Tuesday, December 8, 2009

first smiles

Mia celebrated her two-month birthday this week by doing this:


I know. That's worthy of a big ol' awwwwwww.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Be anxious about nothing

Swine flu, a crapped-out economy, uncertain legislation, decline of the dollar...Sheesh, a girl can kinda get down these days (in a very non-Soul Train way). Especially a girl who is living in a postpartum, sleep deprived, hormonal haze. (That'd be me.)

So, today I was having a little chat with God about it. In the shower. Which is where God and I have most of our chats. I finally cut to the chase and told God that I am sick of worrying. Sick of fretting about all of the what-ifs and why-me's. Sick of walking around like Charlie Brown, wondering if someone's gonna yank away my football right when I gear up to kick.

And you know what God was kind enough to point out? That worry is a choice, and I can opt out. "Be anxious about NOTHING," He says.

"How?" I say, thinking of swiney germs and my newborn. Thinking of plummeting investments. Thinking of health care legislation that makes my skin crawl.

"Here's how," He says. And then He gives me three ways to do so.

1. "Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!" (Phil. 4:4) Okay, so I haven't been much into rejoicing these days. And I'm really not sure why because I have a LOT to rejoice over, starting with the aforementioned newborn.

2. "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God." (Phil. 4:6) I also have to admit that while I've been working on my Ph.D. in Worry and Stress, I'm barely passing when it comes to asking God for help. And let's not even talk about the "with thanksgiving" part...

3. "Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things." (Phil 4:8) Yes, there are real concerns and devastation and frustration in the world. And it's not like we can go around oblivious to it all. But we can choose to balance our thoughts with all of the admirable and noble things out there, too. So, for every worry I ponder, I'm going to try to think of something grand and lovely, too.

Starting now. I'm off to enjoy a grand and lovely evening with Hunk.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

He's not a boy. He's a dog.

Tonight Bug helped Mommy give our dog Munson a bath. When Munson's normally white, fluffy fur was all wet, Bug gave Munson's tummy a quizzical look.

Bug (bending over and looking at Munson's belly): Oh, look! A poop coming out!

Me: Oh, no, Buddy. That's not a poop. That's Munson's wee-wee.

Bug (sounding delighted): Oh! His ee-wee!

Me: Yes, Munson has a wee-wee because Munson is a boy.

Bug (condescending): No, Mommy, Munson is not a boy. He's a dog.

Guess the birds-and-the-bees chat can wait for a few more years.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Mia's First Modeling Debut

Thank you, Summer, for these BEAUTIFUL, artful photos!!!

Friday, October 30, 2009

Our Best Issue Yet!!

The fall issue of LBD/LRW hit mailboxes this week! While I'm not the most objective person on the subject, I think it rocks. Here's a little sneaky peek at our covers:

Read it here.

The cover beauty is Angela Richardson. Who is a mom of two. Who is the wife of Paul Richardson, Pastor of Outreach at West Ridge Church in Dallas. Who proves that you can be a mom of two AND a pastor's wife and still be hot. Nice to know, eh?

Wanna know who does our rockin' design? That'd be Tiffany Westbrook of Gala Design.
And what about our photographic talent? That'd be Summer Adams of Captures by Summer (covers and interior stories) and Jennifer Harris of Photographic Creations by Jennifer Harris (interior stories).

Hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed creating it!

Friday, October 23, 2009

Brotherly Love

This is Bug love:

just in case Mia wanted to build anything

Thursday, October 22, 2009


I've been tagged by a fellow beloved blogger to play this one-word game below. Now, if this was an e-mail forward, I might have deleted it, but some bizarre blogger loyalty is compelling me to play along.

So here are the rules:You Can Only Use One Word! Pass this along to 5 of your favorite bloggers. Alert them that you have given them this award. Have Fun!

1. Where is your cell phone? purse
2. Your hair? up
3. Your mother? Ph.D.!
4. Your father? Popi
5. Your favorite food? chocolate
6. Your dream last night? interrupted
7. Your favorite drink? mojito
8. Your dream/goal? family
9. What room are you in? bedroom
10. Your hobby? reading
11. Your fear? cancer
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? happy
13. Where were you last night? newborn....
14. Something that you aren’t? grudge-holder
15. Muffins? please!!
16. Wish list item? SLR
17. Where did you grow up? Marietta
18. Last thing you did? e-mail
19. What are you wearing? jeans
20. Your TV? GilmoreGirls
21. Your pets? fluffy
22. Friends? awesome
23. Your life? all-i-ever-wanted
24. Your mood? tired
25. Missing someone? my-not-tired-self
26. Vehicle? shrinking
27. Something you’re not wearing? shoes
28. Your favorite store? jcrew
29. Your favorite color? blue
30. When was the last time you laughed? today
31. Last time you cried? Mia-birth
32. Your best friend? many
33. One place that I go to over and over? fridge
34. One person who emails me regularly? dad
35. Favorite place to eat? Asian

I tag: Blooming in the South, Kessler Kido, The Kitchens Family, Kessler Family, and Crumbs in my Butter. :-)

A Little Girl's Room!

