Archive for August, 2012

Why you should carry Confederate money- August 31, 2012

Friday, August 31st, 2012

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I have a friend at work that regaled me with a little tale I want to pass on to you lovely readers.

This is Forsyth Park in Savannah, Georgia. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? This fountain is designed to be reminiscent of fountains in the Place de la Concorde in Paris and is near the city’s Confederate Memorial Statue. So show some semi-racist respect, you!

Anyway, my friend was walking her roommate’s dog when the little pup felt a call of nature. A solid call. My friend was panicked to realize she did not have a baggy for this doggy duty. Err, doodie. To make matters worse, the dog left its deposit on the cement sidewalk, in front of a police officer. Obviously, she would have to pay a fine if she left it in front of one of Savannah’s finest.

Oh she paid a fine, alright.

She searched her pockets for a bag, some paper, or anything to scoop the poop. My friend was forced to turn to America’s old pal George. George Washington. That’s right. She used a dollar bill to pick up s#*% off the sidewalk.

The dog’s name? Gucci Onasis. Only Gucci the dog would make you pay to pick up its poop.

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What I Wore Wednesday- August 29, 2012

Wednesday, August 29th, 2012

 

You see that?  Quick!  Someone call Barbizon!  Clearly I can give their students some tips.  I mean, look at that pose.  Okay, so I’m not a model, but I had fun last week linking up with Lindsey at The Pleated Poppy for What I Wore Wednesday.  Here we go again, I do have repeat jeans and some repeat shoes.  Sorry.  In my defense, we have a bunch of clothes in storage while we’re selling the house. (That’s my story, anyway.)

Top: H&M

Jeans: Citizens of Humanity

Shoes: White House Black Market

Sunglasses: Michael by Michael Kors

 

I love this dress!  I’m not sure if you can tell from the picture, but the stripes are navy, not black.  I should have taken a picture of the back.  It’s kinda funky, but cool.  I added the summer cardigan for a color pop.

Dress, cardigan, & belt: Target

Shoes: Jack Rogers

Purse: Francesca’s Collections

On Charlotte:

Onesie: Carter’s

Skirt: Baby Gap

Shoes: Stride Rite

Top: Francesca’s Collection

Jeans: Citizens of Humanity

Shoes: Jack Rogers

Earrings:  I seriously do not remember.  But, I like them.

I wanted to show this bracelet my mom gave me for my birthday earlier this month.  I absolutely LOVE it and have been finding tons of stuff to wear it with.  It’s pewter and is etched with poppies, the flower of August!

Bracelet: Salisbury Pewter

That’s it for this week!  Tell me what you think.  I’ll also take any modeling advice.  Happy Wednesday!

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On my way to where the air is sweet- August 27, 2012

Monday, August 27th, 2012

This is my daughter’s crew.  Elmo, Abby, Cookie, Ernie and Burt.  They are her buddies, playmates and confidants.  She drags them across the floor, plants wet kisses on their noses, and whispers her secrets to them in toddler gibberish.

Three of them are so familiar to me that it’s like they were my own toys being passed on to her.  Burt, Ernie, and Cookie Monster were as much a part of my childhood as they are of her’s now.  My husband and I have become reacquainted with our old favorites.  I’ve learned to appreciate the younger generation’s affinity for Elmo and Abby Cadabby.

Naturally as my school years came, I fell out of touch with the gang on Sesame Street.  The songs and tales of my preschool years buried themselves in the back of my brain and became distant memories of peering up at my parents old TV set.

This weekend my girl spotted a pair of bright magenta sneakers amongst all the sparkly, bright shoes in the store.  The smiling face peering up from her toes was all she needed to see.  She cried when the clerk had to take off her Abby Cadabby sneakers to get the right size.  She didn’t care if they squished her toes.  They were Abby shoes after all.

My mom was babysitting a few weeks ago and called, “Hey, does Sesame Street still come on at 4:00pm?”  I paused and laughed for two reasons.  One, because my mother assumed a show came on the same time that it did 30 years ago, and two because I realized my kid has never had to know what time Sesame Street starts.  She can watch it in an instant on the DVR, and the iPad.

