Saturday, July 31, 2010

Oh, the Things Kids Say…

The other day, Grayson and I went out to the school to see what first grade class Abby was going to be in. There was another woman there checking out the class lists too. She had somewhat of an odor surrounding her, like perhaps it had been a while since her last shower. Grayson said, quite loudly, “Momma, what’s that smell?” I tried to shush him, but since he did not get the answer he was looking for the first time he kept asking over and over and got louder and louder. Thank goodness, I’m still the only one that can understand half of what Grayson says…


After her first night of soccer camp ever…

Abby declared: “I know everything there is to know about soccer!”

My response: “Really?”

Abby: “Well, everything they taught us tonight”

Obviously, she needs no lessons in confidence.


While riding in the car, Grayson attempted a knock-knock joke…

Grayson: “Knock-knock, Momma”

Me: “Who’s there?”

Grayson: “Orange”

Me: “Orange who?”

Grayson: “Knock-knock” -- Okay, this is not going well...

Me: “Who’s there?”

Grayson: “Banana”

Me: “Banana who?”

Grayson: “I thirsty, Momma”

All-righty then.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

A Boy and His Action Figures (don’t call them dolls)

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I love that Grayson asks me to tuck in Buzz and Woody every night.

I love that he has to situate them “just so” every night.

I love that he explains to me that Woody doesn’t sleep with his hat on.

I love that he tries to take off their shoes because they shouldn’t be in the bed with their shoes on.

I love that he asks to pray for Nana, Pop, Grandmother and the playroom every night.

I love that he asks me to “cover you up” at least 5 times every night before it’s just right and I can turn out the light.

I love that I have a picture to remind me of these nights since there will come a time when he no longer needs me to tuck him in or wants me to kiss him good night 15 times before I leave the room.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

You Can’t Judge a Book by Its Cover…or the Contents by the Box

Last week, our UPS man brought me these boxes…

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And in those two boxes were these…

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Waste much?

And for the person who will inevitably ask why anyone would order just 2 pens, let me explain. A few weeks ago, I won this awesome giveaway over at Alabama Bloggers for a $60 gift certificate to CSN Stores. If you’ve never checked them out, you should. Just about anything you can think of that you want to buy online, they have. And lots of free super fast shipping. I decided to use my gift certificate to buy Grayson’s birthday present…this Little Tikes basketball goal.


However, it was only $28, and I had to use the whole $60 at once. So, being that I do heart my label maker, labels were an obvious choice. But I still had a few dollars left, hence the two pens. My frugal self is happy to say I paid $1.16 out of pocket for the basketball goal, labels and pens. Because of that, I am more than willing to overlook the massive boxes and itty-bitty contents.

And by the way, while I did get the gift certificate for free through Alabama Bloggers, CSN has no idea who I am and did not ask me to tell you about their store and really big boxes. I did that all on my own.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Weekend in Review

Well, I am officially a soccer mom. Abby started her soccer season this past week with a mini-soccer camp. And Burge began his career as a soccer coach. It’s a new era in the Lane house!

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Here’s my sassy girl, ready for her first night of soccer.

While Burge and Abby learned the ins and outs of the game of soccer, I was planning our new MOPS year with my fellow MOPS moms. There was a little eating, a little more talking and a lot of planning that went on. I think it’s going to be a good year!

Saturday was mine and Burge’s 11th wedding anniversary. So, we did what any couple that’s been married 11 years and have two kids would do, we took the kids with us and went to eat at Wingstop. Then we followed it up with Dairy Queen. I honestly could not have asked for anything better.

