Continous Celebrations

Happy Birthday Meme!! Sylvia turns 85 today- we celebrated with an a fresco luncheon with her daughters, some of her granddaugthers, and one of her 4 great granddaughters. I guess you could say it was a girls lunch.

And she got a special gift- a puppy! Well, soon… her girls gave her a Yorkshire Terrier puppy that is one week old- and ready in June! This gives Meme plenty of time to “think about it” to ensure she is up for the challenge of raising yet another lovey. What will the name be? Penny? Pitty Pat? Tululiah?

The restaurant Meme choose, is one of the only- and I mean only- places she will dine. For an all organic gal, it’s slim pickins’ in our town.  But hey, they grow their own tomatoes. That’s pretty darn fresh.

And an early special birthday to my Mom- otherwise known as Sassy. Pops flew in early from Indianapolis to help his lovely wife watch their darling grandchildren (2 out of the 3), while Mr. Robinson and I enjoy our 10 year anniversary.

Sweet Mazelle drove to join in the celebration with “her girls”.

Mazelle raised my Mom- despite what my Meme sometimes may say.

Yep, TEN YEARS. Some days I think we each deserve a medal around our neck for hanging in there, but most days I think we are flat plain lucky to have found each other. I now see, how older folks say they are more in love now, than when they got married.

Dude, I get it now.

Okay, back to gearing up for more celebrating…. sober style, of course.

PS- Baby doctor appointment went great yesterday. Has two arms, two legs, two hands and feet- a skull and a loud normal, yes I said normal, heart beat. The little boogar is measuring several days farther along now, which I hope means I can shave off more days between now and my due date. After having lost a few pounds, it’s mighty hard to see that scale slowly creeping up… but I know it is all worth it. I know, I know.


The heart beat alone, makes it all worth it.

FacebookTwitterGoogle+EmailShare

Gardens and Guardian Angels

This weekend, for all tense and purposes, was perfect. What started out as relaxing, fun and rare- almost ended horribly this afternoon.

We went on a family golf cart ride after dinner, like we often do. This time, Britton wanted to ride her bike- and wear her new helmet that Nana and Gan got her at the YMCA yesterday. I reluctantly said yes- only because I am often too-over-protective parent. It’s nice to have the compliment of Mr. Robinson who understands that our children have to spread their wings if they are ever to learn to fly.

So off we went, Mr. Robinson, Kenley and myself in the golf cart- Britton pedaling like a champ in front of us. We could barely keep up- that girl can ride.

We made our way to the boat landing in our neighborhood which is a beautiful parcel of land, sloping down to the water, with canoes and picnic tables housed at the waters edge. Once we slowing started navigating our way down the landing, Mr. Robinson looked back to remind Britton to use her breaks. It was then that she started picking up speed, unable to control her bike on the black gravel below. And in that same second, her Dad and I both saw the large metal gate in her way- face level with Britton.

Panic.

I hear my always-calm, ever-steady with the kids-husband yell, “Oh my God” as I try to jump out of the moving golf cart. I hear a bang but am too afraid to look.

All I can think is that her beautiful face, just hit a wide metal gate at an uncontrolled speed- how fast can I get to the house to get my cell phone and call 911? Can I run? Can I pick her up and carry her with me?

Mr. Robinson quickly stops and parks the golf cart, on a hill- on the gravel, with Kenley also stunned- and runs to us. She stands up, holds up and hands and says, “I’m okay! I’m okay. I’m okay.”

Thank you Lord.

That child has been blessed with the ability to think on her feet- just like the time she was on an uncontrolled galloping horse, calm under pressure.

When she realized she was gaining speed, she put her feet down instead of using the brakes, then on instinct held her elbows up to block the bar from hitting her face.

It must have hit the top of her helmet, so she fell off her bike with only a sore neck– and a fast beating heart.

Thank you Lord.

Thank you Lord.

Just had to get that off my chest… maybe by tomorrow my heart will stop beating so fast.

In the meantime, she got back on the saddle– or this time, back on the seat, and rode her bike home.

On a much happier note- weekend #4 of beautiful weather in our slice of America.
Nana and Gan took the girls to the local YMCA for youth festivities- followed by a trip to the Circus (the local University has a circus each year). Tight rope walkers, clowns, cotton candy- you name it, we got it.
The girls had a blast. Thank you Nana and Gan!

My Cinderellas wanted to mop the whole house, so their evil stepmother (me) oversaw their chores but still wouldn’t let them go to the ball.

A bird has made her nest on our front porch. Britton drags out her chair every day to take a peak.

Our confederate Jasmine this time of year- is divine.  I pick some every day and place around the house. Including my car- an attempt to cover up the crushed goldfish and spilt juice odor.

She never gets tired of picking flower.

These two really got a chance to bond with me gone last weekend.

After Psalm Sunday today, we went to a local Plantation for an Old Fashioned Spring Party complete with picnic blankets, ice cream Sundays, cookies, lemonade, sac racing, and live music.

This is a week full of celebrations in our family.

Tuesday is Meme’s 85th birthday.
Wednesday is Mom’s 6xth birthday.
Thursday is our 10 year anniversary.
Friday is Good Friday.
Sunday, of course, is the resurrection of Christ.

Does it get any better than this?

Getting ready for the Egg Racing with her spoon. I think this child went through the ice cream Sunday line two, maybe even three times.

Tomorrow I have an appointment with a perinatologist- some time of fancy screening they can do now. I am half holding up hope that he will give us an idea as to the sex of the baby- but not holding my breath altogether.

Here’s to a good (and Holy) week, and guardian angels.

Yesterday and Today

I msis the days of snack time, playing with Barbies, wearing my PJ’s all morning, watching Little House on the Prarie and that pretty much being the extent of my day.

