have i told you guys lately how much we love this baby?

vivi is the sweetest little thing. sometimes when i kiss her cheeks, i honestly think i am going to take a bite out of her. her daddy says "i know you love her but please don't eat my baby girl".

her birth certificate says her name is vivi. but that's only bc her real name didn't fit on it.

it's really Little Babooshka-Bow Wow Boomer, according to her brother that is.

but she usually just goes by sissy. to keep it simple and all.

i love this baby sling. they didn't have these things when i had brody. if she fusses, i can just stick her in this thing and she's all like "oh thank goodness, i'm back in the belly". i wish they came in bigger sizes though bc i need to stick the six year old in it too.

"i'm gonna just sleep all day and there is nothing you can do about it".

on this day, i tried to wake her up by talking to her. she slept through it. stripped her clothes off. slept through that. put her in her bathtub. IN the bathtub! in WATER! still slept.

so i gave up and just put her naked baby butt in her crib where sleeping babies belong. poor little thing. she just has it so rough.



so little babooshka bow wow is showing all the personality traits of her daddy. she is the calmest little baby. nothing upsets her. nothing makes her mad. she stares at everything like she is in a deep thought. if she does cry, it lasts 5 seconds and then she's happy again.

she doesn't even cry for food, she just frantically eats herself until we hear the sucking sound and make her a bottle. her dad does that too but luckily he just frantically eats candy until i make him some food.

and she is always curling her cute little toes just like her dad. genetics are crazy. i mean, which strand of her DNA says "you will curl your toes just like your father". 

yes, she is still sleeping. surprised? no?

and these bows!! i mean, seriously, they are ridiculous! 

my friends, you are so good.

this sweet boy needed you. and you were there. with no hesitation.

you have sent boxes full of supplies for him. 

we asked you for help and he started receiving packages the NEXT DAY.

you sent so many supplies that we had to delete items from his wish list and add new things.

and in just a few short days, his fundraiser has gone up to $1,200.

this sweet child is fighting pain everyday but today he feels your love. 

 

but we aren't done. 

we need to get his fundraiser to $5,000 in order to pay for his genetic testing.

to get there, we need you to SHARE his story.

for every person that has shared his story, at least ONE friend has donated.

and it adds up.

and if you personally cannot donate, it's ok!!! but share his story bc you know someone who can.

fundraiser:

http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/302424?c=home

wal-mart wish list:

http://www.walmart.com/giftregistry/gr_detail.do?registryId=80500073107

amazon wish list:

http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/1WWWXOPX1EKP9/ref=cm_sw_su_w

(when checking out, choose below shipping address)

Teresa Spicer

Carrollton,GA

**for some, Amazon is really being a stinker. in case you need the address or zip code, it's below**
Teresa Spicer
252 Taylors Lane
Carrollton, GA 30117

gas cards:
*you can also help by sending gas cards! this will help mommy & daddy get eli to his doctor appointments.
mail to -
Teresa Spicer
252 Taylors Lane
Carrollton, GA 30117

brody started kindergarten this year.

something happened on the day he started kindergarten. like the school nurse lined them up and said "come here, kindergartners, take your kindergarten pill. you will be a completely different child by 3pm today" 

some of the symptoms have been -- do not let your mom know that you love her, do not let your mom kiss you, do not sit on your mom's lap anymore unless you are alone, do not tell your mom to hold you tighter unless you are in a dark room and no one can hear you, do not let your mom's hair get anywhere near your food, your plate or even your skin, start taking showers instead of baths and insist on being alone but also insist that mom not actually leave the bathroom, ask for a snack 50 gazillion times a day, start telling jokes about butts and farts or rather just say the word butt or fart and then laugh hysterically, be super strong and not afraid of anything but only between the hours of 7am and 8pm, start running around the house naked screaming "naked boy!, naked boy!", and insist that every argument can be settled with a sword battle.

brody is my honest kid. not that i have any others to compare him to since poor sissy can't even talk. but he really is painfully honest. he asked for a popsicle the other day. many many many times. and every time he had a carefully thought out reason about why he needed a popsicle.

"mom, i really think i need a popsicle because i think i hit my head on the wall when i was running and it will make me feel better."

"mom, can i please go get a popsicle because i have to pee really bad but i don't want to go pee."

"mom, can i get a popsicle because the last one i had was red and i really wanted a purple one but i forgot."

"mom, can i get a popsicle because i was watching scooby doo and i got a little bit afraid and now i need a popsicle."

it's just painful to watch. i really wish someone would just teach the poor kid to lie. i mean, why doesn't he just sneak into the kitchen, quietly sneak out a popsicle and eat it under the dining room table where i can't see him? i thought he would learn these techniques by now. i think i am going to have to teach him.

brody's friend, jack, sends us home with notes everyday. they are delicately ripped and then folded into teeeeeeny tiny super secretive notes hidden in brody's coat pockets. his number must begin with "913" although the first few times, i thought he was inviting us over for pie. brody and jack must discuss the notes at school bc although i have no idea what they say, brody can always explain. so far he has been invited to jack's house to run from girls, to chase girls and most recently, to go swimming on christmas eve. most of the time, however, he simply sends his phone number which is really long and usually both upside down and backwards. i guess jack got tired of brody never showing up though bc a couple weeks ago, i got a note that simply said "brody mom call jack mom". yesterday, i finally got a real note from his real mom and they are finally getting to have their real play date so they can chase girls, run from girls and go swimming even though jack doesn't really have a pool and it's the middle of winter.

brody is such a loyal friend to his entire class. that's one of the things that i love most about him. it gets him in trouble though bc he spends a lot of time talking during class. this morning on the way to school, i reminded him to listen to his teacher and not to talk to his friends if she is talking.

“but Mom, i don’t just talk about lord of the rings...i live the principles of friendship. i don’t even know why I get in trouble for being a chatterbox about friendship.”

so next time he gets sent to the safe seat, i guess he is just living out his principles.