Big boy

I was feeling anxious to post so that I could stop seeing the title: "I like you, here are my underpants" every time I checked the blog. So here are some big boy pictures of Barrett which will be much more fun for me to look at everyday.

Barrett turned five months old last week and I can hardly believe it. Here's his official five months pic - reclining in the chair like a tiny little old man.


And he just looks so big here; Matt especially likes this picture.
And I have to send out a very public THANK YOU to our wonderful friend Justin Wolfshohl (in addition to being the greatest friend ever, he also authors the best blog around: http://whyjustinwhy.blogspot.com/). Justin generously gave up his Friday night for us last weekend and became the first non-family member to give mom and dad a date night. He did awesome, and Barrett was all smiles when we got home. Matt and I were able to get out with another set of great and generous friends, the Latimers, who graciously shared their box seats at the Mavericks game with us. Praise God for such awesome friends.

I Like You, Here Are My Underpants

I would like to examine the phenomenon of women throwing their underwear at celebrities.

Jerry Seinfeld once joked about the ridiculousness of men resorting to honking their car horns at women to get their attention, but doesn’t throwing underwear have to rank lower on the flirtation totem pole? What does this action even mean? The obvious guess is that the thrower wants to have sex with the intended recipient of said underwear. If this is the case, why is Tom Jones always the person you hear about this happening to? Angie thinks it’s because he wears tight pants and does lots of pelvic thrusts. But have you seen Tom Jones?

And I’m wondering about the logistics of the underwear throwing. Is the action pre-meditated – the ladies all bring along a special pair of undies to toss – or are there awkward scenes taking place at Tom Jones concerts everywhere, with ladies reaching up through pant legs and tearing their hose, so turned on by the thrusting that they can’t help but throw their underwear in a moment of pure lust?

And why doesn’t this happen outside of concerts? Don’t women lust in other places? It has to be something about musicians, because I know it surely isn’t happening to celebrities like this guy…

Who knows, maybe rednecks don’t wear underwear.


-Matt and Angie – a coauthored blog post.

Halloween Fun

Precious little pea-man. This picture is already framed and up on the wall. I love it. The Lambs and Latimers came by for some pre-Halloween pictures. Abby the pumpkin is a little pumpkin indeed! And Ryann looked ridiculously cute with her little pig tails, pom poms, and megaphone.

We had a special Halloween celebration at Itsy Bitsy Yoga before our work out.

Trick or Treating - he held his own little goody bag - I was so proud!!