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cute babies, boys, beer, and best friends… a mighty fine day

miss bell + miss miriam…two peas in a pod

 

happy 4th

One on the couch and one in the crib. My two nappers have left me with some rare quiet time this afternoon. Even though I badly wish we were up in the Tennessee mountains with my family, it is so nice to have a holiday today. It's hot and lazy and breezy here. We made smoothies for breakfast and it was my best one yet. Only downer was I spent the evening and morning cuddling with a sick toddler needing some lovin. Poor girl had a low fever, but I'm thinking it was just a 24 hr bug. I hate it when she's sick, but she couldn't be any sweeter when she is. We rubbed her hair and let her eat warm toast in the bed. Hopefully we can make a it to a cookout this afternoon and really celebrate the day. Happy 4th friends!

balloons and beer garden

I was up and at 'em this morning bright and early. Lots of work to do and I felt my mind racing already. Two little toddlers kept running into my office and fighting over the leftover birthday balloons so I made my escape to a nearby coffee shop. My friend Whitney and I hired a new nanny to start sharing and this week the girls are at my house. So far so good, but it meant last week I had to fire the previous girl. Very awkward and I completely rambled on, but it's really for the best and that's all that matters. Childcare has been such a source of frustration and worry, but that's for a whole nother post.

Around the house things are FINALLY wrapping up in the bathroom re-do. Yahoo! We have a tile floor, water and a working shower and a toilet… wait, half a toilet. Yes, the workers somehow "lost" the top to the toilet during renovation. Now come on… tell me, just how do you lose a toilet top?? I'm sure what really happened is someone broke it and decided not to mention it. Lordy pete. I promise to take some good pics very soon.

The guys were still working last Saturday around 5, so we decided to get out of the house and try Goodfriend Beer Garden. It was cute and even the 100 degree heat couldn't keep us off the patio. We're from Tennessee where the humidity is thick so we 'aint scared. Well kinda. My car read 109 yesterday at lunch. It's going to be one long, Texas summer!

t w o

Every morning I hear peeps and talking and funny noises coming from upstairs. Ever morning I open the door and greet Miriam with a big "good morning baby". This morning was different. Today, I got to say "happy birthday babycakes", to which she repeated right back to me. My little mynah bird. Two years ago we were in the hospital steadying ourselves and awaiting the big arrival. She was perfect and new. Tiny and pink. My baby girl. Now, here we are at two with scraped knees and little hands that can reach up to the kitchen counter.

I remember thinking how much I loved the six month mark, and then eighteen months was so blissful and now at two I think this is my favorite. I think you love it all when you're a mom. The good and the bad and the hard all roll into a love you can barely express, but it's there and it fills you.

T W O… Loves music in the car. Went potty for the first time (but not since). Awesome eater, but loves to ask for yogurt and then not eat it. Says "ok" instead of "yes". Likes to put hats on and play cowgirl. Very opinionated about what pajamas she wears. Still obsessed with lovey. Great sleeper. Still not sure about sharing…bit of a mine-o-saur. Helps mommy put away groceries, but insists on putting everything in the bottom bin. Favorite thing to "draw" is moons.


Says hi to everyone at the grocery. Puts herself in time-out when she's had enough. Goes swimming in the bathtub and eats bubbles. Requests a band-aid almost daily. Asks for one wipe during diaper changes so she can then go wipe down her toys. Feeds elmo chair milk. Insists on a bib at meal time.

current Miriam phrases…i not like mommy music / i wear dancing bears shirt / my daddy go work / sipsie girl love bananas / cows love grass / i go belle's house / i'm making cookies, i'm making milk / garage door not open, oh no / i want sing dance / i need change diaper / i want dance on mommy bed/ i not want take bath / mommy need potholder … obvi I could go on!


You make everything better and everything more beautiful. I'm sure glad I get to be your momma. Happy birthday baby!

mommas visit

It's been a while so I'm just going to dive on in y'all. Momma came to town and arrived just in time. I was missing home and feeling exhausted and irritable over our renovation saga. I needed a hug and a familiar face to help me sort it out and buck up a bit. Moms are good at that.

