Thursday, September 22, 2011

Go Braves!

Last Monday afternoon around 2:00, David scored some awesome tickets for the Braves game on Tuesday night.  He kindly offered them to me and told me I should take some girlfriends because he was going to be out of town for the weekend.  I tried to make it a girl's night, but busy schedules prevented that from happening.  It was a blessing in disguise though, because it wound up being just the 3 of us.  We left Finley at home with a sitter.  It was a night game and she doesn't sit still so it probably would not have been that much fun for her.  Finley, we promise to make it up to you.

This wasn't Ella's first Braves game.  Like crazy people, we took her to her first game when she was 5 weeks old.  But, it was to celebrate a friend's birthday and we had a suite.   David and I did look at each other as we are wheeling our 5 week old newborn through the crowds of Turner field with a "Oh my Lord, what have we done?" look on our faces, but she survived and didn't contract any diseases while she was there.  And a good time was had by all.

And the fun continues 3 years later.  It was such a fun and special night.  Ella was the cutest Braves fan ever and she even learned the "Tomahawk Chop".  She tasted Dip and Dots ice cream for the first time and LOVES it.  We also learned this very important fact:  peanuts are a good way to keep toddlers entertained.  Ella worked on trying to shell a peanut for a good 20 minutes while we were at the game.  It was so cute.  She loved the game so much that she wanted (and did) to wear her Braves shirt to preschool the very next day.

Before the game.  Please note David's shirt.  He bought it for himself.  

Turner Field.  

View from our seats.  

Ella sitting with her legs crossed.  

Me and Ella.  

Working on her peanut.  

Still working...

Still going.  

Almost done.  

The Tomahawk Chop.  I think her arm gets tired because she tries to hold it up with the other hand. (Video is a little long).  

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Lake Tahoe

Two weeks ago, David and I flew out to Lake Tahoe for a wedding.  It was ok.  Just kidding.  The wedding and Lake Tahoe were the following things:  absolutely beautiful, best time ever, and crazy fun.  We headed out there a day early and stayed at the Ritz, compliments of Marriott points.  (I guess that's the silver lining when David traveled all the days a few years ago.  Free, nice hotel rooms).  It was a treat for us to stay at the Ritz and we loved it.  It was so fun and we spent the day with our dear friends, the Burkes.

The next two nights were spent at this quaint and cute bed and breakfast on the lake.  It was so "Tahoe-y" if I can even use that word because that was my first trip out there.  We spent the days just taking it easy, eating, and drinking.  What's not to love right?  And let me just say this, the lake is really big.  Like, huge.  And beautiful.

The wedding was absolutely, hands down, the most beautiful wedding ever.  First, Justin, David's buddy from college, and his wife, Victoria, are a beautiful couple.  And beautiful couples get married in beautiful places right?  Must be because they got married on a pier in the middle of Lake Tahoe.  There is a good chance that I might over-use the word beautiful when I describe their special day.  The reception, which was outside too, was incredible.  It was like it was right out of a bridal magazine or something.  Everything from the chandeliers to the flowers to the amazing band was perfect.   I'm so glad I married a man that likes to dance because this band was awesome and we had the best time out on the dance floor.  It was such a memorable weekend.  Justin and Vicky, thank you for including us in your wedding day and we wish you nothing but the best in your marriage.

Here are just a few pictures from the weekend.

Me and Hannah.  

The Burkes and Us. 

The view from our gondola ride at the Ritz.  

The view from our room at the best bed and breakfast ever.  The picture is not that great, but you get the idea.  

Most beautiful wedding ever.  Picture does not do it justice, but I didn't want to be "that" girl taking tons of pictures.  

Us, sitting on a rock at the Ritz. 

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Breaking News

Apparently, a lot of people were confused over the whole chicken/rooster question I posted last week.  Thanks to our Aunt Connie (who lives on a farm in Iowa), I now know the following:

a female chicken is called a "pullet" until it lays eggs then it's a "hen".  

Who knew??