Before we took off Saturday afternoon for the big city of Fort Payne, we made a quick stop by the Peddler’s Market, a local antique store. I knew the time was coming that Abby would need a desk in her room to do homework and whatever else it is that 6 year old girls do. I also knew from looking at prices on the internet that I would not be purchasing a new desk. I cannot believe the prices of furniture today. Furniture that is not even real wood! So anyway, Burge and I had discussed it and decided we would keep an eye on Craiglist and check out yard sales for a real wood desk that we could refurbish, if needed. Then last week, I saw a picture of a desk on Facebook at the Peddler’s Market that fit the bill perfectly. So Saturday, after a bit of inspecting and negotiating, this little beauty came home with us…

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A diamond in the rough, she is… While I certainly have nothing against avocado green, this will be stripped and painted white to match the rest of Abby’s furniture. You know, once the temperature dips below 90 degrees. 100+ degree weather is not really conducive to painting. At least, not in my world.

Sunday, we had nursery duty in Grayson’s class. In case you were wondering, spending an hour in a small, confined space with ten 2 & 3 year olds will make you question your sanity. So, we came home, took a few Valium and now we’re ready to start a new week!

Friday, July 23, 2010

Dream a Little Dream

Earlier this week a Facebook status sparked an on-line discussion about recurring dreams. There’s a couple that I have just about every other week, and they both have to do with school. I’m quite sure that there’s some deep-seated meaning to these, I just don’t know what it is.

In the first one, I’m in high school, and I can’t remember the combination to my locker. So since I can’t get into my locker to get my books out, I’m late for class. Let me set this up properly. Back when I was in high school (way, way back then, before everyone had cell phones and laptops and when acid-washed, tight-rolled jeans were cool), we had two types of lockers: big lockers and little lockers. A big one would be prime real estate, like the penthouse apartment of lockers, while the little one would be like a studio apartment in the ‘hood. A big locker was tall, had hooks to hang your coat, backpack & purse (what exactly did I have to carry around that I needed a purse for at 14 years old? Another of life’s mysteries…) and a shelf for your books. A little locker might have room for your books. Maybe. But certainly not room for a Trapper Keeper. You could just forget that. Anyway, in my dream, I have a little locker that is on the very top. So, on top of not being able to remember the combination to get it open, I can barely even reach the locker. I am not lying when I say that I have broken out into a sweat while I’m typing this. That’s how disturbing this dream is for me.

The second one involves college. It’s finals week and I discover that I have a final for a class that I have never been to and didn’t know I was enrolled in. I don’t have the book for the class, so I can’t study, even if I had any clue what the class was about. A variation on this dream is that I know I’m enrolled in the class, but we’ve still never had class or a test, and the final will count as the entire grade for the class.

Unresolved issues regarding educational institutions, you think?

Now, keep in mind I have been out of high school for 15 years and college for over 10. Should I not have gotten past this stuff by now? Will I be 80 and still dealing with not being able to get my locker open? Oh the horrors!

So, what say you? Any recurring dreams? Discuss among yourselves…

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Sign of the Times

I did not play video games when I was two. I’m fairly certain I did not know what a video game was when I was two. Had video games even been invented when I was two? The times, they are a-changin’… Or more like, they’ve already changed.

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Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Because I Like a List

A few thoughts on the Bachelorette in list format, because who doesn’t like a list…

  1. This has been the best Bachelorette ever in my humble opinion. So. Much. Drama. Chris Harrison ain’t lying when he says its the most dramatic rose ceremony ever.
  2. Could someone please school contestants on proper pronoun usage? For the past few years, I have heard “her and I” and “him and I” more than I can count. It’s “she and I”, people! For the love of all that’s good, it’s “SHE AND I”! Alabama even wrote a song about it!
  3. Why does a messy break-up make such riveting television? First, Jake and Vienna and now, Frank and Ali. It’s like a train wreck. No, scratch that. It IS a train wreck.
  4. Speaking of Frank (and I’m sure there are plenty of people speaking of Frank today), at what point exactly did he realize he was in love with Nicole? One of the numerous times he was making out with Ali? I realize there was probably a lot of editing done, but still…he had to wait until the final three? Really?
  5. Does anyone think if Chris L. doesn’t walk away with the final rose he’s going to have to enter the witness protection program to get away from the hoards of single women who will be after him?
  6. Ali’s hair has bothered me all season. There has been some abuse with the use of bobby pins. Yep, I’m calling excessive bobby pin use!
  7. I thought it would have been perfect when Ali was crying over Frank if Kasey had made a guest appearance and sang an off-key, two-note song about how he would guard and protect her heart. That would’ve made her feel better, don’t you think? Then they could have gone and gotten tattoos together. Perfection.
  8. I think Roberto has a perspiration issue. He was sweating in every scene last night. And not just a little, it was rolling off his face like Niagara Falls. Yes, I know they were in Tahiti, but I didn’t notice Chris sweating buckets.
  9. I’m thinking “The Men Tell All” and the finale will be somewhat of a letdown after all the drama this season, but the “After the Final Rose” oughta be a doozy.
  10. I should be so ashamed that I analyze a reality TV dating show like I do, but alas, I am not.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Weekend in Review

