Lawton funnies

This picture is from a couple of weeks ago. Lawton was getting ready for church and I told him to go get his shoes out of his closet because we were getting ready to go. I think I may have even specifically said to get his brown sandals - but he knows usually that those are the shoes he wears to church. Anyways, after a while, he finally came out with these. . . all I could do was laugh! Check out the red heeled socks that he so meticulously put on!

Which leads me to another funny story . . . I had gotten some summer p.j.s for like $1.99 at the end of the summer. Chad does Lawton's bedtime duties most of the time since I am usually taking care of Carolina. I told him that there were some new pajamas that Lawton could wear in his closet. A few minutes later, Lawton comes and shows me his "new" pajamas. I just busted out laughing and asked Chad if he thought they were a little too small. ??? They were size 18 MONTHS!! They looked like cap sleeves and were squeezing his tiny hiney to pieces. Chad just sheepishly grinned and said, "yeah, I guess they are a little tight!" Hmmm. Ya think? (I had gotten these to give as a baby gift, but not any more! And they weren't in his closet where I had told him to get Lawton's 5T pajamas!) Oh, how I wish I had taken a picture! It's a good thing I'm the one in charge of getting clothes and dressing the kids most of the time! :) And Kathryn, Luke has a cute pair of pirate pajamas coming his way! We both still get a laugh about it just thinking about it!
Chad took Lawton to the restroom the other day and apparently there was a pink deodorizer "cake" in the bottom of the urinal. (I don't really know this since I don't use a urinal - just to clear that up.) :) Lawton looked down and said "Uh-oh, Daddy! Someone lost their tongue!"

He wanted to know if his jacket today had a "noodle" and then later a "hoodle" (hood)

Asked me today if I wanted to jiggle. I had to think about that one (I kinda do that anyway just walking normally. Sigh.) Then I realized he meant juggle because he was throwing balls up in the air.

And this clip is from his favorite thing to do at the mall. I only wish I had gotten the whole thing. The last time we went to the mall, he begged to go on the "eldegador/alligator/esgalador". It actually is a great bribing tool to get him to stay in control while we go in a store. Anyways - I decided he was old enough to go up and down on his own because I can't go - Carolina is in the stroller - so he sets sail up and down the escalator. Sheer joy. About half way up, he turns around and blows me a kiss grinning ear to ear. Sweet boy.

Our Chevy Chase Vacation Part I

Well, I'm SURE all of you blog readers have seen and love the Chevy Chase Vacation movies from the 80's, right? I mean, I LOVED them (I think I have probably only seen the edited versions), including National Lampoon's Vacation and National Lampoon's European Vacation. They make me chuckle just thinking about certain scenes . . . like when everything goes SO wrong and you just laugh at Clark Griswold and all his misfortunes. Yet, all the while he makes his family endure even more tragedies as they must finish their beloved vacations. So, I was recounting our first vacation as a married couple (which was an absolute Lampoon's vacation) and thought I would share and hopefully give all of you, my favorite bloggers, a good chuckle at our expense. (We can now laugh, too, so don't worry about us.)

For some reason, after Chad and I had only been married for 6 or so months, we thought we could do a tour of New England on a mere budget of $500 or so. I'm not exaggerating. (Give us a break, we had just completed our first years of teaching. We weren't exactly rolling in dough.) We knew it would be tight, but we could do it! We were invincible newlyweds! We had our course planned out, campsites reserved, and thankfully gas wasn't astronomical like it is these days. We had just spent the last summer (2000) as an engaged couple working at Camp Shiloh in New York state, and we wanted to go back and visit our friends and campers, so we thought, why not just make a vacation out of it?

We packed my gold Honda Accord (Goldie, sniff, sniff) to the brim with our tent, camping accessories, my Longaberger (wedding present) picnic basket, a spiral notebook full of our plans and a newly purchased U.S. atlas to navigate our way to New England and back. I had meticulously packed and fit everything we would need just so into the car. From very early on in our relationship, it was clear that I am the spatial one (I can load a dishwasher to make every last dish fit or organize a drawer or closet like no other. I can tell if that last bit of casserole will fit in a Tupperware dish that looks too small, but really isn't. It's a gift. Don't hate me.) Chad on the other hand, isn't so spatial (even though guys usually have this knack), so I'm the one who packs our suitcases and the car usually.

