What's going on here?

When I came home Friday afternoon Jairus was running around without a shirt on. An hour or so later, I found him like this:

And a bit later like this:

Is this just his way to welcome summer or is he protesting that our brand new (since Dec) AC is NOT working?!?!?!

Cotton Candy

We purchased a Flip Video camera a couple weeks ago. I have taped a few small clips in the last week but today I finally had time to try to get them on the computer. Now, this is the test to see if I can get them onto the blog. Here we go...

From a Ranger's Game last week....

A Southern Boy

** So, I wrote this and copied it into a blog on April 21, but didn't post it b/c I was going to put in one picture. Why it took me almost a month to add one picture, I don't know. Alas...without further ado....

I suppose it is inevitable…Jairus is a southerner. After all, he was born and is being raised in Texas. He is surrounded by southerners day in and day out. What else did I expect? Being a southerner isn’t good or bad…it just is.

At least he can pick up some good southern traits. We are being purposeful in training him to use Ma’am and Sir. I have always appreciated the polite respect southerners exhibit with their Yes Ma’ams. I wasn’t raised to talk that way (no one in Wyoming was) but since being in Texas and married to a good southerner, I have been working on being more polite. Jairus is really getting better at responding with Sir and Ma’am with decreasing reminders.

Now I will admit that being a western/northern girl, I was hoping Jairus wouldn’t pick up a heavy southern accent. But who am I kidding? I have lived in Texas 9 years…even I have a bit of an accent now. It is just the reality of life – Jairus will have a southern accent. But sometimes I just have to laugh at his strong, thick accent. Several weeks ago, while taking a bath, Jairus was singing to his ducks the hymn “I have decided to follow Jesus.” But it wasn’t a simple, clear Jesus. It was Gee-zzus. And since our trip to Alabama for Catherine’s wedding, Jairus has been obsessed with hotels. And when I say obsessed…I mean OBSESSED. He points them out on all of our around town travels. Even apartments get labeled as hotels. And he wants to know when we can go to a hotel again. A couple Sundays ago I told him that I didn’t know when we would go on a trip again. Without missing a beat, he just asked “how about Thursday?” :) I don’t think so kid. Anyway – back to my point. When he says “hotel” several times a day, it comes out “hoe Teelllll” (nice and long!) I can’t help but smile at my little Texan.

But I admit that I beam with pride when he says “you guys.” That’s my boy! :)