Tuesday, December 24, 2013


Hello, everybody-

Well, if you have no idea why our Christmas card has a pound sign in front of the words, you were probably born before 1960.  Congratulations on not knowing the meaning of the words “hashtag,” “twerk,” or “selfie.”  Trust me, you’re better off not knowing.  #TechnologySegregation

Anyway, quite a lot has happened since we last sent you a holiday card, although apparently not during January or February.  We have nothing to report from those months.  #NewParents #WeDidntGetOutMuch.

In March, Jeffrey and I celebrated our 5 year anniversary!  Jeffrey spent hours planning a surprise trip to Dallas, complete with a visit to the Dallas aquarium, a stay at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, and trip to the spa.  #HesAKeeper

Around this same time I was itching to find a new job, and lo and behold, a friend from church mentioned that her boss was looking for an associate.  Several phone calls and an interview later, I had a job offer that I couldn’t refuse.  The only hitch was that my current contract specified a 90-day notice prior to leaving.  But surely they wouldn’t actually make me wait 90 days…except that they did.  Exactly 90 days later (and not one minute sooner), I left that job and started work at Salado Smiles. #WaitingThatLongWasHarderThanPullingTeeth  I’ve been there about 6 months now and I’m still loving it.

In July, Jeffrey started his 2nd year of residency in the Internal Medicine program at Scott and White.  I had hoped that we would see him more now that he was an upper-level resident.  You see, from July 2012 to July 2013, he worked a whopping 297 out of 365 days, but this year he’s already had ten weekends off…and two of them happened in a row!  (He assures me this is excellent.)  #I’mAResidentWidow #IThinkMyHusband’sBeenBrainwashed

Also in July, Carter surprised us by taking his first steps at only 10 months old!  Despite Carter’s big sister (our dog, Dixie) knocking him over several times a day, he has managed to learn how to walk very well.  Now he essentially runs everywhere, mostly in the direction of whatever delicate or dangerous items we have left within arm’s reach (or wherever the Goldfish crackers are).  #ChildproofingIsTheNewBlack

In September we threw a big birthday bash for our favorite one year old.  Grampy was kind enough to host the party at his farm so that all of Carter’s friends would have room to run and play.  Grampy even dusted off the old oil barrel train cars and hitched them to the lawnmower for some good ol’ fashioned country fun.  Carter hardly noticed his gifts or the train, but he certainly took notice of his birthday cake.  He helped himself to about half of a small individual cake, although only a portion of that got into his mouth—the rest of the dark blue cake was smeared from head to toe.  #CleanUpOnAisleThree

For Halloween Carter decided to we forced Carter to dress up as Charlie Brown.  #GoodGrief  He carried around a Snoopy stuffed animal all night and loved every minute of trick or treating with his friends from church.  He also got to taste his first Reese’s peanut butter cup (when mommy wasn’t looking). #NineOutOfTenDentistsDisapprove

Last month we reached an entirely new milestone—that baby is talking!  So far he can only say a few favorite words and almost all of them are snacks.  What can I say?  The kid likes food.  Don’t worry, though, we’re already looking forward to his vocabulary expanding to include embarrassing phrases he will say in public like “No! MINE!!!!” and “Why is that man so fat?” and “I just wet my pants.”  #LookWho’sTalking #KidsSayTheDarndestThings

All in all, it’s been a wonderful year.  We can’t wait to see what the next one brings!

Love to you and yours,

Jeffrey, Lauren, and Carter Edwards

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Permanent Problem

We're living in a state of emergency at the Edwards' household due to something that Jeffrey found today on the floor when he got home from work.  No, it wasn't a mouse, or a roach, or a spider...it was much more sinister.

That's right.  We found only the lid to a RED sharpie.  OMG, call the National Guard. 
We searched all the usual places for the other half of the marker, but to no avail.  Somewhere in this house there lives a loaded weapon of mass destruction (of the walls).  I assume we will find it someday, hopefully before Carter finds it and uses it to create a mural of epic, and permanent, proportions.
I knew I should've glued those lids on when I had the chance. 

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Shoots and Ladders

He shoots, he scores!  We may have a basketball star on our hands, folks!

(We may also have 9 other videos where Carter throws the ball at me, at his dad, or at the dog instead of putting it in the hoop...so maybe he won't go pro after all.)

But it's not all fun and games around here.  Since Carter has reached the ripe old age of 1, we've decided that it's high time he started earning his keep around here.  First item on the agenda:  picking up after himself.  Luckily for us, he seems to really enjoy putting things in the trash.  (And I do mean ALL THINGS.  Do not leave your keys, wallet, smartphone, or anything else valuable within reach of his tiny hands at our house, because he takes his trash job seriously.)

The only problem seems to be the little bit you see at the end of the video--he loves throwing things away so much that sometimes he takes stuff out of the trash just so he can throw them away again.  Yesterday I caught him taking the last few diluted swigs out of a Taco Bell cup I had thrown away an hour before.  Yup, mom fail.

As you probably guessed, we're also attempting to teach Carter the meaning of the word "no."  It appears he doesn't quite get it yet, but we're getting closer, as evidenced by this video of him I shot after finding him in the bathroom surrounded by a billion pieces of toilet paper he had shredded into fine confetti.

We're clearly obsessed with this boy, but about a week ago we managed to tear ourselves away and decorate for Christmas.  Jeffrey worked on the lights outside and I put up the tree inside.  At one point he asked me to help him by holding the ladder while he worked on the tallest peak of our roof. 

Dutifully, I went outside and held the ladder for him, but quickly informed him:  "I'll hold the ladder, but if you fall I'm not going to catch you--we can't both be disabled at the same time.  It would be bad for the family." 

Love, honesty, and risk management--that's what our marriage is built on. 

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