Wednesday, July 28, 2010

An ode to our new carpet

Oh, precious brand new carpet, how I love you so.
We needed you so badly but didn't know where to go.

My baby girl is crawling now and we wanted something new.
We went out shopping with no high hopes and thankfully we found you!

Beautiful brand new carpet, you are so very clean.
You don't shed onto my babies clothes little particles that are green.

Our friendship with the old carpet has finally come to an end.
I'm so glad you haven't been tinkled on by our furry little friend.

The family before us who left the old rug were oh so very kind.
We knew we wanted a brand new carpet, but what we wanted we never could find.

Pretty brand new carpet, please don't worry yourself a bit.
No one will put their shoes on you, or I will have a fit!

Lovely brand new carpet, you give me so much joy.
I feel like it's Christmas morning and I got a brand new toy!

Some might think that I've gone nuts because I love you so.
But how hard we had to search for you they will never know.

Wonderful new carpet, you look so very neat.
I love the way you feel when I walk on you with bare feet.

Sweet, sweet brand new carpet, in this room you look so good!
I wouldn't lick you, carpet, but if I wanted to I could!

I can sit, lie or play on you without a worry or a care.
If I ever did that with the old green carpet it was very rare.

I hope you stick around for years and keep your nice, soft feel.
I can't believe we found you, carpet! Someone pinch me! Is this real?

Pretty brand new carpet, I hope you're here to stay.
Even if you get a little bit dirty I'll still love you anyway.

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Tuesday, July 27, 2010

road trippin'

Last Wednesday we made the trek up to Washington DC to see my cousin, her husband and little MK. Their beautiful faces have graced the blog before.

Despite the looks of horror that we got when telling people that we were traveling 8 hours with our 8 month old, we were pretty excited about our little adventure as a family. Hey, ain't nothin' a little Dave Matthews can't fix. We listened to him much of the way there with great anticipation in that we would see him in person on Friday! And by the way, Lael was an absolute doll in the car. She digs 'ole Dave, too. Do you realize that Dave Matthews' music will be "oldies" when she is in high school? Whoa.

Anyone wanna guess what she did most of the way there?


The boys did some mountain bikin' and a little babysittin'.


While the woman folk cooked up some kabobs.


And then the chilin' got all warshed up.


We visited Old Town, Alexandria.
Yes, it was 100 degrees outside.
Yes, my hair was like a furnace.


Next up, Mt. Vernon-- George Washington's house. Very cool. Wait, I mean hot.
I think I may have said to Trey like 5 times that day, "I'm so glad I didn't live in these times."

To that he was probably thinking, "Geez, me too, woman! Cuz you would have driven me


Looking out at the Potomac River. Absolutely beautiful.


Dave Matthews. He played for 3 hours straight! Great concert. Tim Reynolds was there, too. Oh, and Zac Brown opened for him. Love me some Chicken Fried. :)

Picnik collage

The day after that we headed over to the Holocaust museum. Trey and I had done most of the other sight seeing in DC a few years ago, but this museum was the only thing that we hadn't done yet. We got there early enough to get passes for the main exhibit. I don't really know how to express how I felt about all that we saw there.

We saw a lot of horrific pictures and videos that were difficult to watch. The thing that pulled at my heart strings the most was thinking about the terror that every one of the mothers must have felt when being captured and taken to a camp. There's just something that happens to you when you become a mother that causes your mind to go there. Mothers are bonded together in this way. We all know that feeling of unconditional love. The indescribable, gravitational pull towards your child. The overcoming desire to protect and safeguard your baby.

What must it have been like to have that baby ripped from your arms? What must it have felt like to have to calm your child's fears while you, yourself are crumbling inside?

The acts that these mothers had to witness are unspeakable. I admit, when I was reunited with Lael that night when we returned from the city, I hugged her so tightly and thanked God that I was born in a free country where I will never have to fear having my baby taken from me.

