eggstra special sunrise.

Because P was sick on Easter Sunday, we decided to attend the Easter sunrise service on the square in McDonough. It was outside and there were very few children in attendance, so we felt confident that P's germs were contained. (I really hate when moms bring their sick kids to school or church. Leave them at home, people.) The service was beautiful, with perfect weather, a good mix of local preachers, and over five hundred people in attendance. It was quite refreshing to attend church outdoors while watching the sun rise over our quaint and cozy little town square. P was an angel throughout the entire service, talking only once to point out the moon to his daddy. He danced and "sang" to the hymns and watched the speakers intently. We were very proud parents.

After the service, he was crawling with excitement to check out the bell tower, which chimed on the seven o'clock hour during the service.


He waited as patiently as a two year old can wait for the bells to sound again.




The bells are actually quite loud. I'm surprised they didn't scare P. He is definitely not afraid. He has asked to go back every day since.

I actually convinced the boys to pose for a quick picture in front of this pretty dogwood tree..



And I got a picture with my sweet boy.


It was a great sunrise service in the square. We just may make it an Easter tradition.

number two.

After five ultrasounds, eight appointments, and a heartbeat as further assurance, I can finally and officially confirm that baby number two is on the way! It has been a roller coaster ride the past three months, with some extreme nausea and vomiting, miscarriage scares, and utter fatigue, but we could not be more excited about our new precious bundle. I am finally feeling much better as I enter trimester number two and I am looking forward to the next few months. I love being pregnant. But I especially love the second trimester.

So, for documentation purposes, here are some facts about this pregnancy thus far. This pregnancy was a complete surprise. I know, I sound like that dumb high schooler that doesn't know what causes babies, but I finally understand those "surprise" stories you hear about. For those of you that know me, you know that I am a planner. But God's plans for us were different. We now know that God's plan was much better than ours. Phoenix and the new little rice cake will be about two and a half years apart in age, and I really think their age difference will be absolutely perfect. We could not have asked for better timing. I am due 10/10/10, which is really cool. I doubt I will actually give birth on my due date, since P was five days early, but, hey, you never know. So, that makes me 12 weeks, 5 days today. This pregnancy has been completely opposite from mine with Phoenix. With Phoenix, I was not very sick, had zero cravings, my only aversion was meat, and my skin remained blemish-free the entire nine months. With this little peanut, I was miserably sick for about five weeks, I crave a bizarre variety of foods but I can only eat something once and then that craving flies out the window, and my skin is an absolute mess. I must get back to the dermatologist in the next few weeks. I need some serious help. My sense of smell is also sharper than a razor. Almost all smells made me sick, including my husband's soap. That was interesting. I even made him move his coffee pot to the garage because the smell of fresh coffee brewing makes me green. But once I reached week eleven, most of these crazy things have dissipated. I even let my poor hubby make coffee in the kitchen this morning.

And, of course, I must include some ultrasound pictures. I know these may be quite boring and basically look like a satellite image of Hurricane Katrina, but to me, they are very precious. This blog is my baby book for these two kiddos, so I must include them.

We got to know the ultrasound tech quite well, and she always cracked me up with how she described the images of our baby. So in Ms. Ultrasound Tech's words, here is our baby blob at 5 weeks, 1 day. We finally got an image of the embryonic sac, yolk sac, and a fetal pole! This was the first time we heard our baby's heartbeat. I"m tearing up just typing this. It was the sweetest sound.


And here is our baby tadpole at 7 weeks, 4 days. You can kind of distinguish the head from the body.


And we went back yesterday for our twelve week appointment and heard the baby's heartbeat on the doppler. It was nice and strong and reassurance that this baby is alive and strong. So, do you think it's a boy or girl? I have a hunch, but I'm not quite ready to share my thoughts on this. Just for fun, answer the poll in my sidebar. It will be interesting to see what you think. And, FYI, our family friend that has been an obstetrician for thirty plus years swears that every pregnancy is different and that it has nothing to do with the sex of the baby, but all to do this the mother's hormone levels before and after she got pregnant.

We could not be more excited about our baby on the way. Phoenix cannot stop talking about his new brother or sister. We are overjoyed and thankful for this blessing God has given us.

shiner.

Two days in a row. I'm on a roll.

My son got in his very first fight. With the coffee table. And I think the coffee table won.


Of course, the fight occurred on a Sunday. It always seems to happen that way, huh? We rushed him straight to the emergency after hours pediatrician's office. I admit, I was freaking out a little. P acted very quiet and reserved on the ride to the doctor. I swore he had a concussion. Turns out, he was just upset that he lost the fight. He's a typical guy. His pride was hurt more than his noggin'.

