Thanksgiving

This year we returned to my hometown of Houston for the annual Tune Thanksgiving festivities. It was slightly smaller this year as it was just we Tune siblings, spouses, and family. All five us were there which always means a good time. We were excited to have Stacy, Jose, and Olivia there from Spain as it is quite a trip to make it. This year was special as it was the last year we celebrated in my parents house as they are currently building their "dream" home out in Plantersville, TX. If you aren't sure where that is, no worries not many people do. It is out in the middle of nowhere. I think there MAY be a gas station and that is about it. This truly is their dream to be out on the land where my mom can work her garden and be with the horses and my dad can do "man" things having to do with tractors and chasing wild hogs AND Rowdy and Winslow (the dogs) can be free to roam as God intended:).

I am excited for them to pursue their dreams but sad to lose the house I grew up in. I remember picking my room out very late at night when we arrived in Houston after driving from Pensacola, Florida in a tropical rain storm with us kids, a few horses in the trailer behind us, and a few cats and one very special dog named Goofy in the car. Actually, I know Goofy came because he moved with us, but I have NO recollection of him being in the car. I assume he had to have been but I DO remember the cats. Possibly we came close to losing one cat at a gas station, but then again, I was seven years old and I can't remember the details of it and I am not entirely positive it happened on that that trip so I won't tell that story:)

Back to what I was saying. We all got to pick our rooms. Since I am the youngest I just ended up with the room Sarah and Anna didn't want. I really lucked out as somehow, in my opinion, neither wanted the BEST room of the house and it became mine:) Thanks sisters! I remember running around the neighborhood like I was a lunatic all through my elementary and middle school years. I remember SWIMMING in the flood waters when our neighborhood would flood and taking a canoe down the rapids of the flooded creek. I remember our wonderful, amazing, incredible pool being built and all the parties and fun and...oh, some memories I just shouldn't mention like Jenny M. losing her top skinning dipping and my DAD coming outside:) I hope you appreciate that shout out Jenn! Or when Anna threw that ONE party when Mom and Dad were out of town and got caught for it. Poor sweet Anna you always got caught. I remember dreaming of how to decorate my room for months and months and then I decided on this(now looking back) horrible pepto bismo color. I went and bought all the bedding and Daddy you put up with looking at the horrible color as you painted my room.

I remember heart breaks and laughter. I remember when boy friends were stolen and good friends passed away. I remember talking on the phone very late at night under my covers. I remember exactly what I wore on my first day of public school and my first day of high school. I remember trying on that BRIGHT PINK, very large, puffy prom dress and my dad telling me we could just dye it white when I got married. I remember going off to college and coming home on vacation and sleeping endlessly. I remember when Adam was invited for dinner for the first time. We were just friends and my mom made a pot roast (BIG DEAL for a vegetarian). I remember lots of back rubs with sisters, lots of fights with sisters, and Lots of laughter with sisters. I remember trying my wedding dress on in the living room. I remember ALL the animals we had, loved, and lost. Seriously, looking back we had more animals than anyone I have ever known. I could go on about them but there are just too many for this already way too long of a post.

I loved that house. I loved growing up in that house, and I loved being with my family in that house. I suppose being that I have my own little family and my own house little house now, I will give my parents my blessing to move, but I still don't entirely like it:)

Moving on back to Thanksgiving, through ALL my memories of growing up in that wonderful home on Lakecrest Drive some of my ALL TIME favorites were Thanksgivings. Every year EVERYONE came to our house and we ate pie and delicious breads and rode the horses and made hay forts and played hide in go seek in the dark and gave lots of back rubs and played lots of games. Thanksgiving has changed a lot now that I am an adult and don't really want to run around outside anymore. Now there is a lot more kissing babies, taking care of babies, laughing with sisters, and enjoying those nieces and nephews that grow too fast. Of course, we still have back rubs because that just will never change:)

Here are some photos of our "last" year celebrating Thanksgiving in Houston.



Of course we spent time with the horses. This was Josiah's first time on a full sized horse. I was worried as he had an allergic reaction the last time he had been to the stable. Turns out we are pretty sure he is allergic to hay and not horses. He was slightly terrified and one hundred percent curious.