When she goes to my mom’s house she has her pick of 20 Sesame Street books.  Each of them has  my maiden name in my mom’s handwriting in the inside front cover.  One of them still has crayon scribbles I distinctly remember making during a tantrum as a child.  They are all safely preserved, filled with familiar faces and stories my child now loves.

I’m not sure how my mom knew those stories would be so enduring.  Maybe she was just sentimental about my love for Sesame Street.   I can’t imagine I’ll throw away my daughter’s bundle of buddies either.

Maybe it’s because Sesame Street is once again a large part of my life, but I was genuinely sad to hear of the death of Jerry Nelson last week.  He was the voice and puppeter who made Count von Count come to life.  One day earlier this year, our little girl surprised us when she pointed to the Count in one of the books and gave her best impression of the friendly vampire, “Ah! Ah! Ah!”

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I feel like I owe The Children’s Television Workshop a debt of gratitude.  Thank you for making something so fun and pure.  Thank you for creating characters that feel like friends, singing songs I still know the words to, and teaching lessons that continue past childhood.  Thank you for sweeping the clouds away and bringing sunny days to another generation.

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There is no picture in this post- August 26. 2012

Sunday, August 26th, 2012

Today I rushed to get our abode looking pristine for the open house, and gather the large amount of stuff our little family seems to cart around. In my haste I committed a blogger cardinal sin. I left my camera at home. It got worse. I left my phone in the car during a photo worthy moment.

As cliche as it sounds, I’ll have to use my words to paint this picture for you.

During the open house we went to eat at a local pizza place where we could sit outside. The dog was with us. Afterward, Greyson wanted to sit in the car with Ginger so she could be in the cool air. Charlotte and I walked across the street to an ice cream shop.

My sweet girl wasn’t too squirmy as we waited in line behind two large families. I kissed her face still dotted with cheese, remnants of her lunch. I asked her what kind of ice cream she wanted. She smiled and pointed before leaning down to leave her tiny handprint on the frosty glass. I giggled, cherishing the time I have left to pick the flavor before she decides blue raspberry with gummy bears is a good idea.

She surprisingly stayed nearby and didn’t make her usual run for it when I had to put her down to pay. An ice cream cone in hand added to the awkward fumbling of carrying a diaper bag, my purse, and a toddler. But we made it to the bar stools along the edge of the shop, by the windows. The families took the stools so I sat Charlotte up on the bar and stood with her and our treat.

My babe and I shared sweet cream and cold kisses. I let her hold the cone in her chubby fingers. The scoop was about as big as her head, so I had to take bites from the other side to prevent ice cream catastrophe. She thought it was hilarious when I licked the same time she did. We bumped noses and licked fingers. The fast melting cone left deliciously sticky tracks down her arms. The teenagers behind the counter pumped some bumpin’ Top 40 over the speakers. This led to Charlotte bouncing to the music. Naturally, we had to dance a little. She laughed when I got silly and slurped up drips off her arm to the beat of the song.

A mother nearby looked at her messy face said, “You need to take a picture!”

Yeah. I wanted to. But, I could only take a mental picture. So I did. I locked in the image forever of my beautiful, growing baby with glowing blue eyes, light brown curls tied up in a pink bow, and feet dangling off the counter in toddler sneakers. Oh! And those cheeks! Still soft and round like a baby’s, smeared with melted ice cream, grinning up at me.

We polished off the cone and went to meet Daddy in the car. When we got there he said, “I watched you from the window and fell in love all over again. You two were having fun. You love your girl!” I reminded him how much I love him too.

It seemed I wasn’t the only one taking a mental picture. Remind me to forget the camera more often.

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A little fun- August 25, 2012

Friday, August 24th, 2012

Last night I crafted this deep and witty blog post about toddler behavior. Today I was like, “Oh, screw it! It’s Friday. Let’s have fun.” Here are two videos that rock my world. Sometimes during the day I’ll quickly watch them, just to get a glimpse of my girl and her antics.

The first video is Charlotte wishing her cousin a “Happy Birthday.” Please excuse my redneck ways of having her in just a diaper and a tie-dye t-shirt. My heart practically bursts when I listen to her sweet well wishes.

The second video is of my sister Julie and her husband Kevin. Clearly they are the fun-loving types and they adore their niece. They get all “Night at the Roxbury” on Charlotte with their goodbye hug. I can’t stop laughing when I see it.

Have a great weekend, everyone!

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