Snow x2

Seriously! Snow! Again!
While in Denton for Christmas it snowed about 3 inches on Christmas eve. Real life, sticking to the ground, swirling around snow. Since it was real snow it was also really freezing and obviously, I could not go out there – it was entirely too cold for me. So I sent Alex out with Zach to get some pictures. Oh and my dad who had to take the pictures. Each time I yelled for Alex that the snow was perfect and to get his coat, my dad would sigh and go get his parka and ear muffs. He is a good, good man, my dad.


After dark (not sure why then) Alex took Zach down the hill to try out the sled that my mom has had waiting 15 years for just such a moment. You can never be too prepared in her book. The sledding was a terrible idea, none of us but Alex thought it was a good one. But it was not as bad as the picture looks….seriously, it looks like one of those ads for the Army National Guard.

Party People

Zach’s party really was only fun because of all the people who attended. How could I complain about having a ton of people in the house if no one showed up? What would I talk about then? Well, we all know I would complain about them NOT showing up. But that is really not as much fun. Not even close.

My sweet friend Sonia came with my buddy Hayden and his sister, the equally yummy Evelyn (and her husband Brian on the side). My playgroup showed up in force too, dragging their husbands along for the trip. I do love those girls. They have talked me through many a Kinsey emergency. (That would be something that has to be dealt with right this minute. Everyone stop what you are worrying about and tell me how to fix this!!)

My sister flew in from Dallas that morning. When I set the party date she made her flight arrangements within hours – leaving her sweet husband asking if he was invited. She just shrugged at him and said that someone had to watch the dogs. What would I do without that girl? She totally made the party possible. She is a supportive and loving cleaning machine. By 2 hours after everyone left you would not have even known a party happened except for the renegade confetti floating about (I do LOVE confetti).



Alex’s 20-something work friends came. You could find them cowering in the kitchen at a safe distance from the children and married people – leaving only to grab a beer and a Chick-fil-a nugget then run back to the safety of the kitchen. All our friends from when Alex and I used to be fun were in attendance. I love friends that have made you get back in the car when you were sure your lipstick was totally fine (after being on the ground), did not let you sleep on their lawn when it was oh so comfy, discussed how much this boy (now husband) liked you – does he like me like me or just like me-want-to-make-out-with-me like me, and have stood by us through thick and thin (literally. I gained a LOT of weight while pregnant). They are a special group of people that our lives would not be the same without. And there would be puke in my hair.

My, my I feeling awfully sentimental this week aren’t I? Must be something in the air, or all the drinking. Whatever it is I better be back to my snarky self soon or people are going to start getting concerned…

How many people were at YOUR first birthday?

Because there were 35 adults and 9 kids at Zachary’s. A bit much you say? I would totally agree if this were not the norm for my life since marrying Alex Wall. That is how the Walls do it. If 6 people are good – 16 are better. Don’t just have a small dinner party with your fine china when you could have a huge one using 3 full sets of china from your equally party crazy grandma.

But I digress…this is not about me. It is about my son, the very big, two teethed, scooting/slider who is now a whole year old. The party was a ton of fun – not so much for him, but for Alex and I it was great. As much as I complain and freak out about it, apparently I dig having big parties.
The problem for Zach was that when he went down for his afternoon nap there were 3 people here – me, Alex and my Godsend of a sister Lauren. When he awoke there were the above mentioned 35 people and 9 children. All staring at him and smiling. A bit daunting for anyone much less a groggy baby. But he rebounded in time for the scoot/slide competition and the judging of the “Future First that Zach has to Look Forward To” contest. Jennifer Prewitt won that one with the “First ‘Hey’ just like his dad”.

Alex – always dressed up for the occasion. Zach – wondering what the H is going on here. Kinsey – sorority smile is always appropriate.

Some of the pictures of Zach’s “Firsts” he did this year

Wanting nothing to do with his cupcake. Good thing I didn’t kill myself making them, I let the good people at Randalls do that for me.