This year we spent a lot of time in the hot tub just so we could seal it into our memories. Josiah LOVES the "wata" as he would say. He was dying to go into the big pool with the big cousins and go down the slide for the last time. Being that it was freezing and I am no spring chicken anymore, we stayed in the hot tub.



We spent a lot of time giving love to this precious Baby Ben, the newest family member. Josiah liked to touch Ben's head and toes and say "babee". He also gave him lot of kisses.


Josiah loves his "prima" Olivia and strawberries. They had fun swimming and playing together.

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We all had fun enjoying us some nieces and nephews. They are all so adorable! Mathew and Francesca are so big now and Anna..well, she is just as beautiful as ever.


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This photo was technically taken before Thanksgiving. We were at a friends house for dinner and Josiah got bathed with their clan of kids and then got his jammies on. Then it was time to go home and it was freezing so on went his jacket. His mis-matched cuteness was just too much for me to leave out:)

Halloween

Josiah just loves Elmo these days. Every night after Josiah is sleeping I go in and check on him. Being a first time mom, I have to make sure he is breathing before I go to bed. I have actually found him laying in throw up numerous times so checking on him is a ritual for me. Well, last night while checking on him he began stirring and saying "Elmo". I just could not help cracking up! Josiah dreaming about Elmo does not surprise me one bit! This Halloween Elmo was the first thought I had for Josiah's costume because it is the only thing that would really mean anything to him, besides being some sort of sports ball. Below is a video of Josiah wearing the Elmo costume for the first time. We went to a costume party and be brought along his own Elmo just in case any one was confused he could show them who he was supposed to be. He just loved every minute of it! Every night Josiah sleeps holding the little Elmo in the video in one arm but not without his little nurf football in the other arm. It cracks us up but he sleeps 12 hours a night with one item in each arm so we just go with it!







This next video is the orange sweater video. We were having a pumpkin dinner party. In case you are wondering what a pumpkin dinner part is, it is a dinner party where all the food has pumpkin in it. We had pumpkin soup, pumpkin ravioli, pumpkin pie, and pumpkin delight. Of course we all had to wear orange as well. I got hot cooking in my orange sweater and took it off. Josiah then grabbed it and insisted on putting it on. He looks like a little orange ghost. Now whenever I wear that sweater he whines for me to take it off so he can wear it.

Pictures From Balloon Fiesta...

So, just in case you didn't believe me - check out these photos we took on the way out of our neighborhood yesterday on the way to the Love Life conference at Mars Hill ABQ!

Balloon Fiesta

Balloon fiesta is a time I look forward to all year. It normally means the official beginning of fall, cool weather, jackets, pumpkin spiced lattes, and funnel cake:) We attended the balloon glow last night which is when all the balloons are lighted and floating barely off the ground. Josiah enjoyed it enough last year when he barely knew what was going on so we were excited to see his reaction this year. Unfortunately, last night it was too windy for the balloons to go up. We did the only thing left to do and hung out with friends, let the kids run around and play, and ate funnel cake. I ate a whole funnel cake by myself. This was a first for me in my life. I deeply regretted that decision later when I wanted to throw up. Balloon fiesta is normally the only time I get funnel cake and I was just all kinds of excited I couldn't control myself!

We live super close to the balloon fields and every morning the balloons pass over our house. Yesterday one landed in the street in front of our house. Josiah was pretty excited! To be honest, I'm not sure if he was excited about the balloon or that his friends the Wallace babies had just arrived. Either way, there was excitement.

I would love to show you photos of the beautiful balloons. Unfortunately, all I have are photos on my phone. I don't care enough about technology to know how to get the photos off my phone to the computer...sorry folks it is the truth.

Instead, I leave you with a video of Josiah. It is totally unrelated but you people have not seen this man baby in forever!

It's Been A Long Time...

Howdy All!

I'm pretty sure nobody checks our blog anymore. I'm pretty sure I can't blame you as obviously I haven't been checking it myself or updating it or even thinking about it. Actually I do THINK about updating it and that is as far as I have gotten. I have to say most of the reasons are because as much as I do love having written memories and sharing with friends and family, Josiah's one nap a day can only hold so many activities for mommy and blogging has fallen to the end of the list...or second to the end as painting the baseboards still remains dead last and unfinished!

