Yes, we are still alive

Here is the Stockton update for the last few months.

Troy's brother gave Stockton this chair. It is the same chair that all of them grew up sitting in at their grandparents house. I thought it was a pretty cool thing for him to have now. He absolutely loves it. He will just sit in it with the biggest grin on his face and rock back and forth and then turn around and smile at the bear's face. The eyes kind of freak me out when I go into his room at night because they reflect the light from his night light and that's the first thing I see when I walk in.

He still loves taking baths. I think he would stay in the tub all day if I let him.

He has always sported the "hand in the light socket" hair style, but it started to get a little out of control.So, we decided to give him his first haircut. The sides and back are little more controled now, but I dont think there is anything we can do to keep the top from sticking up.
He loves playing in his crib before and after his naptime. It is nice because even after he wakes up, I know that I still have a good 15 minutes before he is ready for me to get him.
He has learned how to pull himself up on the sides. We need to lower his mattress down, but havent gotten around to it yet.

He has 5 teeth now with the 6th starting to poke through. This isnt the best picture but it turns out it isnt very easy to get a picture of all of this teeth at the same time. It was impossible to include his bottom ones, too.
One of his other favorite things is the vacuum cleaner. I think one of his favorite activities is vacuuming the floor. It takes me twice as long to do it now that he likes to chase the vacuum cleaner.
He is starting to go through a Mommy phase. He gets really clingy to me when we are around new people. I wish he wouldnt be so shy, but at the same time I love being his source of comfort.
He is really turning into a Daddy's boy, too. He loves spending time with Dad which is nice for me because then I can get more stuff done. I am lucky to have Troy to give me so much extra time for myself.
Dad's been taking him to car shows.

Teaching him how to work in the garage.

And, teaching him how to ride the skateboard just like him.

The latest development is that Stockton has learned how to crawl this past week!!! Every day he gets faster and faster! This video is from the early stages, he is now a pro!

It wasn't John Stockton, but definitely the next best thing.

I know I already blogged about our trip to Oklahoma, but I thought this deserved it's own post. While we were at the airport we ran into Jeff Hornacek. It is definately in my top 5 coolest things to ever happen to me list. I walked up to the seats that Troy and my family had chosen to sit in and immediately spotted him no more than 10 feet away from us. He was sitting alone reading the newspaper with no one even staring at him star struck like I was. I debated whether or not to talk to him because I did not want to bother him, but I convinced myself that maybe he has been retired long enough that it would just be an ego boost for him. So I got up the nerve and walked over. I dont remember exactly what was said, but I know it consisted of me telling him how big of a fan I was when he played, that my baby's name was Stockton, and him laughing, probably thinking what a crazy person I was for naming my son Stockton. He was so nice, in fact, I think nice is probably an understatement. Stockton was being a little stinker and wasnt cooperating for the picture, so he played with him and tried to make him happy. In hindsight I wish I would have talked to him more because I know he wouldnt have minded. I was just so nervous and I really didnt want to bother him. But if I ever get the chance again, I will tell him that he was one of the best 3 point shooters in the league, that I loved the way he would wipe his face when he would shoot free throws to say hi to his kids, and that players like him and Stockton are a dying a breed and that I was lucky to grow up having them as role models and teachers of the true game of basketball.

I can't look at these pictures without just smiling from ear to ear. If I didnt know any different, I would think we were just a happy little family sitting at the airport waiting to catch a plane.

O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A!

For those of you who dont know, I grew up in Oklahoma. We just got back from a recent visit and had a great time. There is nothing like going home and remembering who you are and where you came from. We didnt do a whole lot other than hang out at Ganny's house and play at the corn maze that my stepdad has on his farm. Now that we are home, I have to lose the 5 lbs I gained from all the good food we ate while we were there!!

On the airplane.

Worlds Best BBQ. :)

Hangin out with Gramps on the tractor.

We gave him a glow stick while we were at The Maize and he would NOT let anyone take it away from him!

We spent a day in OKC visiting the bombing memorial and the Botanical Gardens. It was fun visiting some places I hadnt been since I was a kid.

See what happens when Mom gets distracted and looks away for a second.

Going for a walk at Ganny's house.

He wasnt so sure about climbing hay bails.

Cute Stockton with his crazy Dad in the Maize. It was funny because with the humidity in the air, Stockton's hair laid down pretty much the whole time. He looked so different without it sticking up everywhere.

Going through the maize.

I got to visit a good friend from high school and her family. It was nice to catch up.

Stockton and Gramps on another tractor.

Stockton loved taking a bath in the same tub that I bathed in hundreds of times.

Stockton and his Ganny.

We saw this salon and had to take a picture because it reminded us of Troy's mom. We thought it was so funny.

It's Official...I am a Mother

Stockton has been sick. He puked all over the place several times yesterday evening. Two of those times required baths. Not only for the mess, but the bath tub seemed to be the only place he was happy. He was happily splashing when I noticed a log floating in the water and when I looked for its source, I noticed another one on its way out. This I could have handled with only a minor freak out. But when the solid logs turned to chunky, mucusy diarrhea, I lost it. Troy was out working in the garage and when I called him freaking out to come in, of course he told me I could handle it on my own. So as I am standing there frantic with a panic attack on the verge of puking, Stockton is staring at me wondering what all the fuss is about. I wont go into all the details, but I did survive. The toys, tub, and Stockton all came out clean and sanitary. I have always said I would much rather deal with the teenage years than having to clean up vomit, poop, and pee for years and years and last night reaffirmed that for me. Thank you Stockton for my Official Motherhood Initiation.