Anyways, we packed and we were off. Our plan was to drive through the tri-cities of Tennessee, up through Virginia, and camp in a State Park in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania the first night. We enjoyed a relatively uneventful drive the first day, eating a picnic lunch somewhere in Virginia and arriving to the campground before nightfall. We cooked our dinner on our Coleman stove once we got there and pretty much crashed soon after we finished dinner.

The next morning, we started packing up all our gear. If you've ever gone camping, you know it takes a lot stuff and you just kind of have it all out so that you can get to it. So, we were packing up and it starts raining. Chad, in the quest to keep all of our stuff from getting soaked, then steaming and stinking up the car when the sun would inevitably come out, he quickly threw and crammed everything in the car. I arrived back from the bathhouse and everything was packed, and I knew it was a hot mess in the trunk and in the back seat. Now, I realize I was probably a little irrational, but I think I started crying. I mean, I had spent two days knowing how everything would fit and how we could easily access everything needed. I tried to get over it quickly, though, because it was downright RAINING at this point. Sigh.

We had planned to go to Gettysburg since we were there, so we spent the morning wandering around the fields where many men had given their lives and saw where Abraham Lincoln gave the famous Gettysburg Address. I'm not a huge history fan, but it was interesting, at least the parts I can remember. But c'mon. It was RAINING. Oh, and it was FREE.

However, there was a schedule to keep, so we hopped in the car and headed to Hershey, PA. Yep, I was excited about this stop. Hershey - as in CHOCOLATE! If you know me at all, you know I will never pass up an opportunity for chocolate. (Just this morning I helped host a shower and after looking at the menu, there was *gasp* no CHOCOLATE! So of course I volunteered to bring the chocolate to represent that part of the food pyramid.) We arrived at Hershey and headed to Hershey's Chocolate World. Of course, I would have loved to go to visit Hershey Park, but that would have cost us some money. So we went to Hershey's Chocolate World, took the FREE tour, and even got a FREE mini Hershey Bar at the end. We decided that we needed some cheap souvenir to celebrate this fabulous stop in our journey, so we landed upon four cheap, plastic cups which are still in our cabinet today. (One Mr. Goodbar, one Reese's, one Hershey's Chocolate Bar, and one Kit Kat cup . . . just in case you were wondering.) I think we ate another picnic lunch and then headed on our way to The Big Apple.

We had spent a few weekends in New York City while we worked at Camp Shiloh the summer before. We wanted to do a few things that we hadn't done before, including splurging and taking the NBC Studio Tour- because, if you didn't know this, I am a huge Today Show fan. Alas, my Today Show watching days are mostly over, because Word World or Clifford the Big Red Dog are on instead. But I digress. So, we headed to Manhattan, because we had graciously been allowed to stay at Manhattan Church of Christ on a mattress in a classroom for two nights. The church allows Shiloh workers to stay there on the weekends, and so they allowed us to stay, too, because we were "poor newlyweds". The minister lives on the top floor, (it is on the Upper East Side of Manhattan) and buzzed us in when we needed to enter. So, we managed to find a parking spot almost right in front of the church, amazingly, and crashed in a classroom, beat from the exciting day of traveling, Gettysburg and Hershey.

The next morning, we showered in the tiny showers outside the baptistry, and headed out to splurge and eagerly go get the bagels we had been drooling over for the past year at H & H Bagel several blocks over from the church. We walked to get something out of our car, and I thought to myself, Chad left the car unlocked overnight! And then we sickeningly realized at the same time, our car had been broken into. Ugh.

Stay tuned to the next edition of Our Chevy Chase Vacation soon! :)

Perfect Camping Weekend

This past weekend, we went camping with the gang: Buddy and Sissy, Nick, Amy and Jonah, Marie, my Mom and Dad, Aunt Kathryn (my sister) and Uncle Andrew and Luke. Buddy and Sissy are my parent's best friends and we have grown up together and made many fun memories over the years. Amy and Kathryn have literally been best friends since birth. It was so fun to get together for the weekend just like we used to do all the time growing up - now we have our own kids in the mix!

