Having a baby in the house changes a lot of things.  One thing in particular, for our family at least, is everything is turned into a song.  My dad made up a song from pretty much the day that Trey came home called the "Buddy" song just for him and Trey.  It goes: "You're my buddy. He's my buddy.  We are buddy buddy buddy buddy buddies."  Grandpa almost always gets a smile from Trey when he sings it.

The other day I told Trey that he's a silly goose and before you know it, I made up a song about being a silly goose.  Even subjects like burps are not banned from having their own song.

Other differences:

I don't think I've heard my dad say the word "cute" so much in my life as I have in the past 3 months.

There are at least two cameras laying out in plain view at all times for any possibility of a picture taking moment.

Our family watches a lot less tv.  At the slightest giggle or squeal of Trey, everything is dropped.  Getting DirecTV/Tivo was a great thing.  We'd miss all of the shows we watch if we couldn't just pause them or record them.

Here's the little one responsible for all of this and who has a big enough hand to have four adults wrapped around his finger:

I had one of those "movie" moments Friday night.

My grandpa had moved his entertainment center and to move it he had to take out all his vidoes/DVDs.  They've been in boxes for months and he's never taken or, more likely, had the time to put them back.  He mentioned at Thanksgiving that he wants to get them back in there before Christmas comes around so I offered to come over and tackle the big job for him.  A random fact about me: I get in the mood to clean late at night.  So at 11pm the cleaning mood hit me and I walked over to my grandpa's and started cleaning.

It was around 1:30 am.  I had videos stacked all around me and I was at the point of quiting for the night when I looked up at the mantel and saw all the pictures he has up there.  There's one of him and my grandma on their wedding day that is beautiful, a single picture each of my mom, and her three sisters from at least 15 years ago, a picture frame that Candice and I got for my grandpa for Christmas with about 10 different sized pictures in it of Candice, my grandpa, and I together at different times in our lives, and in the middle of the mantel is one of those anniversary clocks that has a glass dome around it and rotating gold balls inside.  For some reason I just started crying.  That's when I thought, "I feel like I should be in a sad Hallmark movie."  I thought so even more when I realized the CD I was listening to was a bunch of piano meledies of old hymns.  All these memories were flooding back to me and I had so many questions.  I remember when I was younger walking to church hand-in-hand with my grandpa and then questioning how much longer I'd have to hear him preach.  Looking at my grandma's gorgeous picture on her wedding day and questioning why I didn't have longer to really get to know her.  Seeing my college graduation day picture brought on plenty more tears.  It made me realize I'm going to be 25 in about 18 days!  Why am I not satisfied in my career?  When will I have a mantel of my own to put pictures of my family on?  When will I have a family?  Where will this next year take me?

How stupid can people be?!!!  My sister is 9 months and 5 days pregnant and TWO people came up to me today at work and asked, "Are you the one that's pregnant?"  WHAT?????!!!!!!  In both situations I laughed at first cuz I thought, "Surely, they aren't serious" but then after realizing it was a serious question I said, "Do I look 9 months pregnant to you?"

The first lady said, "No, but I just wasn't sure which one of you was pregnant."  Later this same lady came up to me and said, "I hope I didn't insult you. Sorry if I did."  Now, what would make you think that I would be insulted?  Oh, is it the fact that you basically told me that you can't figure out if I'm pregnant or just have a belly? (By the way: for those of you who haven't seen me in awhile, I don't have a stomach that sticks out.  It's the flatest my stomach has ever been in my adult life.)

After asking the second lady, "Do I look 9 months pregnant?" she actually took a second (way too long) to think it over and say, "Wellll...noooo, I just didn't know."

I think what frustrates me the most is people have had these couple months to take the opportunity to actually figure out the differences between Candice and I because there is definitely one MAJOR difference, but they didn't.  ARRRGGGG!