Wednesday, February 27, 2008


This morning it is flurrying at our house. After catching a glimpse of the snow through the kitchen window, K. got very excited and started yelling, "Momma, I knew it would snow! I dreamed about it last night!" I didn't even mention the possibility of snow to her last night because I didn't want to get her hopes up. There's barely a dusting on the ground, but as she was standing at the window, she said, "God, please let the snow stay on the ground. I have never built a snowman before." She makes my heart melt. And unfortunately, the sun is making an appearance and melting the snow. I don't think there will be any snowmen built at our house tonight.

Friday, February 15, 2008


Lori tagged me, B., to list six of my "quirks/random habits." Here they are:

1. I'm a neat freak, to the point where I drive my family crazy and my husband says, "please tell me you're not in that mood." Meaning: please don't go all psycho on us about cleaning up our messes. I'm forever picking up things and putting things away, to the point that some days I can't even sit down and relax. I'm working on would be a good example of my trying to improve. The house is a wreck and I'm on the computer.

2. I bite my nails. It's disgusting, I know. And I'm such a freak about germs, yet I can't stop. Oh, and it absolutely disgusts me to see others bite their nails. I gave up biting my nails for Lent, it's one of the hardest things for me, in hopes of stopping for good. I've tried this before; it didn't work.

3. I love to read blogs. All sorts, but especially cooking and home improvement ones. I stay up at night reading them. Am I a weirdo?

4. To go along with the home improvement blogs, I often visit Lowe's and pick out paint colors and new counters for my kitchen and bathrooms, even though I have no intentions of painting or replacing the counters. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to do those things, but with little time or extra money to put towards most of those projects, I don't. So I just spend a lot of wasted time thinking about it. ;-)

5. Back to the germ thing...I wash my hands at least 10 times while preparing supper, in addition to the 1,000 other times a day that I'm washing or using hand sanitizer. My skin is often flaking off, cracking and peeling from my excessive handwashing and from over use of hand sanitizer. I even buy expensive, so-called "healing" lotions, but I tend to wash them off before they have time to work.

6. I don't like to talk on the phone, but I call Lori almost every Friday and talk (or listen to John) for at least 45 minutes. And in this time period I'll say "I'm going to let you go" at least three times, but I continue to talk. Lori is a good listener, guess she'd have to be to be my friend (as most of you know, I'm chatty, to say the least).

Hope you guys don't think I'm too strange...

Thursday, February 7, 2008

All by myself

Tonight P. put on his coat all by himself. Didn't he do a good job? He's also wearing his basketball jersey. He insisted on wearing it to church tonight. When K. was trying to tell him that there was a "T" on his shirt for Tennessee, he got mad and yelled, "This my basketball shirt. Go Vols!" We can always count on P. for a good laugh.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

A good report

Yesterday we drove to Nashville and back (maybe I shouldn't say we, R. drove the entire trip) so K. could see Dr. Kelly (her plastic surgeon) for her annual check-up. He gave us great news --
she will not have a surgery this year! We couldn't be happier. He said that she is progressing wonderfully and her next surgery may not be until she is 7 years old (he gave us the range of 7 - 14 years old to repair her gumline - they take bone from her hip to replace the split in her gumline). We will return in Febuary 2009 for another check-up.

Friday, February 1, 2008

The perfect date...according to K. ...

The perfect dress. {It matches her blue eyes.}

The perfect daughter.

The perfect daddy. {With the perfect dress-matching shirt - good job, Mom.}

The perfect flowers. {Thanks, Mimi.}

The perfect date.

It's a very special night as K. and R. are off to the 2008 Daddy-Daughter Dance. They're meeting up with another daddy-daughter couple for dinner and then heading to the local high school to dance the night away. I can't wait to hear all about it. I'm so lucky to have a husband that adores his children as much as R. does. And as they say about daddy's and their little girls, K. has him completely wrapped around her little finger.