tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88380723720997822872024-03-13T14:34:31.063-07:00Tyler & Courtney in TexasTyler Faisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13173534364316460481noreply@blogger.comBlogger215125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838072372099782287.post-18668231313821145362015-12-30T14:12:00.001-08:002015-12-30T14:12:17.122-08:00It's the Holiday SeasonHow did this year come to a close so quickly?! The babes are growing like weeds. Miss Camille is growing more curls each day. Max keeps upping his shoe size every month and making his new pants look like capris. As with all holiday seasons, we have been busy making memories and having fellowship with friends / family. Below are some photos capturing our days in preparation for the BIG day.<br />
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<br />Courtney Faisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03597622752265516414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838072372099782287.post-36795798273596456632015-08-10T20:08:00.001-07:002015-08-10T20:08:28.911-07:00We've got a writerMax was up late one night this weekend with Tyler and I. He made reference to putting his name on his puzzle box so we said "you do it." Max paused then agreed when we said he could do it. We handed him a sharpie and made him do a trial run on a piece of paper. No tracing, just 100% left handed Max and this is what we got. I personally am thrilled. He had everything going against him ... Late night, sharpie (that we told him not to get on his skin, which freaked him out a bit), no lines on the paper, and he had to do it from memory. Such a proud mommy!<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uPh_74j1GxE/VclnK7jELAI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/azdhhHd6rRQ/s640/blogger-image--2049285218.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uPh_74j1GxE/VclnK7jELAI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/azdhhHd6rRQ/s640/blogger-image--2049285218.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Courtney Faisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03597622752265516414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838072372099782287.post-81958998837689791992015-08-07T12:34:00.001-07:002015-08-07T12:34:45.024-07:00Public Service Vehicle DayToday is Friday. In our neighborhood, that means it's one of Max's favorite days of the week. In the summer, it's splash day at school AND show and tell, which he absolutely loves. But even more than that, he loves the garbage man. For once, they came kinda early this time so Max got to see him across the street. I decided to stick around after I saw Max camped out on our utility box out front by the sidewalk. I asked him what he was doing and he said, "I'm waiting for the garbage man." Well, ok then. Let's wait for the garbage man, I decided. I went inside to get his camera and he got some stellar action shots. Just take a look for yourself!<br />
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And just when you thought that was enough, a Murphy Police Officer pulled over some lady on the road across the street from his school as I was getting Max out of his carseat. One beef I've had with Texan drivers is that when they get pulled over, they don't pull over all the time; especially on 4-lane roads with little traffic. They stop in the middle of the road, or at least in this instance in the left lane. Who does that?? Texans, that's who. So the nice police officer got on her built-in riot-grade megaphone to tell the car to pull over to the right side of the road. Naturally, the driver pulled into the pathway of the median like she was turning into his school, to which the officer again asked the driver to pull out of the road. And so the driver complied...by pulling into the main driveway of the daycare (it's like a one-way loop that you pull through). And again, the police officer requested "Ma'am, please pull all the way though. You are blocking all traffic." It was really quite comical. I could tell the officer was as confused as I as to why this driver had no idea what the hell they were doing. It's probably safe to assume that if they don't know how to park then they were probably guilty of whatever they were being pulled over for. Anywho, Max was on the sidewalk listing to the officer's megaphone instructions and I gave him his camera that was in my pocket still. He saw the police car pull up to us started taking pictures of the police car with its lights on at HIS school, as if she came to see him. The officer was very nice (to us) and was smiling and waving at Max as he took a few pictures (working in TV, I've learned you never say you're going to "shoot the officer" or "shoot the President"; it could get taken out of context very easily) of her pulling through the pre-school driveway. Needless to say, we had a very exciting morning before school.<br />
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Tyler Faisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13173534364316460481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838072372099782287.post-9542693858092020392015-06-27T19:36:00.001-07:002015-06-27T19:36:25.229-07:00Swim till you can't swim anymoreFirst swim of the summer in the books. It's been raining a lot this spring which kept pools closed and cold. It took us almost to the 4th of July to find our way to a pool. Max almost jumped back in as if he didn't miss a beat however he was a bit hesitant at first. We were so close to loosing the floaties last summer but with Tyler traveling I just couldn't throw him in without them just yet. 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We bought a tube for her dang her feet and float in ... not a fan. So we sat her in it ... that was better. 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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/bn_DugAaYMI" width="560"></iframe>Courtney Faisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03597622752265516414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838072372099782287.post-85104848079221243162015-05-20T05:49:00.001-07:002015-05-20T05:57:41.736-07:00Living LifeI'm sorry that we have not posted in a LONG time. We have been living life or surviving allergy / monsoon season (however you want to look at it). The kids keep growing up, and with each passing day loving each other more and more. Below are a few photos taken over the weekend:<br />
