Brock Batting at a Ball

No, not with a baseball bat, but with his hand. A milestone!! Go Baby :) Sorry for the sideways camera shot. We're new at this. This was a few weeks ago.

Baby Yoga?

There really is such a thing as baby yoga. You use your baby as a weight or something and then you can feel very hip and at one with the earth and say that you and your babes worked out together. (Not that I am endorsing being at one with the earth...I like yoga for exercise but not spirituality...we like being one with Jesus :) Well, we're not exactly doing baby yoga here, but my baby is using a yoga ball! Turns out he hates tummy time (more on this later), but he absolutely loves to be held up so he can practice standing. This love for "standing up" started several weeks ago and I find it kind of impressive for a kiddo his age--he's got his daddy's leg muscles :) Anyway, I read somewhere that you can lean them up against a beach ball to help them start balancing. Well, beach balls we do not have, but we do have two yoga balls, so I got the smaller one out and gave it a try. He seems to like it. Check out those quads!

Pack Up, Mama

Yesterday was a big day. My boys (I love saying that) helped me pack up my office where I will not be returning after maternity leave. I go back in a few days to sign paperwork and turn in keys, so I am not quite done, but loading all my personal belongings up on a cart and wheeling them out of that place was pretty significant. I loved my job. I love my boss. I love my Department. They have been so good to me for the last 9 years, but we are taking a step of faith and leaving it behind--trusting that God will provide for our family. I am so proud of my husband for leading us in this direction and thankful for the peace God is giving us. I have a new job now, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world :)

And Baby Makes Three...

Oh Blog...it's been a while. To say I've missed you wouldn't really be true, but since I have a moment today, I am revisiting you and it feels...nice. My last post was the week after I found out I was pregnant, about the time the morning sickness set in. Needless to say, you've had to take a backseat for a while, but I know you understand. Now baby Brock is 11 weeks old, sleeping for reasonable stretches of time at night, and there are lots of friends and family on the west coast and elsewhere eager to see his cute little face...so here we are, Blog. Thank you for waiting so patiently.

The Great Escape: A Prequel

I introduced you to Angel, the kitty escape artist, in a previous post. Here she is in action. Had to get it on video...photographs wouldn't do it justice. 

Pet Sitting our Favorite Bulldog

We are expert pet sitters. Tell your friends, tell your family...we are open for business. We missed all of our pet sitting jobs when we lived in Mississippi, and are so happy to be back. Our favorite house belongs to Curly the bulldog. We have a framed picture of Curly on our mantle. My husband loves this dog. His dream is to own a bulldog one day. My dream is that he will get his bulldog fix from pet sitting. In any case, we both love to take care of Lord Curlington.

Mimi's Cowboy Bathroom

Those of you who know my Mimi, or have known me long enough to hear me brag about her, know what an incredibly creative and gifted woman she is. She is a fabulous seamstress, quilter, knitter, scrapbooker, painter, cook, baker, hostess, party-thrower and interior decorator, and she is always using her talent to make other people happy. I love everything she has ever done for me...aprons, quilts, purses, cards, photo albums, picture frames, bedrooms...we're not talking not tacky grandmother stuff here...its the real deal. And I love her house. She is always doing something or other to spruce up the place. One of my favorite spaces in her home is her Cowboy Bathroom...kind of a John Wayne-style tip-of-the-hat to all of her kids and grandkids. I had to take some photos of it on my last visit. Love it!