One issue was that we were using a very old lap top that took about 24 hours to load anything. We now have a new, shiny computer that is much quicker and I am hoping with this I can be better about posting. It would be hard to be any worse so I don't have that much to live up to:)

I can't make any blogging promises for surely I will break them. When I make promises blogging becomes a burden and I feel stressed to keep up. I even thought about just ending the blog forever but I really want to share our lives with those that live far away. So here is to blogging more often and taking baby steps and we will see....

Being that a lot has happened since the last post in May, I get all overwhelmed trying to do a proper update. Instead, I shall start with a recent even, my birthday! I turned the big 26! Adam planned a wonderfully relaxing day which included sleeping in, coffee, time at a spa, and a fun dinner date to end the evening. He is so good about getting excited about my birthday! Thank you baby!

He also made this video in order to keep his birthday video tradition. Josiah just loves it and watches it over and over again!

Long story short...new computer...more pictures...more blogging...I'm back! :-)

Happy Mother's Day!

To my dear wife Emily...

To the one who birthed and raised me...

To all mother's who have impacted my life...

Some words that reflect my heart for you.

Happy Mother's Day!

"In a field of yellow flowers,
underneath the sun,
bluest eyes that spark with lightning,
boy with shoes undone.
He is young, so full of hope,
reveling in tiny dreams,
filling up, his arms with flowers,
right for giving any queen.

Running to her beaming bright,
while cradling his prize.
A flickering of yellow light,
within his mother's eyes.
She holds them to her heart,
keeping them where they'll be safe,
clasped within her very marrow,
dandelions in a vase.

She sees love, where anyone else would see weeds.
all hope is found.
Here is everything he needs."

-- "Dandelions," by Five Iron Frenzy

ADW

Kissing Fool

For the longest time Josiah did not know how to close him mouth and pucker for a kiss. He understood that a kiss was a way we showed our affection to him. He wanted to show his affection for us as well and for his friends and for anyone that would get too close to his face. He gave the sweetest, most wet kisses ever. I loved them but I think you have to be a parent, or at least a relative, to not get a little bit grossed out by another individual licking your lips (even if he is a cute Josiah baby). He had a habit of kissing his friends. Many of his friends did not like the slobber and began screaming in his face or pulling their heads away to avoid his wet kisses. I was secretly worried about him. Every girl knows wet kisses are gross..eww.

Well, things have changed. Josiah now puckers and says "mmm" when he leans in for a sweet kiss. He is also in the process of learning how to blow kisses. Right now he puts his hand over his mouth but doesn't pull it away. It is the the thought that counts right?

We have ourselves one sweet, affectionate boy. He likes to kiss any child he meets, especially little girls and babies. My question is how does he instinctively know that a little baby is smaller than him and how does he know that babies need kisses? I mean he isn't that big himself.

Enjoy the sweet kissing boy!

PS. Rylea is the sweet baby girl in the video. She is one of Josiah's best friends. She is awful patient with him:) We love you Rylea. Sorry you have to get kissed so much!



My apologies that you have to tilt your head to watch the video. I can't rotate it.

New "Activities"

It has been crazy how over the last few months Josiah has just been becoming more and more independent and adventurous.

Nobody worry, he still attacks us with hugs and and those precious open mouth slobber kisses. He will never be too independent for that right?

Seriously though, watching this little boy grow is amazing and horrifyingly scary at the same time. I assume these feelings are typical of parents of both boys and girls, but since all I have is a little boy, he is all I know. I hope and pray that in the future we will have a little girl and she won't be quite so...umm..."active". Seriously, almost every day I think, "I'm so glad he didn't just die". No one ever told me having a toddler was so dangerous! Before I had Josiah I thought that a one year old was clearly a BABY and they just sat on your lap and let you snuggle them all day. I can't deny there is some major snuggling that happens in this house, but Josiah attacking me with a hug and then pushing me over so he can jump on me is much more the norm.

Below are some examples of the many discoveries Josiah has been making. One of Adam and I's favorite comedians is Brian Reagan. Brian will sometimes talk about when he was growing up his mom would tell him and his siblings to go find a "good activity". Being children, they were always like "is this a good activity?" while doing something ridiculous. It is a lot funnier when you hear Brian tell you about it. Anyway, I feel that is what Josiah does now. Is this a good activity mom? And then I scream NO if I think he is endangering his life or smile in approval if he is indeed doing a good "activity".

one of those days

It is very possible I am quite moody today.

