Saturday, May 29, 2010

Summer fun

Seems like the earlier the sun is coming up, the earlier Molly is waking up......
This leaves us quickly running out of things to do before noon even arrives. Yesterday, I was so desperate to entertain little birdy that I gave her a note pad and blue crayon.

She looked up at me like, "really, I can play with this??"

Watching Molly try to figure out the crayon really made me excited for future coloring books, water colors, play dough, and all arts and crafts. I can't wait to have a little work station for her filled with all the good stuff. I can't wait to see what that little mind will create.

After an afternoon trip to Target, I came home to find these beautiful flowers waiting for me. He always knows when I need a little pick-me-up. Beautiful.

There's no better way to kick off the "unofficial start of summer" weekend then an evening dip in the baby pool. She has so much fun in the baby pool. I'm really excited for the "big" pool!!

Of course the only thing better than an evening swim, is the blue freeze pop after the evening swim. I'm in summer heaven.

Have a great Memorial Day!

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Funny Molly. She just made me laugh all day. I put a Baby Einstein movie in for Molly this afternoon in order to get a little work down. In the beginning of the movie, a fish puppet suddenly whips out. Everytime this happens it startles little girl (Every stinkin' hilarious time). This time, in particular, she was standing at the base of the TV, anxiously awaiting her beloved puppets and music, when out pops that darn fish and completely knocks her to her little diapered butt. I guess she figured it would be safer just to hang out on the floor, because she stretched out on the carpet for the remainder of the episode.

Just ridiculously funny.


Monday, May 24, 2010

It's beginning to look a lot like....summer!

Between the popsicles, cookouts and sun dresses, I'm pretty sure it's safe to say that summer is here. If there were any doubts, the 85 degree temperatures took away any room for question. Graduations. Sandals. Burgers. Smoky grills. Fresh cut grass....okay, this post is starting to sound like a bad country song.

Flowers, finally, in the garden! We're gettin' there. Our yard keeps looking better and better. On a whim, I put Molly in the car and hit up a Green house (flower store???) to pick out flowers for our front lawn. Somehow I ended up with three different colors of the same flower, which drove my mind crazy trying to figure out the pattern to which I was going to plant them. After every flower was planted, I stepped back to look at my work. I felt like a little kid, absolutely proud of my work. I wanted to take pictures and send them to my mom.

Trying to get the flowers planted and entertaining Molly was really rough. She got really dirty. Like big time little kid dirty. Her little cheeks were absolutely adorable, all flushed from the heat and smudged with dirt. After a bath and dinner, little birdy couldn't even keep her eyes open. I love easy bedtimes.

Another sure sign that summer is here: the baby pool. I filled the pool early in the morning, so by the time the afternoon was here the temperature of the water was perfect.

Needless to say, she enjoyed every bit of the water.

Here is to the beginning of summer time....

And to taking drinks out of a garden hose...

to planting gardens...

to snuggling up in beach towels...

And to lounging in lawn chairs...

But, most importantly, to life.


Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Not sure

I'm not sure if i'm suppose to laugh, yet.
I'm not sure if i'm suppose to cry, yet.

I'm not sure if I can blog.
I'm not sure if I can take time for me.

I'm not sure how he feels.
I'm not sure how I feel.

I'm not sure how long it takes.
I'm not sure if it ever goes away.

Life right now is really difficult. Trying not to offend. Trying not to upset. I never know what to do. I never  say the right thing anyway. Most of all, I can't complain. I can't hurt because his pain is worse.

Happiness doesn't just come easily anymore. Joy isn't just present. Smiling is rude and laughter is forbidden. Words of wisdom, I pray to the Holy Spirit, to come to me at the right times and come out in the right places. My strength is being challenged and I am not very strong.

I do not worry, because he is strong. I do not wonder, because he understands. But I do hurt for the times when he will hurt and I won't know. I hurt for the times when I find joy and he remains in sorrow. I thought we would always know and feel the same. I feel his pain, but I will never know the depth of his wounds.

I don't know how many times I've thanked God for our little girl in the past week. Her smile is always welcome. Her presence always brings joy. Her life is an example for which we should follow. I love the distraction she brings. Regardless of whats going on, she still needs fed, bathed, and loved. She is an example that life goes on and life is indeed beautiful.

Life may never be the same and in this time of uncertainty I will remember where beauty can be found. I will remember that when I can't find words to say that there is beauty in the silence, that there is beauty in the tears, and that there will always be beauty in his remembrance.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010


Life has been pretty hard for us lately and I haven't much felt like blogging about it.....

but, I did want to say my husband, Marshal, suddenly and tragically lost his father last Tuesday night.

I'm not sure how or why God decides to call his children home so early, but I'm sure there's a reason. Now, it's our job to continue out His plan.

In Loving Memory of William Roger Brame
September 4th, 1959 - May 11th, 2010

Until later my friends,

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Rainy days...

Poor Molly. She wants to go outside so badly. I can't blame her, either. I love when we can be ouside, but the forecast isn't looking so good. It could be a long week.

Her new favorite toy...the purse. Yesterday, Marshal told me that he can't believe that she's not just growing up but she's turning into a little girl. I was like...I know! I can't believe how quickly she caught on to the purse. She'll try to put the tote on her shoulder and then walks around with her arm in the air trying to keep the purse balanced. Also, she won't put toys in the tote. She actually gets mad when I try to put toys or books in the purse. Of course, she only wants the keys and wallet in the purse.

