Girlfriends – Chapter 2

Last week at this time, my high school girlfriends and I were putting on matching white shirts, coordinating blue jeans and dolling ourselves up to relive the good ol’ days at a coastal night club. Danya taught us how to dance the twerk, I taught them how to Instagram, and Darby introduced us to the latest health foods. It was a win, win for all- as Shea often says.  We reunite every summer for our annual ‘girls weekend’ and come hell or high water, we all seem to make the voyage.  Thankfully, Erikka makes cozies and cups for the event as our take-home party favors each summer.

Darby consistently delivers by packing old high school pictures, giving us sore stomachs from all the reflective laughter.

We may get older, but apparently we never really grow up.

 We really just laugh at each other, because that’s what friends do- make fun of one another.

Only your girlfriends can make you laugh this hard.

 Well, that and seeing a dubious picture of Danya at our high school Anchor Club initiation.

One thing that has certainly changed since 1995 is the integration of mobile phones into our lives- this was the typical scene from the weekend. All I can say, is thank you God for not having Facebook around when we were all in high school.

Fast forward to tonight, and I am now 36 years old, at home with my 9, 7 and 1 year old folding laundry and discussing how coal is made with Britton. I sure had a blast last Friday (and counting down the months until our next ‘Girls Weekend’), but love where I am tonight.

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Photography 2.0 | Operation Special Project

My friend asked me to take some photos of her kiddos recently (Sassy and I have some special projects in the works). Although I do not consider myself a “real” photographer- it sure does help having littles this stinking precious!

Weezer, you done good girl!

Camping | Then and Now

Summer camp has come a long way, thanks to technology. When I went to camp, 100 years ago, I wrote a letter (with a pen) and mailed it (with a stamp). Seven days letter, if I was lucky, I would get a response.  The pictures I took (with film) couldn’t be developed until after I got home- and even then about 50% of the shots were overexposed and black or orange. 

Today we have camps with a emailing capability, facebook, instagram, texting and live video streaming, I can see what my girl is doing in real time. I know I sound like an old person, but that’s just crazy to me.
For the second year, Britton is attending a week long Methodist camp with our church. Thanks to her Pastor’s iPhone, it looks like my B is having a great time, and the homesick letters (like I used to write) will not be making an appearance as I once had feared. 
I once went to a ‘Fashion Fitness and Fun’ Girl Scout camp. I  dragged my dear friend Courtney with me- we must have been about Britton’s age (4th grade) and the camp was about an hour outside of town. Think Florida. Think heat. The cabins, if you could call them that, had mosquito nets over them, which should have been my first clue.
It didn’t take the two of us long to realize we were at the wrong camp. That’s when the letters pleading for our parents to come get us started. When that failed, we feigned headaches, stomach aches and any other ailments we could conjure while at the camp clinic. Unsuccessful in our attempts to break free, we made a last ditch effort while on a field trip to a local cosmetology school and department store. While walking out of Gayfers, we saw one of our mother’s friends and ran to her, grabbing her hands, crying, asking her to please please call our moms to come pick us up. Mind you, the camp was only 7 days long and an hour away from our homes. 
Sweet Mrs. Elliot did make the call, bless your heart. But alas, our parents didn’t care about our planters warts, headaches, or pathetic letters. Our pitiful selves continued on at ‘Fashion Fitness and Fun’ until the end of the week. I think Courtney and I still have nightmares about first our summer camp experience.
Not Britton.
Luckily, summer camp was redeemed for us when we attended Camp Crestridge in North Carolina several summers later. Enough to attend not once, but twice.
According to the Facebook photos, looks like she had chicken nuggets for dinner tonight. 
As the kids were in the car yesterday morning, while I ran inside for the 14th time for that last minute item, Britton and Kenley listened to music. As we were reversing down the driveway, trying to get to church in a hurry, Britton repeated to me what she had heard on the radio. 
We ask God for help and from Him we get hope. Not because hope is different but because it is the same.”
Well said, little wise girl. 
Now go have some fun!

For the Record….

After spending several days away from my family (girls weekend- woo hoo), I’ve come to the realization that I do a lot of tongue-in-cheek complaining about my 3rd little one. So for the record, sweet Ginger, I just want you to know….

You are what makes us.



Now I have to get back to doing exciting things like unloading the dishwasher, taking the trash out, and folding laundry, while my window of opportunity is still slightly open.

Summer, Summer, Summertime

It be hot. Got to love a 3:00 phone call inviting your crew over for  Popsicles and water play. Don’t mind if I do….

 Whitty J turns 1 this week…

Potty training….

Auntie Lindsey makes a good party planner- there were snacks, bubbles and lemonade paired with the 100 degree sunshine. What more do you need?

Kenley is never too old to jump in the fun with her younger cousins and brother. She  versatile like that.

Another day, another play date trying to find ways to beat this heat and have a little fun in the process. Gotta love Florida!