Bringing sexy back...

If you saw me last week I apologize. Contrary to my appearance I have not given up on life. It was my personal goal not to wear any makeup last week. I succeeded.

I have big plans to update y'all on our Spring Break. Now whether that comes to pass has yet to be seen.

I would like to present to you my favorite picture from the week...


Between the brown S10 and those shorts with boots A-Master single handedly brought sexy back.

Half a Year

She's 6 months old and I can't believe it!

(Note: the boo boo above her eye- yeah, I accidentally did that with my fingernail. And Lord have mercy, I heard about it from Pee Paw!)

And she strongly believes that everything she gets her hands on should go in her mouth.

At 6 months old Reese:

Weighs: 14 lbs 7oz (as of 2 weeks ago)

Height: (I have no idea. Hopefully I will remember to measure her this afternoon)

Drinks 4 ounces every 3 hours or so. She loves banana, prunes, sweet potatoes, and any of the combinations such as apple strawberry granola. She does not like raspberries!

She can sit up for a few seconds by herself.

During spring break she spent some time gearing up for the warmer weather and our upcoming summer vacation (while I spent some time loving and kissing her because, oh my goodness, she is 6 MONTHS OLD!)

I learned one important fact about our girl during spring break...she does not nap well. I don't know what she does at daycare, but let me tell you, last week she didn't take more than a 20 minute nap everyday. And she won't go down without a fight. And who can blame her? There was so much excitement with all of the landscaping and porch staining.

The best nap she got all week was when we put her in her seat and sat it on the swing. In essence we were trying to trick her into thinking we were riding in the car. It worked on this particular occasion. On Saturday, because I value my sanity, we loaded her up during a major meltdown and drove around for a little while.

Her daddy got the swing hung up and she loves it!


And because I took a blogacation (blog vacation- haha) I didn't post a picture of her little St. Patricks Day getup until now.

She is very ticklish especially around her neck and under her arms.

She is excited about her new swimsuits and can't wait to go swimming.

I plan to talk more about this in another post, but when she goes to sleep she pulls/plays in her hair.

Gave Pee Paw and Jolie a tutorial on how to drive the tractor.

During day 1 of our yard makeover Jolie did a little babysitting. I loved how she propped Reese's head up on her baby doll in lieu of a pillow.

She finally figured out how to get her toes in her mouth!

(I am emotionally not ready to discuss this, but for those of you (like myself) who are challenged by mathematics, in 6 more months she will be one year old. 1 year old. And then they are not babies anymore. Just thinking about it makes me sad.)

Our friends Jared and Elizabeth Harris came and made 6 month pictures last weekend. Having pictures made with a little tot makes me so edgy, but she was very tolerant of all of the picture taking madness! If you are interested click here to see the slide show.

Autie Amber Alert!!!

I regret to inform you that our sweet Autie is missing. She was last seen on Thursday morning around 8:00 at our house. One of two things have happened: 1. She has run away from home since Reese took all of her attention. In which case I would much appreciate if someone would return her. She gets plenty of attention so disregard any story she tries to tell you about how awful her parents are. 2. Someone saw her, wanted her, and picked her up in our yard. In which case if we find out you have her I will send A-Master out to hunt you down. He will be armed and semi-dangerous. Lets just keep this civil and return our daughter. Thank you.

I can't express how sad it makes me that she is missing. Who will protect our yard if she doesn't come back? Dixie? Yeah, sure. Dixie is more of a welcoming committee. Autie has always been very good to bark at threatening and scary things such as pine needles falling from the trees. Many nights we have been awoke (awakened??) by Autie barking to let us know that somewhere in the yard a leaf hit the ground.

Dixie is aware that she is a dog but Autie is of the belief that she is in fact a person and should be treated as such. And let me tell you, Dixie isn't taking this well. Thanks to my excellent photography skill you can see just how sad she is.

I kid you not, the whites in her eyes were red last night. We got Autie because Dixie's BFF Rose Bud got taken in a drive by dog napping one Saturday while she was helping out with a neighbors yard sale. Through counseling and prayer Dixie accepted the disappearance of her Rose Bud, but this situation with Autie could kill her. I hesitate to say that we may have to get her a prescription for nerve pills. And maybe some Ambien just to help her rest easier.

If you or someone you know has seen her please let us know. There might be a reward. (However, that is highly unlikely)

Just as I was about to post this I recieved the call that Autie returned home. It seems that she disappeared for a day or two in an effort to get more attention at home. Rest assured she will be punished to the furthest extent of the law.

