You might not know this, but my blog has a fan club. Its president, founding member, and director of marketing is Peggy: Tom’s mom, my mother-in-law, and David’s Mimi. Last Friday was her birthday. Peggy loves the blog, and she’s called me, emailed me, and shouted it from her rooftop. It helps that the blog
My brother-in-law Jason’s birthday was like two weeks ago. We’re running a little behind here, ok? Next year Jason and my sister will celebrate their 10-year wedding anniversary. Really? TEN YEARS? It seems unbelievable, so I did the math over and over. I’m mentioning their upcoming anniversary just to show that Jason’s been around for
Watching Daddy mow the grass. Then, when Daddy came inside to take a shower, David pressed himself to the floor and tried to look under the door. This boy loves his daddy.
One of the highlights of our vacation was watching David and Caleb play together. David is just now old enough that he notices Caleb and wants to hang with him. And Caleb is an amazing cousin; he is patient and gentle with David. Caleb is great at sharing, and since David doesn’t share yet, “sharing”
I grew up near Smith Mountain Lake, and if you grow up near a lake you perennially hear stories of scary things that happen on the water. Though growing up on the water made me a confident swimmer, it also made me a little more nervous than the average lake-goer. Take lake nerves, add in
Tom and I watched the Virginia Tech season opener with his family at Smith Mountain Lake. It was Berkley Grace’s first Hokie game. I remember David’s first game well. This is a photo of Steve and me making pizza dough together before the game. I’m posting it because Steve was the only one not wearing
When David woke up last Saturday morning, balloons were floating around the living room. I like to think that’s when his birthday party officially started. We planned a backyard party in August, in Richmond. And somehow it wasn’t hot and the mosquitoes weren’t (that) bad. David woke up from his afternoon nap just as guests
David never hugs me like this. We’re happy to be home. Traveling with a baby is hard; in 9 days David slept through the night just twice. And oh my goodness the stuff. Our car was packed with baby contraptions, brightly colored plastic and bags and bags full of nothing but items designed to absorb
David spent almost our entire vacation stunned, frozen in a mixture of fascination and awe while he watched his cousins. Every morning David wakes up disappointed that, once again, he has to spend his day with his mommy. His boring, lame, all out of tricks mommy. Then we went to Franklin County and every day
David’s first birthday is coming up, and since my sister and her family won’t be in town on the day of the celebration we decided to throw a pre-birthday party with them. I had planned on just making a cake (I needed to do a trial-run of the cake I’m making for his party) and