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I borrowed this from a friend who posted it on facebook, but there’s just something about this article that makes me want to share it.



No, I’m not talking about my due date. We still have a bit longer for that. Yesterday was my 32 week appointment and all is well. We’re still right on track for a mid-October delivery. Baby D_____ sounds strong and healthy, thanks be to God!

I’m talking about the 23-day wait we have until…




Now, before you go reminding me that I don’t live in a place that looks like these pictures during wonderful, glorious autumn, or that Alabama’s actual seasonal fall weather only lasts for a few weeks, I’ll thank you to let me have my delusions for a little while. I’m OK with that, as long as I can still put on my sweaters and boots, mull my apple cider, put some pumpkins outside my front door, and put icing on something that contains cinnamon.

So, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go look up the word “mull” before I try to do it to an apple.

I usually save my posts on thankfulness for November, but I have some thanks to dole out, so bear with me.

Through the magic of Facebook, I recently had a chance to reminisce with a childhood friend about the way we used to sit side by side with a Sears catalog (or JC Penney, or whatever our parents had on hand) and pick out all the stuff we were going to have when we grew up and had our own husbands, children, and homes. Needless to say, I do not have the country blue  decor with geese and ganders that I wanted in 1985. I was eight, and it never crossed my mind that styles might change in the time it would take for me to grow up.

For instance, in 1985, I assumed that when I grew up and became a mom, I would look something like this (the ladies, not the creepy guy gawking at them):

I thought that because, well, that’s what everyone’s mom looked like, right? That’s just what a mom looked like. Well, except for mine. My parents looked like this until 1997:

Um, yeah. I don’t look like the JC Penney ad seen here. I also do not look like contemporary ads that detail what a woman in 2011 should look like.

When I was eight, I assumed that when I was a grown up hauling my kids to school, I would be hauling them in one of these (because, again, that’s what many of the moms who came to pick up their kids at my elementary school drove):

Hey! What do you know? I actually do drive a Honda Accord! However, times have changed and the general consensus today is that, in order to keep your children safe and be a good mom, you have to drive one of these:

This is for one child. You must add an entire extra row of seats for each child, so that by the time you have three or four, you morph into Shirley Jones and start chauffering your brood in a multi-colored bus from gig to gig.

Do you know what I realized a few years ago, that I didn’t know in 1985? I’m a square peg who is never going to fit into a perfectly coiffed, bone thin, expensive brand wearing, football loving, potato salad eating, Top 40 music listening, ginormous SUV driving, McMansion dwelling, round hole. I think those are fine choices for those who do fit in somewhere. I just, well, don’t.

Please understand that I am not judging the choices of those who do enjoy the things I mentioned. It’s just that I spent a good portion of my life – most of it, actually – trying to fit into one particular place or another by doing what other people did, and I just never quite felt comfortable doing that. I used to think that if I didn’t become like them, I would never be normal and my life would never be complete.

 It has taken me until now to be OK with admitting that I’m shy and say dumb things when I’m nervous, or that I miss my Doc Martens and really don’t care if someone else likes my haircut or not. If you like potato salad, good for you. But, I don’t like it and I don’t have to like it just because everybody likes potato salad and I’m a freak if I don’t.

But, the awesome thing is that I have friends who don’t care what I wear, what I drive, where I live, or whether I have the same things they have. God sent them to me, and I am so thankful for them.

I have an incredible husband who knew I was a square peg when he fell in love with me. He knows I’m quirky, and that I’m never going to fit the mold of the…um…whatever the Southern equivalent of a Stepford wife is. He loves me. Not my waistline, not my hairstyle, not my clothes or my make up. ME. He loves my nose in a book, my stupid questions when he’s watching sports, my picky eating habits, and my soapbox rants about education and theology. He makes me glad I’m the misfit I am, and I don’t tell him enough how thankful I am that God chose us for each other.

I serve a God who does not give two figs whether I drive a Honda or a BMW, whether I wear my best dress to worship on Sunday or my favorite jeans, or whether I went to Alabama or Auburn. (I know some of you are looking that last one up. I promise, it’s true!)

In 1985, I wanted to grow up to be a teacher, wife, and mother. It’s 2011. Well, look at that. 3 for 3.

Not bad for a square peg, huh?

I know I already posted this on facebook, but I absolutely love this picture.

It was so sweet. Madeline was playing like the good girl she is, and she saw me pick up my phone to – of course – take a picture. I mean, she looked so stinkin’ cute in her striped pants and purple bow.

Anyway, SOMEONE has had her picture taken one too many times. She looked so excited and said, “I mile! I mile, Mommy, I mile!” Then, she showed me all her sweet little teeth as she “miled” for me to capture her beautiful image.

I love this kid.

Happy, Happy Birthday to my wonderful husband from your adoring wife and precious babies. We love you to the moon and back!

The first thing is this: I have been TERRIBLE about keeping you updated on baby Hamish’s progress. I was so diligent about making sure everyone knew how every doctor appointment went when I was expecting Madeline. I documented every little thing. This time, I just haven’t had that kind of time because, well, I have Madeline.

So, I thought I’d give you the latest on the new kid. You’ll notice we haven’t revealed a name yet. Yeah. Don’t get me started.

Today was my 30 week appointment, which means that we only have 10 short weeks to get Madeline’s new room cleared out and done, Baby _____’s bedroom stuff purchased and put in place, a firm plan made for Madeline’s care when Baby _____ is arriving, and a name set in stone so we can stop calling this poor kid Hamish.  You know me. I’m a planner. I’m in panic mode because everything isn’t done yet.

Physically, though, all is well. His heartbeat is perfect, my blood pressure is good, and I’ve only gained 10 pounds! Actually, I gained 12 and lost 2. I have no idea how, since I am always ravenous and eat almost everything I see, but that’s what the scale says.

We’ll be sure to let you know when we nail down a name. 🙂

The second thing is this: Have you seen this??


Maybe it’s because I love pictures, but I think it’s awesome!

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