Good Friday and Easter Eggs

Our tradition is to dye our Easter eggs on Good Friday, and that is what we spent the morning doing.  I pretty much let Mills have free reign of them this year, since he is a bit older.  Of course, I had to prevent a few mishaps along the way and help a great deal.  We definitely ended up with a vast array of eggs.  What he wanted, he got. 

 

 

2 dozen eggs.  

 

12 colors

 

 = a happy boy!

If you wonder why we have so many eggs, its because we have a rambunctious 3 year old and we always end up with a few broken ones.

We had an issue with the dye this year.  Not sure what happened, but our eggs turned out marbled.  Oh well!  They're still beautful.

 

 

 

Talking to Jesus

Mills and I spent the afternoon outside.  The weather was beautiful.  I had just finished spraying round-up on a few stray weeds and when I turned around, he was on his slide praying.  I am thankful that I had my phone with me, because I would have missed the opportunity to catch this awesome moment.  I managed to sneak over to catch the end of his prayer. 

"......thank you God for my friends, for Jesus, and for the cross, and for Jesus, and for Jesus' birthday.  In Jesus Name I pray, Amen."  I only melted into a puddle or two. 

This is a mother's or should i say MY most important goal in our son's life.  Making sure he has the opportunity to know Christ and hopefully, just HOPEFULLY accept him as his Savior when he is old enough to understand.  There is nothing greater or more important than that, and that is why we have had him in church since he was 8 weeks old.  I am thankful, excited, and ecstatic.  Hopefully we are doing something right.  I will greatfully hit our son over the head with a bible! LOL  No apologies.

Eleventh Anniversary

It's time to play catch up, again....

Erik and I celebrated our 11th anniversary 3/16/13.  The two of us did our traditional wedding anniversary over night get-away and enjoyed every minute of it. 

We headed out on Friday around eleven o'clock, stopped for a quick lunch and headed down town to our usual destination, The Peabody, for an early afternoon massage, just before heading over to our favorite hotel, the Madison.  We love staying there.  The rooms are comfy, and nice, and the staff there is always so friendly and helpful.  We always go to the rooftop, which has a nice river view, but unfortunately, it is currently under renovation.  The plans for it are awesome and we are looking forward to visiting again, when it reopens in April.

 

 

We had four hours to kill, so we hung out at eighty3, watched a little bit of television, and walked up Main Street just before showering and heading to bluefin, another fave!  We were lucky enough to be there when one of the cooks set of the smoke alarm, forcing everyone to evacuate, thus resulting in three different Memphis Fire stations taking the call.  This time, Erik got to watch. (ha!)

 After dinner we always walk to The Peabody lobby to listen to the piano and "people watch."  Too fun ;)  I wanted to visit the roof top and see the ducks in their newly renovated home, so we hopped on the elevator with a few friendly folks, a lo and behold, we got stuck on the elevator between the first and second floors with a singing little man and Si Robertson's twin.  Yes, it was lovely.  No, kidding aside, they were all nice people.  Luckily two men pryed the doors open from the outside after we set the alarm and the call button (I thought they would never respond) and we climbed down safely out of the elevator and hopped another. 

 

It was a nice, relaxing, kid-free, anniversary night, and I am looking forward to next year, when we do it all over again.

 

Happy 11 years sweetheart! 

Second Time's a Charm

I'm back at work today after the dreaded stomach virus struck me yesterday morning.  So, for this week, today is my Monday.  Lots to do, a lot to get caught up on.

Today, I officially registered Mills for Pre-K3 again.  This year, in August he will officially get to start.  All of those little things that kept him from starting last fall, after he was already enrolled, are all behind us.  I have checked that off of my list.  He will be a full-fledged, potty-trained, preschooler, going five days a week to begin his "learning career."  He's a smart one, so I'm sure he'll do fine.  We owe "Mimi" a big thank you for working with her children and learning every day.  It has given Mills a great start.  So, its off to our first year of two at preschool.  He can not wait!

After informing him that I officially resigned him up for school again, he said, "Yipee!"  Can' we go get me a lunch bag, back pack, and who is my teacher? 

I'm Breathing...finally.

I laugh as I typed the title to this post.  I just finished reading my friend, Kate's last post entitled, "A Day to Breathe."  I laugh, because I mean that literally.  After more than 24 hours of a severe sinus issue, I am finally lying here in my recliner and breathing.  We've all had it.  Between the stomach and the sinus, I don't know which is worse.  The weather changing from warm to cold over and over again is not doing us justice.  Tennessee weather, enough said.  Oh, and I can't wait until the pollen starts floating around.