She's also already picked up on the cell phone. If she finds the phone on the floor or something, she'll pick it up and say in her sweet, perfect baby voice, "daddy?" When Marshal calls during the day, I'll put the phone on speaker so she can hear his voice. Now, everytime I'm on the phone she thinks it's daddy.

Those big, brown, yummy eyes just blow my mind. She can do no wrong. Even when she can't figure out a toy, she just makes it work......cuz she's a rock star.

Yes, she did that all on her own.

Friday, May 7, 2010

A perfect evening for dancing in the kitchen...

I love my Friday nights. Everything has a little sparkle to it on a Friday night. Sugar is a little sweeter, kisses are a little longer, and life is so much stronger. Like a double shot of espresso, Friday night hits me and I can feel it in every part of my body. I think that the air changes on Friday night and it makes it easier to breathe. Knowing that my husband will be all mine for the next two days also totally helps.

Tonight has been no exception to my wonderful Friday nights. First began the night sipping on an ice cold cherry coke *dana-dana-danAnana* (Rascal Flatts, get it?) and then we ended the night with a little slow dancing in the kitchen until sweet little baby finally dozed off. Now, as she sleeps, I'm watching the storm roll in strong and heavy. With each crack of powerful thunder, I freeze, waiting to hear whether it has awakened my child. Secretly inside I wish it would.

In becoming a mom, I seem to have been given a few extra doses of common sense. For-instance, at one time accepting a free dog from a neighbor on a whim would make total sense. Now, not so much. Upgrading my cellphone to a blackberry and tacking on an extra 30 bucks to my monthly bill, just because I can, I have also figured out isn't the best idea. Now when presented with such options, something kicks in and yells, "YOU KNOW BETTER!"

But, then there are times like these, when waking up my sleeping baby only to cuddle with her on the couch makes total and complete sense. Even though it will probably make her mad, I still really, really want to hold her...

Love as always,

p.s. Mark, I will put the rest of the pictures up tomorrow, but I will leave you with this last one just because it rocks :)

Thursday, May 6, 2010

changin' up the ole blog

please forgive me if things look a little funny!

more later...

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

After lunch, but before dinner...

Right now, I'm really loving afternoons. The pressure of a workout has been accomplished or all together forgotten. Laundry has either been finished or pushed off until tomorrow. Breakfast and lunch dishes have been cleared, cleaned and returned to their rightful dwelling places. Bills have been paid and accounts have been balanced. The busy morning has finally slowed to a much calmer pace and my baby and I can play and enjoy each other.

I'm loving afternoons in the sandbox under the warm sun with a delicious breeze tangling the lose strands that have fallen from our ponytails. The bubbly bursts of laughter that comes along with time in the sandbox is at times unbearable. My heart goes into complete over load. The joy I receive from these moments is beyond comparison and nothing I could have ever imagined.

I'm loving going to Micky D's drive-thru in the afternoon for a medium coffee with two creams, because I can't seem to remember to pick up coffee beans when we grocery shop. This is when we jump into the car without shoes, buckle up the babe and roll down the windows. Of course, the gas gage ends up screaming empty (startles me evertime) and I have to stop at a gas station and pump barefooted.

Towards the end of my $1.30 splurge and afternoon drive, the young one ends up rubbing her eyes and starts to softly whimper. The time has come for the afternoon nap. I'm loving the afternoon nap. In the dark room, we crack the window to let the cool air in and watch the breeze push and pull the curtain while we rock in the creaky chair. Finally when she has surrendered to her sleepy eyes and has drifted off, I kiss that soft, angelic forehead and rest her tiny body in the crib. Then, I will retreat to the couch for my afternoon coffee break.

When I have found the bottom of my coffee cup and the soap opera has previewed tomorrow's episode, it's about the time I hear my baby's cry, stating that she has had enough nap time. I'm absolutely loving baby right after her nap. She gives hugs and wants to be held for just a little while, until she is ready to explore and move on with the rest of the day.

After nap time comes snack time and after snack time daddy returns. Our favorite time of the afternoon. I'm loving the way she perks up and understands when I say, "daddys home!" After daddy comes home the afternoon quickly begins to fade and soon, very soon it's evening.


Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Wedding Weekend!

Saturday afternoons in the summer time, growing up, we would watch dozens and dozens of brides, grooms and their families pour through these doors and down the steps of St. Augustine's. I can't believe this is a picture of my family stepping through those doors and greeting the beautiful bride, my cousin! It was so beautiful to see my family in the church most of us grew up in, witnessing the union between two amazing people.

Before my own wedding, I couldn't appreciate weddings the way I do now. I love seeing the happiness spread across the faces of the newly married couple. I love how the smile is of the rarest kind. Seeing this smile, feeling their joy reminds me of our day. The day my husband and I said I do. The day we shared this special smile.

Each time I hear the vows spoken and promised between the bride and groom, I am reminded of my own vows, the words I had spoken to my husband. The words your family and friends are there to witness and celebrate. Each wedding we celebrate together we are also renewing our promises to each other just by being present.