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Tyler Faisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13173534364316460481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838072372099782287.post-80023477348166172702015-04-15T13:49:00.001-07:002015-05-20T05:40:03.174-07:00the Easter companyThis Easter we had family visiting. Uncle Hayden and Aunt Salmon (Samantha) came for an extended weekend. Upon their arrival Friday afternoon, we took them to a community egg hunt (40,000 eggs just laying in the field) which gave them the opportunity to hear and see Max's obsession with them. As Max puts it ... "eggs are filled with all kinds of stuff like candy, toys, and stickers!" On Saturday, we had a blast riding the train, going to the zoo, and eating bbq at Pecan Lodge. Sunday was spent eating a ham dinner and sticking around the house since it was a rainy spring day. During the rain break in the evening, Aunt Salmon and Uncle Hayden went out back and hid some eggs for Maximus which was to his delight. <br />
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Courtney Faisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03597622752265516414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838072372099782287.post-27527886897071621442015-03-19T17:40:00.000-07:002015-03-19T17:42:15.599-07:00Maximus the WordsmithMax has reached a whole new world in his vocabulary. We've always been amazed at how he (and probably kids in general) just say phrases for the first time, like all the time. My favorite part about that is not only the new words he's learning, but how he uses them. What's more amusing is how he actually says them. Below are two of my favorites in his wheelhouse right now. Now if we can only get him to stop saying "booty"...<br />
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We got a membership to the Dallas Zoo from MiMi and PaPa (Tyler's parents) for Christmas and decided to put it to good use. The family sans me has already gone this year since I've been working out of town, but it was perfect weather so we couldn't resist. Here are some highlights, including how much Max has grown since his first visit.<br />
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Various species of monkeys were a highlight, as were the elephants. Mille seemed most interested with the penguins. She was eye level with those little guys. It was the perfect Valentine's Day trip. We are definitely looking forward to many more visits this year.<br />
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Tyler Faisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13173534364316460481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838072372099782287.post-21624947410832316732015-02-06T11:07:00.001-08:002015-02-06T12:29:36.838-08:00Playdate Fun!Maximus had a play date with his friend Maddy last weekend. It was rainy so the kiddos had to stay inside. Maddy was the perfect hostess from picking out the snacks of chocolate covered strawberries and mini chocolate cupcakes to selecting a gender neutral "arts and crafties" project (apparently she wanted to make jewelry initially).<br />
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As with all play dates, Max was super excited to play with someone else's toys. He took a particular liking to Maddy's Barbie RV. I have to admit it was super cool. Max just wanted to arrange it and set it all up when Maddy wanted to actually play Barbie.<br />
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The baby of the family is 9 months old! She is one handsy, curious, and vocal little girl that still has her brothers reservations at times. Camille can grab at items so quick that I basically put her in a bubble when we eat because if she gets a hand on it then it's officially bath time. The girl loves to eat but more importantly she loves to feel. She (like her brother) is very tactile.<br />
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Camille has been crawling for a good month now. She isn't into hyper speeds like her brother was when he was crawling. Primarily because she is trying to bypass learning how to crawl efficiently so she can walk. Camille loves to pull up onto something and side step. She isn't capable of letting go just yet due to her leg strength/balance but the girl tries daily. We also are dealing with some dry skin which is no fun when crawling on carpet. Little Mille has red knees all the way to the tops of her feet. Don't let the video below fool you on her walking skills. She was doing her curious walk with Aunt CayCay and since her brother was at school she could do it at leisure. When the whole family is home, Camille crawls to her walker, walks to her destination, then transfers to the object she wants to stand next to (or the person to which she wants to play with).<br />
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Lucky girl had her visit to the pediatrician with no shots this visit. She is on course developmentally and her lungs have recovered from a case of bronchiolitis she picked up after thanksgiving. </div>
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Courtney Faisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03597622752265516414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838072372099782287.post-70704590321274506492015-01-13T07:12:00.000-08:002015-01-13T07:12:03.010-08:00Saturday morning snugglesThere is one thing that was a must for me and my family and that was a king size bed. I have lots of fond memories of piling into my parents bed on Saturday mornings that I had this grand vision that it would be the same for me too. And it is!<br />