He doesn't look too upset about the incident in these pictures, does he? His new jumper from Granny and Grandpa makes everything all better.


You should see his eye today. It really looks like he comes from an abusive home. It's black and yellow and still kinda purple in spots. It's real pretty. I'm sure this won't be the last black eye for P. At least this one was from the coffee table and not some punk kid at school.

happy 2nd birthday, baby boy!

If I only post once in March, at least it's a post to wish my sweet baby boy a happy birthday. He has brought us so much happiness in just two short years. It is hard to imagine how dull and bland our life was before his arrival. I thank God everyday that He blessed us with a perfect son. We love you so much, Phoenix!


I say this at every age, but two has to be my most favorite age yet. P cracks us up everyday. The things he says are hilarious and we laugh all.the.time. His latest phrase is "How you doin'?". I swear he says it just like Joey from Friends. He still likes to jump, only now, he's mastered jumping off of things, like the couch, coffee table, or the stairs. It's kind of crazy, actually. He is extremely well-mannered. He says please and thank you often. This week alone, I think he thanks me for his birthday party last weekend at least every 2 minutes.
P: "Mama? Mama. Thank you."
Me: "For what baby?"
P: "Thank you for my birthday party, mama."
Me: "You're welcome, buddy."
P: "More birthday parties, mama?"
Me: "Next year, baby. Next year."
He melts my heart. We love him so much. Happy birthday, buddy.

snow 2010.

I know I've been a slacker. And I apologize. It snowed here in GA on February 12th. Not just any snow. It was a blizzard to us southern folks. And here it is, February 24th, and I'm just getting around to posting these adorable pics of my snow bunny. What kind of mom am I?

We got about 5 inches of snow, once it was all said and done. So pretty. I wish we would get a snow like this at least once a year. I don't think it has snowed like this since the early nineties. P loved it. He drug all of his beach shovels and buckets outside and shoveled snow until the sun went down. He must have felt obligated to clear the driveway before his daddy got home from work.



I tried to get him to make a snow angel, and this was about as far as we got with that.


In true southern fashion, we went to the grocery store for bread, milk, and firewood and snuggled up by the fire that evening with mugs of yummy hot chocolate. I love making priceless memories with my family. These warm and fuzzy moments are what make my world go round.

The next morning, I had to be at work at 8am. And the roads were a mess. But my sweet husband put his life on the line to make sure I made it to work on time. He makes so many sacrifices for us. Plus, I think men just have to prove themselves sometimes. The early morning light was beautiful. I took loads of pictures hanging out the window while Taylor was driving.





We are fortunate to live in the South, where snow storms are a treat, rather than an inconvenience. And then the snow melts, and everything returns to normal.

pint-sized picasso.

We may have an artist on our hands. He takes his painting rather seriously.


He uses a variety of brushes to obtain just the right texture. He mixes colors to get that perfect shade of cerulean blue. He even paints with both hands. My little ambidextrous artist....


Check out his first masterpiece. I guess he's an impressionist at heart.


I have confidence that his art will be showcased at the Louvre one day. I better go ahead and get these pieces insured. Such a proud painter.


I love his incredible seriousness. He keeps us laughing.

splish splash....

P loves the bath.

let them eat (cup)cake.

I love reading about up and coming hot spots and am always looking for something new to do with my family. I got a great tip from one of my favorite bloggers, Bakerella, about a quaint little cupcake shop in Atlanta called Little Cake Bakery. And who needs a better excuse to check them out? They sell gourmet cupcakes, for crying out loud! And my boys were eager to give their taste buds a break from all of my recent Skinny Girl meal creations.

We spent fifteen minutes deciding which flavor to choose. Their selection was ginormous. P didn't care. His taste buds don't discriminate. He wanted all of them.


We bought three cupcakes, one for me, one for Taylor, and one for P. Although, I do believe P ate two and a half of the three. We finally decided on a basic chocolate/vanilla one for P. You can't go wrong with this classic.


Taylor chose the other two: Marie Antoinette (their signature) and Boston Creme. Yummo.


P barely let me snap pictures of our divine little treats before digging right in. All he could say was, "Get in my belly, you pupcake". No, not really. But from this facial expression, you probably get the picture. P takes cake eating quite seriously.


He can shovel in some sweet treats. Using both his hand and a fork. He didn't waste any time.


He definitely got his mama's sweet tooth.


Check out this sweet little spot next time you are in the ATL. You won't be disappointed. Now, let's see if I can get some sleep with this crazy sugar high.

pajamas.

I love pajamas. P's pajamas. And only the footed ones will do. My favorite time of the day is pajama time. Something about dressing my fresh-out-of-the-bath boy in a pair of cute, cozy (and footed) pajamas makes my entire day.


