my valentines.

ninety.

My Granny turned ninety years old a couple of weeks ago. Yes, 9-0! Wow, huh?!? We had a little family luncheon for her at my mom's to celebrate. It was a lot of fun bringing all of the kids, grandkids, and great grandkids together to celebrate her birthday.

Some pics of my sweet babies....




Granny's favorite....German chocolate.


Granny wanted to hold Emma Kate while we lit the candles and sang Happy Birthday. So sweet. They love each other so much.




Allie and Aunt Mary made a fake cake with ninety candles. They wanted to light the candles, but we decided against it since the cake was STYROFOAM! Didn't want to burn the place down.


Aunt Jenny and Emma Kate.



The kiddos playing their made-up game of Srabgammon, which mainly involved shaking and rolling dice from a cup and combining letters to form nonsense words. My kind of game!


P helped me pick out the letters in his name. So proud of my baby boy.


It was great gathering with family to celebrate my Granny's 90th birthday. She is my only living grandparent and I am loving all of the quality time with her lately. She is full of life, stories, AND energy. Heck, most days she has more energy than I do!

four months.

Our sweet Emma Kate is growing like a weed. At her four-month check-up, she was 15 pounds, 4 ounces and 24 1/2 inches long. Her nickname at the moment is Chunk-A-Lunk. (Hubby's choice.) She's sweet and bubbly, easy going and inquisitive. She loves everyone she meets, never hesitates to smile at a stranger. Her precious personality is all that I hoped for. She still nurses solely, and I'm procrastinating starting her on solids. Maybe in a month or so. She seems satisfied at the moment, so why be hasty? She loves playing on her playmat. She can roll in both directions and scoot a foot or so on her back or her tummy. She has discovered her toes, and tonight, she managed to pick up her pacifier and jam it in her mouth. She was so proud of herself, flashing us a grin as big as Texas. She has stolen all of our hearts in just four short months. We love this baby girl to pieces.

more fun in the snow.

Here are some pics from Day 2 of our big Winter storm.

P was determined to whack his mama's camera with a snowball.


I just love how his mouth opened wide every time he threw a chunk of snow, like that would make the snowball go further.






My silly boy....




My sweet boy....













I bundled EK up in so many layers, she reminded me of Randy in A Christmas Story.


Emma Kate could have cared less about the snow.


She actually drifted off to sleep a couple of times.


Thank God she's such a trooper. She makes things easy for this mama.

big snow.

Or should I say, big ice? A couple of weeks ago, Atlanta got slammed by one of the worst winter storms I can ever remember. When I saw someone on the news ice skating down Peachtree Street, I knew it was bad. Day one of being housebound was not so bad. We enjoyed each other's company, spent most of the day sitting in front of the fire, drinking hot chocolate, and delighting in the fact that both Taylor and I got to lay out of work for a day. (It's rare for both of us to be off work on the same day.) Day 2 wasn't so bad either. But by the end of Day 2, I started to worry a little. We weren't running out of bread and milk. No, we had plenty of food to fill our bellies. It was much, much worse. We were running out of diapers. Aaaaahhhhh! I sent Taylor and P on a very important mission. A mission to get diapers at the grocery store. A mission on foot.


I'm just kidding. I wouldn't send my sweet two year old to the grocery store that is approximately three miles away in freezing cold temperatures. But I did send my husband. And I was nice and let him take the car. (I think this picture was actually taken when P threatened to walk to Beme's house, since we couldn't get there by car.)

On the southside, we didn't get much snow. We got mainly rain that froze at least an inch thick on the roadways. See?


Not the best conditions for driving, but awesome conditions for sledding.








Even Emma Kate and I got in on the sledding action.


Our view on the way back up the hill....


Poor Taylor had to pull us all back up in the sled because the road was too icy to walk on. I definitely didn't want to bust it with sweet EK in the Baby Bjorn. My neighbors may have called Child Services on me.

The sledding didn't phase EK at all. She slept right through it. (I really need to invest in a cuter hat before the next snow storm. Don't laugh, please.)


P had a blast playing in the ice. I really didn't mind it either since it gave us an excuse to spend a little time together at home as a family.