The cuteness is so epic (as the February Baby would say) that I decided I just couldn't wait another minute. Here are a couple of choice photos that I found in my treasure trove. Both from 2001.
The May Baby.
The February and September Babies.
I never knew what a wild ride it would be.
15 March 2011
A Thought...
Here is one of those observations that were the reason I started a blog...things I think and want to say out loud, but that are so narcissistic or Nelson-centric that I know the Facebook world would not appreciate.
Contemplated Facebook Status Update:
"I have been looking through old photos for Ella's school time line project and I have been reminded that my babies were the cutest, best, and most beautiful babies ever, ever, ever in the whole wide world!"
I did not post that. I came here to say it. And as I warned my reader(s) when I started this blog...it's all about us.
If you don't believe me about my babies, stay tuned for photos later.
Maybe after we get back from New York. And after the time line is finished.
Contemplated Facebook Status Update:
"I have been looking through old photos for Ella's school time line project and I have been reminded that my babies were the cutest, best, and most beautiful babies ever, ever, ever in the whole wide world!"
I did not post that. I came here to say it. And as I warned my reader(s) when I started this blog...it's all about us.
If you don't believe me about my babies, stay tuned for photos later.
Maybe after we get back from New York. And after the time line is finished.
02 March 2011
31 January 2011
A Thousand Thanks
My next-to-last post mentioned a Blog-a-Day challenge...thankfully, I didn't take up that challenge because I would already be behind!
But here is my first thankfulness post of 2011, on the last day of the month. Yesterday in church, the September baby pointed out that it was already January 30 and he couldn't believe that we were already that far into 2011. The Good Doctor said yes, the year is 1/12 over and what had we accomplished? I riposted with a smart-alecky comment that I consider it a daily victory that we are all still alive and living together. But, I will admit (just not to TGD) that the question did make me think a bit.
It hasn't been sensationally or tragically bad, but we've had a rocky month...perhaps rocky isn't even really the mot juste..."less easy than I'm comfortable with" is probably about as strong as I can pitch it, if I must tell the absolute truth (and, since this is the Internet and everything you read here is the absolute truth, I suppose I must). Really, not even anything has happened about which I could say, "We'll laugh about this later." Just sort of plodding uncomfortably along.
The September Baby has Osgood-Schlatter Disease, which is not really a disease, but I love to say it because it sounds so exotic and awful. Basically, his knee hurts because his bones are growing faster than his muscles can keep up. It hurts badly and makes soccer less fun for him than I wish it were. We joke that it's because he drinks so incredibly much milk.
The February Baby is having a tough start to the year because we (and when I say "we," I don't mean we...I mean The Good Doctor) have decided that it is time that The FB start to make a concerted effort to get, and keep, his grades up.
The May Baby is, as usual, completely fine. Harassed by her brothers and missing her best friend, who has been absent from school because of mono, she keeps reminding me of the things on her list that she didn't get for Christmas, i.e. a horse and a violin. She gets blisters on her feet from wearing the high heels that her aunt (The Cool One) gave her for Christmas.
We've been busy and stressed with away soccer games and too many tests and too many days off (you know, having a short school week isn't fun at all any more...the teachers simply have to cram a week's worth of work into four, or even three, days) and too much stuff and too much laundry and cataract video-making and disappointments about land we can't buy and reports of my children being ugly to others on the playground at Wednesday night church.
So, where does the thankfulness come in?
Well, I am thankful, damn it. For...
139. Shampoo and conditioner that does what it says.
140. Dave Bruno and his book The 100 Thing Challenge.
141. Some cold weather...real winter in South Mississippi.
142. A date with The Good Doctor to see The King's Speech.
143. My iPad
144. Tuesday mornings
145. Three applications to take to PCS.
146. Jack Kennedy and United Christian Ministries.
147. Reminders that all the complaining I did in the first of this post is merely petulance and that, as I tell my children, if that's the worst thing you can come up with, you've got an extremely cushy life.
148. The boys getting to duck hunt with Grandaddy.
149. The years of farming my Daddy had, and this email he sent to me last week, after the auction of his equipment:
But here is my first thankfulness post of 2011, on the last day of the month. Yesterday in church, the September baby pointed out that it was already January 30 and he couldn't believe that we were already that far into 2011. The Good Doctor said yes, the year is 1/12 over and what had we accomplished? I riposted with a smart-alecky comment that I consider it a daily victory that we are all still alive and living together. But, I will admit (just not to TGD) that the question did make me think a bit.
It hasn't been sensationally or tragically bad, but we've had a rocky month...perhaps rocky isn't even really the mot juste..."less easy than I'm comfortable with" is probably about as strong as I can pitch it, if I must tell the absolute truth (and, since this is the Internet and everything you read here is the absolute truth, I suppose I must). Really, not even anything has happened about which I could say, "We'll laugh about this later." Just sort of plodding uncomfortably along.
The September Baby has Osgood-Schlatter Disease, which is not really a disease, but I love to say it because it sounds so exotic and awful. Basically, his knee hurts because his bones are growing faster than his muscles can keep up. It hurts badly and makes soccer less fun for him than I wish it were. We joke that it's because he drinks so incredibly much milk.
The February Baby is having a tough start to the year because we (and when I say "we," I don't mean we...I mean The Good Doctor) have decided that it is time that The FB start to make a concerted effort to get, and keep, his grades up.
The May Baby is, as usual, completely fine. Harassed by her brothers and missing her best friend, who has been absent from school because of mono, she keeps reminding me of the things on her list that she didn't get for Christmas, i.e. a horse and a violin. She gets blisters on her feet from wearing the high heels that her aunt (The Cool One) gave her for Christmas.
