the red headed kid

just to let you know...

yes. i still have brody.

yes. he is my favority red headed boy.

yes. he is a wonderful big brother.

and yes...he is still as crazy as ever.

no. he is NOT neglected. if anything, he gets more attention that anyone i associate with.

we sure do love him. he is a blast...

(i also know that this picture is over-contrasted...but i had to do it so you could see the cool rocket ship, alien, and planets.)

Also, if you look close enough, you will notice that there is a trampoline in the rocketship, per request of my favorite 3 year old red headed boy.

the other dress...

So, I took pictures of Dorothy Kate in HER blessing dress...
yes, she is spoiled and got to wear 2 dresses. (mine and hers.)
But this first picture worries me a little bit.
WHY?? I'll tell you why...
She's only 4 months old and looks VERY mischevious...

She is one cute little gal.

NOTE: I also got a new photoshop elements things and i pretty much suck at it...any body want to give me some lessons. (seriously.)

explosions and events

So there we were...

Dorothy Kate was dress in her new, fluffy, satin, WHITE blessing dress...equiped with a lovely bow I made her and some cute satin shoes. Just a little doll, I tell ya, a little sweet doll. After Trace gets done doing the sweetest blessing I've ever heard he brings her back to me and informs me that the little doll thinks it is time to eat.
So I do my thing and she does hers. A few minutes to a half hour later we are back in church. Luckily my dear dad is there and he, of course, wants to hold the little precious lady of the hour. I do as any good daughter would do and pass her to him.
A few seconds to a minute later I hear a gurgling and a bubbling.

First thought: PLEASE don't get on the dress!! I haven't taken pictures yet.
Second thought: Nice out.
(thoughts may have been simultaneous...or vise versa)

I look over and my dad pulls Dotti away from him and *"stuff" is everywhere.
My dad's shirt....check.
My dad's suit coat....check.
My dad's slacks....check.
The bench....check.
The floor...check.

*I say "stuff" cause I was in church and I'm not allowed to say that other word while attending.

Then a miracle happened. I looked at her dress....and NOTHING. Just a hint of "stuff" on her bloomers. A miracle I tell ya.

THEN: Exit Tara holding the baby as far away from her as possible.
A few seconds later: Exit Jim (Tara's dad) holding a blanket in front of him, covering the ish.

Luckily he had a change of clothes in the truck.

Good story Hansel.

As for other news: I got a job. I am an elementary computer teacher. (no spelling involved) It's lovely. The kids are hilarious. One class brought me cookies but as they were handing it to me one of the little girls whispered, "I wouldn't eat them because ZACK sneezed right into the dough!" Nice...

I accidentally told them that my nick name was T-Lizzle...which was a HUGE mistake.
I told them that "It's MRS. T-Lizzle to you!"
Therefore, my new name around the school is MRS. T-Lizzle.
It's only Part time so I'm not away from my kiddoes TOO much. Just 5 hours. I love it so far. Who knows, maybe the PE teacher will get into a freak gasoline fight accident and then I'll just have to take his spot...

peace out. word to your mother.

MRS. T-Lizzle

the name

A name and a blessing:
Last weekend we headed to Arizona to give this little lady a name and a blessing.
Her name: Dorothy Kate Porter (surprised you didn't know that)
The reason we named her Dorothy: My Nanny (my mom's mother) is one dear, sweet, fiesty, beautiful, strong, loving, wonderful, and amazing woman. She knows how to laugh and she knows how to tease. She knows how to take a joke and she sure can dish one out. Therefore, my little miss Dotti has some big shoes to fill in her own little way.
The reason we named her Kate: Quite frankly, I liked it. But...deeper meaning would be if you take Kenneth (my husband) Trace's initials KT...it kind of sounds like Katie...but I liked Kate better and WHALAH, there you have it. Dorothy Kate Porter.
I believe she is a doll sent straight from heaven.
The dress she is wearing is actually MY dress from 27 years ago. She has her own and it is quite delightful as well. (pictures to come of that...she wasn't in the picture mood this afternoon when I tried.)

I love her. I love her little rolls and dimples. I love that she blows bubbles non-stop and smiles everytime you talk to her. I love that she sits on her Poppi's lap and watches sports.

I love that she is ours.

She is my favorite little girl thus far.