep everyone from falling asleep after such a scrumptious meal we headed outside for a rousing knife throwing competition, which I did NOT win.  Kaylee is trying out a new technique- The-half-spin-turn-and-throw.

The bow and arrow contest is a different story, I might have won that one.

All in all, a VERY memorable Thanksgiving.  It was regretable that there was no family involved but how often do you get to be students and have the chance to celebrate the holidays like that with friends?  And like Kaylee put it, after all this time going through school together friends are starting to feel more and more like family anyway.

By the way, our little boy is growing up.  Sitting on the pot with some reading  material was his idea.  Some instincts you are just born with.  Dad approves.

We bought a big wheel for Rocky as an early Christmas present and he helped dad put it together. p.s. Rocky's feet were 4 inches from the pedal when it was all put together, so unfortunately we took it back, but it made for cute pictures!

It was one of those nights I sat back and observed, but didn't really want to forget.

I like the possesive stance and stare Rocky is giving.  I also like that it looks like Rocky is losing a game of strip poker.