This weekend was proclaimed "MAN WEEKEND." We picked up Dalt on Thursday night from NOLA and it was all over from there. Friday evening the "big boys" left to make the trip to Cabela's to buy overpriced green and brown items they would not wear near enough to justify the cost and then off to LaCroix, the hunting lodge that would be their stomping ground for the next few days. It was opening weekend of Duck season in Louisiana!!!!
Lots of guns and dogs, lots of "outside", lots of food with no rules about serving size, lots of football with no women begging to watch reality TV or entertainment news! A man's best friend! LaCroix is a place where great big fat cajun men serve you gumbo in a mixing bowl, card games are plentiful and showers are few and far between(by choice.) It is the only place I know where early mornings are welcome to Ky, but only because they come with the understanding that there will be an early afternoon nap.
Once again I was told that hunting did occur. I even saw a picture of a few dead ducks with the promise that they would be plucked and cleaned and mailed to us for cooking, only to remember that I recieved the same promise a year ago this time. I have yet to see a duck in my freezer, much less tasted duck empanadas or duck gumbo, but I digress. The point of hunting in the 21st century is no longer "necessity", but rather "inevitability." Men love this activity, because their instinct tells them they have to! It is no longer a chance to provide sustinance for their children, but it does seem to provide substance to the relationships with them once they are old enough to join in the festivities! The art of killing something alongside your son is a time honored tradition that, I for one, hope never fades..even if that means I am destined to be alone several weekends a year. It won't be long untill the "little boys" are right there alongside the big ones, learning to play poker and to tell exaggerated stories and I just pray they will miss their momma as much as she misses them, even though she knows they are learning the lessons that will last them a lifetime... whether they know it or not! Did I mention Dalton even killed a goose!!!!-Tori
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Beck met Beautiful Brianna Phelps(her Mom is a Mexican hottie) in our playgroup in BR. Since then...it looks like they have hit it off. This casual Chuck E. Cheese Bday Party (for another girl!) turned into what looks like Beck's first date. Apparently, he picked Brianna up in his fancy truck and they went for a drive. I guess her Mother approved as she was the one taking pics, but I know the Mortensen Boys well enough that I think this is a little early to be riding around in cars with girls! They are notorious Heartbreakers, although always perfect gentlemen.
Will this be my life...looking at pics of my sweet boys with beautiful exotic girls... at dances and dinner dates and dare I say it, a wedding day! Be still my heart...I better go kiss them and squeeze them now before I become the other woman in their lives!-Tori
Monday, September 8, 2008
Ahh..the Annual Dove Hunt in Monroe. An opportunity for men age 6 weeks to 60+ years to escape the women that bug them and pretend to be literaly "bringin' home the bacon." The field of choice is the "yard" of a childhood friend of mine's big brother. Now mind you he and his wife and their 3 boys live on about 20 acres just outside of town, with a stocked pond and horses and a beautiful custom designed home complete with outdoor plasma screen tvs and of course indoor plumbing...you are truly set up. The "HUNTERS" arrive to a feast of duck and sausage and chicken, bread, roasted corn, cookies and an incredible chocolate sheet cake brought over by the "neighbor" who delivered it by 4-wheeler. When Ky mentioned to Brent Wilkes that he didn't bring any boots or pants to hunt in...Brent assured Ky that flip flops and shorts would be the dress code and that the hunting would be taking place on freshly cut grass especialy prepared for the day.
Oh, and did I forget to mention that they invite us (the wives and moms I mean,) even though I am pretty sure that it is just to cook, watch the kids who are too little to hold their own weapon, bring ice water out upon request and of course...take tons of pictures of them with their guns and their sons in the Louisiana September sunset!