Being moody is wrong. The Bible says to be joyful always and to worry about nothing. It basically says, home girl, you don't got the right to whine about and be moody...under no circumstances. At least that is how I read it.

I am working on becoming un-moody today. I am currently making myself a cup of coffee. This could help my moodiness incredibly.

Last night was a hard night. Josiah was up most of the morning after 2 AM screaming. I don't think there is a worse feeling than holding your baby and having him scream and scream inconsolably. I couldn't blame him.

His ears hurt. I would scream too.

Sunday AM around five Josiah had a fever of 105. We took him to the ER and his fever went down very quickly. They ran many tests but the only thing they found was this earache. This is his fourth earache of his life...poor baby. Usually within hours of his antibiotics he starts feeling better. This time the earache must be worse. He seems pretty happy in the day, but the nights seem very painful. Hopefully within a few days the infection will be gone.

Anyway, back to me being moody.

I decided that the thing I need today is a microplane zester. In fact, I just wrote Adam about how I really want to make lemon pasta tonight from the Pioneer Woman's website but I can't without a microplane zester. In fact, I may not ever be able to cook dinner again without one. This has been on my want list for a while. I just always forget to get one. I always try to use my regular grater to zest fruit. It just never works. I also want to be cool like Rachel Ray and zest my garlic. She makes it look so easy and it never works for me! I guess today my moodiness just caught up with me.

You may laugh but I'm being serious.

Am I dramatic much? Maybe...especially when moody.

Dear God, please help my husband and thank you for microplane zesters and for lemon pasta.

Emily

HELP!

I know I promised a lot of stuff about being better about writing.

I know I haven't been so good lately.

I haven't said anything about Adam and I's second anniversary or Josiah's first birthday party.

The big stuff often gets skipped because I'm too busy with all the details that comes with the big stuff you know?

I actually have a long list of excuses. My biggest excuse is that we have an old, ghetto computer that takes about 24 hours to load photos. This annoys me so much that I just give up and decide not to put any photos up. This means I decide to not even post anything because the photos show what I want to say much better than my words.

This old lap top also frequently has missing keys. For instance the k is gone. I have to punch it ever so lightly with my finger on the rubber thing under the key. Time is limited for me, so again I get annoyed and give up.The loss of keys is Josiah's fault. However, recently I have cracked down on him not touching the computer under any circumstances. This is why only one key is gone at the moment.

Those are really all my valid reasons. Basically, I also can be lazy. Yea, I said it.

You every day bloggers who have the awesome, trendy layouts and win awards and get money for your blogs because so many people read them, well y'all are just way over achievers. And you probably don't have an old computer either do you????

Anyway, the real point that I wanted to write about today is decorating.

I am in a slump y'all.

I am having one of those moments in life when I just wish Nate Berkus was one of my best friends (If you are lost, he is the adorable and very talented decorator that is always helping Oprah). I could just call him up and say, "Hey, Nate! My house decorating is starting to depress me and I feel helpless. Let's go grab lunch and then you can come over and give me ideas and we can go shop and you can re-decorate my house and fix all my mistakes. Then we'll play with Josiah together and you can stay for dinner. I am making chili".

Oh man! If only I was an over achiever and had an award winning blog MAYBE Nate Berkus would read it and want to be my friend and come create the cozy, inviting, oasis of a house environment I want!

Specifically, I am am in the slumps over my bedroom. I decided yesterday that I hate it and have to start over. I decided it depresses me. Yes, I am over dramatic. That is just how I roll.

My favorite room in the house is Josiah's room. I love his room. I just sit in his room because it is so cute! I succeeded with his room. I failed with our bedroom. This makes me very sad because I have always believed that the master bedroom should be the most relaxing, put together room in the house. I think it should be a place where the exhausted parents find retreat, a kid free zone that is a little haven of sanity and relaxation. I am very passionate about my ideas about what this room should be, but I'm stuck.

Our bedroom is cluttered, dark, and a little bit stressful because I just lay on the bed trying to figure out how to fix it and how much money it will cost AND what would Adam say if I mentioned re-painting?

