My Birthday

Looky looky what I got for my Birrff-Day from my sweet husband.
It just takes my breath away every time I walk in my house - Love it!

Lucky Clothes

For those of you that don't know...because we have such awesome friends that have boys a year or two older than Hill we have hit the jackpot when it comes to clothing our son. I can probably count on my fingers how many clothes I've bought for Hill over the past two years. We are fortunate to say the least.

Yet now we are double whammy lucky because our fabulous friend (and Hill's Godmother) has decided to learn how to sew. And so guess who will be sporting Mrs. Whitney's latest fashion designs?
This little guy!!! How pimptastic are these pants?!? Love them!

Mississippi Pickers

Amongst all my Spring cleaning (since I've been wearing shorts one day and jackets the next) I made the Executive decision that Chip and I need a big dresser for our bedroom. This way maybe Chip and I can finally share a closet instead of him having to walk across the house to the guest room closet. (How nice of me, right?)
With that said, I'm in the market for a used dresser. One I could paint or stain or whatever crafty people craft to make things work. So Saturday morning when Hill woke up at 4:15 am I decided to read the local paper and check out the garage sale hot spots. At 6 am Hill and I loaded up, got donuts and hit the American Pickers Highway. We didn't have any luck. The only loot we got was a free action figure and a chance to hang out with some cows.
With that said I still need a dresser so if any of you have one...cheap...let me know.
Here is a picture of our adventure.

Paging Dr. Hill

Foster had to go back to the vet today because he has this awful 'hark' that he cant kick. It's so bad, especially when you are dead asleep -- it makes you sit up straight in bed and jump out of your skin in the middle of the night. There is no way to explain it except it's as if he has a hippopotamus lodged in his throat.

Dr. Andy calls it his 'old man cough.' Since he's 10 we decided to do a thorough check up - blood work, X-rays, the full Monty. This way if it's something we'd catch it, but if it's nothing we'd have a baseline for future illness. Good news is that x-rays show it's fluid in his heart that can be dried up with a couple doses of Benadryl. All his levels from blood work were fantastic too! He's a picture of 112 pound health.

Foster was a trooper and Hill has found his calling. He checked Foster's tonsils with a tongue depressor "Say Ahhhhh Boss-der" and then he decided that he needed to 'cut him' in half with it. Foster was in good hands today.