Showing posts with label birthday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birthday. Show all posts

Monday, April 11, 2016

The Chicken Whisperer Turns Nine


And just like that, our baby turned nine. He was a difficult pregnancy and birth and was born at only twenty nine weeks, so tiny, but you'd never know. He's one tough little cookie. He's my early riser, always has been. Try as I might, you just can't tire this one out.



It's pretty interesting being mama to one boy that's grown and married and one that's just turned nine. That's a pretty wide spread. It seemed like a small undertaking at thirty nine, but now at almost fifty, whew it's hard to keep up sometimes. This wild child keeps me on my toes.


He's still young enough to find wonder in everything around him, and boy I love that. I try to see the world through his fresh eyes and let me tell you, it's such a wondrous view. What a blessing this last one has been. We gathered together to celebrate this little life. Matthew wanted a white cake and white icing, and that's exactly what he got, thank heavens he shared with the rest of us because boy, it was delicious!


And my favorite part of birthdays, the gathering part. Nothing is ever better than the coming together of family around a table, sharing so much more than food. Such a lovely day.

Hoping your week is a wondrous one! Happy Monday y'all!
xo,
Amy

Monday, April 13, 2015

Bliss



This past weekend our baby turned eight. I'll never forget when he was born. All the chaos and fear and worry that comes with a pre-term baby. He was early, really early, but God was good and he was healthy and strong and all of three pounds four ounces. The tiniest little thing I've ever seen. You wouldn't know it by looking at him now though. He caught up quickly.



We had a little family party for him and ate lots of lasagna and birthday cake. Delicious food and delightful company. A perfect evening. 




His brother got him the scooter he'd been wanting- all smiles.
Our baby is hardly a baby any more. 



We ended the evening outside under the stars on the porch. Glorious evening.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Mornings On The Porch

Oh how my soul has longed for these mornings. We are having an unusually warm week here and this morning, well, this morning was a 'coffee on the porch'  morning. My favorite.


I've missed these so. It's the birthday week of our youngest and he's already gotten a couple of gifts. He couldn't wait to try out his remote controlled car. 



He's my early bird. Mornings and Matthew are one. Me, not so much, but his passion for the arrival of each new day is nothing short of inspiring. 



Of course, our mornings involve lots of little chickens. I wouldn't change a thing. 

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

We're Off To The Fair



Fall means lots of things to lots of people. When I was a little girl growing up in Macon, Georgia, fall meant fair time. We had a pretty decent sized fair and I so vividly remember the sights and sounds and smells of it all. There's just something so real about them. Fair people are a group all their own. You know what I mean? The folks you see at the fair are not the same one's you stand behind in the check-out line at the grocery. There's as much fun to be had in people watching as there is in actually riding all those crazy rides. 





Where else can you see a woman wearing nothing but leggings and a leather jacket {mostly unbuttoned} and think nothing of it. Yes, I did cover my seven year olds eyes, more than once... but hey, it's the FAIR. It's a place where you eat food that on any other day of the year is off limits because it's.... well......... just nasty. But on fair day, it becomes not just acceptable, but required. On that one day, you throw caution to the wind and hold a corndog dripping with a mustard/ketchup mix in one hand and a fried funnel cake sprinkled with oodles of powdered sugar in the other hand. It's also the day you try not to drink too  much for fear of having to use the porta-potty! Ahhhhh, the fair! 





Three of our four children have fall birthdays, heavens, they were all born within two weeks of one another! This year since they are all older, my husband and I decided that a gift of taking them all to the state fair complete with an unlimited ride pass and all the cotton candy you could stomach, would be a great group gift! What a wonderful gift it turned out to be! 



Our oldest son, has a very special young lady in his life, and of course she was invited to share in this giant birthday celebration! Bless her heart, she must think we're a bit on the loony side {more like totally loony}, but, so far we haven't scared her away, whew




Y'all are so sweet for joining me here and I wish I could just hug you all. Just please know how much it means to me for you to visit and how lovely it is to share with you in the comments. Have a beautiful Wednesday y'all!


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Monday, June 16, 2014

The Hostess With The Mostess...... NOT!



I have trouble with this. Please tell me that you do too? I LOVE entertaining to the nines. The decorating, the baking, all that stuff is so much fun to me. But sometimes, like this past weekend, I just didn't feel that I could be that hostess with the mostess. I had been so busy the whole week and I was feeling, well, just plum tired. Does that happen to you sometimes? Like your "get up and go", just "got up and went"? Yeah, that was me Friday, and my mom and dad were coming Saturday to celebrate my dad's birthday and Father's Day. I just couldn't muster the party hoopla. So, I got REAL with myself and gave myself permission to get help. Help in the form of food already prepared for me and plastic plates, cups and silverware. 



I even bought an ice cream cake for dessert. Was this really hard for me to do? Shoot yeah! But, why? Why do I feel guilty for not always being "perfectly on"? 




So how did it turn out you ask? It was a perfectly, stress-free afternoon. The food was delicious, the conversation lively and my dad had a wonderful afternoon. That's what it's all about anyway. Right? The point of the day was to share a special moment in time with my parents and for them to enjoy their grand kids. Mission accomplished.





So why the guilt and how can we release ourselves from it's grip? If I had the answer, I'd give it to you right now, but I haven't figured it out yet. What I do know is this, I'm not alone. I'll just bet that there's lots of you out there that feel this pressure too. Help a girl out here, lay some advice on me!

Friday, April 11, 2014

A Little Celebration



Our youngest turned seven this week.  He's been planning this birthday since January. This one's a live wire.  He's up at dawn and flies through each day with energy to spare.






I'm pretty sure that I was never this active, even as a child. He definitely took after his Dad.  Those two can work from sun-up to sundown and whistle a happy tune to boot. I was thirty-nine when he was born; such a rocky time for us.  I developed pre-eclampsia, and our little one was born at only twenty-nine weeks. This was followed by a six week stay in the NICU. Terrifying, as I'm sure too many of you moms out there know. Something about leaving your baby behind at the hospital, in the care of others, is just so unnatural.  In those weeks, I had a breakdown and could hardly function. 





But, it was only for a season, and now just look at him, all big and strong.  So hard to believe that he started out at a mere three pounds, seven years ago.  Boy, God is so good.
Until Next Time,
A.E
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