Deli Rose Delight

So what. Tuesday. 

So what if I'm driving to Chattanooga tomorrow because I have been craving a Deli Rose for weeeeeeeks. Like, 16 weeks. 

So what if I got dressed and ready for the gym today. Never made it.

So what if I just found cheese in the fridge from Jacob's birthday party. February 19th, y'all.

So what if I've had more cotton candy and brownies than real food today.

So what if I'm obsesssssed with this Storksak diaper bag. Must. have. one. 

So what if all day long I cleaned the house and did laundry. And it doesn't look any different. :eye roll:

So what if Jake brought my phone to me today and was chanting "Dada! Dada!" So we FaceTime'd. Kids these days. 

So what if I'm jealous of my little girl's hair, something serious.

So what if I'm eating broccoli for dinner. And that's it. Please see #4. 

So what if our beach trip is in 18 days and we still need to find boarding for the dogs. Any takers?!

This day was a lazy day and a housekeeping day. I had some sleepy kiddos that turned into wild and crazy kiddos. I made sure to have something for dinner for K, and am just now realizing there's nothing for me. Hmph. This week is going to be the best week. My birthday yesterday, a warm and toasty Deli Rose tomorrow, I get to hear sweet baby Guff's heartbeat Thursday and then a weekend getaway to the mountains with two of my best gals. husbands and babies, too. Um, I'm making this:

That's right. I should probably make two.

Hope your week is off to a great start! If it's not, start over tomorrow.

Until Next Time,
The Guff

Twenty Eight

So, today I turned 28.

I always said that 27 would be my "scary year". My "I should be a grown up by now" year.  It was a good year. It was a scary year. I still don't feel like a grown up.

I feel like I've changed this year. Maybe the ones closest to me can see that. I'm still working on it. I have been given another day. Another go at it.

This weekend my husband surprised me with something priceless. Time.

Once we got home from church, he told me to pack a bag. And to hurry. His mom would be here soon.
We packed, we gave goodbye smoochies, and we headed out. Alone.

He booked a room at the Four Seasons and said I could do whatever I wanted to. So when we checked in I just laid in the bed. Enjoyed the quiet. Then, we hopped up and walked to the Dogwood Festival. No stroller. It was a beautiful day. We talked about how the kids would've loved it. We held hands. We went back, got showers and I laid around in my robe for hours. It's :kind of: the best robe there has ever been. We went to TAP for apps and drinks [Beck's Non-Alcoholic, Word!] And South City Kitchen for dinner. Have you ever had their shrimp & grits? Dead. I'm dead. We walked back to the hotel and rented a movie. I put my robe back on. I was asleep before 9.

I was up at 6. I watched the news, uninterrupted. in the quiet. In my robe. We got showers, and took as long as we wanted to. There were no children peeking in, and there was no hurrying to relieve the other one from chaos said children.

We went to Highland Bakery for breakfast. Because it's the best. They served me like I was 11 people. The most food I have ever seen on one plate. ohmyword. Have you had their peanut butter french toast? Get it.

We went back to the hotel to check out and K bought me a robe. Because it was the best. And he is the best. And it was the best time.

Since he took the day off we just took naps and played with kids and nothing else. He cooked a porterhouse and asparagus for dinner. We're eating ice cream for dessert. I gained 37 pounds in the last 24 hours. And that's how it's done.

I got the sweetest messages and phone calls today. People thinking of me. And all I could think about were my sweet parents. 28 years ago, they had 4 kids. My mom was 28. My dad was 32. Thanks for being crazy kids. Thanks for choosing life. Thanks for wanting juuuust one more. Thanks for loving me so sweetly for the last 28 years. I love you both like peanut butter french toast from Highland Bakery crazy.

Dogwood Festival

THE robe.

THE breakfast.

THE bump. 16 weeks! 

I've got 49 minutes left of this birthday, and I'm going to spend them with my boo. 

Happy Birthday to me. It was one for the books. 

Until Next Time, 

The Guff

Here's What

So what? Here's what.

You know those brownie pans they sell on TV? No? Hang on. These:

Who buys these? Nobody wants the edge. Nobody. Everyone knows that brownies are supposed to be mushy, chewy, warm and soft. Nobody wants the edge. Hang it up, brownie pan.

