Wedding Bells and Puppy Tales

There is nothing that makes me go back in time and get all sentimental like a wedding. Reese attended her first wedding this weekend and while we were getting ready I told her all about her momma and daddy's wedding day. Our friends Adam and Adrienne tied the knot this weekend and it was just lovely. The wedding party and their families all staying in a hotel Friday and Saturday night in Montgomery. As soon as we walked in our room Adam declared that during his speech that night he was going to start out by saying, "thank you Mrs. Maureen for the hotel room. It's real nice Clark." Although he did give a speech I am happy to report that no quotes from Clark W. Griswold or Christmas Vacation made an appearance.

The whole event made me want to drag my dress out and put it back on in an effort to relive the moment. The only thing that stopped me was the bone chilling fear of seeing that it's a good 3 inches from zipping. Shiver. There are some things better left in the past. My wedding dress tops that list.

My favorite part of the weekend (aside from seeing our peeps pledge their love for one another till death do us part)(and the corn nuggets at the reception) was when the maid came around to make up our bed, pick up dirty towels, and fluff the pillows. It made me realize what a terrible job our maid at home is doing and that she ought to be fired. But then it hit me that I am the maid at home and I am not going to be able to find someone else to do all the required maintenance at our house for the loose change I randomly find in the washer. Oh, and of course all of the appreciation I receive.

So, without further ado here are some pic of the weekend

The speech....(He's very animated. Can you tell?)

Reese's favorite part was the full length mirror. The poor cleaning lady is probably still trying to get the slober off of it.

And we all slept as one big happy family in the king size bed. Which leads me to another point. We bought a king size bed today and it is possible that it will single handedly save our marriage.

Zack spoiling the girl.

And his lovely bride Samantha

The happy couple

Adam twirled Reese and Anna Kate around dance floor.

Matthew Allen sang a little love song to Reese and she was very impressed with his abilities.

And finally all of the wedding bliss got to her and she crashed.

On another note I am sad to report that my sweet little Autie had a run in with danger last week. Unfortunately danger won. She and Dixie were reported missing late Wednesday night, but Adam went on a tirade about how tired he was of dealing with them and trying to keep them in the yard and blah blah blah.....To be honest I quit listening because I have heard it all before. A community wide Autie Alert went out which included but is not limited to calling my parents across the street and asking if they had seen the pups. On Thursday afternoon PeePaw called with the revelation that, "come to think of it I've got a coyote trap set down by the barn I better go check it." Well, yeah. That would be good. Sure enough he showed up at the door with Autie and her big swelled toe. The pictures do not do it justice because I forgot to make one until yesterday and all the swelling has gone down. I am not emotionally ready to talk about it yet, but for the record she was caught in the trap for at least 8 hours. I know this because there was an Autie sighting that morning at 6 as she galloped across the pasture at MeeMaw and PeePaws living up her new found freedom. I would like to say they learned a lesson, but they went missing again on Sunday. But they came back. All toes intact. And honestly the whole situation made me agree with Adam. Just do me a favor? If you see them ran over in the road please drag them to the side so I don't have to see it. Thanks.

9 months old!

All I can say about the last 9 months is that they have gone by a lot quicker than the 9 months I was pregnant with her! And these last 9 months have been so much more fun and so much cooler(as in the temperature) than the 9 I carried her.

At 9 months she:

Weighs: 17 lbs

Height: Good question. Going to the doctor next week and maybe they will tell us.

Drinks 6 ounces of milk whenever she wants. The beauty of summertime is that we don't really have a schedule. We get up when she wakes up (usually aroumd 7,but there have been a few blissful days that she slept till 8), she takes a nap when she gets tired, eats when she gets hungry, and is a busy little bee in between all of that.

We gave her a bite of a baked potato, but she was not impressed. Otherwise she still eats typical baby foods:bananas, carrots, apple sauce etc

Her biggest accomplishment this month is learning to crawl however she prefers to scoot across the floor on her booty.

Wears size 2 and 3 diapers, and mostly 6 months clothes.


We had our besties over and I was a nervous wreck the whole time. She went straight for the babies heads.

Happy Father's Day

(Side note: Turn away now if sentiment makes you nauseous. Consider yourself warned.)

Happy first Father's Day A-Master! I knew from the start that you would make somebody an amazing husband one day and I also knew that some lucky little kid would one day call you their Daddy. On both accounts you have not disappointed. Our favorite part of the day is when we hear your truck pulling into the driveway because home isn't home until your there.

The first gift Reese had picked out for this monumental day was a new fan and the first season of Modern Family.....and then when you started dropping hints 4 days ago about wanting an electric razor we had to regroup and get a new game plan. (Nothing like a little advance notice.) And lets all admit it- nothing speaks Father's Day like an electric razor.

It wasn't just Adam's first Father's Day, but also the first day Reese crawled. There were reports that this had happened on Friday and Saturday, but I didn't see it. And we all know it's not official until Momma sees it. (It's sad that Adam was taking his required Sunday afternoon nap and missed it, but I'm sure there will be plenty more of that for him to see.)

Happy Father's Day! We love you!

All things Trish

Who's Trish? PeePaw, of course! As a young lad me and my friends might have nicknamed him that while we were covering him with shaving cream while he slept in his recliner. It's short (and hilarious to a group of 8 year olds) for Patrick/Patricia. In honor of Father's Day I would like to tell you a little about PeePaw. In recent years he has become a man that even he doesn't recognize. In no particular order here are a few things:

Growing up there was one thing I was not allowed to have under any circumstances. A dog in the house. Fast forward to current day. Let me introduce you to Chinney, also known as Trish's 4th child.

He rides the 4-wheeler and lawn mower with my former house dog hating father. He is even allowed to ride in his truck. AND they play hide and seek regularly.

