Brotherly Love

We are ready for some warmer weather and sun around here!!!  It is Springtime...not suppose to be snowing!!  But Mason will be ready whenever it gets here.

This past Friday, Mrs. Pat told me Brody was holding his own bottles.  Go figure.  That little rugrat does not like doing it when we are around.  Spoiled little fella.  But I thought I would give it a shot so we could go on and get home instead of him finishing his bottle there.  Got out of the car when we got home and found this...

At least one of us was smiling. 

We headed to my parents for dinner Saturday night.  Brody got to sit at the table like a big boy with everyone else.  

He is also trying to move around like a big boy.  Got pretty good at raising up using his arms, but couldn't quite figure out how to pull his knees up at the same time...

Me and our first born.  He can sure be silly at times, but he is so so sweet.  He's really been swooning all the ladies lately by telling them they are pretty.  It's his new thing, but it still can make a girl feel good.  =)

Sunday night our Rebs played another game in the NCAA tourney.  The whole fam got decked out in Ole Miss gear.  

Mason threw up the Landshark.  Its an Ole Miss football thing, but our basketball team has started using it too.  Everyone has caught on.  

Here is a behind the scenes picture.  This is what 99% of our pictures look like...but every once in a while, we get a good one! Ha  

Ms. Lyndsey came over to play with the boys and catch a little bit of the game.  Brody is not one to warm up to people much.  It usually takes a lot of energy and most of the time he never even cracks a smile.  But he LOVED Lyndsey.  He would just smile at her when she walked by.  =)

We have all been working on our basketball skills.  

And of course when I say all...I mean ALL.  

It only took a couple of days but Brody figured out how to get up on his knees last night.  He will rock back and forth now too.  I think we are about to have a crawler.  

And with crawling (or even moving at all) comes him getting into things.  I heard Mason yelling and ran back in the room.  Brody had managed to get over by Mason's fishing game.  He was NOT happy and told Brody a hundred times that he was a baby and not old enough to play with a big boy game.  

Brody thought it was pretty funny.  =)

Oh just some brotherly love.