Our Sunday

After yesterday's fierce storms and rain, we woke up today to a near-perfect Sunday.
We got to sleep a little bit late, then got up for coffee and a simple breakfast. We decided to eat lunch "in"...doesn't that make it sound more exciting? Afterward, we did a little bit of shopping at Belk (oh, Yellow Box...I ♥ you) and then on to Marble Slab for a little ice cream therapy. That place is too expensive, but it was a treat. Onward to Lowe's we went--choosing more plants for our 3rd annual summer garden. Jason is so cute the way he gets out there and takes care of everything. Today, he bought the girls two child-sized shovels so they could help him. They were dying to get back home to use them. Five minutes in, they were over it. :(
Oh well...maybe that was better for Jason. I've wandered inside in the last little while to get supper started and it smells like I've walked into my Memaw's house. One the stove tonight is seasoned chicken breast with baby carrots, English peas, and I'm about to make some rice. I absolutely love cooking for my family. I know that probably seems old fashioned, but it makes me tick. My Memaw, Nina, would be so proud of me, I just know it. She always tried to feed you any time you walked in her door. I have lots of her kitchen utinsels and pans now, and I think of her every time I use them. (She ALWAYS had a pound cake in her cake cover!) I hope that my daughers will grow up to be good cooks, wives, mothers, and hostesses.

RIP bronze sandals

A favorite pair of sandals broke today...while I was in Target with all my daughters.
Don't you hate when you finally have to give them up for good? The part that slips between your toes just snapped and I almost tripped over my own feet. No injury, just the skanky fact that I had to then drag my left foot along the floor every other step until I checked out. I had to actually take my shoe off at the door to get to the van. "That's how we do it in 'bama." *eyeroll*

Road Trip

Today we took a road trip to Ellisville, Mississippi (I like to type out the entire word, btw)to help celebrate niece Gracie's 3rd birthday. All week, I've been planning ahead so that we could just enjoy getting there. I found two cute matching outfits for Ava & Marilyn, and Olivia got something different, but equally as summery. If you are a for-real mom, then you know the excitement of dressing your baby in ANYthing unstained. I hung those outfits on the door like a little shrine.
This morning I was dying to dress the girls, but common sense (and history) whispered, "Dooooon't dooooo iiiiiit." So, I dressed them in adorable seersucker outfits and brought the party clothes along on the hangers. The plan would be to dress them once we arrived at the party. Well, thank you, Intuition. I bet we weren't 30 minutes into the trip when Marilyn-the baby-announces, "I'm gonna throw up." And throw up she did. Jason hauled the van off the road (he's had a lot of practice at emergency throw-up detours involving the kids now) and I helped Marilyn get it all out of her system. Breathe. Pass around the hand sanitizer. Back on the road. Wise as I am, I decide to dole out some Pringles thinking the salt will help soothe her tummy. Ava takes a handful, then after eating just a few, hands them back to me and says, "I'm gonna throw up." She wasn't kidding. Back off the road we go.... I get her cleaned up, and take away their Leapster game with new instructions to WATCH THE HORIZON. Ava is very technical-minded, so she loves it when I tell her all about equilibrium and such. Finally, two hours later, we arrive at the party. And guess what? The girls finally get to wear their new, unvomitous (if that's even a word) outfits. : ) They looked adorable and clean!...until the bubbles and pizza. PS--nobody threw up on the way home.