Christmas Lights

My 16 month old son, Bubba, is into Christmas lights. If he's in his car seat 3/4 asleep and goes by a lit house, he's immediately awake and jabbering! One of my customers recommended we go to McAdenville, a small town south of Charlotte. It was a trip well worth the time! We all totally enjoyed it and since it was about 70 degrees, we were able to get out and walk around the town. Here's a few pictures of the town. Does anyone know how to keep the lights from bluring? Just wondered. Oh, and the last picture is our house.


At one of the churches in town:

For those lucky enough to live in the Salisbury/Charlotte area, here's their website: http://www.mcadenville-christmastown.com/

What Cookies?

Well, as all good parents do, I want to share with my children the joys I had (or sometimes didn't have) while growing up. One thing that was brought back to my memory was "No Bake Cookies". These were something my grandma made and we loved them. I haven't had them in years, so I did a google search and found the recipe. I told Crisco last night that I would be fixing them and she asked what was in them. She couldn't imagine eating oats, so quickly informed me she wouldn't be eating them.

After I had them all mixed and was putting them on the wax paper, she changed her mind. It was bed time, so I told her in the morning (this morning) she would get to enjoy them.

I woke this morning early to study for Sunday School (we're marching through Revelation -- thanks Dr. A. Brown), only to find my dog wanted to enjoy my memories as well and had taken the cookies off the table and eaten them all. Wow! Hope she enjoyed them. Now, how do I explain to my daughter when she gets up -- "no cookies." Well, at least I know what we will be doing today. Throwing the dog into the back yard and making more cookies!!!! I can't wait!

Rite of Passage

Well, the first haircut is always the hardest. First, they don't want to sit still and second, it changes them from a baby to a toddler. Their appearance changes and even sometimes we shed a tear at this "rite" that happens.


Well, it was time. Bubba has sported a "mullet" for some time now and we decided to have it cut. It has been funny because my conservative mother has declared for months that she would hurt anyone cutting her "little man's" hair. We finally all agreed however that it was time.


Here's the results:

This is Bubba and his beautician from our church, Darlene Murphy:

Now you see the mullet:

Now you don't!

He's much older looking now, but we have to accept that our little guy is growing up!

Halloween, 2007

Yes, my kids dressed up. Bubba was a country farmer, even up to the John Deere hat, and Crisco was Jake Delhomme injured (wow, have we heard that one before). As you can see in the bottom picture, he has one proud grandpa!

Tooth Fairy -- TOO FUNNY!

My daughter, though 8 years old, still believes in the tooth fairy. She has Santa Figured out, but not for the big TF! Saturday night she put TWO teeth under her pillow -- one from Saturday and one she had forgotten to leave under her pillow from some months back. I told her she would confuse the tooth fairy, but she didn't think so.Well, her mom & I forgot all about it. Sunday morning she woke up and the teeth were still there -- and somewhere she found a quarter that she attributed to the Tooth Fairy. She was UNHAPPY! So, she put the teeth under her pillow again with a note "why did you only leave me 25 cents."So, being the dad who keeps dreams alive, I wrote back to her "sorry, I thought I was as the boy down the streets house who isn't as nice as you." And left what we normally leave her for her tooth under her pillow. She brought it out quite proudly this morning, and even had to call Auntie, declaring that the tooth fairy thought she was at Sawyers house ( little boy with quite an attitude).Long live the dream of the tooth fairy.

15 month old trickster

I know I write a lot about my kids, but hey, they are my life. My wife is very important to me but if I write about her, I'll get in trouble.

My son, bubba, was fighting sleep last night. Now let me make one thing clear, he didn't get that from the Mateer side of my family because WE DON'T FIGHT SLEEP! We welcome it with open arms. He was struggling to get up and fussing and SUDDENLY went limp on the bed. I asked myself if he was asleep or if something was wrong. I checked and he was breathing ok but had his eyes closed and seemed to be asleep. I got up quietly and went to the living room. As soon as I sat down, I heard his steps and there he was just-a-grinning! Only one explaination that I have (which was later confirmed by a re-creation!), he was faking sleep so I would leave and he could get back up! Too smart. And the doctor is putting him on fish oil to improve his inteligence -- why????

I guess someday he'll outsmart us. Oh, wait! He already did!

First Post -- Barry Bonds

Well, I thought I'd try this blogging thing! And what better way to stir up some controversy but talk about Barry Bonds!

I love sports! I love sportsmanship! I love watching games and especially like records that are broken. Like Cal Ripken and his consecutive game record. He absolutely blew the top off that one.

However, I do have a question. How can I celebrate this milestone when it's clouded by the steroid investigation. I wonder if this issue will ever be resolved. It is time. It's time for those critics who are booing the loudest to come forward with their evidence and put this to rest.

Until then, even if everything was done according to the rules, there will be a cloud of doubt and our celebration will be just little less exuberant.

That's all folks!