That Awkward Moment When’s & Throwbacks
That Awkward Moment When… I think the “that awkward moment when” craze is about over, so I’d like to wish it out with some recent endings to the sentence. That awkward moment when you accidentally cut someone off in traffic, then turn into the same parking lot. An important decision follows: drive another lap to avoid confrontation, follow them to their parking spot to apologize, or walk with your head high pretending nothing happened. One time in high school when I was trying to be super awesome but really was just being a punk, I flipped a guy off while I was driving. Turns out he was headed to the…
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Ahh, Christmas. You were good to us this year. It’s too bad you didn’t stay around for very long. Some noteworthiness first:1. It’s my anniversary. I can honestly say I didn’t know the depth of Taylor’s greatness when I married him (that sounds weird), but the past 3 years have made me incredibly grateful for my best friend/husband/dad of B. So a happy big one to us.2. Beckett is having a BOY COUSIN! We’re very excited. (You can follow Taylor’s sister and brother-in-law’s missions in Chile, as well as read up on the babe when he debuts here.) Continuing on. We spent Christmas Eve with Taylor’s family and Christmas day…
Outtakes
A few outtakes for your Thursday giggles. Delivery Room Just one of those precious moments, waiting to meet my son. And another. Just a special, special time. Note the sweet scene happening with my husband and his parents, then note that I am scarfing down a hoagie or something in the background. Beckett (gone squishy) Even though we have the world’s cutest baby, he has been known to take a few bad pictures. There are entirely too many chins and lips going on. This will be shown on his wedding day. This one, too. Christmas card fail. First off, Beckett’s hat is entirely too small. And then there’s…
One year later.
It was one year ago, today. I stayed home from work, mostly because I didn’t want to go in, but also because I had a smidgen of illness on the side. Like, maybe, a sniffle. Or two. …ok so it was mostly because I didn’t want to work. The morning went quite nicely – what with the 3 movies I watched in bed before my feet even hit the floor. The moment I decided to drive to Target to buy pregnancies tests “because I’d never taken one and that’s what married people do periodically” is when things got crazy. Fast forward: two positive tests later, I was nearly hyperventilating as…
Grace: My Middle Name & Social Cues
Maybe it’s because I didn’t go to sleep until 2:30am*. Or maybe it’s because the 3rd annual Ugly Sweater Christmas Party is tonight and I’m so excited I’m not thinking clearly. Either way, I’ve made a mockery of all things graceful today. Grace: My Middle Name. Let’s first discuss my trip to Walmart and the blueberry walnut bread I sampled in the bakery. That is worth a trip out of the house, right there. Fast forward to the register: my cashier was pretty grumpy which immediately makes my brain scream, “Oooo girl. You are going to LOVE me by the end of this transaction. Let’s turn that frown upside down.”…
Orphans.
I hardly slept Sunday night. Part of it had to do with drinking coffee at 9pm (stupid), but the other part had to do with some blogs I was reading. They reminded me of a few hours I spent at an orphanage in Donetsk, Ukraine, over a decade ago. By instruction, I was wearing clothes that dried quickly in case any of the kids had an accident (which they did). I got to hold a little girl for a while, and play with many other kids. I remember one girl on our team, Nicole, was holding a little boy, about 2 years old, who was completely unresponsive to her. He…
Planes, Trains, & Automobiles
A post dedicated to the survival of mom and baby’s trek across America. Planes Last week, Beckett and I were shipped to Kansas while Taylor was at a work conference in San Diego. Side note: the hotel he stayed at was listed on a website for top 8 “sexiest hotel bathrooms”. Did I mention it was an accounting conference? I would expect accountants to pick a Thrifty Inn or something. Guess not. I’m not gonna lie – I was stressing out about this plane ride the entire week leading up to it. What if Beckett screams the whole flight and everyone on the plane keeps glaring daggers at us? What…
Black Friday & Granny Mags
It’s good to be alive. We’ve had a very eventful week that had the potential to be the death of me. Beckett had his first flight (post to follow…sometime) and first road trip (6+ hours). My favorite event of the week, however, had to do with the craziness of Black Friday. Black Friday As mentioned in the post about buckshot/birdshot (or whatever kind of shot we try to find in our Thanksgiving food), we spent turkey day this year in the thriving metropolis of Pocahontas, Arkansas. We kept seeing the ads for the deals at Walmart starting Thursday night at 10, so my aunt, uncle, cousins, mom, brother, and myself…
Cry Rooms, Baybeeees, & Mosaics
I’m done making disclaimers about how random these posts are. Just know ahead of time that you will always get a hodge podge on this blog. If you’re totally over the baby thing, skip to “Mosaics“. You do not want to miss a very motivational video. Carry on… Cry Rooms My least favorite part of church these days: the dreaded “cry room”. First off, you do a walk of shame to get there. The walk where you try to muffle (without suffocating) the cries of your beloved child while walking past 89 pews of onlookers. Once you actually get to the cry room, your eyes have to adjust to the…
Well-being & Sleepyface
A Beckett post. (What else did you expect?) Well-being On the well-being of my son… If I sat down and thought about all the ways Beckett could be injured, scarred for life, or miss an opportunity to learn something, I would go i-n-s-a-n-e. Clinically insane. So, I don’t think about it. I just do the best I can. I have to trust that the church nursery ladies won’t leave him in the corner and fail to notice if he falls unconscious, or that his skin won’t melt off when I bathe him more frequently than suggested, or that letting him sleep in his crib before the age of 2 won’t…
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