New School Year

My babies both started school last week.  I'm kind of in shock about it.  This will be Ella's 3rd year and Finley's 1st at the preschool.  We are in love with their school and it's been so great for Ella and will be for Finley too.  Ella goes to class on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays from 9:00-12:15 and Finley goes on Mondays and Wednesdays from 9:00-11:00 for the 1st month and then from 9:00 to 12:00 after that.  We're only 1 full week in and I find myself constantly asking myself what day it is.  But so far, so good.  I haven't shown up to drop off Finley on a Friday yet.  I'm sure that time will come.

And, it's now official.  I'm a for realz mom.  As proof I have a carpool number on my windshield.  (All I need now are mom jeans to go with my button down shirts.  Have you even noticed how all the moms in commercials always wear button down oxford type shirts?  Especially during commercials for cleaning products?  Ok, I'm getting off track).  Anyways, see picture below of said carpool number.  Ella loves carpool.  Me, I just kind of like it.  For the past 2 years, I've walked her to her room and picked her up.  In doing so, I was able to see her in her room with all of her friends and talk to a lot of the other moms.  Now, I drop her off and other moms and teachers take her to her room.  I was expecting (read kind of hoping for) at least a slight hesitation on the first day of carpool.  It didn't even phase her and she hopped right out of the car like she'd been doing it since she was born.  She said "bye bye mommy, love you" and was off.  It's funny how the most random things are another reality check that my "baby" is growing up and becoming a true big girl.

Finley has been awesome her first few days.  This past Monday, her teacher told me that she will be walking by Wednesday (today).  She was right because she's walking now.  I'm still way not used to seeing her upright, but it's really cute to see.  She still crawls some too, but we are quickly approaching the point where she's walking all the time.  Surprisingly, she has not freaked out when I hand her over to her sweet teachers either.  It's so fun to drop her off and pick her up and get a quick peek at what she's doing.

Here are a couple of pictures we took on their first day of school as well as a picture of my mom badge.

Finley's 1st Day. 

My mom badge.  

Both girls on the 1st day.  It's almost impossible to get a mutually good picture of them.  

Ella on her 1st day.  


September 11th

Lots to post about.  My upcoming posts will include the girls' first day of school (crazy), our recent trip to Lake Tahoe for a wedding (incredible) and whatever else comes to mind, which Lord knows what that might be.  But, I have to blog about that tragic and scary day.

Everyone knows exactly what they were doing 10 years ago.  I guess that's how something is made into a defining moment.  I was a senior in college living in an apartment with Lauren Cappaert.  It was a Tuesday morning and I think I only had 1 class that day and a soccer game later in the afternoon.  I got a call from my mom letting me know that a plane had hit the World Trade Center and that she and my dad were heading up to church to pray.  I kind of didn't believe her at first and I remember thinking that it was an accident or some fluke.  I immediately turned on the TV and watched the horror of the day unfold before my eyes.  I still remember the tone in Katie Couric's voice as the first tower fell and I remember thinking I must be watching a movie.  I remember the fear, anger, sadness, pride, and grief I felt that day and the days that followed.  I remember wanting to turn off the TV and radio and that just maybe that would make the day "unhappen" but I also remember not wanting to turn it off because I couldn't pull myself away.

One thing I often think about is the victims and the impact their deaths have had on their families, friends, and loved ones.  A mother, father, brother, sister, aunt, uncle, daughter, son, friend, cousin, etc.  So many lives taken and so many futures that will never happen.  There is still so much sadness about that day.  The sheer magnitude of the day and the lasting effects are hard to wrap my brain around sometimes.  So Sunday, as every anniversary since, was filled with lots of thought, reflection, tears, and prayer.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Random Things

Last night at dinner, I was thinking about the book I read Ella before her nap.  Why I think about children's books when I'm not reading and discussing them is beyond me, but I guess it comes with the territory of being a mom. Anyways, the book is about all sorts of farm animals and about how the male rooster wakes all the other farm animals up every morning.  So are you dying to know where this random insight into my brain is going?  Here's our dinner conversation that will perfectly tie all of this crazy randomness together:

Me:  "Since all roosters are male, does that mean all chickens are female?"
David (with a look that says I can't believe you just asked me that and I know I should know the answer but I don't):  "Yes, all chickens are female...I think".
Me:  "Are you sure?"
David:  I don't know".
Me: "Well all roosters are male, right?"
David:  "Yes".
Me:  "So that would mean that all chickens are female right?'.
David:  "I don't know".
Malia:  "So the chicken we are eating right now is a female chicken?"
David:  "I think so.  Google it.  Or call my mom".