So What... 

If I'm barely squeezing in my jeans today. Blame it on the dryer....again...

If there's 3 loads of laundry folded and ready to be put away in baskets. Chamblee needed a new track to be built today. Priorities.

If I was asked recently if Chamblee & Jacob were twins. 1.5 years and 2 pounds apart? It seems legit.

If my 2.5 year old has more intellectual conversations with me than some adults I know.

If I stole a few swigs out of Cham's sippy cup today at the playground. Dude, it was 80-something degrees out there.

If I could sit in the yard and pick weeds. all. day. It's kind of addicting.

If K is filing Chamblee's nails right now. Seriously. He just asked me to pass him my nail file, and he's buffing away. I sure love that man.

If I put my sports bra on sideways this morning in the dark. And until 2:00 couldn't -for the life of me- figure out why one side didn't fit. I'm such a loser. 

If my baby girl is still awake at 9:38. She helped me make brownies after dinner... and it just didn't seem right to send her to bed without getting to eat one. They're cooling off. 

If I ate half a pint of ice cream during nap time today. Back off. I'm pregnant, didn't you hear?

Brownies are done. Time for bed. And just in time for Scandal.
:Update: It's a RERUN? Again? So what if I just threw an imaginary beer can at the TV.
Good. Night.

Until Next Time,
The Guff

Just Another Day

Thanks, Y'all! We have gotten so many well-wishes and sweet messages about baby guff.

It's a funny thing, how people react to a pregnancy announcement. We have gotten several different responses, but listen. Here are the most common responses we have gotten for #3:

-Screaming, dancing, hugging, so excited. Screaming. dancing. 
-No response, no acknowledgement, at all. Still not sure if they heard about it yet.
-"Uh, I thought y'all were gonna wait a while?"
-"Dang, how many kids do you want?"

And my favorite response to "Was this planned?" is, "Of course it was... ya know... God... before the beginning of time...?" I haven't said it out loud yet. I'm not that pregnant and careless...yet. If I made a pie chart for which response we got, from whom, and how often, you might be surprised. But you might not. People are happy to celebrate you when you are doing things that they approve of. On their timeline. Things that are 'normal'. But go outside of expectations and BAM. It makes me sad to know that people don't often enough celebrate together and share in others' joy. Oh well. WE ARE SO EXCITED! 

We are excited that the cat is out of the bag, and we were thrilled to finally tell Chamblee. Although, she said that I could keep the new baby, and she would keep Jacob. Hm. She has also asked me every morning and after every naptime, "Mommy, is the new baby out yet?" It is going to be a long 6 months... :)

The beach is 26 days away. Is it too early to pack? I got up and tried on all of my bikinis this morning, and this year I think I will actually let the 1 piece take a rest. Of course, I'll be in my 20th week of pregnancy... so there'll be a little bump. Cute, no? Don't answer. I'll be asking my honesty-guru to see if this is a good decision. She'll know if the 1 piece should be retired or not.

Oh snap. My birthday is next week and I legit already thought I was 28. Like, when someone asked me, I said 28. Months ago. What is wrong with me? I don't know what is going on around here, but birthdays are not what they used to be. I used to love them, make the biggest deal, and now I'm kind of like.... can we skip that day? Not because of anything other than laziness. Does anyone else feel like that? No? I'm a loony bin? Oh. I just feel like it's such a to-do. What do you wanna do, where do you wanna eat, what do you want, who is going to babysit? Meh. It's just another day.

Also, I'm having serious issues with nail polish. I know. That sounds really crazy. But from a reformed-nail-biter who is excited to actually get to paint my nails, it's annoying. What is your favorite polish? I have tried Essie, OPI and Sally Hansen... with Seche Vite top coat...and within 1 or 2 days they peel off. Like, peel. not chip. Is it because I do dishes all day? Is it true that only non-moms can have beautifully manicured nails? I hope not. Help.

What a schmoregesboard. Hopefully I'll have some new material soon. For now I will just let my chi'ren destroy the house while I think of things to write about. *Just looked up. Jacob has deodorant sunscreen all over his hands and legs.