We had a pretty laid back weekend compared to what we’ve had the past few weeks. Saturday was errand day. Burge had to go line the soccer field (that’s a whole ‘nother post about how he went from assistant coach to head soccer coach in one fell swoop), so the kids went to Centre with me. It could have been a recipe for disaster. However, it went remarkably well. Only one meltdown in one store. And I do apologize to the gentleman who had to watch me “discipline” my child in the middle of CVS. I honestly would have taken him outside to administer said discipline, but since the bone of contention was his disdain for riding in the buggy, I felt like taking him out of the buggy would have almost been a win for him and well, I just couldn’t let that happen.

Anyway, we went to Wal-Mart after CVS, and apparently the discipline worked because Grayson had no issues with the buggy there. We picked up Abby’s school supply list and filled most of it on the spot. Two small tangents here. First, kudos once again to the marketing people of Wal-Mart. How clever is it to have all the supply lists for all the schools mere feet away from the 50 cent packs of #2 pencils and 25 cent glue sticks? Sheer genius. Also, here’s a shout-out of thanks to the 1st grade teachers at Abby’s school for the short school supply list. I think it’s pretty smart that you load up the kindergarteners with the 2 page lists because they don’t know any better, so then when they hit first grade and the list is about 1/3 of the kindergarten list, they feel immense thanks. And relief. So, we filled most of her list while we were at Wal-Mart. However, there’s always that one elusive item on the list that is unattainable. I thought it was going to be the First Grade Creative Writing Journal. The list was awfully specific and even gave stores where it was carried. That, in my vast 2 years of school supply buying experience is the kiss of death. But no, instead it was the 32 pack of crayons. Does such a thing exist? I found 8 packs, 24 packs and 48 packs, but no 32 packs. We went with the 48 pack and called it a day.

Sunday, we went to church, and then I headed to K-Mart to peruse the clearance toys which are an extra 50% off this week. I hit this sale last year and managed to buy most of the kids’ Christmas and birthday presents in July. This year I not only managed to fill our Christmas and birthday lists for the kids (for the most part…Santa still has to do his thing), but also the lists of most of my family members. It was a well spent afternoon, to say the least. Plus, they gave me a free diet coke. I don’t know what was up with that, but I never look a gift diet coke in the mouth.

And so, another weekend is in the books and another week begins. The summer is winding down…

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Friday Fun

Chalk another one up for the “Lane Family Summer of FUN”! Mark another one off the list! Friday, Burge took off work and we took the kids to Huntsville to the U.S. Space and Rocket Center.

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I’m ashamed to say I have been a resident of Alabama all 33 years of my life and I have never been there. No, we never took a field trip there. Apparently, our class was super bad, because I don’t recall getting to take the really cool field trips. Or maybe my definition of cool field trips has changed over the years.

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Anyway, it was my first visit. And no, we didn’t see the Star Wars exhibit. We could get in free to the museum with our Gadsden Center for Cultural Arts membership. We’re cheap. ‘Nuff said.

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We did get lost inside the center trying to find the museum. There were a bunch of buildings! And the map was difficult to understand! Granted, any map is hard for me to understand. If Burge and I are ever on the Amazing Race, I would have to be the driver and he would have to be the map reader, because I can’t read a map to save my life. But then I would have to learn to drive a stick shift too because there’s always one leg of the race where they have to drive a stick. But that’s neither here nor there…

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We did eventually find the museum. Look how tiny Abby looks in the space shuttle seat!