It was beautiful camping weather - shorts and t-shirts for comfortable day-time wear, sweatshirts at night to roast s'mores. Check out Luke and Carolina getting a classic camping bath above! Aren't they the cutest? You can see Carolina's first camping bath here.
Wow! They are both smiling! Of course, my sweet nephew, Luke, always smiles big for the camera! Carolina on the other hand has to be coerced . . .
Noni and Dandy with their two grandBABIES - and yes, they are wearing matching t-shirts. Aren't they cute? They promise they didn't do it on purpose!

Our little pumpkins - Luke (6 months), Carolina (4 months) and Jonah (7 months). It was quite interesting to try to capture a decent picture! Carolina can't sit up yet like the big boys! You can see what "they" all looked like this past Christmas . . .
They were all getting tired of the paparazzi so they all had to lay down - and Carolina was over it by now - Jonah was SO interested in her bow! (Notice Luke's {Lawton's} blue jeans on Carolina! I am going to have to go find her some blue jeans with ruffles soon!)
And then Lawton had to join the mix!
Me and my peeps . . . poor sis, she is so over it by now.

Chad and the peeps
Noni and Lawton throwing things (rocks, leaves and such) in the creek at the campground
Can life get any better? Not in Lawton's eyes! Notice he has on the same clothes in ALL the pictures while everyone else's changes. Yep, he wanted to wear the SAME thing all weekend, even though I brought a whole suitcase of clothes for him. Oh well, we are just camping - less laundry for me! (And one NASTY outfit at the end of the weekend!)
Chad and Carolina overlooking Lawton and Noni on the bridge.
Lawton helps (loudly disturbs) all the fishermen on the bank, including Dandy. Thank goodness he didn't have the attention span to help (disturb) the fishermen for long!

Carolina loves her exersaucer!
Goin' for a stroll with cousin Luke.
Lawton and Uncle Andrew are playing a mean game of vintage Candyland. Look at the concentration on their faces!
Buddy squeezes in some Carolina lovin'! (And who couldn't love that precious face below?)
We had so much fun - Lawton absolutely LOVES to go camping! He kept saying over and over, "I want to stay for 100 (nights). I don't want to ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever leave!" (He started saying this on Friday night!) Fun times!

Chad is "baptized"

Well, tonight was Bunco with the girls, and, of course, Carolina went with me because of the last post (in case you haven't read it yet). Chad leaves for work at about 6:15 in the morning, and so he had planned to go to bed right after Lawton did since I wouldn't be around to talk to and watch t.v. with. So . . .when I got in, he had left this letter typed up for me on the computer to let me know how their night went. It is too "funny" not to share with all of you! :) Get ready . . .



Tonight I was officially “baptized” into Fatherhood
We had a great night having “Chips and Cheese.” We got to Mazatlan and he said, “Two please” to the host. We got to our table and he sat flat on his bottom, opened the menu, and said, “Let’s watch the news.” There was a soccer game on t.v. behind me. We ordered our food and of course they brought out the 64 oz. milk for him to guzzle. He ate several chips and when the food arrived, he only ate about 3 pieces of his quesadilla. I noticed that there was only about 1 inch of liquid left in his cup. I figured he had filled up on milk and he could eat it later. Of course, when I got done, he came and sat in my lap.

Can you see where this is going? (insert by me)

We got our check and I said, “Lawton are you read to go?” He got off my lap, looked right at me, and the strongest stream of vomit came flying out of his mouth right into my lap. I said, “Are you okay bear?” No answer…just another strong stream came flying out of his mouth onto my shirt. The next round went all over the table, and the final one went all over the bench seat we were sitting in. In all I bet the amount of vomit could have filled up a gallon jug…no exaggeration! The waiter saw what happened and brought me a stack of napkins about 6 inches high. It took me about 10 minutes to clean up the majority of the vomit, however, I was completely soaked and the carpet was pretty dirty below us. My pants were soaked over the entire front and most of the back. My shirt was soaked on the left side…so bad that I had to take it off. He had a few splatters on him. It was the foulest smelling vomit I have smelled in a long time. It was quite embarrassing walking up to pay smelling and looking like I did. We got in the truck and I completely soaked the seat of the truck where my pants were so wet. We got in, took off all of our clothes, put them in the wash so you wouldn’t gag when you saw them, and got in the shower. I can still smell it and my truck reeks. I sprayed Febreeze on the seats. I hope that works. The whole time, all Lawton could say was, “I’m sorry daddy…I didn’t mean to spit up.” What all did he eat today?????