Annnnnnd scene. 

Until Next Time,
The Guff

January 26, 2013

Let me tell you about the most fertile people I have ever met. Us.

Rewind. A few months ago my dog threw up in our bathroom. A little patch of grass. Normally I would scoop it up with some toilet paper and go about my day. This time, the smell was so bad that it made me throw up. I made K clean it up. A little ridiculous, I admit.

Fast forward a few days. K was eating hard boiled eggs for breakfast and I was upstairs getting ready. I smelled them. As I came down the stairs the smell got worse and worse. I mean, no one likes the smell of a boiled egg, but really. I threw a little tantrum and would not shut up about how terrible, awful, disgusting they smelled. And why didn't they always smell so. bad. the million other times we had eaten them?

And then it hit me.
The smells.
Oh. Help me.

Still too soon to take a test. So, I waited. A week later, we were getting ready to go out with friends to Ormsby's. I turned on my hair straightener, peed on the stick, got dressed & did my makeup, then went back in to check. In my head, I knew it was technically impossible. But then, I already knew the truth.

I called K upstairs to help me with something. He walks in our bedroom as I'm pulling up my boots. I unfold myself and stare at him. He's so cute. I'm about to drop a bomb, and he's clueless.

"I'm pregnant." 

He started laughing and I started crying, then we swapped.
We hugged a lot, then kept taking turns laughing, staring, crying. Repeat.
We are so excited.

We go to Ormsby's early. I tell the waitress that I'm pregnant, and no matter what I order to bring me fruit juice. She tells us congratulations and keeps her word. I drink fruit juice all night. My friends kept asking me what it was, and I told them I didn't know, that I told her to surprise me. K rolls his eyes and gives me a smirk. I am begging God that they don't ask me to try it. He answers my prayer.

I want to tell everyone, but we decide to wait.

Yes, all you wide-eyed nay-sayers, pick your jaw up off the floor. We know how babies are made; and despite our best efforts- God sometimes has a bigger, better, more beautiful plan than we do. And that's one of my favorite things about Him. Three kids? The oldest just weeks over 3? I can't think of a better blessing than children, and I can't believe that God trusts me this much. We have always wanted a brood, a basketball team, a van full. And God is just honoring that desire for us.
We. Are. Thrilled. 

Until Next Time,
The so excited I'm pregnant and can tell people Guff

So What Every Day

So what if I don't do So What Wednesday anymore. Every day is So What around here. . .

So what if I hate when people text the same text like, three times. Dude. I got it. I'll write you back. When I see it, when I can or when I want to. Which isn't now. I've got my hands full [of good things], or I am finally getting to sleep for the first time in weeks. Chill.

So what if I've been napping. Every day. With my kiddos. So what if my house is a wreck- I'm snugglin'.

Speaking of a mess. So what if earlier I saw an empty goldfish bag on the floor. And stepped right over it. I said SO WHAT.

So what if I'm fairly certain I'm going to get pink eye. When your super-sick kiddo has some serious, serious [did I say serious] diapers, it gets everywhere. Ugh. Pink eye. Really. 

So what if K is doing a juice thing this week so I stocked up on lasagne and zitti. PASTA FOREVER!

So what if J's dance moves are incredible. Like, watch out world, hilarious. He gets it from his mama.

So what if when my kids barfed- all week- I couldn't clean it up. Thank you, Lord above that K was home. 

So what if I forgot to put our sheets and comforter in the dryer before our date last night. When we got home we slept on a pile of quilts. Loved it.

So what if I just had to say, "Don't run with your knife, sweetie." It's plastic, freak out one time.

So what if in preparation for our beach trip I am self-tanning it all the way to the top. And, by to the top, I mean to the top of the "I'd rather be orange than pale" totem pole.

So what, so what. I'm doing what it takes to survive around here. And that means I'm stepping over empty goldfish bags when we are in the middle of an intense game of hide and seek. And I'm forgetting about the laundry because I'm lysol-ing the whole house in prep for our babysitter, so we can gift ourselves an overdue date night. And yes, I'm ignoring your texts for a few hours while I self tan get pink eye because my babies are sick. Sweet, sweet babies. 

So What.

Until Next Time,
The Guff