Tuesday, May 26, 2009


I grew up hating Sundays. It was uncomfortable packing my bags wanting to go home to Mom but not wanting Papa to feel bad that I was ready to leave...then going home to answer one million questions about how we spent our weekend.

I grew up believing that the Bible was literature, just another text book that I didn't want to read. Being in church was extremely uncomfortable. I avoided singing hymns and despised the smell of breath mints shadowing nicotine.

Now I look forward to Sundays. My little family is tucked pretty tight right here on "Daddy's day off." Church has become an old friend, one that I've been missing something terrible. Singing brings me closer to God and I love the little old ladies and their fancy hair pins. And as I learn more about the Bible it's beauty is astonishing. It is history, it is poetry, it is guidance, it is love.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Buzz Cut

No more bottles of milk and no more burping.

No more lullabies or rocking to sleep

No more pacifiers and no more Pull-ups

Rocks in pockets and milk mustaches

Skinned-up knees and chasing frogs

Baseball caps and bluejeans

Monday, May 18, 2009

A Hugh Sigh of Relief!

Emory's appointment today was long and scary but she's going to be just fine. Yea! Thank you for your well wishes and prayers!

The right side of her pulmonary artery does not flow as smoothly as the left side causing the murmur. She'll be checked again in 2011 but the doc says not to worry. Thanks be to God!!

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Dinner Cruise

Tonight we ate dinner on the river. I packed sandwiches and chips and drinks and we set sail. Dylan asked, "Can we do this again?" after his first bite of peanut butter and jelly. Emory smiled the entire time...bet her little chubby cheeks are tired.

Best part of it all (besides the family memories, of course) was I didn't have to clean up the kitchen. Whoo-hoo!

Little Emory is having a heart murmur checked out on Monday by a pediatric cardiologist. It's probably something she'll outgrow but her doc wants to make sure. Please keep her (and me, I've been waiting for this appointment for over a month:) in your thoughts and prayers.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Heavy Metal vs. Boy Bands

When they become tweens and argue over the better musician or who gets the bathroom first I will pull out this photo and remember they were once sweet.
Big Bro, you were right...GNR was way more rad than NKOTB...and I'm sorry my bangs were so high maintenance.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Professional Mother

Oh, crap! Something told me to shower this morning were my thoughts as Amanda Lamb approached me along side her camera man. She looked so very polished in a blue and white wrap dress and sassy heels while I had just spent the morning riding a carousel and kiddie train.

"Hi, I'm Amanda Lamb with WRAL. I'd like to ask you a few questions regarding a new law."

I just smiled and silently cursed myself for leaving the house looking like a ...mom.

"North Carolina is trying to pass not allowing children under the age of nine to be left unattended in a car, yadda yadda yadda," she said.

O.k., she didn't really say yadda yadda yadda but she did go into detail about the law while I tried to remember if I had recently left my precious pumpkins strapped in their car seats while running errands. What if they had me on camera? What if this was one of those 'caught you on tape' shows and an example was to be made of me?

I haven't run errands in over a week, this isn't a set-up. "Um, sure."

Watching it later on the six o'clock news with my family was fun. There I was, speaking coherently with my name in block letters at the bottom of the screen. Under my name was my title. Mother. Naturally, little Emory stole the show and thankfully took the attention away from my Crocs and long, baggy shorts.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

All Swing Set Play is Cancelled!

Our 2nd annual neighborhood BBQ started off friendly and fun. The chicken fell off the bone and was worthy of finger licking. Cheesy potatoes, green beans, slaw, and a million desserts filled our tummies as we chatted with familiar faces.

My husband was to watch Dylan as I was bouncing Emory on my hip or pushing her in the stroller or walking her down the driveway (she is way too busy these days) and catching up with the other women. However, later in the evening Dylan runs to me with his Diego undies and khaki shorts in hand asking me to wipe him.

"Uh, what?"

"Wipe me, please, Mommy."

"Oh, no. Where's Daddy?"

Dylan had pooped in the neighbor's back yard. All swing set play was cancelled due to contamination. My husband was (once again) fired from his daddy duties...I'm not sure why I keep rehiring him...to his defense he does grill a mean hamburger and remembers all the words to Guns-N-Roses' Sweet Child O'Mine.

Anywho, Forest Cove Neighbors, I send you my deepest apologies for being the first to leave the party and more importantly, I'm sorry my son is um, channeling Kitty Rio (our cat).

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Coconut Macaroons

1 bag of shredded coconut
1 can of sweetened condensed milk
2 tsp. of vanilla extract

Stir ingredients together, spoon on cookie sheet, bake 8-10 minutes at 350 degrees.

Be very aware of the inability to stop at just one...or two...or four. O.K., I confess. I ate six. SIX!!! This happened prior to lunch. I thought maybe blogging about it would keep me from going back for a night time snack.