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Grayson, of course, associated everything about space with Buzz Lightyear. We heard, “To infinity, and beyond!” more than once. Yes, he is getting out of one of those supermarket rides. And yes, that was one of his favorite things. We could’ve saved ourselves a trip to Huntsville and just carried him to the Piggly Wiggly.

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Here is Burge and the kids standing under something really big. I could make up a name of what it is to make it sound like I know what I’m talking about, but we’ll just leave it at “something really big”.

After we left the Space and Rocket Center, we surprised the kids with lunch at Chuck E. Cheese. Two trips to the Cheese in a week! Can you handle the fun?? We have totally made up the points we lost with the absentee ducks and lack of cow milking. We are riding high on the Chuck E. Cheese wave right now!

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(Please note how Abby is clutching her “prizes” that she bought with her tickets at Chuck E. Cheese. A plastic top and lip gloss…that only cost $15. A piece.) We achieved good naps! Success!

Friday, July 16, 2010

My Favorite Thing About Summer

There are many things I love about summer… sleeping late, longer days with more daylight, swimming, all the fresh fruit, watching the kids play outside. But there is one thing that I love more than any other. It is my absolute favorite thing about summer. Here it is…

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FRESH FRIED OKRA! I could eat my weight in it! As a matter of fact, I think I ate about half this plate for supper last night. It was so good! And we grew it ourselves (I use the term “we” very loosely, but I did cook it)!

Thursday, July 15, 2010

An Afternoon of Non-Fun

Have you ever heard the expression, “That was about as much fun as a root canal”? Well, I am going to shatter that myth today. I can almost guarantee that whatever they are comparing to a root canal is most certainly more fun than a root canal. On a scale of 1 to 10 in fun-ness, a root canal falls somewhere around a –347. If you were to make a list of all things in order of fun, it would be right above running over your own dog. In other words, it’s not fun. At all.

Ask me how I know. You remember that toothache that had been bothering me? That led to a trip to the dentist on Monday, which led to a root canal yesterday, which will lead to yet another trip to the dentist in a few weeks for a crown. See? The lack of fun just never stops! And guess what else? I got to PAY for all this non-fun! As a matter of fact, I’m betting I’ll be paying for this un-fun for several months. It’s truly the gift that keeps on giving.

I was pretty anxious about the whole procedure. I don’t really have a fear of the dentist, but I don’t particularly enjoy having other people’s hands in my mouth (there’s some more non-fun!). So, I was a little nervous going in. Then, as I was filling out my paperwork, I noticed they had the radio tuned to a Christian talk radio station. I am in no way, shape or form dogging Christian talk radio. But, talk radio in general is pretty much never my choice of entertainment (more non-fun! You get to listen to someone talk while other people have their hands in your mouth!). This particular talk radio program was featuring a man talking about when things don’t go as planned. I can certainly relate to that, after all, there I sit about to have a root canal. Not part of my plan. But then, he mentions how his wife has had 2 oral procedures done in the last 2 months and neither of them worked. What?? Did I really need to hear that? I’m already anxious, sitting here about to have an oral procedure done, and you’re telling me that it’s possible that it could not work? I could have it twice and it still not work? Oh, the irony.

After 4 shots to deaden my mouth to work on one tooth (which, by the way, I greatly appreciated. By all means, make sure that I can’t feel whatever you are doing with all those instruments you are being sure to keep out of my line of sight.), they started the procedure. A few minutes in, the hygienist tells me that if I need her to suction my mouth to raise my hand. Then the dentist chimes in, “Don’t wait until you’re about to drown.” This was humorous because they had just given me 4 shots in the mouth! You could have been stabbing me with an ice pick and I wouldn’t have known it. How exactly was I supposed to know if I was overflowing with drool?