A Year in Time

A year ago I didn’t know if the baby in my belly was Zachary or Caroline,

Now I feel like he was always Zachary.
A year ago I didn’t know what type of mother I would be,
Now I am the type of mother who whispers in her baby’s ear that she loves him, who kisses him constantly even when he is snotty and who lets him fall and then tells him he is fine. Because really, he is.
A year ago I didn’t know what it was like to be totally exposed to an operating room full of people.
Now I know that next time I want Alex in there with me sooner than he was allowed this time. He was the only thing holding me together – not literally, that was Dr. Faro’s job.
A year ago I didn’t get to hold my baby,
Now I get to rock him each night and cuddle him as he falls asleep.
A year ago I was worried that Alex would be horrified by the changes in my body,
Now I know that I didn’t give him enough credit.
A year ago that same man who also doesn’t like to talk about anything related to my lady parts helped prop me up to pump milk for our baby in the NICU, advised me on which side was still producing, then hustled it down to the NICU, every 3 hours.
Now I know that my husband would do anything for us.
A year ago I lay (in my drugged out stupor) looking at my It’s A Boy sign and thought “it’s not a boy – it’s Zachary”,
Now I can’t believe how Zachary is turning into a little boy.
A year ago I told my son that we were going to have soooo much fun together,
Now I know that being with him is (almost) always fun. Watching him change and grow; discover new things and new sounds; and become more independent each day makes my days fun.
A year ago I saw entirely too much of my in-laws.
Now I would not make it without their (welcome) interference.
A year ago I didn’t have any clue what a gift I was about to receive.
Now I realize that though that gift is often messy, boring, gross and tedious, I don’t ever want to be without it.
A year ago I wanted a picture of my baby with his eyes open,
Now I want a picture of my baby asleep, as that is the only time he still looks like a baby.
A year ago I thought it was OK that I live 4 hours from my parents,
Now I want them to move closer. And to take my dog. (Sorry, Norman)

A year ago I couldn’t imagine how my life was going to change overnight.
Now I have a hard time remembering life before him. Well, sleep I remember. And staying out late without wanting to put your head down on the bar. And being able to drink more than 2 glasses of wine without feeling tipsy. Maybe I do remember….
A year ago I thought that moms who cried on their kids birthday’s were sappy and silly.
Now I just want to bury my head in the covers because my baby is a whole year old. At the same time I want to rush out to play with him because he is a year old! He can do so much and is getting more, and more, and more fun by the day.
A year ago I thought mothers of boys were lying when they said they didn’t mind not having a girl,
Now I know I was an idiot.

Music Time!

Each week at Zach’s school, Mrs. Terry comes to host music class for Zach’s class. We often get notes about how much he enjoys music class and especially enjoys shaking eggs (plastic ones filled with rice) to the beat. Alex and I do swear that he can clap to the beat and always does start moving and clapping when he hears music. Even just us singing – which can only questionably be called music.
Here are some pictures of Zach and the rest of the Sweet Peas enjoying music time!

Please notice how his hands are blurred his is constantly moving them. That is his little friend Abby next to him. We also get notes about how he likes to play with her.

Loving his teacher Ms. Michelle

Much to be Thankful for

Zach spent his first Thanksgiving in St. Louis visiting the extended Wall family. Vince’s brother and sister live there and many of his nieces and nephews stayed in the Lou. Zach got to meet 18 2nd and 3rd cousins. They all just went crazy for him. I don’t think Alex or I held him more than 5 minutes at a time before someone swooped him out of our arms and hurried off to do something else. He was in hog heaven with all that attention! They loved to watch him scoot/slide around and really loved to pinch his cheeks (which is a common occurrence for any child that gets within 2 feet of Zach).

Thanksgiving dinner with over 50 Walls
First stop in St. Louis at Steak n’ Shake with only 25 Walls

Snow!

I am sure everyone has heard about the snow we had in Houston over the weekend. It really was pretty amazing. There was more snow than I ever thought possible in our southern city. My parents were home with Zach and by the time he was up from his nap the snow had stopped. So we just hustled him outside to sit on a plastic bag and take some pictures. Keep in mind we are all about 20 feet from him, on the sidewalk telling him to smile and making funny nosies. Zach mainly wanted to know why he was by himself on this trash bag, and our neighbors wanted to know how we lost our minds.


Zach and his Granny Marsh & Papa Wayne