Now it’s packing lunches, driving carpool, putting away toys, helping with homework, clipping coupons (new task- thanks to TLC Extreme Couponing that Mr. Robinson and Britton LOVE) and folding laundry.

Things are exactly the same as when I was young (above), yet totally different (below).
Now, teachers put homework assignments online, kids have blackberries, have websites bookmarked, and ask for a “Tweeter” account in second grade. And no, she didn’t get one.

What will it be like in another 25 years?

Little Treasures

First… Yuck, yuck, yuck. I will be thrilled, and blessed, to have this first trimester behind me. Not sure when the first trimester is over— but it has to been soon. At least that is what I am going to keep telling myself. Maybe I will look it up in my pregnancy book from 2002.
Second, found this antique bench on my trip this weekend. Cannot wait to recover in something fun – with some added fringe for pizazz. Animal print? Damask? Plaid? Floral? Oh, the decisions…

Ignore the blurry, overexposed photo…. the family room gets zero natural light making it loads of fun to try to get a clean photo.

Mr. Robinson wasn’t too happy when I snuck my second round of purchases into the house, no thanks to B ratting me out. I was quick to point out that the stool cost only $25. At that point, he loved it and thought we should leave the 10 year old stained fabric that is currently on the stool. Let me know think about that for a minute. Um?? No!

And this little piece from a nice little french dealer. I am a sucker for French decor and had originally looked at a couple of coffee tables that I could have glass cut for. Smart Aunt Coco was quick to point out that we don’t need a (second) glass coffee table so I opted for the already upholstered table. Don’t mind the burlap sac that is temporarily covering the piece- I made my first trip to the fabric store today looking for the perfect print to cover this little boogar in.

Speaking of fabric— and French— saw this and thought it would be perfect for either recovering a seat, stool or making a pillow. It’s 100% European linen, so for $15/yard a girl’s gotta get just one little measly yard. I love you Mr. Robinson if you are reading, and I know you are.

Maybe a little girl’s nursery? Just sayin’…..

I have no idea what it says, but I think it’s purty.

Oh- and the Hobby Lobby did me right with these what-cha-ma-call-its for $6.99. Don’t know what they are called but with super tall ceilings it can work year round in our family room.

Okay… so I also love Florentine. Florentine is hand-painted by Italian artisans following the old traditional methods and handcrafted in Florence, Italy. Mmm, mmmm good.

That’s all I have to say about that.

Hot-lanter

Holla! We are back from a fun, fast-paced, shop filled, friend time in Hot-lanta.

Us girls hit Scott’s Antique Mall, TJ Maxx Home Goods, The Dump (yep, real place- not a public bathroom), my first Hobby Lobby experience, and several yummy restaurants along the way.

What more can a gal need out of a weekend?

See? I don’t make this stuff up.

We took my Godchild with us everywhere we went, and what a trooper her is. Not a peep out of this little fellow– and here I thought I had good babies….

Thumbs up to shopping!

Hotel Jordan… now I can picture where Aunt Coco lives. And it was like checking into a hotel- Erikka and I each had our own guest room, complete with monogrammed towels, private bathroom, TV. The only thing missing was the chocolate on our pillows during nightly turn down service.

My favorite may have been this Mexican dough bowl for $18. Yep, eighteen. I plan to fill it with moss/wicker balls and put it on my kitchen table.

I was thoroughly impressed with Mr. Robinson’s lofty  pursuits, and ultimate execution of his activities with his girls. He took them to the coast, 9 miles offshore for some Grouper fishing with another buddy and his 5 year old. 2 men, 3 little girls, and nothing but sunshine and fish. Not so bad- gone are the days of Mr. Robinson sitting at home on the weekends when I am gone- growing a beard, and calling to see when I would be back.

Instead I got a phone call Friday morning from a peppy husband and two giddy children that had left for school early- after each child dressed herself- even Kenley who put a bow in her hair. I asked the girls why they never dress themselves (although Britton does) for me on school mornings- and K responded with, “because you’re not here”. Duh, silly me. Just drives home my point once again, there’s something special about Daddies and their little girls.

On to the next stop….

I bought these, several weeks ago, on a whim for B. If any girl I know can pull these off, it’s her. She loves her silver sequined tennis shoes and refuses to wear them to school on P.E. days afraid they may lose a sequin. That’s my girl.

I did miss this on my trip.

Any my backyard sunsets…

When I left it was 43 degrees, when I came back… only 48 hours later I found that Spring was gone and 85 degree weather had arrived to take its place.

This one here knows something is going on inside my body- she won’t leave my side. If I get off the bed to get water, so does Poochie. If I walk into the kitchen briefly, Poochie is trotting closely behind. If I am folding laundry, Poochie is laying on it looking intently into my eyes. Dogs are smart like that.

Britton’s second year of Piano lessons are winding down- while she needs constant bribery reminding to practice, I am torn as to whether or not to make her continue on.

On one hand, I want her to keep it up because most adults now wish they hadn’t quit their musical instrument as a child. But on the other, I can’t help but feel like Amy Chua from Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother. This was Bookclub #1’s latest read, which takes the perspective of Chinese parenting where the parent’s don’t give children a choice, and are pushy and strict for the child’s benefit. I don’t want to be Amy Chua. 

But I don’t want B giving up something that takes such little time on her part.  Jury is still out….

I’ve always tried to correlate the number of after school activities with the grade of my child. For instance, Britton is in second grade this year, so she has 2 activities (horse riding and piano). Next year, she can take 3. And so on… Maybe I need to go read a book on Eastern parenting now, ha. Nah, I wouldn’t pay any attention to what anyone else said anyway.