Friends make life more fun

This Thanksgiving brings us so much. We are always Thankful for friends and family, love and a wonderful home, jobs and our life. But, it also brings memories of Thanksgivings past with friends we miss dearly, people who will always be a part of our extended family. It was quiet at the Georger house this year ( very unusual.) Our housefull turned into only one other family and I must say it was quite nice. Mom actually got to sit and have a glass of wine. The night was relaxed and low stress. Just what the doctor ordered for this family right now. |We hope you shared your day with the ones you love and if not know they are in your hearts as ours were on this day of gratitude. For goodness sakes just be THANKFUL!

FALLING Behind

So my Mom has fallen oh.... lets say 6 months behind in my childhood blogging. It is not her fault really I have been a challenge, in the most wonderful way possible. She has just had a lot on her plate. At least she took the darn pictures right? Short re-cap... had a great summer learned to talk in full sentences or may i say "demands" overnight. Went from mommy's boy to daddy's boy back to mommy or daddy; which ever one gives me the answer I am looking for at the moment.
I AM FULL OF LIFE, FULL OF MYSELF AND LEARNING EVERYDAY THAT SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY THRU THE MADNESS I CAN MAKE ANYONE SMILE EVEN LAUGH BY GIVING THEM THAT COLIN LOOK! PRICELESS

Sweet Summer Days

We have the absolute BEST neighborhood ever, a pool, park, pond with ducks and geese (and goose, I think they are 2 different animals)great neighbors with friends for me to play with; but most of all we have our very own ice cream truck. Sometimes when I am sleeping I can hear the sweet sound of it's music in my dreams and I can just taste that Snoopy Dog ice cream bar.

Causing Trouble

So I begged Mama to do this........



And this happened......



Yeah that would be the Charlotte Mecklenburg Police letting the air out of Bubba's ( grandpa)
4 wheeler tires. The adults made the mistake of teaching me how to start the big red 4 wheeler ( so much more fun than my little one) and I wanted to ride so bad, so Mama took me for a little ride, then Daddy wanted to ride, then Uncle Dave, then Uncle Mike, then the cops showed up...who knew these things were not allowed the grounds. I did tell them I started the whole fiasco and instead of impounding the brand new shiny object of my affection, they loaded it in the truck and let the air out of the tires! Sorry Bubba!

Memorial Day Redneckin'

So my parents finally introduced me to their pre-Sicily, pre-baby Memorial Day Weekend ritual. Camping at the Charlotte Motor Speedway for the 4 days leading up to the Coca-Cola 600 Nascar Race. I only went along because I heard there were race cars involved. I had the time of my life. Unlimited snacks, my buddy Nick ( we put the tent together ourselves as you can see, our Daddies were useless.) Sunshine and room to run wild filled my weekend. Mom took me to Nanas house after 2 days to get some rest in a real bed, really I think she was just tired of chasing me. I had a blast and will be back next year. We are even famous they posted our pictures on the race fans campsite page. Click on this link....
http://www.lowesmotorspeedway.com/news_photos/photo_gallery/sf5814.html
look for the race weekend campers pics, we are the 18th row down. So I now live in SC, am saying yes mam when answering mom 25% of the time and have been to a Nascar Race .
Do you think I might be a Redneck?

Greenville Zoo

So I totally dig the Zoo. I am still talking about the elephants and how Mom, Dad, Nana and Uncle Cameron let me feed the goats. Mom is still reminding I should not have eaten the special zoo crackers you buy at the front to feed the goats, that they are for goat mouths not Colin mouths. Most of all I am taunted by the monkeys. They were having a bit of a wild morning I guess and were making tons of noise, swinging from their cages, throwing ropes at the cage walls etc... So for all you who know me well I am a little timid. Needless to say the monkeys scared the poop out of me. I did not want to walk by the cage, look at them or even mention the word monkey for days. Mom thinks I might be permanently damaged because I am still reminding her of them while making a horrible face now 2 weeks later. She is trying her best to convince me they were just singing to me but I am not yet convinced!