Joke of the Day

Just had my biggest laugh all week, courtesy of Mr. Matthew Jordan.

Matthew: Knock-Knock
Me: Who's there?
Matthew: Dwayne
Me: Dwayne who?
Matthew: (while laughing hysterically) Dwayne the bathtub, I'm dwowning!

Love that kid! :) I don't know how Alicia gets anything done with him around... I'd spend my days rolling on the floor! :)

Welcome to the World

I am pleased to introduce you to the newest member of our family, (extended family that is) Mr. Daniel Philip Thoma. Named for his grandpa's Danny and Phil, and weighing in at 7 lbs. 6 oz. and 21 inches long, Daniel made his grand entrance somewhere around 5:30 this morning.

Boys in this family are a great commodity... my brother is the only grandson on my dad's side out of 7, and one of two grandsons out of 7 on my mom's side. (We joke around that we have to get married to get boys in the family.)

Congrats to my sister Danielle, her husband Jeff, and my niece EdenGrace on being a BIG SISTER! You're gonna be a great one, girl! Get ready for lots of kisses and cuddles from Aunt Hedder and your big cousin Reese on Thursday little guy! We can't wait to meet you!

And the winner is...

Me. :)

Read here. :)

A Jungle No More

Move over Lawnmower Man... Pastor Reagan's out to steal your job. Took me (well... us I guess) two days to get all this done. If you've been to my house for piano don't tell me you haven't thought "good night people, PLEASE clean up your yard." Yes the weeds and gardening have been a little neglected this year, but not anymore. And it's hard to say this without sounding critical of R, so please don't think I'm hubby-bashing or anything, but let's just say I'm the one who gets things like tools for Christmas. Just not his niche... or so I thought. Guess an old dog can learn a new trick or two after all.

I worked all day yesterday pulling weeds and actually defining a line between the yard and the flowerbed in the front yard. Today was the day to do the same in the back yard, mow, trim, and spread mulch. (Let me just tell you that crab grass must find it's roots in hades. I swear that stuff comes straight from the devil.) Reese is napping and we're all geared up and ready to go when out of the blue the mower won't start. Well great. Surprises lurk around every corner. I had exhausted all of my Mrs.-Fix-It ideas AND called my Daddy (who can fix anything) and still no mower. Guess who came to the rescue?!? He just took over, disappeared twice to Lowe's, and left me pulling weeds in the back. All of the sudden I heard the familiar hum of the mower and voila! Shock, Amazement, Awe... these were only a few of the words I could've used to describe my thoughts at that very moment. Reagan fixed the mower and I didn't have to do a thing with it.

So... if you're driving by the Wagoner's house or dropping your kid off to piano... feel free now to leave your machete behind. It will no longer be a necessary tool to make it to my front door.

Dinner Anyone?

So a little before 8 this morning after I jumped out of bed to try to catch the trash man (which I failed at) Reagan's phone rings... it's this guy.

Meet Charley. Charley goes to TSC... plays sometimes in the band for the student ministry. Charley is now one of my new favorite people. This is where Charley works...

Today was the grand opening for Moe's in Spring Hill. Charley called to give us a heads up that of the first 100 people to be in line, nearly the first 50 were already there.

OK- boil some water, make some oatmeal, grab some toys, clothes, and diapers... brush your teeth and oh yeah... don't forget your sleeping child, and we're off. Where's Reagan? Talking smack from THE SHOWER about how he's gonna beat me there? Whatever... I'm out the door. See you when you get there, babe.

Time of arrival- 8:45ish and I get one of these.

Lookin' good, huh? My first thought was... OK, couldn't I have run to Target and bought some sticky notes and done this myself? Oh well...

Anyway, thus began our 2 hour and 15 minute wait for the opening. Reagan, the Holtz family, my Aunt Kathy, Kerah, and Emmah arrive shortly thereafter. Reese was a trooper, sitting in her stroller eating her oatmeal and yogurt while still in her jammies and watching Nemo on her DVD player. Eventually she got dressed and had fun screaming at all the people in line behind her.

Which included her Daddy... 10 people behind us. :) How did it feel to be #59, lover? (Just as yummy as it did to be #49, I'm sure.)

Back up though... why is it important to be one of the first 100 in line you ask? Because the first 100 people got one of these...

And yes... you saw tents. Much more burrito-dedicated people than myself actually camped outside the door to be the first to get their free burrito. Including someone you may know as Drew Winter with his wife Lori. (Side note- I am an idiot and tried to yell at Drew to get his attention to say hello. If you know him, you know why I am an idiot. Gave the Holtz's a good laugh...)

So if you're ever interested in having dinner with the Wagoner's on say maybe a Tuesday night after 7:00... you'll know where to find us. Come join us. We'll be happy to save you a seat. We might even save you some queso.

Just in case you were wondering...

...nursing a wiggly 11 month old with razor sharp fingernails is not a fun experience when you are sunburned.

Add that to my list of experiences.

The View from Where I'm Sitting

Nice isn't it? The view from Sterling Shores. Within walking distance to The Back Porch and Grazie... my two favorite Destin restaraunts. Always a bittersweet time when this is the view from where I'm sitting, 'cause it means another summer is over. Not quite as bittersweet as usual however, because somehow even though this summer was just as crammed full of things as our summers always are, it really didn't seem to fly by as quickly for me this year. I've savored every minute of my first summer as a Mama. It's been completely wonderful.

The only thing that could make this year's Destin trip any better would be the addition of four others who are far far away right now... you know who you are. :) As much fun as Reese is having playing in the sand with Mama and Nana, I'm sure Hannah and Hudson could teach her a thing or two about sandcastles. We miss you guys.

Kudos to my hubby... He did his research and found a place to take me dancing last night. Or so we thought. Didn't quite turn out to be the place we thought (though we had a blast watching the 40 and over crowd make complete fools of themselves... ha ha) That didn't stop Reagan though. We found a boat a few docks down playing live music, and a couple docks down from there we made our own dance floor, watching a couple cranes chill out on a neighboring yacht. What a sweet evening. I love him... :)