The Haircut of 2011

Ya'll know the last thing I want to do is bore you with another story. But there are some things that are so impressive (and unbelievable) that they must be shared with others. Therefore us here at The Simple Life Inc bring you...The Haircut of 2011.

It all started on Friday when Adam tried to get his biweekly haircut. He is accustomed to paying not one red cent over $10 for a haircut. Actually until a few years ago he went to a particular barber shop that only charged him $5, but he had to get up at 5 AM on Saturdays in order to "beat the old women who would be lined up at 6 to get their hair permed." Once while we were in college he took for granted that people in Auburn cut hair for $10 and got his haircut without asking the price in advance. He ended up paying $25 and I still hear about it TO. THIS. DAY. Followed by... "and then they had a tip jar! Here's your tip- look both ways before crossing the road." You tell em' A-Master.


The odd thing is that Adam isn't cheap by any stretch of the imagination. We are talking about a man who without reserve will pay upwards of $50 for a fishing pole (which I swear he has one just like it in the barn). And in an effort to avoid sheer pandemonium at Wal Mart he begs me to grocery shop at Winn Dixie. He is a lot of things, but cheap he is not. Until we start talking about his hair. Because, really, who cares about their hair?


He declares that his hair doesn't get long only poofy. In essence A-Master gets an Afro if he goes too long without a trim. He went to his regular girl on Friday and the unacceptable occurred. Someone was already in front of him and he just couldn't bear to sacrifice 10 minutes to wait his turn. So he revolted and didn't get a haircut because he couldn't be bothered with all that waiting.


Fast forward to Saturday. I am currently on the pastor search committee at our church and the committee along with our spouses were having dinner with our, fingers crossed, new pastor and his family Saturday night. While we were in Oxford on Saturday Adam realized that his hair had crossed over into "Afro" status and something must be done. An Afro at our dinner date would simply send the wrong impression. He called one of the salons to inquire about their pricing. In his most serious and mature voice I hear..., "Um, yes ma'am could you tell me the price of your gentleman's haircuts?" (Seriously, gentleman's???) He promptly hung up when he was informed the going rate was $17.95. Unacceptable, people. Unacceptable.


So the 4 of us came home (me, Reese, Adam and his 'fro') and started preparing for our dinner date. Reese helped me make the one and only dish I ever take anywhere- Cast Iron Skillet Apple Pie. I can't take credit for the recipe. I married into it. And I must say that it is a little piece of Heaven right in your mouth!



I had to be at the dinner early so I left Adam behind to get ready and meet me there later. When we got home later that night he ask as he turned his head from side to side,


"So did you notice anything different about me?"

"No. What?"

"I did a little trimming on my hair after you left."


Lord have mercy.


"You did what?"


And then, as he makes clipping motions with his fingers all over his head, I hear "yeah, I used the thinning sheers and just randomly cut."

That sound ya'll just heard was hair stylist far and wide gasping in horror.

On Friday he couldn't bear to wait 10 minutes to get his haircut, but on Saturday he has 30 minutes to waste CUTTING HIS OWN HAIR!


He said that after he "thinned out the 'fro'" so much hair started coming out that he proclaimed out loud to himself, "Uh oh, LeeLee isn't going to like this!"


Bless his heart. With a hair crisis surrounding him who does he think of? Not himself, but his wife. He is a compassionate soul. Thankfully, it wasn't evident to the uninformed eye that he had played beauty shop with thinning sheers. Although after he mentioned it I could tell the 'fro' seemed smaller.


Anyway, on to more important matters. Just to let you know next week is Spring Break. I wasn't sure if I had mentioned that or not. There are rumors that A-Master is taking me on a date that might or might not include a movie and a trip through Chick-Fil-A's drive through for ice cream on the way home. He knows the way to my heart. I desperately need to get my hair "did" next week, but I shiver at the though of having to be somewhere at a certain time during my week off. My hearts desire is to have NOTHING to do next week. Just as I was telling Adam that exact statement this list was presented to me...



What? What'd you say? You didn't know I was a landscaper?

Me neither.

Just my opinion...the list is a little ambitious considering it took us 2 years to paint our back door. I mean, with that kind of list when will I have time to sit and stare at Reese while watching her hair grow?

Sleepovers and Showers

I am so busy right now being excited about Spring Break next week that I don't have time to recap our weekend, but here are the highlights.

