Grace got curlers for her hair. She was staying at Gigi and Big Daddy's one night until Scott and I got off work at the Oyster Bar. After her bath, Gigi put them in her hair.
And the next morning, she had curly hair! She loved it!
Showing posts with label just because. Show all posts
Showing posts with label just because. Show all posts
Monday, June 17, 2013
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Sleeping Beauty
"Despite having a million things to do, it is very hard to look away from my sleeping baby."
-M. Ovalle
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Build Me Up Buttercup!
One day after church we decided to drive around Washington and Tyrrell Counties. The Buttercups are by the "ma-millions" as Grace says. We decided one field was too pretty not to stop and take a few photos.
Monday, June 3, 2013
Too small?
As I was cleaning up one day, Grace hollered for me to come look at her. She had taken one of her newborn layettes that is usually on one of her baby dolls off and tried it on herself. :) Such a silly girl.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Seasons of Change
We're still here, and busy as ever! Lots of things have changed since our last post. The weather has finally warmed up, things have become green again and the pretty flowers are blooming. But, the biggest change is that we now have a FOUR year old in the house! :) Crazy how time flies...
Thursday, April 11, 2013
2nd Day of Spring: More Snow
On the 2nd day of Spring we got a little more snow.
That silly groundhog lied! ;) It's been really cold here lately.
This time nothing stuck, but it was still fun to try and catch it! :)
3.21.13
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Cell Phone Photos
I really don't know what I'd do without the camera on my phone...
And the app Instagram is my favorite!
Monday, April 8, 2013
Friday, April 5, 2013
Rainy Days
Seems like we've had lots of rain lately. Here's Grace doing more "homework" while we were stuck inside on a rainy day.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Snuggles
Sorry for the lack of blogging lately. Just wanted to share this photo with you all that was taken this past Sunday. Scott and I had a long weekend away in Nashville, TN and Grace spent time with Tammy, John, Jacq, & Z. :) It sure was good to see her when we got home!
Sorry for the blurry-ness, but its just too cute not to share! :)
Sorry for the blurry-ness, but its just too cute not to share! :)
Friday, October 5, 2012
Thursday, October 4, 2012
My best friend's baby! :)
My best friend Bridget had a baby! We're so thankful that he is here and healthy and that Bridget is too! They both scared us there for a while!
Meet Baby Evan! :)
Grace LOVES baby Evan. She can't keep her hands off of him. She loves to hold him and kiss him. :)
Playing with Aunt Bridge & Uncle Stephen...
I've had the opportunity to photograph him a few times with my "work" camera too...
Isn't he precious! :) Yay for babies!
Meet Baby Evan! :)
Grace LOVES baby Evan. She can't keep her hands off of him. She loves to hold him and kiss him. :)
Playing with Aunt Bridge & Uncle Stephen...
I've had the opportunity to photograph him a few times with my "work" camera too...
Isn't he precious! :) Yay for babies!
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Hot Summer Days!
Some weekends this summer its been too hot to just hang out on the pier. The only way to be comfortable is to be riding in the boat with the wind blowing on you or to be in the water!
Everyone had the same idea:
Haley, Grace and our new friend Amanda:
Everyone had the same idea:
Haley, Grace and our new friend Amanda:
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Sweet Summertime!
My favorite days of summer are spent on the pier enjoying the sunshine... 
...watermelon makes it that much sweeter! :)
...watermelon makes it that much sweeter! :)
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Happy Mother's Day!
Three years ago on Mother's Day I received the best present of all. Grace. Although she was born on the Friday before Mother's Day, that Sunday we loaded her in the car and took her home.
28 and a half years ago I received another present. When I was born God blessed me with this beautiful, caring, amazing Mother, and I couldn't have picked a better Mom myself!
28 and a half years ago I received another present. When I was born God blessed me with this beautiful, caring, amazing Mother, and I couldn't have picked a better Mom myself!
Thankful that God chose this woman as my Mother and thankful she's also my best friend!
I saw the following poem below on Pinterest and found it very fitting for Mother's Day!
I saw the following poem below on Pinterest and found it very fitting for Mother's Day!
Thank you Mom, for EVERYTHING! xoxo
And I'm blessed to be the Mommy of this precious little thing...
Friday, April 6, 2012
Hip Hop Bunny
The Hip Hop Bunny comes this weekend! (Ever since watching Dora's Easter Adventure, that's what Grace calls the Easter Bunny.) The Easter Bunny sure has been good to Grace the past two years. I wonder what he'll bring this year! I remember always getting a bathing suit in my easter basket, seems like the easter bunny has carried on that tradition with Grace too.
2010 Basket:
2011 Basket:
What are some things you find in your child's Easter Basket?
Happy Good Friday friends!
2010 Basket:
2011 Basket:
What are some things you find in your child's Easter Basket?
Happy Good Friday friends!
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Married? In a Relationship? It's a good read!
Although Scott and I aren't married I found something in the following article that I really liked. I think people married or not, as long as you're in a relationship should read this. This was shared on one of my Facebook friend's pages, I thought I would share it with all of you.
“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last-minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The sales girl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
At the end of this particular blogs post it stated that:
If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you. If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.”
Ever think of throwing in the towel? In too much of a routine? Remember why you fell in love in the first place.
link I got it from: http://zidditamana.wordpress.com/2011/10/18/married-or-not-you-should-read-this/
“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last-minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The sales girl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
At the end of this particular blogs post it stated that:
If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you. If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.”
Ever think of throwing in the towel? In too much of a routine? Remember why you fell in love in the first place.
link I got it from: http://zidditamana.wordpress.com/2011/10/18/married-or-not-you-should-read-this/
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