We wound up calling an expert....his mom.  She was raised on a farm in Iowa so she would know the answer right?  We called her and I think she thought we had be smoking something because it was probably the most random question she's ever been asked.  I'm still not completely sold on her answer, that yes, all chickens are female.  But, she has more knowledge on the subject so I'll go with her answer until I hear otherwise.  So if any of you fellow readers out there can answer this question with 100% certitude, you will be my hero (well, not really, I'll just think you are really smart). "Are all chickens female?"

I will share this tidbit of knowledge with you though.  In being Dianne's daughter-in-law for over 6 years now, I've learned this very important piece of information.  If chickens look up when it's raining, they will drown.  Who would have ever thought this?

And since we are on the subject of mystery questions, please answer the following questions as well:

1.  If you live in one time zone and work in another, what time do you leave your house, what time do you arrive at work, what time do you leave work, and what time do you arrive back home?  I always think about this when we drive through Alabama and the time changes from eastern to central.

2.  If you live in New York City and don't own a car, how do you bring home a baby home from the hospital?

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Look Who's Walking

After 13 months, Finley is now a walker.  Well, kind of.  She still crawls way more than she walks, but I was able to get this video of her yesterday.

Both of my babies start school this week.  So crazy right?  Anyways, we met their teachers this week.  LOVE them.  Finley's teacher told us she needed to wear shoes.  She's never worn shoes before.  Ever.  So, we went shopping today for some shoes for our sort of walker.  I think she thought they were food because she kept putting them into her mouth and trying to chow down.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Bye Bye Baptist

After our trip to the beach, I headed back to Jackson with the girls for a few days to celebrate Kurt's retirement from Mississippi Baptist (or "Sippi Batist" in Ella language).  David joined us on Monday after coming back to Atlanta for a few days.  After 15 years, Kurt's tenure as CEO came to close and there was a lot of celebrating to do because both he and Dianne have done so much for the hospital.  It has been such a wonderful place for Kurt and Dianne.  We attended a dinner on Tuesday night as sort of a "roast" of Kurt from all of his staff.  It was so much fun, meaningful, and special to everyone.  There were lots of laughs and some tears too.  On Wednesday, we went to a reception at the hospital as it marked Kurt's official last day.  

I've never known anyone who loves his/her job more than Kurt does.  Like ever.  He eats, breathes, and lives anything from the hospital world.  Once you get him started on hospital stuff, 2 hours later, he's still going strong.  Even the hard, hard days were always good days for Kurt.  One of his favorite aspects of his job was making rounds, which consisted of bringing doughnuts and cookies to the nurses working the night shift.  One of his favorite places in the hospital is the NICU.  He took us on our tour once and it's the most amazing place ever.    

He will stick around Baptist for a while doing some projects at the hospital and then heading up a foundation later next year.  I know both he and Dianne are happy that he will still be involved at Baptist.  Kurt is not one to ever sit still.  If he wasn't sticking around, I'm sure Dianne would come home to find him doing something totally random like organizing their winter coats packed away in the attic upstairs or rearranging their spices.  So, it's the end of a long chapter of their lives, but not the end of the story.  Onto the next adventure!  

Here's a link to an article from the Clarion Ledger and some pictures from some of the parties:

Friday, September 2, 2011

Beach Pictures

First day on the beach.  Finley, not on the sand. 

Graga and DeeDee fixing an amazing dinner!

Finley in the tube, not on the sand. 

Ella going tt in the ocean.  She insisted on taking off her bathing suit.  

Finley, not on the sand.  

Ella on her boogie board. 

Ella, all wiped out from too much fun.  She's sleeping in a wet bathing suit and sandy feet.  

Me and Finley. 

Cutie Pie!

Finley and her bud, Grandpa. 

Running makes Finley tired.  

Ella going surfing.  

Me and my girls.  

The 4 of us.  

Finley in her floating island.  Again, not on the sand. 

Miss Ella. 

Finley, on her blow up island.  Again, not on the sand. 

Graga and Finley. 

Looking for crabs. 


Me and David.  

My babies.  

Gammy, Grandpa and the girls. 

How we kept Finley entertained while we were packing up to leave.