Showing posts from October, 2010

Happy Halloween!

Cutest soccer player ever.

With the refs. (They're probably really biased refs.)

Trick or treat!

Handing out candy.

I'll tell you about Lydia's costume in another post since I was so pumped about how it came out. =)

stating the obvious

It is Friday!


guest blogger: Lydia

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Here is our mum out by our bench.

Isn't the yellow so pretty?

I think it might need some more water; it looks a little dry in there.

$60 tickets

Southwest is having a sale: flights between Philadelphia and Nashville are $60 one-way for travel dates December 1 through 15 and January 4 through February 16. (Purchase by October 28th.) Who wants to come visit?! You could wake up to the giggles of this happy camper.

happy birthday, daddy!

guest blogger: Lydia

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Today is my daddy's birthday. It is our first birthday together as last year, I was still utilizing fetal circulation in October. (Or that's what Mama tells me anyway.)

On Saturday, we went to the park together where Daddy helped me ride the slide.

He is the best dad in the whole wide world. Happy Birthday, Daddy! I love you!


guest blogger: Lydia

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On the weekends, Daddy makes breakfast. Even though I have already eaten my breakfast, I always have room for whatever Daddy and Mama are eating. I crawl over, pull myself up, and make sure they see me and my eagerness to eat.

Fortunately, they are really good at sharing.

Because I am really good at eating!

someone take her to Chick-Fil-A

I don't want to start a debate on immunizations; you may think whatever you want to think about them. Let's just please not talk about that hot button topic here. =) I have gotten the flu shot for the past decade (got mine last week, actually), so yesterday Lydia got her first dose of the flu shot. Apparently there is a two-dose immunization for little people who are too young for the nasal dose, so we went in today for dose number one. We will get dose number two at our one year well visit next month. Lydia shocked me as she did not even flinch or fuss one bit. She just looked at me with her big, blueberry eyes and a smile on her face. My brother says on his sports blog after a strong performance by NFL teams, "Someone take them to Chick-Fil-A." Which is precisely what we did.

repeat tasks

This is the state of my living room most of the day.

We (ahem, I) put the toys and books back on the shelf at least three times a day - usually before a nap or bedtime - and we (ahem, Lydia) clear the shelves whenever we enter this room.

When I worked as a nurse in the intensive care units, my day was on a type of repeat with vital signs every so many hours and routine tasks such as rounds and decluttering my patients' rooms. Now as a stay-at-home-mama, my day is on repeat with different routine tasks such as reloading the bookshelf and cleaning up the high chair (and surrounding floor) after meals. I have repeat tasks and routines to keep but very different things from an intensive care unit to a home. Those differences are so very, very good. I wouldn't trade this time with my baby for anything. I am so thankful I am able to do what I do.


guest blogger: Lydia

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I really want to climb the stairs.

I can handle this first one easily, but look how steep the next step is!

I think I am going to be stuck on this bottom step for a long time.

So sad.


Why are pens so much fun?

And are they really that tasty?


Our neighbors replaced their bench and asked if we wanted their old one. We eagerly accepted.

Lydia loves it. She waves to the neighbors from it. (And I'm never quite sure who enjoys it more - Lydia or the neighbors.)

Plus, she gets something outside to help with her standing and cruising besides Joe's stoop railing.

Our neighbors (and not just the ones who gave us the bench) are such a blessing. I am so thankful for our block!


It has been awhile since I have been so excited for the weekend. It is Friday; tomorrow is Saturday; cheese grits are baking in the oven (!!!), and I am going to camp out on the couch. Have no fear: my computer is finished backing up, and I will have blog posts ready to go by Monday morning.

Lydia will be eleven-months-old tomorrow. Then next month means twelve months. To state the obvious, twelve months is one year. So exciting and so . . . ugh. Sniffle.

Here she is at the park on Tuesday - rocking all by herself on the dinosaur.

computer block

I do not have writers block, but my computer is busy backing up all of my photos. Thus, I cannot overwhelm it with new photo uploads from my camera. Thus, the programs are all running slower than usual since the backup is hogging the energy and memory (or something) and also taking forever.

Anyway, I'll make it up to you next week with interesting posts and pictures, and I'll try to capture some good iphone photos or a video for Thursday's and Friday's posts since those are simpler to upload.


Lydia loves to eat. (Aaron frequently tells me, "like mother, like daughter.") I cannot eat anything without sharing it as Lydia quickly crawls over to me and flaps her arms up and down. We're working on "please," but pointing and "mama" is as far as we've gotten. Anyway, I'm trying to encourage her to use the spoon for more than just banging on the metal tray of her high chair. We have a long way to go, but Lydia found an alternate way to eat yogurt instead of waiting for me to spoon-feed it to her: finger dipping.

If only I looked so cute with yogurt all over my face. (I love this little lady.)

titleless - some random musings

Here in Philadelphia, the Phillies are Phightin’. I love postseason baseball. I mean, I love baseball that is not postseason, too, but the excitement in the air of postseason baseball is palpable. Having my beloved Phillies as a part of it only makes the postseason baseball experience so much more exciting.
(As it goes with sports, with the recent success of the Phillies, there are far too many fair weather fans camping out on the bandwagon. Please remember the Phillies’ sad decade in the late 90s and early 2000s after their loss to the Blue Jays in the 1993 World Series. I remember my parents waking us up in the ninth inning to watch Wild Thing (Mitch Williams) finish off the Atlanta Braves as the Phillies won the NLCS to advance to the World Series. Mitch Williams catapulted into Darren Daulton’s arms after the final pitch as the rest of the team swarmed around them. Beautiful moment. [Pause for emphasis.] Sigh. Then, it was a long losing (almost) decade (eight seasons – seven if you…


Technically, it's linguini, but same difference.


guest blogger: Lydia

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Who wants to play catch with me?

new movie

Does anyone remember the days of fighting over who got to hold the video on the way home from the store back when movie rentals had the real movie covers (instead of the generic video store label)? We didn't buy many movies growing up, but we almost always bought the newest Disney films. I remember wanting to be the one holding the new VHS and admiring the cover in the car on the way home from the store. I can't remember if this scenario played out very often or if we took turns holding the covers or if we just always argued or if I just made those shenanigans up in my head.

Regardless, yesterday, Lydia enjoyed a benefit of being the only child: there was no one else who wanted to hold the new movie on the way home from the store.

I think she relished the moment.


A few hours ago, I dropped my friends - Rebekah and Leah - off at the airport. After four days filled with conversation, pumpkin spice lattes, IKEA, Chick-fil-A, brainstorming things to do with a ten-month-old in the city in the rain, apple pie, fresh-baked bread from Sarcone's Bakery, laughter, and gelato, they returned to Nashville. (Technically, they're in the air en route as I write this since, unfortunately, the rain contributed to flight delays.) I already miss them.

Since I was preoccupied with enjoying their companionship (and also not wanting to expose my camera to the wet elements of nature), I failed to take many pictures. Rebekah and Leah really were here, but I really need to get a picture of the three of us together. Maybe next time I'll remember.

Lydia definitely enjoyed the extra attention and additional playmates. She'll probably be really bored tomorrow when they don't appear after breakfast.

Thanks for visiting, friends! I love you lots! =)