I actually took this picture last week, but I forgot about it. She is finally getting enough hair to brush, but we are still a long way from a bow staying in it.






Friday night we went to my sisters house for dinner. As soon as we walked in the door Jolie started with all the "LeeLee, please let me spend the night with Reese. Please! Please!" After her brother and his spend the night company shut her head in the door we decided to rescue her. I don't know who was more excited that she was leaving- Jolie or Clay. Either way she came and read Reese a bed time story and spent the rest of the evening looking through all of Reese's clothes and wearing my high heels.


On Saturday morning Reese had some prunes for breakfast...


While Jolie had Eggos. We at the Robertson residence are a health conscious bunch. Out of no where while eating breakfast Jolie declared, "I hope Reese keeps bein' an 'Arburn' fan." Me too sweetie. Me too.

On Sunday we were busy showering some love on our friends. I was helping give a shower for our friend Candice. We aren't sure which one yet, but Candice and I have discussed in great detail how Reese is going to marry one of her boys. Because, as she says, "her boys aren't going to marry trash!" No ma'am their sure not. Therefore, I present to you Can's dream daughter-in-law.

We also went to Allison's shower. The weather decided to take a turn for the worst and dip down into the 50's causing Allison to worry no one would come to the shower. But fear not Alli because me and Reese E Cup- we don't play that game. We braved the wind and frigid 50 degree temperatures in order to celebrate with her.

A lot like her momma, our girl is easy to entertain. And thinks her daddy is hilarious. She also gets that from me.

I have a story about Adam and his biweekly haircuts that I hope to tell ya'll about this week, but with all my Spring Break excitement I don't know that I am capable of writing a coherent blog post that actually has a point.

Happy Friday

Does it make me look like one of those crazy over the top mothers if I continuously talk about how precious I think she is?? Because Lord knows I don't want ya'll to think I am over the top crazy, but I adore her.

Moving on to topics that ya'll haven't heard me talk about 598 times. Reese and I had a little talk last night and I told her she really needed to eat some prunes since baby food seems to hurt her little tummy. Prunes?! She was scared-

Even a little nervous/concerned-

And for roughly 5 seconds it forced me to stop and question my mothering abilities. Isn't it wrong to make your baby eat something you would NEVER touch? But for the sake of all the midnight crying and tummy ache we would be forced to endure later in the night I pressed on. But I did feel sorry for her as she sat in her little high chair looking at me with those big eyes that looked so trusting. Trusting that her momma wouldn't do her wrong where food is concerned. Let me tell ya'll girlfriend loved the prunes. Loved them. How dare her make me feel all guilty and stuff.

I don't know if it was the prunes or what, but she slept like a little angel last night. (Until 4:00 when she woke up with a nose so stopped up that she couldn't breath while sucking on the ever present binky. So like any good mother I put her in our bed which is a cure-all and she went right back to sleep). This is how good she slept last night. That open mouth kind of sleep that is necessary for maximum rest and relaxation.

This morning Adam told me that we would be putting her in our bed tonight so that she would sleep all night because his dreams and ambitions for Saturday include sleeping till 8. Also in a form of desperation she is going to the chiropractor this afternoon in hopes of getting over all this congestion that keeps hanging around like a mini van in a newly married couples driveway. I'll report back to ya'll how successful this antidote is at decongesting our girl.

Reese's friend Avery Claire (who is also BFF Steph's niece in case some of you out there don't know me at ALL which quiet frankly freaks me out that people could be reading this that don't know me) and her momma, Brooke, sent Reese a Horton Hears a Who! onezie to ensure she celebrated Dr. Seuss's birthday in style. She proudly wore it to daycare on Tuesday and is immensly thankful to them for being so thoughtful.

It made me think about all the Dr. Seuss books of which I have read a staggering 3. But I have high hopes for myself now that I have a baby to read to. My favorite of the 3 being- Oh, The Place You'll Go! Those of you LHS graduates of 2003 please correct me if I am wrong, but I am pretty sure the speaker at our graduation read that book to us the night we finalized our high school experience. Didn't he? Tell me I am not making that up. I admit it was an emotional evening and I possibly cried the ugly cry, but I think I remember that. Anyway, I love that book. It is so relevant to life and I would go read it again, but I am affraid it would remind me of graduation night and all the people I haven't seen since then and I might cry another tear. I mean, get over it Elena! That was like 8 years ago! Plus it's Friday which is the happiest day of the week. I'll wait and read it and reminisce about high school on Monday. Tears on Mondays are much more fitting.