Anyway, the whole thing took about 45 minutes, and I left the office with a lighter wallet and a completely numb right side of my face. So what did I do next? Well, I was in Gadsden, so of course I went to Aldi. Honestly, I figured that a little facial paralysis wouldn’t make me stand out too much from the normal crowd at Aldi. Heck, I could have drool running down the side of my face and I wouldn’t draw much extra attention there. At least I got to go without any kids.

Basically I could’ve summed up this long, rambling tale with one short equation… Root canal = No fun. So there you go.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Where a Kid Can Be a Kid and Not Break Anything

Yesterday, the kids and I made the long trip to Birmingham to visit with my aunt. It had been a long time since I had been to her house, and the kids had never been. It has also been a long time since my aunt has had little kids in her house. Or I should say, little kids like mine. She has her granddaughter there all the time. But one 2 year old little girl is no match for a 2 year old rambunctious Grayson and a not-so-graceful 6 year old Abby. She has a lot of breakable things. A lot. And they are all significant in some way, like her great-great-great-great grandmother brought them over on the Mayflower or something.

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Abby read to cousin Callie.

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Grayson rode Callie’s rocking horse dangerously close to the before mentioned breakables.

And then I tried to get a picture of all three cousins together. You can imagine how well that went.

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Attempt #1…Gray is the only one looking at the camera…

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Attempt #2…Grayson is still smiling, but no longer looking at the camera. Abby is looking at the camera but has her hand in her mouth, and Callie is looking at her feet. Let’s try this one more time…

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Attempt #3… Third time is definitely not a charm. Oh well, sometimes you just have to take what you can get.

After all the fun with the breakables and picture taking, it was time to eat lunch. We took the kids to eat where a kid can be a kid. Yes, we braved the Chuck E. Cheese. With 3 kids and only 2 adults. Zone defense, baby.

Neither of my kids had ever been to the Cheese, so they really had no idea what to expect. To say they were immediately taken in and slightly overwhelmed would be an understatement.

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This was Grayson’s expression the entire time we ate our pizza. I’m not sure he blinked at all. There was just too much to take in.

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This is Abby sulking because she couldn’t go play before we ate. I’m such a mean momma.

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Grayson made a new friend. This is where most of his tokens went. He liked riding the train with Barney. I also discovered that he has a talent for knocking down rubber ducks with a mechanical arm. I’m not really sure how that will translate into real life, but I’m working on it.

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Abby spread her tokens around pretty evenly. She really liked this Kentucky Derby game, and girlfriend can rock it on Whack-A-Mole. She’s got mad skills.

We had a really awesome time visiting with family, and Chuck E. Cheese wore the kids out so much that they slept the entire way home. That is really my one goal for the summer: wear them out so they will take a nap every single day. So far, so good.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Weekend in Review

This weekend was full of fun and memories. It started with my 15 year class reunion Friday night. Two Friday date nights in a row! I don’t know if that has ever happened, at least not since we had kids. It was just an informal get-together at a local restaurant, Top o’ the River. And you know, there are three Top o’ the Rivers in three different counties and I don’t think any of them are actually at the top of the river. Heck, one of them is not even on the water, so it’s highly doubtful it’s at the top of the river. Just a little something to think about.

Anyway, a good time was had by all…


Here we are, about half of the Sand Rock class of ‘95. Not too shabby for a bunch of thirty-somethings. Oh, the memories… If only we had busted out singing Mariah Carey’s Hero, it would have been just like our graduation all over again. Because, there’s a hero, if you look inside your heart. You don’t have to be afraid of what you are. Words to live by…

Burge and I had to leave early because I am the only 33 year old with a curfew. That’s what happens when your babysitters are your parents and they go to bed at 10:00. But they’re cheap, as in FREE, so we try not to complain.

On Saturday, we went to a birthday party. A birthday party that Grayson has been waiting on with bated breath. Seriously, it might have been the highlight of his albeit short life. It was a Cars-themed party at a park. With slides. Lightning McQueen, slides and cake all together in one place. What more could a two year old boy ask for? Throw in the fact that he got to bring home stickers and Cars crayons (or “cray-crons” as Grayson says it) and he was in heaven!