I can say, I never saw any evidence of a dove on the ground and can't be too sure any actual hunting occured...some thing was "shot" alright and I am pretty sure it is a four letter word not polite enough for a southern lady to put on her blog!-Tori
Friday, September 5, 2008
Jett got a chance to meet his buds for a playdate during "Evacuation 08." Can you believe all of these boys...from the left Rachel and Bishop(4 weeks), Holly and Boyd(5 months), Amanda and Max(4 months), Jett and Mom(5 weeks.) The girls still talk about all of the same things... boys(only smaller and balder), drinks(bottles vs. formula and various applicable quantities,) the coolest new jeans (size 3-6 months,) weight and diets(but now bigger is actualy better and eating alot is a good thing.) Good Times!-Tori
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Wow. So it took me about 30 minutes to figure out how to log back into this thing to actually post a blog. So now that I'm finally here, let me waste no time in bringing everyone up to speed. We have been seeking refuge from GUSTAV for the past several days in Monroe at Victoria's mother's home. From what I hear the storm has absolutely blasted Baton Rouge and most of the city is without electricity and probably will be for a couple of weeks. LSU closed for the whole week thus far. (We should seriously get Labor Day over!) Our house is okay though, no shingles missing from what I'm told and the fact that I have been too lazy to build a fence or plant any trees has served me well. Pretty hard to blow away what you didn't have to begin with! There's a lesson for the three little pigs! Anyway, it has given me a chance to get close to the family and the in-laws. Really close. You know that whole thing about 'after 4 days you've worn out your welcome'. Well, if you stick around long enough, you wear it back in and you just basically live together and that's the way it is. The great thing is that it has given me a chance to attend a few high school football games. Northern Louisiana is like West Texas in terms of high school football and I have to admit the game is seriously elevated in these parts. To be honest, the players aren't really any bigger than your typical Sanford football team, but they move and execute plays like a BCS bowl team. Seriously, its a big deal here. Hopefully the rain will let up so they won't cancel the upcoming showdown this weekend..Rustin vs Neville. I'm already getting excited. We have Bastrop (#6 team in the nation) right down the road, and I already watched the West Monroe Rebels (ESPN highlighted them in their mini series last year) this past Saturday night. Anyway, my little boys enjoyed it immensely. Beck is a big fan of the concession stand and loves to run, throw the ball and give the mascots high fives. Anyway, I figured I needed to bring everyone up to date since I noticed I was 'ranked' number one in the listing of family on Mom's new blog...(yes girls, thats an actual ranking depending on alot of different factors but primarily it comes down to how cool you are and whether or not you still look good in a bathing suit...have fun competing for the number two spot, they don't call it the biggest loser for nothing!) Anyway try to keep up and thanks for all of the positive encouragement about keeping my blog up to date and up to speed. Speaking of speed, here is the 'bring you up to date since Jett was born blast'...Jett is now like 5 1/2 weeks and weighs about 13 pounds, he's starting to get colicky and isn't very fun from about 5 until midnight. Beck is a superstar and had a big birthday party on Sunday even though his real birthday is about three more weeks away, Victoria is losing her mind nursing a baby and putting up with me and Beck and living here at her moms for the week and I am pretty much coasting this week and trying to stay out of everyones way and last week I did that lemonade diet, only I only did it for like 5 days instead of ten because the "hurrican messed me up" but I actually lost like 8 pounds during that time and even though I look about the same, I feel alot better and I slept like an absolute baby the whole time I was doing it even though it was really irritating to just drink lemonade everyday and I think Dad should do it for 10 days and see how well it makes him sleep at night. And I think that's pretty much it and I'll try and get some pics posted soon. I've gotten alot better looking in the past month and am really anxious to prove it. I'll be right back!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
At around 8 am yesterday we left the house, and after making a short stop off at the beauty salon where Victoria had her hair freshly styled, we proceeded to Woman's Hospital in Baton Rouge. See, you can't have a baby in the south without looking your 'beauty pageant' best. I mean, there are friends that will be visiting from out of town and there will be photo ops; lots of photo ops. Forget the other person in the photo who just came wriggling forth from the depths of the womb to confront this cold, dry and very bright world; he can worry about his scrunched face in all of the pictures later. Actually we did comb his hair a little; slicked it down good. I mean the whole thing was very text book. Very scheduled and everything we did all day was quite with purpose and deliberation. I wore my hazmat suit and took lots of pictures. I went in the surgery suite and sat at my chair near Victoria's head and held her hand. I wasn't allowed to watch much of the cesarean though; not because the doctors wouldn't let me, but because Victoria said "you're not supposed to see your wife's guts". I still watched Jett pop his head out though. I like that little sight. I saw it with Beck too. Babies coming into the world is not something you see that often. I don't like to miss much of it even if I do see some guts in the process. It was awesome. He even had a knot in his chord. Not a tight knot, but it was a real knot where he had created a loop in the chord at some stage in the pregnancy and then swam through it. Pretty wild. It looked like a big baked pretzel. He has lots of dark hair and bright pink skin. Eight pounds eleven ounces. Long feet, a skinny butt and HUGE....hands! Big barrel chest just like Becks only Jett looks more like Victoria than Beck does and he seems to be much more subdued, but that might just have been the day. Getting born is a big day no matter what car you drive to the show. Its just alot of getting pulled and yanked and rubbed and weighed. They give you a shot and stick things in your mouth and nose. They put jelly in your eyes and paint your belly button black and you get your feet stamped and then they wrap you up really tight and pass you around alot to alot of different people. It takes a couple of days to figure out who your real folks are. He seems happy to be here though. He likes to eat and he sleeps alot as long as the sun is out. Beck came with grandparents yesterday in the afternoon to meet his little man. He kissed his head when we said "kiss" and rubbed his hair when we said "rub rub" and then when we said "pat, pat" he gave him a pretty whack on the top of the head. Brothers.