I was a bit of a complainer this morning as I realized that we would be missing church....again.  I hate missing church.  It is my "go go juice" for the week, and things are never the same without it.  However, I can not and would not put Mills in the nursery with either condition, and singing in the choir is not an option.  I haven't been able to taste a thing, and have felt like someone has taken a hammer to my face.  No kidding.  Erik has been cursed with it too.

This, by far, has been the worst year I/we have ever endured with what I have labeled, "Saturday sickness."  It only happens on Saturday and by Sunday night, its downhill from there.  I wrote this morning that Satan has a sick wand that he waves to keep us from going to church on Sunday.  Ugh that devil!

Hopefully, by tomorrow, we'll all be sprinkled with feel good dust.  As for tonight, a tiny bit of air, a sleeping child, a staring dog,and a bit of light music on the TV are keeping me company while I prepare for bedtime, with Mills' humidifier....again.

Sickling

Our little bug has a bug. Waking at 7 and not feeling well, he has spent the morning sleeping in our bed with a bucket beside him and a glass of water.

"His Mother's Child"

Those are the words that my friend Christi used last night as Mills, Mary Claire, Preston, and Harrison put on a show for us.

Mills loves Just Dance 3.  I bought the Wii game for myself last year to use as an at home cardio workout, because just like Christ said, I LOVE to dance.  I started at three years old with ballet, tap, and jazz, and at 34 years old, dance is still a love of mine.

Mills just happened to be blessed with his mommy's cooridination.  He's a hoot!  He loves to do what he calls "The Hut Dance," which is actually the song "Pump It" by the Black Eyed Peas, on Just Dance 3.  The kids really enjoyed themselves....

A Funny for Today....

and because you may want to get to know me a little better.  I should have been a road sign designer.  This would have been my idea.

My inspiration for this post, you ask?  Let's just say that Mills and I went to Memphis yesterday and I travel the interstate.  I only have a little bit of road rage, I promise you its getting better.

My V-Day Story/Mills' Sweet V-Day Treats

Did you think I took another blogging hiatus?  Well, I did not, purposely, but it sure seems that way.

It's that time of year again.  The time for hearts and flowers.  The time that Erik and I both chose to boycott for nearly 7 years of our marriage.

I know I have mentioned this before, but in case you missed it the first time, I will remind you that I worked at a florist from the time I was 16 years old until I graduated with my B.S. in dental hygiene.  That's right!  It will totally ruin Valentine's Day for you.  I promise. I saw all of the crazy hullabaloo that everyone went to because they either wanted to make a big show, waste their money, and/or bought things because they felt as though they had to.  So, for 9 years of my life, plus the first seven years of our marriage, I boycotted the holiday that I used to think was unnecessary, crazy, and should be wiped off of the calender.  I want every day to be like Valentine's Day.  Not just one day out of the year.  I will even go so far to say that I absolutely hated detested it....until now.

I love candy, flowers, hearts, and all of the things that go along with it, but you see, having a child will do that to you, but a husband that gets me flowers and cards during any random day of the year sends me in a lovey-dovey whirlwind.  He does that.  My wonderful husband does that!  He is the best!

I won't go so far to say that I love Valentine's Day, but I will say that we do acknowledge it now and I do enjoy sharing little treats with my family.  Getting all of Mills' valentines prepared for his friends is also a task that is handed to me every year, so it makes it all worth the while.


This year, Mills I made little tags to slide onto glow stick bracelets to add to his valentine treat cups.  Thank you Pinterest or wherever I saw the idea. ha!

 

From our family to yours, we wish you all a very Happy Valentine's Day!!!

Big Boy Update

Our big boy went straight to sleep last night, sleeping soundly, and slept in at an almost record time this morning.  He slept until 9:30ish, so we all slept in this morning.  I always depend on him to wake us up on Sunday morning.  I never set my alarm because he is always up before 8:00.  Oops!  Hey, we've been exhausted and the afternoon was spent swapping out closets.  Boy that was fun! (insert sarcasm).
We are so proud.  He went down tonight after a nice warm bubble bath and a story.  I checked the monitor shortly after returning downstairs and he was already out like a light.  Its funny how he has fought bed time the past few months, and how he would play, sing, and bang on his bed after putting him down for what seemed like hours.  He loves his new room and bed and has been behaving like a real big boy this weekend.  I know that it could be excitement, but am hoping that this big change has been a change for the better and is not short-lived.