Sunday, February 2, 2014

Thursday, January 30, 2014

What hashtag problem?

I like hashtags - it's no secret.  I used them on Facebook before Facebook recognized them.  I might have used them in texts.  Once or twice, I've even used them in conversation.  I'm ready to accept now that there may have to be an intervention.


My name is Tricia... and I'm a hashtag addict.


(Don't judge me by my gross keyboard - please?  I blame the toddler.)

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Snow Day 2014!

Here I sit in my jammies, hanging out with my boy Glenn Burns and the rest of the Severe Weather Team.  Atlanta is a mess.  My yard is gorgeous.  I left work at 12:30P yesterday.  The snow was coming down hard, and my normal 40 minute commute took me 3.5 hours.  Thankfully, I have non-Southern friends (Hello, Brownings!!) who were willing to go and pick up Bo from his babysitter's house.  Cameron was in Atlanta doing *asuperawesomething* that I'm not going to disclose yet.  He drove 9.5 hours, like a champ, until someone came to a dead stop in front of him on an icy hill causing him to slide off the road.  From there, he walked to a Waffle House and hitched a ride to an emergency shelter.

This morning, around 6AM, my cousin called - his wife was also stuck.  She was much further in and had found lodging with some Good Samaritans.  He had slapped chains on his 4WD truck, loaded it down with gas tanks, tow straps, and a four wheeler, and he was headed out to get his wife.  He picked up Cameron on the way, and they have now successfully navigated in, picked her up, and had brunch with some other cousins.  (Thank you, McClatcheys!!)

Bo and I have not been outside yet today - he's napping good, and I was hoping it would warm up some and we could play outside with Daddy when he gets home.  We did go outside and experience it briefly yesterday.  

Hope everyone else is safe and warm!


Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Thursday, January 24, 2013

An open letter to my 5 month old.

Dear Bo,

Today, you are five months old.  It has been almost half a year since I first laid eyes on you.


Gratuitous newborn photo.
In many ways, you look exactly the same.  {You'll always be my baby.}  At the same time, you're filling out.  You're developing facial expressions.  You're becoming more and more handsome.  {You'll still always be my baby.}

You've pretty much mastered rolling over from front to back.  Back to front is more difficult - or you're less interested.  {I'm not sure which.}  


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You are much more interested in the world.  You're constantly looking around. You discovered Gus Dog.  He's happy that you finally petted him - even if you pulled his fur and accidentally poked him in the eye.  You love having your brother and sister here.  Des thinks you're the cutest thing ever.  Tyler thinks you're heavy.  You made friends with your cousin Aubrey.  She calls all babies Bo-Bo now.


Cousins are our first friends.

You love your feet.  You hate socks.  You're stubborn like your mama persistent. 


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You've really found your voice.  You talk.  A lot.  Like your daddy.  I love your gurgles.  It reminds me of that night 5 months ago - the first thing I heard when you were born was a gurgle.  It terrified me - but you were perfect.

Last gratuitous newborn photo.
Okay, Okay - Back to now.  You sound like a baby wookie. {Still cute.}

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As of tonight, I noticed you really putting weight on your feet.  You put your feet down in my lap and pushed yourself up.  I downloaded a Fisher Price app for you on my phone.  It has lots of animals.  You touch the screen to make them change and you smile.  Our favorite is the bear.  He is really funny.

You have finally started taking an interest in our food.  I let you drink water out of my cup, and now you're insatiable.  We plan to start you on oatmeal on Saturday.  You're currently hovering around the 5th percentile for weight {95% of babies weigh more than you at your age.}  You're just above the 50th percentile for height, though!  The doctor calls you lean and mean.


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You saw your first snow.


You like going to church.  The ladies there love on you a lot.  Plus, they have this thing.
Can't blame you. I'd sit in one if I fit.

I promised you that I wouldn't get all mushy mushy on you again.  It's just that I want you to have this.  I want you to look back one day and know that every day with you was exciting.  I want you to know that from the beginning, you were smart and funny and determined and handsome and loved.

Always,
Mama

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Rocking the winter.

I don't like winter.  Outside of holiday celebrations, it's a bleak time.  There is not enough sunlight.  It's too darn cold.  The days are too short.  It's dark when I leave for work, and it's getting dark again when I get home.  For most of my life, I've been content to hunker down and survive winter.  If hibernation were an option, you'd find me in a cave... and probably furry.

This year, though, I had a bright spot.  There is a tiny baby who isn't fussed about the winter.  His world is exciting and new.  His happiness is contagious.  Because of him, I've soldiered on.  I can't put off my life until spring.

I walked again today.  I'm almost at 4.5 miles for the week.  I headed for the Silver Comet trail at lunch and then took a quick post dinner stroll with the bebe.  

We're cruising towards the weekend now - Journey group tomorrow, a visit from the newly engaged Polly and Jason on Friday evening, and then a birthday party for a dear friend on Saturday.