It’s Thursday and I’m still posting about the weekend. We did a lot: 1. Dawg reunion 2. Learned to roll over 3. Jingle Bell 5k 4. We got a Christmas tree! We had a busy weekend. With so much going on, it helps to be organized, and the Tom and Amanda branch of the Krieger
When I went off to college as an impressionable, uncertain 17-year old, God was so good to put me in a dorm smack dab in the middle of some amazing girls. We became quick and necessary friends. The hallmark of our group was our obnoxious use of the term “dawg”. I say obnoxious because we
Virginia Tech plays Clemson tonight for the ACC Championship. Meanwhile, my mom is going to be so happy when I stop blogging about Virginia Tech football. I cannot wait for the game. (Even though it starts at 8pm. Come on! Who schedules these things!? Consider the new moms!) I feel confident. I can’t wait to get
I’m a couple of days late, but let’s talk about Advent. The Advent season began Sunday, November 27. If you’re interested in an Advent devotional, check out http://wepcadvent.wordpress.com/ “Over the 2011 season of Advent, West End Presbyterian Church will journey from Creation to Cross together. As we prepare and wait for the coming of our
After burning, what? 50,000 calories in the 5k, we celebrated Thanksgiving with not one but two feasts. On Thanksgiving morning David allegedly rolled over. I say alleged because I didn’t see it, Tom was with him. Babies are not allowed to have any firsts while mama is in the shower. After the race we went
Shout for joy to the LORD, all the earth. Worship the LORD with gladness; come before him with joyful songs. Know that the LORD is God. It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, the sheep of his pasture. Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise;
When he’s wrapped up like this we call him SwaddleDog.
David turns 14 weeks old today. And I, I am reentering the land of the living. Thanks, it’s great to be back. You see, for the past week or so David has been acting like a big ole baby. Turns out his bouts of 10-hour sleep were a tease. A ruse! Just as I started
This weekend David and I went to a baby shower for my friend Mayra. She’s due to have a baby boy at the end of December. This is the guest of honor opening gifts. It’s the only photo I could get of her because she was busy serving food, cleaning up plates, and getting chairs
Yesterday one of the blogs I follow asked for Halloween photos. This particular blog is HILARIOUS…if you watch the Bachelor and the Bachelorette. In fact, I continue to watch the show only because her updates are so funny and not reading them would mean I’d miss a few belly laughs. (I also continue to watch
Twelve hours later, my hair is still wet from Halloween. And, no, it’s not because I went as a mermaid. Who planned the weather last night? Rain on Halloween = major trick-or-treating bummer. I heard the forecast, 50% chance of showers after 6pm, but I couldn’t believe it would actually happen. You see, I’ve been
I’ve never been a worrier, planner or think-aheader. I’m the person who packs moments before a trip and doesn’t bother to look up directions. My mantra: everything will work out just fine. And ya know what? It usually does. It’s why God puts people like Tom in my life, because sometimes it pays off to
This… …is happening so much more now. Self-soothing! Next thing I know he’ll be off to college. (Since we’re on the subject of milestones, last night Tom put David to bed all by himself while I sat on the couch. LOOK AT US GO!)
Generally speaking, I believe forgiveness is important, necessary, critical. After all, forgiveness is central to my faith in Jesus Christ. However, there’s no forgiveness in college football. I’ll never forget the final seconds of this game. Matt Ryan, I like to think you were watching the game last weekend (and for that matter, last year,
Things get crazy whenever Virginia Tech plays Miami. Remember 2003? I do. “…Folks, we go to noisy stadiums all around the country, I’m not sure we have ever been at a scene where fans are any more pumped than they are right here tonight. Waiting right now for the Hokies to take the field, they
This is my best friend, Jenny. I also have a picture of her LOOKING at the camera, but the horse in the background makes me a little nostalgic. You see, we grew up riding horses together. Aren’t we adorable? I’m wearing a hairnet. Fun fact: ladies are supposed to wear hairnets at horse shows. Betcha
These are David’s keys. They were a gift from my good friend JennyLynn and they have quickly become David’s first and favorite toy. Whenever I shake them he immediately smiles and waves. Sometimes he (sort of) bats at them, and if he ever hits them, he holds on and won’t let go. We play with them at
He’s been doing it for a while now. That reflexive, infant smile. You know, the one some moms blame on gas but love nonetheless. Here’s what I called David’s newborn smile. To get this shot, I held the camera by my face for about five hours hoping lightning would strike. BAM. But now, we’re pretty
#7: west virginia spruce knob stats: date climbed: 7/4/2010 height: 4,861 ft. miles hiked: ~16 miles one way (spread over two days), then we hitchhiked back to our car.
amanda and i were invited to a wedding in biloxi, ms, this past summer, and we decided to go and turn the drive down into a highpointing adventure. it was mostly awesome, with one major annoyance – my honda civic had some big issues with brakes that made for a harrowing drive back from mississipi.
virginia is our home, we love it, and it was accordingly our very first state in our fifty states project. the highest point in VA is Mt. Rogers, which is in southwest virginia, near abingdon. mt. rogers is a great highpoint because you actually have to hike to get to the summit. most of the
sufjan stevens has a fifty states project, and he’s currently finished two (michigan, illinois). amanda and i have started our own. instead of creating state-themed albums, we are going to summit the highest point in each state. the rules: we must hike/run at least one mile to each high point, even if it means walking