Bless his heart. All I can say is . . .I'm glad it wasn't me. :) He understands, though. I have an incredible gag reflex for vomit and he would have had to clean up mine, too. Seriously. When I taught first grade and then Montessori, if a kid in my class got sick, I would cover my nose and mouth dry heaving and run out of the room to next door for someone else to deal with it (or let my aid deal with it when I taught Montessori). Some nurturing teacher I am, huh? This is also a main reason I abandoned ship on my nursing major when I realized this problem probably wouldn't go away.



Anyways, to give a little bit more background knowledge for you, Lawton did have a little bit much this afternoon (for him). When I picked him up from school, he ate the cheese leftover from lunch in the car (don't worry, it was still cold from an ice pack). I then had to run an errand in Green Hills and he saw the "Donut Factory" and asked to go get a donut. So, I thought, hmmm, good motivation to behave in the store. "Sure, Lawton!" I replied. He was great, so we stopped on the way home and he chose an enticing, chocolate glazed donut and scarfed it down. Sometimes they have their bagels 3 for a dollar, so I got these delicious spinach bagels topped with cheddar cheese. I had a pinch of one for my afternoon snack, and he told me I needed to "share" my bagel with him. So, of course I did. When we got home, he asked for some milk to polish off the goodies of the afternoon. So, fast forward to dinner, where they seriously bring a HUGE styrofoam cup of milk (the boy loves his white milk) and . . . the rest is history.

Chad did wake up to tell me when they got home, Lawton said, "Daddy, I'm thirsty. Can I have some milk?" And of course Chad obliged.


Just kidding! (About the obliging part.) Bless Chad's heart. And Lawton's. :)

It's a love/hate relationship

Warning: To all men who are uncomfortable with the thought of or have never been around a lactating woman before, don't read this post. If you don't even know what lactating is, then definitely don't proceed! :) However, I'm not really sure if any male even reads this besides my dad, so Dad, don't be embarrassed!

Okay, before I go on anymore, I want to clarify that maybe hate is not an accurate description or word choice. More like dislike or inconvenience, but how would It's a love/dislike relationship sound for a title?

Sitting in the chair many times during the day, I have a chance to think about and ponder many things (as well as sleep or just totally zone out or shoo Lawton away and encourage him to go play alone which he has a very hard time doing). Anyways, I realized how much I love and hate (dislike) nursing all at the same time. I do have to make very clear from the beginning that I feel very blessed first of all to have two healthy, normal children for whom I thank God for every night when I see their cherub faces asleep in their beds. I am also very thankful that nursing has come very easy for me and my kiddos from day one. Carolina was birthed, rooting and nursing within the first fifteen minutes of life. How blessed and how wonderful.


I love that I am the only one who can truly meet her needs and feed her.


I hate (dislike) that I am the only one who can truly meet her needs and feed her. Lawton refused to take a bottle until he learned to take a sippy cup with a straw when he was 11 months old. I promised PROMISED myself that this would not happen with Carolina, but alas, she is not wanting the old bottle here lately (since like eight weeks old.) Sigh.


I love that she can be screaming (but she really doesn't do this much) because she is hungry and as soon as her sweet little lips clamp down, all is happy in her world.


I love when her little tummy is full and so sleepy, and she finally tuckers out, that last little sip of milk starts running down her chubby cheek because she is just too tired to swallow that last bit. I have forever taken a picture of that image in my mind.


I love that her "food" is easily transportable and takes no refrigeration or special equipment.
I think I would hate dealing with bottles all the time. I'm too lazy in that regard.


I hate (dislike) that she is becoming a "nursing snob" as my friend Anna put it because she doesn't like to nurse just anywhere anymore. She honestly prefers something soft - more accurately her boppy with a pink velour(?) cover and does not like for her feet/legs to be touching anything. Prissy Britches.


I love though that she really is a wonderful baby and can tolerate being schlepped around and will wait very patiently until we can get home (or somewhere comfy and up to her "standards") to eat.

I hate that I look and feel like Bessie the cow.

I love that God made women's incredible bodies to provide what our children need. My body won't look/feel like this forever . . . right?!??

I love the bond that I have with my baby and knowing that she is getting just what she needs.

I hate (dislike) that all women who wish to experience breastfeeding are not always able to do so for whatever reason.

