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Fall It List: The Rugby Polo
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Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
She's a STAR
http://www.hillphotography.net/babies3.html#
Lorelai is on the Hill Photography website! She was 10 months old in that picture.
Lorelai is on the Hill Photography website! She was 10 months old in that picture.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Look:
It's no wonder that Michelle Obama loves J.Crew. They have a "Lorelei" dress, I love it and think I'll order it:
http://www.jcrew.com/AST/Browse/WomenBrowse/Women_Shop_By_Category/dresses/solidstextures/PRDOVR~10679/10679.jsp
http://www.jcrew.com/AST/Browse/WomenBrowse/Women_Shop_By_Category/dresses/solidstextures/PRDOVR~10679/10679.jsp
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
12 teeth and other updates...
This post is because I enjoy looking back through my blog and seeing how much she has changed....
Lorelai is only 14 months old but has 12 teeth! She is unbelievably pretty, has the longest eye lashes I have ever seen, is smart as a whip and loves all electronics... especially computers and cameras. It has become increasingly harder to take pictures of her because she wants to look at the camera and use it too! Her favorite song of the moment is "Here comes Peter Cottontail" and she sings 'ha ha ha' (hop hop hop). She has severe separation anxiety, and gets physically sick from it. She sleeps through the night from 8 PM to between 6 and 7:30 AM. Hallelujah for that! Her favorite chore is going to the mail box, and does so a couple of times each day with her Grandpa (after the first trip he sneaks other paper in for her to retrieve and deliver to her Grammy). She waves hi and bye at everything. Her hair is getting longer and longer, and hangs in her eyes if I don't clip it back. .... Oh her favorite food is dried apple pieces, that she calls "nak" (snacks)! And, as always her absolute favorite thing in the world is the kitty-cat, which she now calls "tat"...
Lorelai is only 14 months old but has 12 teeth! She is unbelievably pretty, has the longest eye lashes I have ever seen, is smart as a whip and loves all electronics... especially computers and cameras. It has become increasingly harder to take pictures of her because she wants to look at the camera and use it too! Her favorite song of the moment is "Here comes Peter Cottontail" and she sings 'ha ha ha' (hop hop hop). She has severe separation anxiety, and gets physically sick from it. She sleeps through the night from 8 PM to between 6 and 7:30 AM. Hallelujah for that! Her favorite chore is going to the mail box, and does so a couple of times each day with her Grandpa (after the first trip he sneaks other paper in for her to retrieve and deliver to her Grammy). She waves hi and bye at everything. Her hair is getting longer and longer, and hangs in her eyes if I don't clip it back. .... Oh her favorite food is dried apple pieces, that she calls "nak" (snacks)! And, as always her absolute favorite thing in the world is the kitty-cat, which she now calls "tat"...
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Trying to post a cool video...
I stole this video from SEPH! It's really neat, and even neater now I know how to put a You Tube video on the blog! Thanks Derek!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Friday, January 09, 2009
Forward of the Day
The Invisible Mother
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'Obviously, not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible Mom.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? & Can you open this?Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?'; I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.'It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:'To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:
-No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names.
-These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.
-They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.
-The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte . I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.
When I really think about it, I don't want my daughter to tell the friend she's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want her to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to her friend, to add, 'you're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot see if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'Obviously, not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible Mom.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? & Can you open this?Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?'; I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.'It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:'To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:
-No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names.
-These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.
-They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.
-The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte . I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.
When I really think about it, I don't want my daughter to tell the friend she's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want her to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to her friend, to add, 'you're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot see if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Drapes
Here are my fabulous new drapes! A special thank you to Leigh for these, they're amazing and we love how they look! The dining room is almost finished now.. I have plans to paint the walls an army/olive green color then re-applying the stencil, and re-covering the dining room chairs too! The decorating to-do list is getting shorter and shorter! YAY!
The above link is one of my inspiration photos, I love how high the drapes are hung and how much the puddle on the floor!
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Sock Cat
Lorelai's favorite stuffed animal is her sock cat, named Pinky! She is such a loving little girl and always kisses and hugs her baby dolls, stuffed animals, and even the characters in her books.. adorable!!
The finished location...
Here is a picture of Lorelai's doll house book shelf in her room, I think it looks fantastic, and she loves being able to reach all of her stuffed animals and books!
Monday, January 05, 2009
Economy
The economic crisis is dangerously close to hitting our family...
http://www.jacksonsun.com/article/20090103/NEWS01/901030305/1002/NEWS17
http://www.jacksonsun.com/article/20090103/NEWS01/901030305/1002/NEWS17
Sunday, January 04, 2009
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Interesting Study
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/sfmoms/detail?&entry_id=32375
This is a very interesting article, and very relevant for us since Lorelai goes to the Day-Care of Grammy & Grandpa!
This is a very interesting article, and very relevant for us since Lorelai goes to the Day-Care of Grammy & Grandpa!
Sleeping in the high chair...
Poor baby fell asleep before I could even get her out of the high chair after lunch.
Friday, January 02, 2009
Touchdown! Go Rebels!
Congratulations to the 2009 Cotton Bowl Champions! Between Rusty and I we collectively attended Ole Miss for around a decade's worth of tuition dollars... we met during move-in week in 1999 at Brown Dormitory, for a few years after that we saw each other nearly everyday at the AOPi house where Rusty was a houseboy, we were married on campus in Paris-Yates Chapel in 2005, we have three University of Mississippi degrees between the two of us, and I would love for Lorelai to move to Oxford in 2025 and be a Rebel too! Anyway, we are very BIG fans and we're thrilled about the victory! Hotty Toddy!
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