Photography was strictly prohibited. Tisk, tisk.
I was able to snap a couple of pictures of the windows that were etched with hundreds of names of those murdered in the Holocaust.

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Sunday, July 25, 2010


I get plenty of it. And so does my 8 month old baby.

As our pastor would say, "Let's unpack this."

This is something that I haven't yet shared because I have kept waiting for the ball to drop and for it all to come to a screeching halt. After about 3 whole months of it I've decided that it may have become a habit and I can let you in on it. If you're a mother, you might hate me after I tell you this.

Lael sleeps 12-14 hours per night.
She takes two 90 minute naps.
Sometimes she takes a third evening cat nap.

She usually goes to bed at night between 8 and 9, and gets up between 9 and 10 the next morning. Occasionally she wakes up at 10:30, a few times she has slept until 11, and twice she slept until 11:30. She is very happy and active when she is awake and I think this is why.

You may or may not be astonished by her sleeping habits, but let me tell you, I AM. I never imagined that I would be getting incredible amounts of sleep at this stage in my baby's life. I am not tired. I do not feel worn down. I am not lacking rest. I get plenty of chores snoozing accomplished while my baby is asleep.

Yes, yes, I realize it may not last forever, but for right now, I'm going to enjoy every last waking sleeping minute.

To prove to you how hard my girl can sleep...



And if you didn't see this in March, check it out. :)
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Tuesday, July 20, 2010

digital camera dump

I have two cameras that I use-- my beloved Nikon DSLR, and my trusty, little Canon point and shoot. Sometimes when I don't want to lug around my Nikon-- like, oh I don't know, when I'm hiking up a mountain, I carry my Canon. I have my little Canon with me all the time because I keep it in my diaper bag/purse so that any time a Kodak moment pops up, I can capture it.

Many times I forget to upload the Canon pictures onto my computer, so when I do it's just a big pile of miscellaneous pictures from many different days and activities.
So, without further ado, here is my digital camera dump.

On the 4th of July we woke up with absolutely no plans for the day, so on a whim we decided to drive up to NC to the Pisgah National Forest to visit Turtle Back. It's a small waterfall that over time has become a sliding rock. You can slide down it into deep water. It's super fun. But it's not super fun when you try to slide down head first and then chicken out in the middle of it and face plant. Yeah, that's not fun. But I didn't do that. Because I'm no chicken.
Picnik collage
My husband is He hiked up to Turtle Back with a ginormous pack on his back and a baby on the front. The girl had a ball. We even let her slide down the rock all by herself!

Just kiddin'.

We took Megan out for Sushi the weekend before all of the wedding festivities....

Picnik collage

Picnik collage

Last, but certainly not least, my aunt and uncle and cousins were driving through Greenville on their way home from Atlanta and we met up at Atlanta Bread Company. Now that I'm typing that out, it's pretty funny to me. They left Atlanta only to eat at Atlanta Bread. Ha. Oh well.
Lael loves her cousins. She lights up when they come around, and I'm so impressed at Thomas and Emily's confidence and ability in handling a baby. It's pretty crazy to me that they are holding my baby because I remember like it was yesterday holding the two of them. Makes me stop and realize how quickly children grow up.

Speaking of, if I had a quarter for every time someone has said to me,
"I remember when mine were that little! Enjoy it because it goes by so fast.",
I could buy diapers for a year.
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Monday, July 19, 2010

8 months

On the 17th, Lael turned 8 months! Every month I find myself saying, "THIS is my favorite age." Yet, when the next month rolls around I'm repeating the very same thing.

But...really...this is the best age. And I'm sure I won't say it again next month. Nope. 'Cause right now is my favorite. :)


"You hem me in- behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain."
Psalm 139:5-6
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Friday, July 16, 2010

The stuff dreams are made of

With one glance, can you guess where this image came from?


I can. You bet.

