The Wedding (in pictures)

Erik & Lindsey Sward

May 29, 2010

6pm

Terry House Mansion

 

 

Bad hair day

This is what the Arkansas humidity does to my curly-headed little boy. 

Phillip was right when he said this one looks like Nick Nolte’s mug shot.

Seventeen months

 

Ok, I’m way overdue for his monthly update, and 18 months is creeping up on me quickly!

For the first time, I didn’t get his picture in the chair with his monkey. I’m not too sad about it though, because this picture sums him up just right at seventeen months! He’s always HOT, so he’s in a diaper a lot of the time.

 And the yellow rain boots….oh, the yellow rain boots. Some days he refuses to wear anything else. Which would be just fine with me, except he has a really hard time walking in them, they fall off (especially when climbing into his rocking chair), and then he LOUDLY demands that I put them back on his fat little feet.

Update: I’m no longer allowed to put them on his feet. He has to do it alllll by himself.

Zane’s quirks at 17 months include:

*He finds dog collars and puts them around his neck.

*He un-velcroes his shoes and criss-crosses them.

*He grunts whenever I’m doing certain things…like going up stairs, putting on his shoes, trying to open a jar, etc. Things that apparently I grunt when doing, he now grunts for me.

*He shakes his head ‘no’ a lot. Sometimes no means yes. Ex: “Zane, do you want milk?” He shakes his head no, then grabs the cup and starts drinking.

*He LOVES the pool! This kid has NO fear. He will jump right in – and not check to see if someone is there to catch him first! Gotta keep a close eye on him.  He really does love it, though.  He will walk right off of the steps and go under. He’ll put his face in and kick his feet.

*He has eye lashes that are to die for. But that’s nothing new.

Guess I’ll stop there or I won’t have anything to write about when he turns 18 months old in FIVE days!

Haircuts, Hot days, & Hissy fits

Oh, believe me. There is a connection. But not a good one. More like getting on the wrong page in chemistry lab and the mixture explodes in your face.

The day before Lindsey’s wedding, I decided that Zane was looking a little shaggy. I was a little reluctant to get his hair cut because I love his little curls, but decided I didn’t want to look back at pictures of him as the ring bearer/bell ringer and have his hair looking all crazy. So on the way home from the bridesmaids luncheon we stopped at Pig Tails & Crew Cuts. I took a few pictures of him playing while we waited and some “before” shots of his hair. Yes, he did manage to acquire a slightly black eye just in time for the wedding. He had an unfortunate run-in with the piano.

Zane was eager to get in the ‘chair’ because he got to choose between an airplane and different cars. He chose a yellow car and, although he wasn’t crazy about the lady cutting his hair, loved turning the steering wheel. Luckily, she was very fast and efficient…..and the sucker she gave him during the haircut didn’t hurt, either.

And that’s when the real fun began. Zane liked the car just a little too much. I would say, “Are you ready to go home?” and get the reply, “WHAAAHHH!” Not a cry. A yell. “Wanna go check on puppies at home?” “WHAAAAAAHHHH!!”

Hmmmm…ok, I’ll go pay, pack everything up, and tackle this problem right before we walk out the door.

“Ok, Zane. Time to go.” “WHHHHHAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”

Arched back.  Stiff body.  Kicking.  Hitting.  Screaming. Total breakdown.

It was a pleasant 95 degrees with 100% humidity outside as I try to force my noncompliant captive into the car.

While wearing a dress.  A short dress.  And heels.

He continues the stiff body/arched back/kicking/screaming as I try to buckle him into his carseat. Ever try to buckle a one year old in a car seat when they’ve got their back arched? It ain’t easy. The only solution is for said mom to climb into the car, use a knee to force child into chair, and both hands to fasten buckles.

And lots of sweating. Which does horrible things to a fresh spray tan.

Fresh spray tan + Sweaty body + Leather seats = Well, it wasn’t cute.  But Zane and his new little haircut sure were cute….especially when he fell asleep before we were out of the parking lot!

“After” pictures of the haircut to come in the wedding post. :)