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I actually tuck Max into bed on Friday letting him know that we don't have school the next day and he gets to watch cartoons in bed with us in the morning. He generally giggles in excitement then starts demanding his breakfast choices (that kid has always loved breakfast). As a parent I now know why the kids come piling in as it is hard to wake up early on the weekends when your child wakes up at the crack of dawn. It gives mommy and daddy just a few more minutes of time before we have to set our feet on the floor moving. </div>
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These days it's not just Max who joins in the cartoon fun. Camille wants to be a part of the fun too.<br />
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Lucky for us Camille loves the same shows as her big brother (for the time being) but there is a fight over the actual iPad from time to time. </div>
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<br />Courtney Faisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03597622752265516414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838072372099782287.post-73332182358182167962014-12-26T09:13:00.001-08:002014-12-26T09:14:10.385-08:00Christmas Time with Willie the ElfWillie the Elf joined our family this Christmas to make sure Maximus and Camille were good little children.<br />
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It was pretty impressive to see how fast Max could find Willie each morning. Max requested that Willie go to visit Santa with him so that he could tell Santa how good he had been, I emphasized (again) that Willie goes each night to tell Santa but Max didn't believe me so he wanted to be there when Willie told Santa. Thats our kid making sure that the "truth" is being told to the big man in the North Pole. It was also a little sad when he wanted Willie to see how many toys he got this year for being good ... "I show Willie" ... and I had to explain that Willie had already gone to the North Pole to be with Santa. As much as I was excited and dreaded the Elf on the Shelf, it wasn't as hard as I thought to entertain a 3yr old and due to Max being so good at finding him I didn't lose too many minutes off my morning routine. I look forward to Willie returning next year. See you soon Willie as I am aware how fast a year can fly by. Here is a tribute to our little Elf ...<br />
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Courtney Faisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03597622752265516414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838072372099782287.post-18625013691277791362014-12-25T12:02:00.001-08:002014-12-25T12:04:00.060-08:00Jingle All The Way!Firstly, I just realized that this is our 200th post. Thanks for hanging in there with us. We love and miss all of our friends and family all over this crazy world. Hope to see you all very soon. Christmas time is here and we have been busy taking it all in. Max is at an age where he can truly appreciate what's happening around him, and that includes music. After having mastered classics like <i>Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star</i> and <i>Happy Birthday!</i> he has now moved on to Christmas tunes, with <i>Jingle Bells</i> being the most coherent. So coherent, in fact, that we had to share it with everyone. I wanted to be extra special for everyone to hear his magnificent voice, so I mic'd him up :-)<br />
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We also went to ride the Polar Express (unofficially the North Pole Express in Grapevine, TX) with some of our friends in town and their kids. Besides being excited with the obvious train obsession he has, this was also his chance to see the big man himself, Santa Claus. Max did great while Camille...well...didn't. I guess her Daddy is the only man with a beard deemed not scary in her life. That's ok though; they both still enjoyed the whole trip.<br />
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Tyler Faisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13173534364316460481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838072372099782287.post-67151623469255237552014-12-19T19:40:00.001-08:002014-12-19T19:40:36.276-08:00The Great Christmas Wreath ArtistMax has had quite the career as an amateur artist, particularly in the art form known as "painting." His gallery of masterpieces that adorn the walls of Faison Hall would put the Louvre to shame. Not to be outdone, Camille has taken to the arts to express her inner-Christmas spirit. I present what may possibly be her magnum opus, simply titled <i>Wreath</i>.<br />
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<br />Tyler Faisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13173534364316460481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838072372099782287.post-56660742134990296722014-12-11T22:08:00.000-08:002014-12-11T22:10:41.991-08:00Winter Is ComingOk, ok. I know it's been a while. For that I apologize. To make up for it, I bring you a few gifts in the form of adorable photos of Max & Camille. Aunt Caitlyn has been busy helping take care of Camille while I'm still working on the road. I should know because I get daily updates in the form of the latest cute pose that Camille has learned. Trust me, there are a lot of them! I've had some time here and there to be home, but it's never much and never enough. When I AM home, I try to make the most of it. Sometimes I keep Max out of school so we can hang out and go to the "ice cream store" (I hope Mommy isn't reading this ;-). Coming up on Christmas break will give me a month to be home (as the schedule currently stands), so hopefully I can play catch up as best I can.<br />
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Our Thanksgiving break consisted of traveling back to Alabama to see Courtney's family in the Birmingham area and then onward to the Iron Bowl (that was fun) in Tuscaloosa. We decided to take our camper out for it's first real weeklong journey. I gotta say, we all had a blast. It was rather cold weather most of the time, but a few tanks of propane, electric blanket and campfires kept us warm and we had plenty of room to run around with Max and Lucy.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We found some great BBQ in Mississippi on our way back home</td></tr>