Unfortunately, I know the days of footed pajamas are quickly dwindling. Soon he will outgrow them and I'll have to settle for two-piece Buzz Lightyear pj's. If anyone knows of cute footed nightwear that comes in 2T, please let me know ASAP. I'm on a mission to find some.

freezing.

Today is freeeeeezing. Days like this I kind of look forward to going to work. I'd rather be there staying busy, selling drugs, and keeping warm than sitting at home feeling claustrophobic with nothing to do but clean the house. Yes, I said it. Work is better than cleaning.

Speaking of freezing....


The poor little booger. It was so windy, he couldn't even keep his hat on. (It still looked cute, though. I'm a sucker for hats.) Note to self: Just because temps at the bottom of Stone Mountain are slightly chilly, but tolerable, does not mean we should go dragging P up the mountain on the Sky Train. Nope. Not one of my grandest ideas. The top of the mountain was about 15 degrees colder and the wind was about 15 miles per hour stronger. And the fog was so thick it felt like we were floating in the sky on one huge granite cloud. Nice, Rebecca. An almost two year old has no business braving those conditions. But, nonetheless, my brave boy still had a fabulous time.

desperate.

I am very busy these days. So busy I have forgotten my camera on numerous occasions in which I had prime opportunities to capture some great pictures. So, right now, I'm a little desperate. Desperate for pictures. Desperate to blog. And desperate to take more pictures of my rapidly growing and changing child. So, I dug deep into my hard drive and found these. Nothing special. Just some shots of P eating applesauce and making funny faces at his photo happy mama. But these will just have to do. Because I'm desperate.




Why I took pictures of P eating applesauce at the aquarium, I'm not really sure. I guess I'm just desperate to capture each and every moment.

train ride.

Once P caught a glimpse of this....


....the snow, sledding, and smores at Stone Mountain mattered no more.


All P could think about was thundering down the track in this shiny, green train, feeling the cold wind chap his cheeks, and hearing the ear-piercing whistle shout "choooooo-choooooo" over and over again. These are the things little boys dream of.


And finally it was our turn to climb on board. P was so excited. So very excited.


This boy was overwhelmed with excitement. So much that he fell asleep.


Thank goodness we bought an annual pass so we can go back and ride the train anytime. And maybe next time he will stay awake for the ride.

undecorating.

So, it's January 12th, and I'm just now undecorating. From Christmas that is.


Since Christmas 2010 will be here before we know it, I strongly considered leaving my trees up and just changing out the decorations according to the current holiday, i.e. a Valentine's tree, a Halloween tree, etc. Oooh, and wouldn't an Easter tree be so adorable? With colored eggs and Easter grass instead of ornaments and tinsel? Hmmm, I think I'm on to something. It sure would save me a lot of hassle. Well, the decorations are down and boxed. Just waiting on my wonderful hubby to disassemble the trees and tote everything up to the attic. I better get used to the boxes sitting in the dining room, because I have a feeling they will be there a while....

wonderment.

The few wonders of the world only exist while there are those with the sight to see them.
-Charles de Lint

snow mountain.

My entire family loves snow. I was raised to love skiing. I have been skiing since I was seven. And my granny lived in West Virginia, so we visited her often. Especially in the winter months. Most folks hide indoors at the first sign of a snowflake. Not me. I go searching for more. I check the snow report app on my iPhone at least five times a day and dream of where I'll fly next for some good tree skiing. But, unfortunately, snow is not common in these parts. Snow Mountain at Stone Mountain is the next best thing. No skiing, just tubing and a gigantic slushie machine that spits out shaved ice. Enough shaved ice to resemble snow. It's not exactly the soft powder that I'm used to, but it will have to do. And, boy, did we have fun.

My little P is a ski bum at heart. He's got it in his blood. Can't you tell?


He just jumped right in and began making snow structures. He also fell quite gracefully, which just reinforces the fact that he's a born skier. Us skiers don't fall often, but when we do, we fall with style.


The park had a small bunny slope for the kiddos to sled down. P didn't even hesitate to give it a whirl.


He just hopped in the sled and Taylor gave him a nice, big push.


And he held on tight. He kept chanting, "More! More!". And then he'd sled again. And again. And again.


We even made Smores. A day in the snow is not complete without them. Plus, Aunt Jenny has to have her daily chocolate fix. Who invented Smores anyway? They should win an award.



Just look at that yummy treat created by aunt Jenny. She is the master Smore maker in our family, for sure. I lost my marshmallow in the dirt and my mom caught her's on fire.


We had a great time playing in the snow with my family. And as for the tubing, it was a lot of fun, too. I felt like a kid again. A kid that screamed the entire ride down the hill. Boy, it was fun. So much fun I even heard Taylor let out a small holler.