If your a dog lover don't read this next statement. Growing up if our dogs ever had a health problem (or Lord forbid got hit by a car) he was of the school that they were to be shot and put out of their misery. No vet trip required. But Chinney? Oh, not Chinney. Trish has been known to RUSH him to the vet when he appeared to be having a seizure. It goes without saying that this little dog has met his health care deductible.

He decided to cut back on his caffeine by starting to drink Mountain Dew instead of Diet Coke. The day he told me that was the day he lost all credibility with me.

I grew up believing credit cards were of the devil. Trish always paid with cash and could not understand why anybody would use a credit/debit card. In recent years I have watched him love and adore the convenience of paying with a credit card.

Somewhere around 1997 he found out he was hypoglycemic or in his words he has the "sugar." All sugar was abolished from our house. Down to the loaf bread we ate. It all had to be sugar free. I started to questioning what happened to the man I knew as my father a few months ago when I saw him walk out of a store with a regular coke and proceed to pay for his gas with his Visa card.

Is a self proclaimed pediatrician and doesn't hesitate to tell me how things ought to be done with my girl.

Has been known to do the following:

a. Get into situations such as this...

b. Shoot deer like this one from the front porch...

c. Aggravate the little ones to no end...(that's Reese and I had to look twice because oh my goodness how she has changed!)

d. Leave a To Do List for MeeMaw and sign it "the boss"

e. Quote Andy Griffith, Barney Fife and Fred Sanford word for word.

g. Fix an electrical problem we were having at our house without turning the breaker off first (because he is a self proclaimed "pro-fessional") which resulted in two hot wires touching and sparks flying everywhere. He would tell you that I ran and screamed like a little school girl, but I can tell you that he almost ran me over trying to get away from the electrical box. And nobody was screaming louder than he was.

Happy Father's Day PeePaw!! We love you.

Oh the places we go...

On Monday I threw caution to the wind and loaded up our stuff for a work trip with Adam to South Carolina. I was a little apprehensive considering the amount of travel that would be involved in getting from our house to our Charleston, South Carolina destination. In all our travels she took a couple of naps, but none that lasted longer than 40 minutes. Oh wait, I take that back. Tuesday she took a record breaking 1 hour nap. I sat in the back and entertained her most of the trip and it went surprisingly well.

We helped Daddy with his work.

We rested in the hotel room while Daddy went to work.

We went to Market in downtown Charleston, and from the looks of it Reese was very impressed.

We broke a personal rule of mine not to swim in random hotel swimming pools. (And that wasn't the only rule that was broken in the pool area.)

I can't guarantee that Reese didn't in some way violate numbers 4 through 5. (Which is exactly why I avoid random hotel swimming pools. There's not enough chlorine in all of South Carolina to make me believe that water was sanitary.)

And we ate. Here's a comprehensive list of all the places we dined:

Firehouse Subs, (we wouldn't miss an opportunity for this especially since we were tragically informed that the one in Oxford closed. It was a sad , sad day in our lives) Lizard's Thicket, Sticky Fingers, and Outback. And then we went ahead and got ice cream and milkshakes at Chick-Fil-A because Adam's stomach might get nervous if he just went cold turkey on

consuming mass amounts of sugar.

This trip reminded me just how much my life has changed since the girl came along. Historically I was just along for the ride. I would kick back in the passenger seat, read a good book, take naps, and look up occasionally to tell Adam that we were driving too fast. Not this trip. I was the Anti-Meltdown team leader this week. I was semi successful. (Which in the world of traveling with a baby is the same thing as being hugely successful.)

Sweet, Sweet Summertime

I was thinking about doing a post about all the things we've been up to during our summer vacation, but then I realized it would probably be the most boring blog post you have ever read. But then I realized that I don't have anything else to talk about (unless you count the fact that I had to have new tires and rotors on my car Monday and it cost a sweet fortune but who wants to hear about that??) so here's what we've been up to.....brace yourself for all the excitement....

We've been escaping the heat at the swimming pool

Dixie and Autie have been escaping the heat under the porch

We've been learning how to work our cup

We've been trying to hold on to anything that will stand still and stand up

We've been doing laundry. If I don't pay attention she will unfold all the clothes as I fold them. Since we've been home she has fallen in love with the clothes basket. (It is highly likely that this is just now happening because she hasn't ever seen one too often.)

We've been sitting outside in the mornings and watching the pups play. Our girl loves the dogs! (Don't tell her, but I don't think the feeling is mutual.)

We've been resting. A lot. She hasn't been getting up until roughly 7:15 every morning which is nothing less than a gift from above. I am ashamed to admit this, but I am going to anyway. (Mainly because I hope some of you will say you've done it too, but if I don't get any comments on this I am going to assume it's because of this problem with commenting I keep hearing about and not that I'm alone in this occurance.) Sunday morning she started to cry, but I didn't go after her because she will usually go back to sleep. I would say she cried for 5 to 7 minutes so I went and got her. When I picked her up I realized (to my horror) that she had wet her bed... (Yes, the votes have been tallied and I am the mother of the year.) Monday morning- same thing. Last night I put a bigger diaper on her and it didn't happen this morning. I can only hope that wetting the bed was what woke her up. Right? She hadn't been sleeping in wet clothes for too long had she? I refuse to believe it.

She has also started saying "ma-ma." So sweet. And she has started having a little temper. If we take a toy (or a bottle cap that she found and put in her mouth) away from her she straightens her legs and slings her arms while screaming.

We've been indulging in some treats like popcicles and watermelon (which might have been the cause of the wetting the bed incidents??)

And we (meaning me) have been living on the edge and staying up till close to 9:30. Hope ya'll are having as much fun as we are.

P.S. We're spending a lot of time in denial that I ever have to go back to work.