We lunched and shopped and explored this big ole place, but we also stayed in a lot and worked on the house. It was all and all a relaxing week except for a crazy break in the weather. A hail storm cam out of nowhere one evening around 5 and produced baseball size ice balls flying everywhere. It was so loud you wouldn't believe it. They were bouncing off the ground and tapping our windows and pegging the roof. It was nuts y'all. Mom and I were completely freaking out (actually, mom was freaking out), but leave it to the baby to remain cool and collected during an the chaos. Our neighbors were out in it and their back windshield was totally cracked and had holes all in it. Can you imagine? Thank goodness we were home safe and sound and there was wine in the fridge.


Anyway, we survived the storm and went about our momma/daughter week of fun… touring the Nasher Sculpture Center, finding antique row downtown, getting me some neon shorts, watching the grout go in the bathroom, eating at the Zodiac room in the original Neimans (they start your meal with warm chicken broth & a cheese wafer which sounds bizarre, but it totally warms the soul!), celebrating my birthday (34 durn it), and perusing a fabric warehouse for drapes. Apparently the bamboo blinds I bought, while inexpensive and pretty, are not great for blocking out light. Oops. At least they look good.

One morning we went to the Dallas Arboretum to see the Chihuly exhibit which was seriously gorgeous. Everything was blooming and the blown-glass was twinkling in the sun, but I had to keep one eye on Miriam who wanted to dive into every pool of water we came upon. Lordy, toddlers are fast! Speaking of being a toddler, we're in a total Mommy mode around here. "No daddy hold hand, no May-May push stroller… I want Mommy, Mommy, Mommy." Oh, my silly Moosh I hope you love me this much forever.

The week was all too much fun and all went by entirely too fast. Momma leaving was sad and a few tears were shed, but it also re-energized my spirit. I'm feeling grateful and bit tougher like I can do this. I can live in a brand new city and be happy and find my way. Plus, my house is looking mighty fine with her special touch. Did I mention she rearranged all my knick-knacks, styled every table, fluffed, straightened, and helped me finally put stuff on the walls? She sure did. Thanks Momma. I needed you more than you know.

dinner dates and digging ditches

Wanna hear what put me in a really good mood last weekend? Two dinner dates out. I felt like I was all young and hip again. I actually used the word hip while we were out though and Trevor said using that word definitely meant I am by no means "young." Durn. Anniversary night we tried Bolsa. It reminded me of going to East Nashville back home. You wonder a bit about the part of town you're entering, but then you hit this foody mecca that makes the trip totally worth it. Bolsa was so good I can barely pick a favorite bite, but that okra & cornbread stew sure warmed my heart. That and the good lookin' guy across the table. He's pretty special to me and I'm glad we're doing this together. We had after dinner drinks at Oddfellows which was my kind of spot. Pretty branding caught my eye and they made me a mean dark & stormy. Our restaurant hopping continued on Saturday with some friends at Salum. All the food in this town is on a whole nother level people. Brownie points for the big D this weekend.

And here's my happening on the home front : Yesterday we got new plumbing installed. Two huge holes in our backyard and no bathroom floor remain. It went from crazy busy all day yesterday as they installed our new plumbing to crickets today. When a contractor says "sure, no problem" we'll make your timeline, be wary. I've been stewing all morning as I watch workers next door get after it, while our job site stays quiet. Never mind that we discussed our deadline ad nauseum and that my mom is coming on Sunday. If this guy ever finishes our bathroom it will be a small miracle. Ughh, construction.

memorial weekend

Don't you wish every weekend had an extra day? We made the most of Memorial weekend and squeezed in as much down time as possible. Monday was spent mostly outside. Our friend Chris walked in a charity event meant to honor those in the military so we went out to support him and others. We cheered on folks walking in from the overnight, tired from the big blazing sun. Some even had on their uniforms and packs and weights - "carrying the load" of fallen soldiers. It was really cool way to acknowledge the meaning of the day. Then, we got the grill cranked up finally and had us a proper meal. There's just something about a grill burning that really makes it feel like summer.

Baby girl got all dressed up for her last day of school today. If you ever find yourself in Plano… probably not, but never say never… I can sincerely tell you Preston Meadow Lutheran Church is a gem. You wouldn't know it passing by outside, but inside is a wonderful group of people that love your child like their own. Miss Alison & Miss Frances…mmm I adored those ladies. They were more than accommodating and always made us feel at home. Lovely little spot and Miss Moosh is sure going to miss her friends there. Onward we go though and next step to really settling into Dallas is starting in a day school here in town. Summer school starts next week and she'll be with her buddy Belle so what could be better? Those two girls are gonna liven up the place for sure.