I hate (dislike)that she is still waking up at least once a night and guess whose turn it always is?


I love the fact that I get to wake up and take care of my baby and have special bonding time, uninterrupted by a flying Buzz Lightyear , to just admire her sweet little features (when I don't fall asleep).

I hate (dislike) or maybe I love (I'm not sure which) that Lawton thinks that he, too, can "give milk" to his "puppy", all stuffed animals, baby dolls at Noni's house, and even baby Moses in his Busy Bible book. It makes me smile every time. And I just let him think he can. I really don't want to go there yet. This too shall pass.

**Update - I can't believe I forgot this one! I hate (dislike) having to wear a bra 24/7. Ugh. All you nursing mothers understand this one.

Soccer and the Pfunky Griddle

This morning we decided to go eat breakfast out for a special treat since Chad worked so hard this week mowing all his yards so we could have a Saturday together. We went to the Pfunky Griddle over off Bransford (for all you locals) after it was recommended to us by a friend. Lawton LOVED it and kept on saying "This is so much fun!" over and over again. We also went to the Y last night to swim for a fun family Friday night (say that 3x fast) and he kept on saying "This is so much fun!" over and over again then, too. (We've had a fun weekend so far!) Anyways . . . you get to cook your own pancakes (or in my case, French Toast, yum!) on your own griddle at your table. It was pretty tasty!
Here's Chad being a "griddle" master! HA!
Lawton dropped in chocolate chips to his pancakes (and snuck a few into his mouth in the meantime! :)
Carolina wanted to be in on the action, too!
The decor . . . I thought it had a nice ambiance about it!

Alright, I know that you all have been dying to hear about soccer. . . HA! (These pictures are actually from last week, we didn't take any digital today)

So - the first game - DISASTER. Lawton wouldn't go on the field, (probably because it wasn't his idea) and it was HOT (I could kinda understand that one) and he preferred to play football with his cousins on the sideline and swing from a empty overturned net nearby. I will admit, Chad and I were pretty frustrated, just because he had a terrible attitude. I might have been a little unreasonable, too, but hey, this is supposed to be FUN and we're doing this for YOU!

Anyways, new game plan for last week. We were just going to play it cool, act like we didn't really care if he played or not, stayed very positive, and what do you know? The little booger scored a goal on opening kickoff! (It might have been a little luck, but he did kick it half way down the field!) He played on and off the rest of the game and actually participated, which is all we really want him to do! Len is doing a GREAT job being the coach . . . he is so patient and calm. Thanks, Len!

Isn't this the cutest picture of all their names?
Lawton and Daddy after the game
One proud soccer player! After he scored the goal last week, he ran off the field to Chad saying "Daddy, I did it! I scored a goal! Everyone is saying my name!" Precious boy!
Here he is excitedly telling Noni and Luke all about the game.

Today was another success relatively speaking. Of course, our team (all first time three year olds) got drilled by the other team (we didn't score a goal) . But, Lawton and his friends played hard and were trying (for the most part :) and had fun - the SNACK at the end is the best part!

The highlight of today: Lawton doesn't quite understand the boundaries/stop when the whistle blows concept. He would get to kicking, go out of bounds and just keep going. We would be yelling his name to stop, the ref was blowing his whistle, yet Lawton kept going. One time he went about 30 yards (I'm NOT exaggerating) until the ref finally caught up with him. After he did this several times, Len and the ref realized that when he got the ball and started heading out of bounds, to catch up with him and stop him before he went too far. Hilarious. We tried to explain it to him without discouraging him and his new found fervor for the game. Did I mention after the game I found out that Chad had told him he could get a new car if he tried hard? Hmmm. It worked, though! Aren't we terrible?!! :)

Be sure to keep scrolling! There are two other posts below. Thanks for stopping in and have a good weekend!

Carolina's new trick

My darlins

I was able to capture a half smile!
Looks like she's done with the Bumbo now!
Getting a little play time with cousin Luke. Poor guy, getting squished in his own stroller! :)
"I like your cool toy, Luke? Can I play too?"

Look at those big, round eyes! This bubble is actually her ONLY Sunday outfit that is new to her. All others were mine or my sister's when we were little or consignment. Thanks, Sissy! It looks so cute on her!
There's a smile big girl!
Check out the drool! :)
Lawton absolutely LOVES Carolina and gives her sweet kisses ALL the time!
He came in and had "cooked" a meal for me . . . I couldn't resist taking a picture he looked so cute!