Father of the Bride. Steve Martin, Diane Keaton, Kimberly Williams, George Newbern, and Martin Short. I can not tell you how many times in my life I have watched this movie. I can probably quote the entire thing. This was the movie I based my wedding dreams on. This was the movie that I believed a wedding was supposed to be like.

My poor, poor parents.

Megan and I both did our Daddy/daughter dance to "The Way You Look Tonight" by Frank Sinatra because of this movie.

When Trey and I became engaged he was clueless about all things wedding, and everything that comes with planning one. I demanded that he watch our beloved flick, and then...
he understood. He caught on real quick. I was proud.

Last Saturday my sister got the wedding of her dreams. And most importantly, she married the man of her dreams. By the way, she was gorgeous. Absolutely stunning.

There was a lot of love last weekend, people. Contagious, and almost exhausting. Wait. It was exhausting. Wonderfully exhausting.

Weddings are like a cold glass of ice tea (sweetened with Splenda, of course. Yes, I know it's not good for you, but I like it.) on a hot summer's day.
They are refreshing. They challenge me to take a step back and look at my own marriage, how I treat my husband, and the kind of wife that I am currently. Am I giving him the respect that I am called to give him? Am I patient with him? Am I thinking of serving him before I think about serving myself? Am I quick to forgive?
A lot of times the answer to these questions is "no". Sigh. But, like I said, that's what I like about weddings. Gives you time to really reflect on these things. You listen, pray, and with God's (and only God's) help you make changes. So thankful for His Grace. So very thankful.

Have you ever smelled a whiff of an old perfume you used to wear and it almost takes you back to the day you were wearing it and what you were doing? Oh, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout. Men's cologne is the same way. There are guys I went to high school with who will forever be pegged as Coolwater, Polo, Calvin Klein, etc.
Weddings kind of have this effect. They take you back to the day when you were making those vows. They serve as a sweet reminder of the love that you share with your one and only.

Bryan and Megan are a testament to God's faithfulness, and the power of prayer. Both sets of parents have been praying since day 1 for their child's spouse, and on Saturday we witnessed first hand how God has blessed many people through the union of two of His children.

Can't take credit for the bomb-diggity pics. My bff took them. Enjoy. :)







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Sunday, July 11, 2010


from my love hangover.


Looking forward to sharing more with you.
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Thursday, July 8, 2010

The difference a year can make

My dear friend, Molly and I had matching bumps last summer. Our due dates were two weeks apart. I went late and she went early (lucky) so our girls ended up being 3 days apart.


As soon as we could Trey, Lael and I headed right back to where we had just come from to visit Lillian. I was so afraid that someone was going to stop us in the halls of the hospital and ask for some kind of verification that Lael was in fact, our baby.

The hospital has a lot of rules regarding newborn babies. All of them are good and they are for you and your baby's safety, but they definitely kept me on my toes.

I was so scared I was going to get in trouble with the doctors or nurses for something I was doing wrong. Like I was just babysitting someone else's baby and I was going to get reprimanded for not feeding her on time, not wrapping her up correctly, or holding her awkwardly. Even with the natural and instant bond you have with your infant, there is still a lack of confidence that lingers, making you question yourself and sweat the small stuff.

When the nurses first handed Lael over to me perfectly and tightly swaddled, all I wanted to do was unwrap her and look over every inch of her little body. I don't know why. I just wanted to. So, I did. I took her hat off, too.
She started crying, and I thought, "Oh no, I'm going to get in trouble. I better wrap her back up!"
Then I thought, "Wait, this is my baby and I can do anything I want!"

It's quite a phenomenon when you realize that. It takes a while for it to sink in.

Here are the chicken littles meeting for the first time.


Fast forward a few months.


And fast forward a few more months.


Molly and I couldn't help but laugh at our "little sinners". We all come out that way. It blows my mind how quickly it starts. Already fighting over toys. sigh.




Me, oh my. The difference a year can make.
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Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Wordless on Wednesday

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Sunday, July 4, 2010

lil' miss independent







happy 4th!
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