baby steps

A bit wobbly and a tad unsure, but the Moosh has taken her first steps at the ripe ole age of 15 months. I can't believe it and it's the coolest thing to watch her little "drunk" walk across the room. Cute as pie I tell ya. She's seriously growing every day. Becoming this independent child that plays by herself, sometimes quietly whispering in her own language. And then she'll remember I'm in the room and come bury her head in my lap for a snuggle and kiss and a roll around. This morning I finally had to wake up sleepy head so we could get the day going. She was all curled up with a tight grip on her favorite pink elephant lovey. I patted her back as she opened her eyes and cracked a smile when I picked her up. Her body was limp and head heavy on my shoulder. That baby breath gets me every time. Gonna be hard to leave her when I jet off on a girls trip tonight, but Pawleys Island is calling and I can't wait to slip my toes in the sand and hug on some old friends. Be back soon with some tall tales!

day of football

Saturday was so perfect outside. Breeze blowing, sun out, football on, and the big green egg smoking away. Ahhh… game days. We watched the Auburn/Clemson game with some friends and it was so nice. Miriam joined the party in her orange overalls and gave their house a good test run before baby Hayes arrives this winter. Then before I was ready we had to pack 'er up and head home for nap time. Babies need a lot of beauty sleep and we're still a slave to "the schedule". We're like clock work with naps around here, but I feel a change a comin'. Mother's Day Out has her really out of whack. Anyway… game day continued so it was on to another football watchin' party to see Tennessee play. Plenty of socializing and beer drinking to drown out losing teams. Quite a day of fun reminds me how lucky we are to have such sweet friends.

bella rustica

Today was packed and a long to-do list lay ahead of me, but I got a wild hare late afternoon and decided I needed to get out. So I took a drive out to Franklin to a barn sale - Bella Rustica. I don't even know how to describe it. Eclectic, whimsical, junk (in a good way). Lots of funky personality in every booth and the sunshine with a cool breeze didn't hurt. Shocker… I didn't buy a thing, well minus the "elvis" cupcake from ice this cake. It was banana w/ peanut butter icing drizzled with chocolate and topped with bacon sprinkles… just in case you were wondering. Anyway, it was a nice break and cool to discover this little group of creative, crafty folks. If you go, check out Vintage Junky - she had my favorite booth of cool finds and her chalk lettering was fab. 

the nursery

I was over at my friend Katie's this weekend checking out her nursery. The sheets were on the crib, the changing table all set up, and rows of teeny-tiny clothing were all washed and hung in the closet. Everything in place just waiting for the arrival of baby Hitt. I got home and started to get Moosh settled in for her afternoon nap. I drew the curtains and turned on the noise machine and we rocked. Same chair and same crib, but not the same nursery. Not the same spot I brought home the nugget to. Not that she knows the difference, but it made me nostalgic over my the sweet little Greenville nursery I'd worked so hard on. I nested and prepped and bought a few special things just for that space. It was nothing designer or fancy, but it was our spot and I  lurved it so. We clocked a lot of hours in that room and I'll never forget it. So, even though this is a bit past due I thought I'd share some images I took before we moved.

the end of summer

This morning started out with me gathering and picking up, making lunches, and just being frantic. Cooking breakfast (frozen waffles, mmhmm) and feeding Moosh while checking emails and trying to be wide awake. One of those. Trying to deliver the baby to the nanny (more to come) on time and not forget anything is a tad tough, but then I got a major pick me up. I tromped into Starbucks in the rain with baby on the hip about to order my boring latte, when tah-dah… the pumpkin spice latte was back. Oh yes please Barista sir, ring me up.

So back to important business… baby girl started a mothers day out program this week. Eeek! I went to my first parents meeting and found myself totally tuned out. All I could think about was bringing her in with her mini lunch box and leaving her to nap on a mat with a room full of children. Seriously? Have you met my child? I can't imagine they nap one wink, but everyone says they do so, whatever. We shall see. In the meantime it looks like I need to start labeling every single item she uses, including diapers. The other days of the week I'm carting her over to cousin Lauren's to nanny share. Charlie & Moosh… those two are two peas in a pod and have a big time together. Plus Lauren's house is way cool and they have about every toy you can think of. I think it's a sweet deal.
She's a happy camper, but I do feel a little guilty dropping her off. I remind myself that she's fine and very well taken care of, but that sneaky mothers guilt still creeps in. It's a hard balance for sure, but I so love my job. Just this week I got to work on an amazing job and we are ramping back up now that I'm back home. Hopefully a happy momma is a happy baby. And I am happy. Things are still up in the air, but life is good. And here's a random mix of it all…