Necessities

Yesterday I had a eye doctor's appointment in Lebanon and my mom kept Lawton and Carolina for me while I went to get my eyes dilated and to confirm that I am still blind as a bat with 20/650 vision. Anyways . . . It was raining outside when we left so he was wearing his cute green lizard/frog whatever they are rain boots. I suggested that he get his crocs to take with us because I knew he probably wouldn't want to wear them if it quit raining (he's just that kind of kid). It was taking a while in his room so I went to check on him. He was diligently putting his crocs and "Goliath" sandals as he says in his suitcase. I didn't tell him he wasn't spending the night because he was just so excited to see Noni. We were walking out of the room and said, "One more thing!" and proceeded to stick in his soccer cleats last minute. Who knew that a 3 1/2 year old boy could be such a shoe horse? :)

As it turned out, mom (Noni) let him spend the night after all since she was coming to Nashville anyways today. After eating at Burger King(Lawton's pick), going to Big Lots to pick out a special silver car (just like Noni's real car) and stopping at Dunkin' Donuts for a little pre-bed snack, he exclaimed "This has been a GREAT day, Noni!" Bless his heart, he really needed some 1 on 1 attention! Thanks, mom! (My dad was busy with a home show in Nashville)

Soooo. . . Lawton was SO excited to spend the night at Gran-D and Papa J's house tonight. We had actually planned a date night earlier in the week for tonight. Anyways, Lawton decided that he would help pack his suitcase for tonight. Here is a list of his "necessities". :)

• plastic hammer
• Batman, Superman and Wonderwoman action figures
• new silver car acquired from Noni
• one small red trapezoid
• soccer ball
• bag of phonetic reader books
• "Goliath" sandals (Velcro-strap sandals)
• Mac (from the movie Cars)
• Michael Jordan ball cap
• Thomas sunglasses
• Cars watch
• pajamas (I thought these might be needed)
• Clothes for church tomorrow (ditto above)

We actually forgot his toothbrush collecting all these other "necessities". It makes me smile just thinking about how serious he was packing. :)

Thanks, Grandparents, for loving our little Lawton!

Lawton's first . . .

Day of Pre-SchoolI wish I had last year's picture in this very spot to compare . . .
His snazzy new backpack (Red is his favorite color)
His new teacher, Miss Donitta.

Lawton did great on his first day of school. He had a great time and was so excited to go - I'm not sure who was more excited, me or him! HA! Watch out Emery (and Elizabeth) - Chad and I were in the same pre-school class at CH twenty-seven or so years ago! :) It's also a surreal sort of circle because one of my best friends from pre-school and elementary school's little boy is in Lawton's class now. (Did you follow all that?)
Here's a few pictures from Open House last week - in the reading corner
With a fire truck he discovered right off the bat!
What a smile! He was able to pick out his very own locker.
Lawton and Miss Donitta at Open House

Lawton's first dentist appointment

We had to cancel our appointment this summer due to VBS. Our dentist is so great, the next time they could schedule us was January! WOW! So . . . we have been on the call list if there was a cancellation. This morning as we were heading to the Y, they called and said they could see both of us! So I jumped on the chance and apologized ahead of time for the way we might look . . . Lawton did great! I was in one room getting my teeth cleaned (with Carolina taking a snooze in her carrier) and Lawton went with another hygienist down the hall to get his teeth cleaned. He sat there like a statue, no problems and let the hygienist and Dr. Jeff probe all in his mouth. This is the same child who balks every time I have to cut his nails. What? I seriously never know how he will react to things. For example, I thought he would love soccer. Ask me how the first soccer game and first two practices have gone and I might have a nervous breakdown and hyperventilate remembering the horror that I have experienced thus far. It's not quite that bad, but almost. Argghhh. The details are for another day.
All smiles!


Lawton's first football game of the season

We went to the Overton(Chad's alma mater) vs. Hillsboro (one of his former students/star athlete plays) football game Friday night
Lawton took it all in. . .
This was his favorite part, though. The Twix from the concession stand - he realized that people were coming up with "snacks" from this little building and insisted that he get in on the action, too. (We were going to get him something anyways, I promise!)