Tumbleweeds

Only one day away from Mason and Ike’s first Thanksgiving, which they will be spending at Greensboro Country Club in their new Thanksgiving outfits that Brooks bought them. We’re still trying to master the art of getting a full-night’s sleep. Mason, who had been a pro when it came to sleeping through the night, has learned a new trick that inevitably wakes her up. She recently taught herself how to whip her left leg around and roll over onto her stomach. However, the problem is that she likes to perform this trick in her crib at night, but she hasn’t yet perfected the art of rolling back over onto her back. This is a problem for whoever has night duty. When Mason gets tired of being on her stomach, she starts crying for Brooks or me to come into the nursery and flip her around. There goes any chance we have at a good night’s sleep because now we have to worry about TWO babies getting up.

Ike is still Ike. There aren’t many constants in life, but Ike NOT sleeping through the night is still one. Death, taxes, the liberal media, UNC football choking …. He has turned into quite the little acrobat. He’s been rolling over onto his stomach and then back onto his back for a few weeks. Now he is just itching to try to walk. I can pull him up by his arms and he will fully support himself with his legs, break out into a huge smile and scream for joy, and then try to take a few steps as I guide him along. It’s hard to believe that he’s doing this at only four months. The more we analyze his stature and build the more we think he’s going to be one heck of an athlete. Okay, maybe this sounds a little bit like Earl Woods or Richard Williams, but at some point I’ll just have to get him to concentrate on the sport that pays the best.

Once again, we’ve had a busy week. Last weekend we went to Greensboro on Friday night and spent the night with Brooks’ parents. Saturday, it was goodbye to Mason and Ike for a night as we trekked to Chapel Hill to meet Angus and Betsy for the UNC-NC State game. I won’t revisit the pathetic outcome of the game, but let me say that it was the equivalent of enduring about eight Ike crying tantrums in a single night. After the game, Brooks and I spent the night in Raleigh with Angus and Betsy and all of us enjoyed a nice meal out on the town with Callum and his girlfriend, Raven.

Like a mentioned, tomorrow it’s Greensboro Country Club with the Banks (and of course Mason and Ike) and back to Charlotte for dinner with my parents on Friday night. We’re so glad we’re not having to make these trips from Atlanta anymore.