Oct 1, 2012


I am procrastinating on my week beginning.  Waaaaahhhhhh!  I am kicking and screaming my way into Monday.  We had family in town this weekend to celebrate Miss Priss' baptism.  She was just perfect!  I just watched the service online, and I am grinning like a fool, while Hubs is appropriately somber and respectful.  I was just so thankful that my baby was acting right!

Mama and I polished the good silver for a celebration brunch at my parents' house post-church.   I'm of an opinion that some of those trays are just dying to come live at my house.  Between both sets of grandparents, and all of her little buddies (it was toddler central on the back lawn), Miss Priss was in hog heaven.  I was too busy preening to take any pictures!  You can take my word- everything was just gorgeous!

So, now I am just beat. It's rainy, gloomy, and I need to be curled up watching my baby do planks and creep backwards, with some tea and leftover pumpkin bread.

In other news AK just sent me this picture of me a year ago.  It's so funny how instinct and hormones override our good sense sometimes.  I see this picture, and I think "Ooooh, pregnancy!  So fun!"

WHAT?  No!  I did not enjoy pregnancy a bit!  It just amazes me how our bodies are hardwired like that.  Don't fret- I'm  not pregnant, nor do I plan to be anytime soon.  Miss Priss and Buddy are all I can handle at this juncture in time.

Finally, did y'all watch the UGA-UT game?  What a game! Since I was watching with my in-laws and family, all clad in orange, I was discreet in my cheering- but everyone was stressed on both sides by the end of that one.  Whew!


  1. Pretty pretty!! Haha. We had the same discussion this weekend about pregnancy. It is a trick I tell you!!

  2. I'm sure everything was just perfect for little miss' baptism! Do you think any of those platters want to come live at my house? :)

    And I could not agree more on pregnancy. Not fun. (And I say this as someone who had an easy one. I don't know how you did it!) How some people miss it, I'll never understand.

  3. Baby fever is certainly a dirty liar, am I right? Ha!

  4. Samma, when I see the reflection of the flowers in that shiny platter I am so proud of our (mainly mine, btw) hard work! Those platters are not traveling to your house anytime soon. Sorry, Sweet Pea


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