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Thanksgiving was blast. It was awesome to see some family followed by an incredible Bama game. Always a good time. As soon as we got back though, I had to immediately hit the road for work again. However, the episode we are currently shooting is in College Station, TX and I had a chance to drive back home to see everyone on my off day. It was short lived, but I did manage to capture Mille's teeth that have come in. Just look between those gigantic cheeks!</div>
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Camille took a little bit of time to get convinced that solid food was what all the cool kids eat. She was not a fan of the rice cereal at first and her expression was priceless every time the spoon entered her mouth. I mixed it with breastmilk so it shouldn't have tasted so bad but Camille wasn't having it. And when Camille isn't having it, the whole neighborhood knows! That girl is opinionated and vocal (like her momma). We then introduced butternut squash, bananas, avocados, and peas to her list. Bananas are her favorite like her brother. And Max isn't too thrilled that another member in the house is depleting his banana stock. </div>
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Max: What?! That's Max food. I want a banana now! Why did Camille have to eat my banana?</div>
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Courtney Faisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03597622752265516414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838072372099782287.post-41911852287489143112014-10-06T12:34:00.000-07:002014-10-06T12:34:10.764-07:00Best big brother<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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There are no posing shots in our family. The love between Max and his Mille is real. Every morning Max wants to know where she is and if she is sleeping. If she is awake then you can add an additional 10 minutes to your morning routine as he has to do a little jig and repeat multiple times "good morning Millie" to make her smile which she does every time. He has asked to take her to show & tell, and wants to know why she can't go to school with him. Will he always be this infatuated with her ... lets hope so.<br />
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Let's start off with little bit who isn't quite little. Camille is breaking records at her 4 month appointment coming in a whole pound and inch larger than her brother at his 4 month appointment. That's my 90th percentile baby. I just think back to what my doctor said with Max. The percentile at this age is a representation of the mom's health if baby is breastfed. Camille is an eater but not as much as her brother so I know it's just good milk that does her body good and fills her thighs, cheeks, and belly with fat! </div>
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Courtney Faisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03597622752265516414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838072372099782287.post-27123467849106283802014-08-08T09:56:00.002-07:002014-08-11T08:49:23.782-07:00All hands on deckIt's official ... Caitlyn has arrived in Texas! We survived the time period between June 15 - Aug 1 which is when we leaned on friends and family to help care for Miss Camille until we awaited Caitlyn's arrival. Caitlyn, Tyler's sister, just graduated from college (Yay!) and made the move out west. Until she lands that dream gig, she will watch Cami for us.<br>
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My mom ("B") flew out for my first couple weeks back to work. </div>
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Then Tyler did the four day week of July 4th. </div>
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Nicole, Cami's godmother, came into town from Alabama for a week. </div>
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Lastly, my cousin Toni from New York flew in to finish off the remaining weeks. She was a trooper since she arrived in the early morning and we basically threw her a baby with post-it notes all over my house. </div>
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We are so blessed that people wanted to come out here and help in the transition. It was best for our family that our littlest one get that same love and devotion that Max got in his early months. All and all it was a parade of the best eats in Dallas. Pretty sure I gained 10 lbs but it was all worth it to spend time with all the people mentioned above. So thanks again and I'm sure Camille has changed significantly since you were here last; she seems to be growing at a rapid pace these days. </div>
Courtney Faisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03597622752265516414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838072372099782287.post-17110553750596498592014-07-28T14:36:00.001-07:002014-07-28T15:03:08.654-07:00WienermobileErrands with mommy aren't too bad when you get to see the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile up close and personal. We stopped by the grocer (2nd grocer of the day, to be exact) and there it was at the entrance. We didn't even make it all the way into the parking lot when Max began to squeal in excitement. I know he had zero clue what it was but he knew it looked like fun. My friend Kate reminded me that I've seen the Wienermobile a few times in my life, let's call that luck or maybe it just stalks me.<br />
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Max became a bit disappointed when he realized it was just a bonafide trophy vehicle for picture taking thus his face of excitement below. He perked up though when he got the infamous whistle. </div>
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They also gave us a sticker which I very lightly placed on his back without him knowing. It was great to see him surprised by people asking if he saw the Wienermobile. He was definitely a bit confused and gave the whole "how did you know" look when people asked. And his look could have easily been "are you referring to that weird car I couldn't touch at the grocery store?" </div>
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