Monday, September 29, 2008

Grayson's First Year

We've had a pretty uneventful past few weeks. Which has been such blessed relief! We are gearing up for Grayson big "numero uno"! It's hard to believe that it has been a whole year since Grayson made his big entrance ( and I do mean BIG...9 lbs 8 oz!). Here's a little stroll down memory lane, just to see how much babies really do change in 12 months time.
I'm not sure that Abby's still so excited to have a new brother...since he's not so new anymore.

One of the few times he ever took a pacifier. But, oh how we tried!

He does have hands, I promise!

Gotta love that face!
The mischievous look...

Our first picnic. Obviously it was good, since he is wearing as much as he ate.Ready to take on the world!

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Outlast lipstick

It's a bit odd that I follow up a post about how I've let myself go with one about a lipstick, but that's how I roll. So my works for me Wednesday tip is Cover Girl Outlast lipstick. This stuff rocks! Especially if you like to talk a lot (like me!) and you tend to eat off your lipstick in the process. This stays on forever, and it's not cakey because it comes with this nice little tube of chapstick-like stuff that you put on top of the lipstick.

It also works for me because I got to try it free at CVS! Indeed, buy-one, get-one free sale + buy-one, get-one free coupon=2 free lipsticks! Can't beat that!

Head on over to rocks in my dryer, for more great tips.

Bare Face and Feet

I am ruined, or "rurnt" in Southern speak (and yes, Burge and I did discuss how exactly one would spell that non-word). And it only took 5 short months of "stay at home" life. I am now more used to seeing myself without make-up than with. I will even leave the house without make-up these days, and I do, quite often. My daily wardrobe now is worthy of its own episode of What Not to Wear. Although, I have yet to sink to the cardinal sin of wearing pajama pants to Wal-Mart. Please, please stop me before me before I get to that point. I'm talking intervention, people.

And the kicker...I actually gave myself shin splints Sunday by wearing real shoes! Seriously, who knew barefeet and flip-flops would ruin your feet?

And now, Abby's Confucius thought for the day. "I'm looking at you, staring at nobody."

It's deep, folks. There's a lot going on in that 4 year old head of hers. We're contemplating starting a line of t-shirts and calling it Abbyisms. What do ya think?

Saturday, September 20, 2008


I realize that it might seem that Abby becomes fodder for this blog a lot, but I've gotta tell you, you don't even know the half of it. There are not enough hours in the day for me to write about all the funny things she does. And says. Mainly says. I shudder to think about what she will say to her teacher when she starts kindergarten next year.

Anyway on to today. I walked by her room this afternoon, and her door was closed. That is her new thing, playing in her room with the door closed. Heaven forbid Grayson make his way in there and mess with any of her precious stuff.

So, I walk by and notice she has spelled out something on her door. This is what it said...
I opened her door and asked her what her sign says. Her reply was, "It says,'If you want to be.'"
I said, "If you want to be?", thinking there had to be more to that statement. But, no. She said again, "It says, 'If you want to be.'"

Yeah. Mull that one over for a while.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

WFMW: Storing sheets

It's been awhile since I've had a Works-for-me Wednesday post, because I guess I've not had a lot that really "worked" for me lately. Hopefully, I've turned a corner.

Anyway, here's a little tip that works for me. When I wash sheets, I fold them up and put them in one of the pillowcases. Then I stack them in the linen closet. And it looks something like this...
(Yes, I know that I have 15 packages of Cleanteam wipes. But they were 14 cents after coupons. We'll use them all, eventually.) Anyway, they stack really easily like this, and I never have to hunt for a missing pillowcase. It works for me!

For more great tips, check out rocks in my dryer.

The Attention Span of a 4-year-old

Yesterday as Abby and I were doing preschool, our Bible story was about how God and Jesus were the same. I know, can you pick a more confusing concept to teach a four year old? Anyhoo, I was explaining how Jesus lived with God, and God let Him come to earth as a baby, and then He grew up and died on the cross and was resurrected 3 days later, and then He went back to live with God. Well, Abby was sitting at her little desk absorbing it all. She looked up at me and said, "Mommy, I'm glad God let Jesus come to earth for a little while."

My heart swelled with pride and tears sprung to my eyes as I thought to myself, "She gets it!" Certainly I have the smartest, most spiritually gifted preschooler in the world! My mind shot ahead as I pictured her as the next Kay Arthur or perhaps winning a Noble prize. She's brilliant to be able to grasp such a deep spiritual matter so quickly!

Then I heard her gasp. What profoundly deep thought would come from her mouth next? I looked at her with such pride. And she said, "Look, Mommy! A puppy!" as she stared out the window.

Yeah, moment over. Perhaps she's not as spiritually deep as I thought. Oh, well. There's always tomorrow.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Football Widow or Frenzied Fan...the choice is yours

This seems to be the perfect time of year for a post about football. Especially after we've spent the better part of the last 3 days watching it in the Lane house. Let me start by saying that I did not grow up in a football watching household. My dad worked most every Saturday while I was growing up, and while he likes to know who won and lost, he really could care less about watching the actual game. So I was not exposed to much college football in my formative years.

Living in Alabama my whole life, I, of course, had to choose a side. That is a requirement once you cross the state line. Now, I'm not talking about North versus South, or vegetarian versus carnivore. I'm talking Alabama versus Auburn. Mind you, I didn't attend either one of these fine institutions. That is not a requirement.

I attended a lesser known university in Alabama. One that is not known for it's football prowess. It really doesn't have much football prowess, actually. I'm not really sure any of my JSU's games are televised...or even attended, for that matter. This certainly did not help my lukewarm reception of college football.

So, imagine the shock to my system when I married one of the most frenzied college football fans there is. And he actually did attend Alabama, which just adds fuel to the fire. From September until January, you can bet on what he's doing on Saturdays. I had a choice to make: I could either rebuke the football phenomenon and become a "football widow" for half the year or I could embrace it. Without even fully realizing it, I have embraced it.

Over the past 9 years, I've gone from "couldn't really care less" to frenzied fan myself. Now, it was a gradual shift. I started out just wanting to know who won. Then, I would watch the first quarter, lose interest and go do something else, then come back for the final few minutes. Of only Alabama games. Then, I would watch the majority of an Alabama game. Now I watch all of every Alabama game and most of whatever other game might be on TV at the moment. Last night I stayed up way too late watching a game between teams I don't even like! I like to be up on all the latest Bama news now. I actually follow the top 25 rankings. Yes, I am a college football fan. Who would've thought it!