Sunday was an awesome day! Abby was baptized at our church during the morning service. By my dad, no less. Special doesn’t even begin to describe it. Here it is…

Then, Sunday afternoon, I went to a clothes swap. Brilliant idea, I must say. You send clothes that you don’t want or can’t wear anymore, and you take home clothes that fit and you do like. It’s a win-win!

So there you have it. Lots of fun and memories. And don’t forget, when you feel like hope is gone, look inside you and be strong. And you’ll finally see the truth, that a hero lies in you. Yes, you.

The Ducks that Weren’t

As I type this, I’m dealing with a toothache that I’ve had off and on for over a week. So, I cannot be held liable for anything that may sound off the wall…it’s the Tylenol and Advil PM talking.

I’ve had a running list of “Fun Things to Do in the Summer” that we’ve been working our way through with the kids this summer. I’m glad to say we’ve marked a lot of them off. I’m sad to say some of them have not been as fun as I had hoped. For instance, the trip to the dairy farm was a hit (Hello! There was ice cream involved!), but Abby was extremely disappointed that we weren’t there at the right time to actually see the cows be milked. There were tears shed. She wanted to turn around and go back. Must. See. Cows. Milked.

This past Monday was another of the misses, unfortunately. First of all, it’s a miss because I have zero pictures. I left my camera at home. Quite honestly, you’re not missing much. Anyway, Burge was off work, and we decided to take the kids swimming. It really was a perfect day for it, but for some reason, the kids just weren’t feeling the swimming. There was a lot of sitting on the edge and complaining. So Burge suggested we tackle another thing on my list, taking the kids to Cave Spring to see the ducks.

Here’s where things started to go awry. I should have learned this lesson with the cow milking. Just like we should have said, “Let’s go get some ice cream!” and then if they happened to be milking cows when we got there, score! Bonus points for the parents! We should have said, “Let’s go to the park!” and then if there were ducks there, bonus points for the parents! Alas, that’s not the way if happened. We said, “Let’s go to the park and maybe see some ducks!” They heard, “Park, ducks”. Period. No maybe. So when we got there, and there were no less than 248 people running around in that little creek and there was not one single duck to be seen, it was minus 1 million points on the “Good Parent Scale”. Apparently, ducks aren’t fond of 248 people invading their turf. And apparently, kids aren’t fond of parents promising to show them some ducks and then not being able to produce some ducks. There were more tears. Must. See. Ducks. Never mind that you can see ducks less than a quarter mile up the road from our house. Those are not Cave Spring ducks.

Needless to say, that is most likely not a trip we will be making again anytime soon. It is marked off the “Fun Things to Do in the Summer” list. Permanently. Also, we will most likely not be promising any cow milking or duck seeing again anytime soon. I have learned that lesson and learned it well.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Phone Pic Confessional

I was going through some of the pictures on my phone the other day. I’m sure there’s a lot you can tell about a person by the pictures that are saved on their phone. Some I found were humorous ones. And some, if someone were to find my phone and look at the pictures, would lead them to think I was insane.

First the sane ones… And please excuse the poor quality. My phone is strictly a phone, not one of the fancy-schmancy ones, so it doesn’t take really great pictures.


Here’s Abby with her new Bible, the one with the songbook in it.


And Grayson with the crazy hair. Not a morning person, that Grayson.


Abby is showing off her sassy new summer ‘do…


And Grayson enjoying a Honeymoon Bakery cupcake…

And now the insane ones…


I was so disturbed by this new fad in diapers that I had to take a picture of it, lest anyone not believe me when I told them about it. Note on the ad that there is a limit of 3 on them. Hope you got yours before they ran out.


Key lime cupcakes, AKA my ode to Shrek. They sure tasted good though. Yum, I wish I had one right now!