My sweet hubs has spent a LONG time finishing the paint in our bedroom and bathroom. How do I break it to him that it just isn't working.

Adam, if you read this, it just isn't working:)

HELP!

What do y'all do when you find yourself stuck in un-oasis of a room???

You May Need to Sit Down!

I don't know what has been going on lately but CRAZY things have been happening, especially when I am driving.

Something happened last week that I have been needing to blog about and just haven't gotten around to it. I also haven't gotten around to getting up at 5:30 in the AM to work out with my hott husband. Hold me to it that I start tomorrow? My goal is to have rock hard abs by July. For this to happen I have to get out of my bed and and sweat it up with my husband doing P90X. It is the first step I am having problems with!

Anyway, back to the story.

It was last week and Adam was out of town. It was a hard week as Josiah got sick. It turns out he had an ear infection and thankfully I took him to the Dr. After the visit I had to pick up his prescription and run a few errands.

I was stopped at a stop light when I felt the car next to me staring. Whenever this happens I get REALLY awkward. I am one of those people that can make even the most awkward moments more awkward. It is my gift. I decided the best thing to do was to not look at the car and turn around and play with my baby. Josiah began giggling and smiling in delight with the game of peek-a-boo. Then the car next to me honked and I looked over to see a car of young highs school/middle school boys. The boy in the passenger seat was giggling at Josiah an said "cute baby".

I then felt royally stupid for not looking over earlier and seeing the car was filled with boys! These kids couldn't even shave yet. If they were staring, it was at my baby! I smiled in relief that I didn't have to be awkward anymore.

And then the car honked again.

The boy in the passenger seat who looked like he was about twelve held out his cell phone and mouthed, "can I have your number?".

Deer in the headlights....

My eyes got big and I think I made the same face that I make when I think about eating raw fish.

In disbelief I mouthed, "I have a baby". Surely, this boy thought I was the high school babysitter. I did have my hair in a pony tail. This must be a mistake.

He replied,"it is okay".
Still making the weird face, I raised my left hand to show off the bling on my wedding ring finger. I pointed to my ring and said, "I'm married".

Then the shocker...

The boy said "I don't care".

Again, I made the eating raw fish face.

I was thinking really boy you don't care? Do you want to pay for Josiah's college? Do you want to pay a mortgage? Can you even drive?

By this time I just didn't know what to say. The light was about to change.

I looked at Mr. twelve year old for the last time and I said, "you are twelve".

Then I drove away.

I think I laughed for a straight twenty minutes.

It was the funniest/strangest/most disturbing thing that has happened to me in a long time!

Just Have to Share!

Hello All!

I just have to share what I heard today.

I was driving in the car with the radio on and the traffic report came on. The DJ in a very calm, normal tone announced that I-40 was backed up and also there was a cow loose causing back up on Las Lomas. The cow was being loaded up.

A COW.

A loose, COW.

Excuse me?

This is not normal. How do you just slip that in there without at least a laugh?

CRAZY!

I guess that is Albuquerque for ya!

This takes time.

Please take the time and grab some tissues to watch this.

The reality that is shown here is heart breaking.

One Year Ago...

It was 6:07 in the morning. I heard rhythmic whining. I pulled my eye lids apart and strained my eyes to look at the monitor by my bed. Josiah was sleep whimpering, head still down on his mattress.

In my head I told myself, "good! He isn't up yet. You probably have at least a half hour more of sleep".

For the next fifty minutes I was sprawled out across the bed using Adam's pillow as he had gotten up to work out. Yes, my husband gets up every morning to work out. No, I don't get up with him. Don't judge me! I have plans of re-joining him (meaning I actually have done it before) and have been waiting for the "proper" timing...meaning, Josiah had to be out of his waking up at night because he is excited he can walk phase. This phase has ended...I am preparing myself mentally and physically for the 5:30 AM workouts...soon it will happen:)

I was woken up again by loud crying mixed with loud EEEEE noises and laughing. After looking at the monitor, I realized it was time to start the day as Josiah was standing up in his crib. This is always the sign that sleep is over.

Approximately four minutes later Adam walked into the bedroom holding Josiah who was chirping. Adam said, "Look! It is Momma girl" and Josiah did a dive for my face to give me one of his sweet, wet kisses. I cuddled him at my side and said "let's nap sweet boy". He laid still cuddling with me for a blissful fifteen seconds and then sat up and started grabbing my lips...the day had began. After that it was breakfast, changing pants, cleaning throw up, saying good bye to Daddy, and then Josiah and me for the rest of the day.

