Mr. Bowtie

Mr. Bowtie

After several Sundays (okay, four years) of Raynes wearing tennis shoes to church I decided it was high time he wore some proper church clothing on Sundays. Now how to shop for a little boy?

Mr. Bowtie via grateful simplicity

Mr. Bowtie(s)

 

As luck would have it, we had some time to kill at the mall on Veteran’s Day (did you know that AMC theater now has assigned seating?! Which is great if you know in advance that you are going to the movie, but bad if you show up last minute with your younger children).  So with an hour to kill in between show times we stopped into Belks where we found slacks, a blazer (with gold buttons that R loves). There was a selection of ties and Raynes quickly went to the bow ties and knew exactly which ones he wanted. He felt like a big boy and proudly walked into the 9:45 SUN service with us (a first!) sporting his new duds. And to top it all off, Pastor Wayne was also wearing his signature bow tie and managed to snap this photo.  Church and bowties!

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Catie Tyler- sneak peak

Courtney brought Catie Tyler over on Sunday for her two week glamour shots – complete with wardrobe  changes and props.  Catie Tyler was having none of it yet we managed to get some great pictures of her precious, pink round face.  Having arrived almost a month early,  I have dubbed her the ‘plus size premie.’  And for good reason….  So many more where this came from but here’s a sneak peak.

Catie Tyler via grateful simplicity

Catie Tyler- sneak peak [2 weeks]

Be still my heart, with her pink tu tu.

Welcome to the World, Catie Tyler

My best friend had a baby. And I was there. Well, technically on the other side of the well, but still. I was there. Welcome to the world, Catherine Tyler “Catie Tyler.”  I feel privileged to have been one of the first to have heard you cry for the first time (even if the nurse did kick us out for trying to sneak a peak too early). Coco made child birth look easy without sweat, yelling, and even more surprising… no foul language. Who does that?

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A great indication of a beautiful family of four’s future!

Rosemary Beach in October… my happy place

Pop’s side of the family held a mini-reunion at Rosemary Beach a few weeks ago, which is when I decided that hands-down, October is the most beautiful time to be at the beach.  No comparison. No way. No how.

 

Rosemary via grateful simplicity

I love this little guy so much I could just hold him forever and never let go. Even with all the questions that would follow my embrace.

Rosemary in October… my happy place.

Rosemary via grateful simplicity

The early bird gets the worm… and the sunset.

 

 

This is the first trip where Britton brought a friend (who is really more like family) allowing the little kids to to claim most of our attention guilt-free. Which is probably how we ended up in the Sugar Shak with these three. It was like the Munchkins meet Willa Wonka’s Chocolate Factory.

Rosemary via grateful simplicity

bartering

 

 

We also happened to stumble upon this author who was in the midst of a book signing at The Hidden Lantern Bookstore.  What are the chances?!

Rosemary via grateful simplicity

 

Then followed the polka dot bikini girl to the nearest pool to wear off the 6 lbs of sugar they devoured. And no, it did’t work.

Rosemary via grateful simplicity

Rosemary via grateful simplicity

Britton and Isabell scouting for boys.. I mean ice cream. Rosemary is one of the few places left where your kids can actually ride their bikes safely for hours

 

 

This one here is growing up but we are not allowed to remind her. We will keep on putting big bows in that hair, not matter how tall she gets (and despite the fact we now wear the same size shoe).

Rosemary via grateful simplicity

 

Rosemary via grateful simplicity

Rosemary via grateful simplicity

 

 

More birthday celebrating. We’ve been working on that toothy smile of his-  poor little guy.

Rosemary via grateful simplicity

Rosemary via grateful simplicity

Rosemary via grateful simplicity

I awoke one morning to find Pops entertaining the littles this way. I pretended not to see....

I awoke one morning to find Pops entertaining the littles this way. I pretended not to see….

Rosemary via grateful simplicity

Rosemary via grateful simplicity Rosemary via grateful simplicity

Rosemary via grateful simplicity

I received notification in the mail recently that this domain name was nearing expiration and I’m thinking of letting it go. With a hectic scheduled which stays full with children, their activities, full time jobs, errands and chores it is becoming increasingly difficult to find the time to take photos let alone try to download, edit and come up with something in the form of a cohesive sentence. Perhaps Instagram would be the happy medium– short, sweet and to the point. It would be a shame to let it go after almost 10 years of blogging. We shall see…..

Homecoming

Twenty years have come and gone, in the blink (or two) of an eye.  Our Class of 1995 came together for the Round 2 of the 10 year reunion- complete with parades, pep rallies, school visits, dinners and a little bar hoppin’ for good measure.

Homecoming via grateful simplicity

Only now there were a bunch of little people hanging with us. Who are you and why are you calling me mom?

Homecoming via grateful simplicity

Kenley, Ruby and Lilli

 

 

Homecoming via grateful simplicity

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Homecoming via grateful simplicity

Homecoming via grateful simplicity

 

This one here never turns down the opportunity to break out her old cheerleading gear. When you are that little and can still fit in in, why not?

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LaToya and her “MHS” practice shirt

 

Homecoming via grateful simplicity

Homecoming via grateful simplicity

Aunt Muffy and her little muffins- Claire and Hanley- made the transcontinental flight to our little town for the occasion.

Homecoming via grateful simplicity

Homecoming 2015

 

I’m told that from this point on we begin to have reunions every 5 years. I sure hope it’s not because they’re worried we’re going to start disappearing….  Here’s to a hot and muggy Tuesday!