Her name is Lola.

It takes a lot of pride swallowing (or removing a foot that is strategically placed in my mouth) to come out and say this. Trust me, its not easy to admit something of this caliber.... Here goes nothin'...

Back when Shawn was a baby I'd hear stories of kiddos climbing out of their high chairs, making messes all over the place, tearing up things that they shouldn't, and just plain mischief. I always thought to myself "Where are the parents?" My kid didn't make gigantic messes all over the floor. He didn't get into my things and ruin anything. He wasn't a monkey climbing up and down furniture. I was watching him.

Well, to all those who I was thinking "Where were you?" My deepest apologizes. Having two under three years I see how things happen... how messes get made... and how trouble just follows us around.

Wow, that felt good to get that off my chest!!!

Shaggy hair = <3

The Beach Band Boogie!

Jonas Brother's watch out... Rawlings Brother's are making their mark!

My little guy's 3rd tooth (a top one) is through!

The Mask of... Shawn?

Giraffe Bottom.

Stylin' tooshie!

1st bite of toast! He enjoyed every last crumb :)

Yea yea... a little late for this... but I forgot about the darn chocolate bunny that was in Shawn's Easter basket. It's been sitting in the kitchen since then and it finally dawned on me to let him take a bite out of one of those scrumptious ears.

In case you are wondering where my opening statement came from... this is it. While I was taking some snapshots of Shawn and his chocolate bunny Landon was dumping the formula out of his bottle all over his tray, himself, and the floor!!!!! Seriously, I took like 5 pictures and I turn around to this! Where Shawn hated getting his hands all dirty and slimy... Landon is in his element here.

Oh, and while I was cleaning this gigantic milk mess up...
Yea, you guessed it.. he was trying to give me a heart attack by performing some monkey maneuvers to get himself free from his high chair!

And my dinner getting cold... but boy this was one good BLT.

Shawn, my imaginative little boy, comes up to me tonight with these four dinosaurs. "What's their names?" "I don't know, Shawn, what are they?" "Mommy, this ones..."
(from left from right this is what he named his dinosaur friends.)
Lilo (Lie Lo), Lola, Looloss, and...
I can't believe I'm about to type this on my family's blog... the 4th dinosaurs name is...
Feces!
Yea, I know he's three and has no idea what that is yet... but he insisted that was the name of his friend. I'm not sure which is funnier: A T-Rex name Lola or Shawn insisting on having a dinosaur correctly named after... poop.

Shawn & Lola