Hello friends.
I need to go on vacation more often. The blog gets more attention when I’m not at home. When I’m home my children need me, my husband needs me, my house needs me, my laundry needs me, my closets need me… you know the story.
While we wait for Marla to muster up the bravery to address your many questions I thought I might bring you up to speed on life.
First, my mother left this morning. I can hardly stand it when she leaves. She’s so much fun to have around. She loves these little ones and is such a fabulous, energetic, loving, and creative grandmother. Mom, thanks for spending the last few days with us. We hope to see you again soon! Do you spy the Marimekko-ish print behind Morgan? That was a fabulous thrift store find. I also found some other fabulous things this past weekend… I’ll share soon!
Second, last weekend we had a shower for Erika {she’s my twin sister, expecting her first– in case you are new around here}.
She posted about it on Monday,
twice. It was such a wonderful party and my favorite part {besides celebrating the new life} was seeing old friends I haven’t seen in a LONG time.
Tara being one of them. I can assure you I was equally excited to see her as she was me {can you tell by baby Blair’s expression?}. She was a sorority sister, lived on my hall my freshman year at Auburn and became a dear friend. She’s from Childersburg, AL and is about as Southern as they come. My first memory of Tara was watching her crack open a can of boiled peanuts and asking her what on earth she was eating, I’m sure she was just as shocked that I didn’t know what boiled peanuts were! She’s fun, a ball of energy and hilarious. A few years ago she had a major scare and underwent open-heart surgery to replace a hole she had in her heart that went undetected since birth! I’m glad she’s alive and I was really glad to see her and her angel, who has her mommy’s lashes.
The shower was straight from a magazine.
No detail was overlooked.
The setting was perfect.
The food and flowers were also perfect! {flowers were all done by Anna– pictured below}
And thirdly, my children. Oh these children, more specifically my son. Complete scallywags.
I’ve never given much, if any, thought to the idea of man evolving from ape, until I became the mother of a son. And now I must spend some more time in the Word to fight the creeping suspicion that man possibly did evolve from ape.
Please, look past his sweet, innocent looks.
And trust me when I tell you he is a total maniac. Do you see the ribbon tied {tightly} around his waist? What you can’t see is that it’s doubled up and also goes behind him to keep him in.
On a very regular basis I say, “John Martin what are you doing? You are going to kill yourself!” I’ve decided to call him “rover” when he acts bad. I say, “You are such a total rover!” I don’t even know what a rover is… but I can probably muster up a pretty good definition and put his picture beside it.
Rover also will never be still and that is why I am mourning the fact that he is no longer nursing. {sniffle, sniffle} He had no problem weaning. I on the other hand am still coming to grips with the reality of it. Why? Because the child is rarely still. The only time he would be still and let me hold him was while he was nursing. I keep reminding myself that I can wear dresses now. Dresses, Darby. Come on, you can wear dresses again!
Right now, he’s sitting at my feet eating a few nerds his sisters shared with him. He only has 7 teeth, all incisors, so I’m not sure how he’s chewing them. But at least he’s not in the fireplace.
Oh, he’s such a rover.