The eye cover from my stove, after I used it to fan all the smoke out of the kitchen. That is about the 5th set of eye covers I’ve gone through in the 9 years that we’ve lived here. And all 9 years, we’ve had the same stove. For some reason, I just cannot remember which knob goes to which eye. Some days, I just shouldn’t be allowed in the kitchen. But please note how clean my sink is…I think it stayed that way for another 5.2 seconds.

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This is some of Grayson’s handiwork. He brought the rocks home from church. The ladybugs are Abby’s hairclips. He likes to line things up. Is it wrong that I feel sorry for the lone blue ladybug that has no rock?

So there you go…a glimpse into the inner sanctuary of my phone. What do the pictures on your phone say about you?

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Long Overdue Weekend in Review…and Long too!

Why yes, I am aware that it’s Wednesday. And I’m just now writing about our weekend. But it was a double holiday weekend at our house (4th of July and my birthday) so we had a lot going on.

Friday night, we got the unexpected surprise of a date night! My mom offered to take both kids to her church’s VBS (Abby had gone all week), and as you know, we can’t get enough VBS in our house, so I happily accepted. We went to eat Mexican, where I spent the entire meal watching a wasp on the window across from our table. I had to know where it was at all times, lest it decide the window at our table was more appealing. Nothing can suck the romance out of a date night like a wasp sting.

Speaking of sucking the romance out of date night, after we ate, we went to Fred’s for dog food and CVS for diapers. Doesn’t that just scream romance? And coolness? ‘Cause we’re nothing if not romantic and cool. We finished up the evening at a book signing for a new local author. His name is Christopher St. Clair and this is his book…


You can read more about it (and support a local Alabama author by buying it) here. More on the book later…

Saturday morning, I went shopping for my birthday present (more on that later too), and then we headed out to a birthday party for one of Abby’s best friends. For the past several years, I’ve spent my birthday (or close to it) celebrating Abby’s bestie’s birthday. But that’s all right because there’s always really good cake involved. Really good cake makes almost everything okay…file that away for future reference.

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This was Grayson’s first trip down a Slip ‘n Slide.

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It might have also been his last. He liked the sliding part, but not so much the slipping part. Or the water in the face part.

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There’s Abby and the birthday girl enjoying some liquid refreshment in the “hot tub”.

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We left with two water guns as party favors…and really, “water gun” is not an adequate description. It’s more like a water bazooka. And I think they made it less than 12 hours in our house before they were taken away.

On Sunday, my actual birthday, we went to church for our patriotic musical and then home to do some grilling. Burge cooked burgers and hot dogs, while I made a fresh blueberry cobbler and homemade ice cream in lieu of birthday cake. It was a little slice of heaven, if I did make it myself. The kids had brought in a small birthday cake Friday night that they picked out with Nana’s help from the Wally World bakery. They opted for that over the fresh, from scratch cobbler (whose kids are those??), but they were all over the ice cream.

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Because homemade vanilla ice cream…

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It ain’t nothing but good.

The weekend continued on through Monday (gotta love sharing a birthday with a holiday…the party just keeps on going!), but since this is already one of the longest posts I’ve ever written, I’ll save it for another day. Happy Wednesday, y’all!

Monday, July 5, 2010

Fun in the Overcastness

I had planned to take the kids swimming on Friday, but when we got up Friday morning, it was overcast and hold onto your hats, pleasant outside. Not the scorching heat we’ve been experiencing at 8:00 in the morning. So, we (and by we, I mean I) decided we would stay home and play outside.

I took the opportunity to check out how our garden was looking. And it is looking pretty good, I must say.July2010 005

Here’s one of our tomato plants. Look at all those tomatoes! Now if they would just turn red….

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And these are peas. I don’t believe we are going to be hurting for peas this year. Nothing really exciting was going on with the okra, green beans or corn yet, so no pictures of them.

The kids ran and played, which of course I was all about because that means they’ll take a good nap!

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Just a-swingin’… Please, somebody give that girl some sunglasses so she doesn’t squint in every single picture that’s taken of her.

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And a-slidin’… Grayson’s most favorite thing on any playground is the slide.

