Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr

It’s freaking cold in the south. Dang.

With the cold weather, we have been hunkered down in the house more than usual.

I’ve been a mean, lean, reading machine lately – thanks to my Kindle.
Recent reads include BabyProof by Emily Giffin The Art of Dancing in the Rain by Garth Stein, and I Still Dream About You by Fannie Flagg.  Thus far, Garth’s book is the best as it is told through the eyes of a dog. Makes me look at my hoochie mama in a whole new light.

As promised, this afternoon I took ‘maternity’ photos of a girlfriend- some of them turned out really cool. I best not post them just yet, since she hasn’t seen them yet- but my photographer friend Whitney is right, ‘lightening is everything’.

The is the remaining 1/2 cord of wood that was delivered 4 weeks ago. We have been some fire making fools.

More leaves left to fall, and blow, and bag, and leave at the curb.
Who am I kidding? When Quint, our so-nice-lawn care-man blows and mows each month, that is the extent of our participation in fallen leave removal.

Hence, the many leaves on our back patio.

Yep, when it’s 35 degrees outside all Mom’s get a free pass to plug children into their iPads- guilt free.

4 weeks and counting… 2/11/11 baby boy #3 should be making a debut.

Excited to have found this leather pin we bought in Laguna this summer… the little things that are exciting.

Getting ready to gear up for their 5th birthday.

Obviously I have hit an all time low cold point taking photos of the front stained-glass door of our home.

 But I have to admit, it is kind of cool. The cool weather that is. Lots of sweaters, ear muffs (Britton has me on a hunt for children’s ear muffs which are surprisingly hard to find), new school jackets (again, hard to find her size in NAVY BLUE in the middle of winter), fires, cider, North Face fleece, hot coffee in the mornings and afternoons, doggie sweaters, the winter bathrobes, Mr. Robinson’s long PJ pants, dark nail polish, good hair days, stocking, Ughs, and corduroys. Yum!

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So, I am trying to tweak this dang thing. With blogger updates, new templates, fonts, it’s hard to keep things straight. I have managed to finagle the layout of the blog- and am to tired to mess with it. So for now, the big photos will have to ‘run off the road’ over the sides of the screen for now.

On the way home from preschool pickup last week, I had a long, deep discussion with my 4 year old. It went a little something like this.

Me- ‘What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Kenley- “A dentist. And my office will be in your house”.
Me “why do you want to be a dentist?”
K- Because they know all about teeth.
Me- Who is the President of the US?
K- George Washington
Me- What makes you happy?
K- When I see Poochie and my best friends.

It is wet, cold and quite “nipply”. We are burning through our firewood at a rapid pace.
Britton started learning cursive today.

We also had our first dinner table standoff. We tell Britton to eat her 3 carrots and tiny portion of organic venison sloppy joe (love my new Southern Living Cookbook from Amazon)- and she says she isn’t hungry.

I then get her lunch box out of her back pack only to find her entire uneaten sandwich, uneaten pickle, uneaten fruit wrap, and uneaten applesauce.  Did I mention that she decided she didn’t want french toast sticks this morning- so I gave her a second breakfast which she also did not eat. I am not sure which bugs me more, the not eating or the wastefulness.

I am proud to report, that it is 30-love, post standoff. Mommy gets a point. I don’t know tennis terms but I remember something about love = 0. At any rate, she ate her three measly carrots and got a big high five from her finally-not-nagging-mama. Lordy- this parenting stuff is freakin’ hard.

Before this southern storm freezing cold weather got here, we made it to the park for a good 15 minute play before the sun went down. We hadn’t been there in months- just like old times.

Only now they can make it across the monkey bars without help OR fear.

And climb onto things that were too high just a short time ago.

Aunt Britty and “Fat Ass” Allie Boone made it to Meme’s last week. Somehow, that baby manages to get cuter and cuter.

Gone are the days of napping. We are lucky to get the rare days of “rest time”. Stuffed animals make for a good audience. I bet they eat their dinner.

Aunt Dee Dee made some stylish infant knit embellished Ughs.

A girl and her toys.

Another playground, another friend. Wouldn’t you love to know what they were talking about while they swung peacefully next to one another….

I hear lots of water and laughing coming from the bathroom- I better go check things out before I have water coming out the hallway.

My (yes, my) Baby Girl

Looky, looky who I got today…. at my very own house, with my very own niece, with the rain pouring outside our windows.

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Mary is now helping to raise the 3rd Robinson girl.. I know, I know.. technically her Allie Boone’s last name isn’t Robinson— but go with it. She is such a sweet baby- in fact, the only time I have heard her cry was when she was born. And even then she hesitated long enough to give her Sassy and Auntie G a brief scare. I keep hoping that she will hold out, and then be a rebellious teenager. Just when her Mama thinks she is an angel. Wait, did I just say that outloud?  Check out Poochie Mama- she, too, thought she was  baby. Just because I dress her, hold her, and feed her- doesn’t make her a baby. I’ve tried to tell her she’s a puppy.

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She was very mild mannered during her “photo session” this afternoon. A first- my sister picked up my children, while I babysat her daughter.

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With all the germs that have been lingering in our household since Christmas, today was the first time my children have seen their first, and only, cousin since the hospital.  A nice mid-week surprise.

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