We've been busy and stressed with away soccer games and too many tests and too many days off (you know, having a short school week isn't fun at all any more...the teachers simply have to cram a week's worth of work into four, or even three, days) and too much stuff and too much laundry and cataract video-making and disappointments about land we can't buy and reports of my children being ugly to others on the playground at Wednesday night church.
So, where does the thankfulness come in?
Well, I am thankful, damn it. For...
139. Shampoo and conditioner that does what it says.
140. Dave Bruno and his book The 100 Thing Challenge.
141. Some cold weather...real winter in South Mississippi.
142. A date with The Good Doctor to see The King's Speech.
143. My iPad
144. Tuesday mornings
145. Three applications to take to PCS.
146. Jack Kennedy and United Christian Ministries.
147. Reminders that all the complaining I did in the first of this post is merely petulance and that, as I tell my children, if that's the worst thing you can come up with, you've got an extremely cushy life.
148. The boys getting to duck hunt with Grandaddy.
149. The years of farming my Daddy had, and this email he sent to me last week, after the auction of his equipment:
Subj: End of Quofaloma Partners
In March of 1977 Dixon C. Peaster, first cousin of my father James R. Peaster Jr., died of a sudden heart attack. Uncle Sonny and I rented Quofaloma Plantation from Stacia Peaster. I was the active manager and Partner until about 1996. Then I formed Quofaloma Partners with y'all until 2009. In early 2009 your mother and I formed Roseneath Partners and farmed until Dec. 2010. We rented the equipment from Quofaloma partners. TodayJan. 20th 2011 it all ended. I loved farming and I am very thankful to our loving heavenly father for allowing me to farm Quofaloma and Eden for 35 crops. Our God blessed and prospered us through this time. Today Dewitt auction company sold all of our equipment. It took about two and one half hours to sell the results of 35 years of farming. Jeff Dewitt and I have been loyal friends for 40 years. The auction was a success. It pays to have late model John Deere equipment. Y'all will be getting a nice check in about two weeks. This has been a very emotional time for me. I dearly loved farming. Laura Lee thank you for your sweet note today and for your prayers. I did not go to the sale today. Too many memories. I love you both so very much. Good night from your your earthly father. Remember to fear God and love the Lord Jesus Christ all of your days.
30 January 2011
(A Few) Favorite Christmas Memories 2010
Our weekend at Windsor Court in New Orleans in December.
The children discovered (or rediscovered) beignets.
I have tried to make them at home (with the souvenir mix), but they were not as good.
They also had their first visit to Brennan's for breakfast.
The May Baby's "Best Christmas Pageant Ever" at her school.
(Look at this photo and then try to tell me she looks just like me.)
My beautiful sister, The Cool One, with her beautiful nephews and niece,
sporting crowns from our Christmas crackers.
My family came to us for Christmas, since The Good Doctor was on call.
It was very good.
28 January 2011
A Blog-a-Day?
I was just reading my new favorite blog (that I just discovered this morning) called The Grouchy Ladybug and the author mentioned that she had started a "blog-a-day" challenge. When I read that, it occurred to me to wonder just how long it had been since I posted here. It's been a long time.
And I don't have much time now to catch up because I've just had a call from Vincent, the Invisible Fence guy, who I've been waiting to hear from for...mmmmm...three hours. But I am happy he's coming. Frank and Chester have gotten in a very bad and scary habit of wandering way too far from home. Yesterday someone picked them up on Elk's Lake Road and was kind enough to bring them home to me. So we've got to take some drastic measures...and I think when we hear how much it's going to cost, it is going to feel very, very drastic.
Ugh.
But, at least, maybe it will help preserve the lives of the dogs for a little longer.
Until they chew up something else.
And I don't have much time now to catch up because I've just had a call from Vincent, the Invisible Fence guy, who I've been waiting to hear from for...mmmmm...three hours. But I am happy he's coming. Frank and Chester have gotten in a very bad and scary habit of wandering way too far from home. Yesterday someone picked them up on Elk's Lake Road and was kind enough to bring them home to me. So we've got to take some drastic measures...and I think when we hear how much it's going to cost, it is going to feel very, very drastic.
Ugh.
But, at least, maybe it will help preserve the lives of the dogs for a little longer.
Until they chew up something else.
02 November 2010
A Thousand Thanks
Ironically, just like the last time I posted, yesterday was yet another Monday off from school. Just for the boys; the May Baby had to go to school...but she didn't go until 9:00, and she had a yummy pit stop at Hardee's on the way for a chicken biscuit.
So, Number 119: A three-day weekend...another Monday off.
120. Spaghetti
121. Starting to feel a little like fall...sometimes.
122. Silvery lavender and neon orange soccer cleats
in a (gulp!) size 10.5
in a (gulp!) size 10.5
123. The Stayers' hospitality
124. Candy!
125. Fifth Sunday night with all the local PCA churches
126. Tuesday mornings at Starbucks
127. Texts from Laura Young
128. Ponytail holders
129. School uniforms
130. Comfortable shoes
131. The Jones County Fair
132. Funnel cakes
133. Taffy (yes, I know I already listed candy...and a few weeks ago, I listed chocolate.)
134. Cataracts
135. Cold Diet Coke
136. Backpacks
137. Paying bills by phone
138. The smell of pipe tobacco smoke
The February Baby was the inspiration for number 138. On Friday I gave each of the children $40 to spend at Party Universe on a Halloween costume. He bought, among other things, a pipe. And he walked around all weekend with it in his mouth and it was so funny. I wish I had a photo of him. He didn't smoke it, of course, but it reminded me of my Uncle Sonny and the smell of his pipe when we would visit him and Aunt Patsy. What a cozy, wintry smell it is.
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