It is a good day.

Josiah is happy. He is walking around, nearly running everywhere. He is opening cupboards, climbing on anything and everything, and attacking me every few minutes with his huge bear hugs.

Last year today was a different morning than this morning. This day last year after waking up and Adam leaving, my water broke...or leaked actually. It began the terribly long process of Josiah's birth. It is so weird that at this time last year I didn't know my baby. I knew I had a baby in my tummy. I knew he would be a precious, a marvelous blessing, but I didn't know him.

I didn't know that he would be terribly strong and arch his back, so his tummy nearly touches the ceiling of the car, when he is put in his car seat one too many times.

I didn't know he would have the most contagious, belly laugh I have ever heard.

I didn't know he would roll his tongue for the fun of it or make a "trilling" noise in the back of his throat when really mad.

I didn't know he would adore kisses and hugs and affection.

I didn't know he would love smoothies just like his Daddy.

I didn't know he would be born with the longest, most adorable, out of control, curly hair I had every seen an infant have.

I didn't know this little baby boy that is so precious. This year is much different. This weekend we won't be at the hospital. We will be at home with friends and family, all wearing jungle animal birthday hats celebrating the birth of a very special little boy.

I am so glad you were born Josiah. You have blessed me more than I could have imagined. I love you more than I thought possible. I am so excited to see your little personality grow over the years to come! You are my gift from God!

Love,
Your Momma Girl

Cuteness for Friday

Here are some photos that are a few weeks old but too cute to not be seen! I was a horrible mommy and barely took any photos during our holiday traveling. Josiah saw a BUNCH of family that all got to love on him I just don't have any photos of it...except of him with Tia Anna.

He just loved Tia Anna's scarf and she just loved naked baby Josiah playing with her girly scarf. I didn't have the guts to tell him that boys don't normally play with pinkish scarfs.

Why does pink have to be a girl color anyway? Adam looks GREAT in pink. Girls can wear blue why can't boys wear pink scarfs? Josiah clearly doesn't care about social constructs and is so confidant in his cute boyish baby-ness that he can be naked and wear a pink scarf with a smile and be STYLIN the whole time!

We love you Tia Anna! Josiah loved playing with you and your scarf. By the way, it is super cute!

Tired of Christmas

Yay for 2010!

I'm sorry but that just sounds so weird! One very exciting thing about 2010 is Josiah will be ONE on the 31st of January. I have had many thoughts about planning his party and have even written out a list of "friends". Most of the list consists of my friends as he has a few but it isn't like they call each other or anything. The boy is dependent on me to make friends for him. I do my best:)

All I really wanted to to tell you guys today is that I don't have energy to write anything funny, witty, or interesting. The point of this post is to tell you that I am tired. It is Josiah's nap time and the fact that I have sacrificed this much time away from my possible rest time is a BIG deal...ya'll should feel loved. With all the travelling we did over the holidays Josiah got royally messed up as far as sleeping goes. We were getting things back to normal and I was so happy!

And then...

Josiah started walking.

This changed everything.

Yes, walking changed his sleeping at night...weird I know.

Talk to the baby about it.

I asked his Dr. about it and she said this is very typical and he is "too excited about walking" to sleep well. He also practices his walking in his sleep.

When she said that, I go it. Basically, learning to walk for Josiah is like what Christmas is to other kids. Can you imagine having the excitement of Christmas every time you went to bed? What if every morning was Christmas?

I think Josiah's excitement is cute but it is getting old. If you didn't know I need sleep. I get cranky and can't think straight. Right now I feel that way and am going to go rest while I can. Hopefully, tonight will better!

But I still keep thinking this is just the beginning. Josiah still has so many things to learn to do! They surely can't all be like Christmas to him!

Only time will tell...

He Is A Walking Man!

After being very close for quite some time, Josiah built up his confidence to start walking. He still does the straight knee walk because he is a little too timid to bend his knees. It is just adorable. This was a few days ago and now he is walking all around the house with his knees straight and hands out in front like Frankenstein. We are so proud of you Josiah!