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Sweet boy (most of the time), who desperately needs a haircut…

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Sweet girl, who desperately needs her hair brushed. And our sweet cat, who desperately needs to be fixed. Anyone want to come try to get her in the carrier and take her to the vet for us? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

It stayed overcast and cool(er…it’s all relative in July) most of the day. Nice, considering that the forecast for next week shows the humidity will be back up to 650%. I’m glad that we were able to enjoy it while it lasted…

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Grocery Shopping Drama

I have been a mother of two for over 2 years now. I’d like to think that I’ve grown as a parent in those two years. I’d like to think I’ve gotten more organized out of necessity, because shuffling two kids around definitely requires a certain amount of organization. I can get places on time with both kids by myself, mostly. But there is still one thing that alludes me as a mother of two… the swift and efficient trip to the grocery store.

I’m not talking about the quick run for milk and bread. I mean, the full page list, haven’t been to the store in a while, pantry is empty kind of trip. With both kids. By myself. I got spoiled during the school year, because Grayson and I would go while Abby was in school. I have mastered the art of the grocery store with just one child. Alas, summer hit and I’m back to lugging two kids with me.

Abby and Grayson are both really good kids, but like all other kids, they do have their moments. And their moments seem to always occur when we’re in public and there’s usually someone I know watching. The grocery store is a prime location for this. I try to alleviate the situation with bribery, usually in the form of Pez. A roll of Pez will buy me about 5 minutes of concentration, or one aisle in Aldi. The Pez works great for Grayson because he is confined to the buggy, so all I really need from him is to not scream and yell.

For Abby, though, the Pez can be a bigger distraction. Abby tends to be in her own little world most of the time, which means she wanders. She has a hard time paying attention to where she is in the store in relation to where I am in the store because of the little storyline she has playing out in her head. Add trying to get the Pez out of the dispenser, and it’s almost a lost cause. So, I wind up telling her to stay with me an average of 679 times each trip.

And then there’s the bottom-less pit that is Grayson. Once he has exhausted my Pez supply, he starts rummaging through the buggy to see what he can get open. Incidentally, those little plastic baskets produce comes in are not child-proof.

In case you’re wondering, it’s a wee bit difficult to look at a grocery list, find the items on said list and actually get them in the buggy and to the check-out while trying to make sure I haven’t lost a 6 year old and the two year old hasn’t eaten all the grapes before we pay for them. And let’s not forget, we do the majority of our shopping at Aldi, so I have to bag all the groceries too. And then I have to take that shopping cart all the way back to the store to retrieve my quarter after loading all the bags in the car.

By the time we get back home, a nap is in order. The kids could use one too, I’m sure. Only one month (or 2 Aldi trips) until school starts back…

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Out of the Mouths of Babes

Abby is perhaps the most observant child on the planet. There is rarely a time we go anywhere that she doesn’t find some kind of money on the ground that someone has dropped. Or maybe she just spends a lot of time looking at the ground. Anyway, this observant nature also translates to people watching. The other day, after eating at Cracker Barrel, she said, “Mom, there was a man sitting at a table and he had a gold tooth. A gold tooth, Mom! But, I didn’t point to him because that would’ve been rude.” Thank goodness for small miracles…

She has been all about reading her Bible lately, and she came to me the other day and said, “Mom, did you know there’s a songbook in my Bible?” She had just gotten a new Bible…one of these new-fangled kids’ study Bibles, so I really didn’t doubt that there might be a songbook somewhere in there. Until she said, “It’s called the Song of Songs.” I explained that was actually a book of the Bible and she might want to hold off on reading that one for a while.

Grayson was holding up two fingers and saying, “Two! Grayson is two!” Then he held up his middle finger and said “One!” I laughed before I could stop myself, so now he thinks that’s the funniest thing in the world.

Abby’s is slightly obsessed with the show Wipeout. She ran in the room the other day and said, “Wipeout comes on Tuesday at 8, 7 Central!” So, she’s prepared to watch it in either the Eastern or Central time zone.