One more tidbit… today is our 4th wedding anniversary. We're heading out on the town tonight, just us two, for the first time since we moved. Yahoo!

now you see it, now you don't

Hello my friends! We're finally coming out of that deep, dark hole we were in with the move. While I'm at it I'm trying to befriend the black cat that insists on being in our driveway at all times. He's been here since the beginning and I'm quite sure it's a sign, but by golly, we're gonna be buddies. Gotta get rid of any bad ju-ju going on around here.

Seriously, I don't ever want to move again. Unless it's back home of course, and then I'd be high tailin' it at the drop of a hat. But, since that's not the case, I do believe I'll be staying put in Texas for a while. The boxes are unpacked, art is slowly making it's way on the walls, and even a couple lucky curtains have been hung. Even Miriam has come around to the place and doesn't cry when we pull on the driveway. Progress! She does love it. She loves pushing her animals in the baby stroller down the sidewalk and loves pushing her lawnmower. The best is she can just be outside and play with sticks and push some rocks around. I also discovered the Hee-Haw overalls I'd put in storage and good thing, because they're almost too small! Have I mentioned my Moosh is going to be 2 next month? How does that even happen? Her latest thing is when she does something naughty, like throw her milk on the floor, she says "Miriam Cross" all serious. She'll look down with those big "sad" eyes and then break into a big smile like it's all hilarious. You can tell exactly just how much control I've got around here.

Here's my bathroom re-do update : My beautiful tile floor was ripped out yesterday. Ripped out and soon to be replaced. Ya see, our contractor took us to this warehouse place that sells "cheaper" tiles. It looked great and we were all set. That is until we realized once barefoot that it wasn't flat. Meaning each little piece wasn't the same height. Some big sections of the tile were fine and flat. Others were not. There were rough edges poking up… not ok. We tried polishing it, but it just got super slick and we quickly realized the tile itself was totally faulty. Guess you get what you pay for. Luckily, we got our money back, but now we've had to upgrade to get what we really wanted. Budget? What budget? So now everything is on hold until the tile comes in. In the meantime we've dug a giant hole in that same bathroom to see if we can access our sewage line from there as opposed to jack hammering in our rec-room through the slab. This way we can access a portion of the pipes under the original foundation. If it works, it may just be a big happy accident that the tile had to come out. For now I just pretend like that whole part of the house doesn't exist. Oh and you better believe I'm going to use gray grout this go round!

the move

Ever had a really bad week? Like everything keeps going wrong no matter what you do? I'm trying to block out my bad week. "Lord, grant me the serenity to be at peace with things I can not change". I've been saying that a whole lot lately. Moving is brutal. The big day was last Monday and it was so surreal to finally see our stuff coming off the truck and into our new home. Our excitement wore off two days later when we were all hit with a nasty stomach bug. Poor Moosh threw up in our bed, threw up all over the car, and threw up on moi as I was kindly showing the plumber which bathroom was stopped up. Did I mention our sewer backed up all over our new bathroom tile floor? Oh yes it did. So, not only was our house in chaos… kitchen on hold until the cabinets could be repainted, boxes everywhere, bathroom renovation ongoing, Miriam violently sick, hubs sick all weekend, and me having a nervous breakdown… our darn pipes were in need of repair. Apparently, Texas gets so dry that tree roots go searching for water and cause some problems with old pipes. Yay. Aren't I just full of good news? It was a tough, tough week. It made me miss home and miss friends and miss having someone, anyone to call for help. I think my mother and Lauren were seriously ready to fly down the next day I was such a wreck.

But… we'll get through it. We'll get settled and by gosh, things will get easier. Want to hear some good things after all my venting? My friend Whitney brought us dinner the first night. Lasagna, salad, crusty bread, and that oh so important bottle of wine. Good thing I'd thrown the wine opener in my purse last minute. You can see where my priorities lie. My mom and I were talking and she asked me if anyone had brought us a casserole yet. I said, "of course not, we don't know a soul here." Low and behold that very night we had a knock on the door from a new neighbor with warm cookies tied up with a bow & monogrammed stationary. Good ole southern hospitality is not dead my friends and we were so thankful to receive a small dose of it.

Marble picked out, Willie covering Eddie Vedder on the radio, flowers from the grocery, a chicken biscuit, almost dry kitchen cabinets, and a lotta green lights this morning, … today is a better day.