Here's the story of our nursery transformation, from Bug's blue-and-brown template to little Mia's pink infusion.
(there's a 12-week-old Bug on the changing table... :-)
AFTER:Align Center

In place of the wooden "B's" (for "Bug," of course), I made French message boards by covering cardboard with quilting fabric, ribbons and pearl-head straight pins. Voila! Form and function!

This IKEA pillow-- a gift from Mia and Bug's uncle-- was the inspiration for the theme, which Hunk dubbed as "chirpy."

A chirpy little mural above the crib...

Another chirpy detail...

Her name:

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Welcome, Mia!

Mia was born October 5 at 3:00 a.m. So far, she has mastered sleeping, eating, staring, pooping, peeing, crying, cooing...and stealing her mommy and daddy's hearts.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Big Boy Room

I have completely fallen off the blogger wagon. This is partly because we're running around like headless chickens getting our house ready for Baby Mia's arrival in six weeks. It's also partly because I'm running around chasing our two-year-old while also preparing for the arrival of Baby Mia. And partly because we've been working on our magazine's fun new Web site (check it out here) and putting out our summer issue (here), while chasing our two-year-old and preparing for the arrival of Baby Mia...all completely headless, mind you.

The irony is that our life is CHOCK FULL of awesome blog material these days! From creating Bug's Big Boy Room to working on decorating the nursery to getting hardwood floors and searching high and low for area rugs--my nesting craziness has been blogger's wonderland. But alas, the life of a pregnant nester leaves little time for recording or reveling in the results. I can't tell you how many blog posts I've written in my head (when it's attached) in the shower only to have them swirl down the drain with the suds.

Here's a little peek at our nest these days. Let's start with the big boy room, shall we?

Here's Hunk with a little helper, putting up the moldings in Bug's room. Bug is obsessed with any power tool that could potentially inflict a mortal wound.

Moldings going up:

And the finished room:
Bug approved!

Saturday, August 1, 2009

A Bizarre Baby Dream

Had a weird dream about baby Mia this week. Put on your Freud goggles and help me analyze this one:

I looked down at my huge stomach (okay, so that's easy to analyze; it is huge in real life), and I realized I could see Mia through my skin. My skin was all stretched out around her, and her little feet and little hands were poking through; I could see them clear as day.

So, I said, "Hunk! Get the camera; this has to be a miracle! I can see her!" (but in my dream I called Hunk by his real name. That would be weird if I called him Hunk in my dreams). And he grabs the camera, but he really just grabs a camera phone, and I'm mad because I know the quality isn't going to be good, and this is-after all-a Guinness Book moment here. But, anyway, he's snapping away, and then I realize I can see her face, too. Her features, her eyes. She is so cute. And I momentarily worry that the flash from his camera phone (not sure why his camera phone had one, but it did) might blind her.

But then I look at her face and she's smiling at me. And then she reaches her little arms out to me. And I sit there and hold her, even though she is still under my skin. I know, that sounds so gross, but in my dream it was just really sweet.

Okay, so that's it. I'm going to sit up from the couch now and leave you to interpret that one.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Saggy Boobs

I love children. I love having children. I love raising children.

But I do not love what having and raising children does to the ol' girlish figure.

And so I appreciated this joke (which, appropriately, was sent to me by a pregnant girlfriend today):

One saggy boob said to the other saggy boob,
'If we don't get some support soon, people will think we're nuts.'

(I know it's crude, but I also know you laughed.)

Monday, July 20, 2009

A name!

We have been literally burning the midnight oil these days. The summer issue of Little Black Dress/Little Red Wagon Magazine hits mailboxes this week! In addition, we're launching a brand new, awesome website in a few days. And, I'm in full-blown nesting mode (translation: every unorganized place in my house fills me with rage). I'll post pics of all of our house projects soon (our downstairs now has hardwood floors, and Bug’s big boy room now has moldings! Just needs paint…oh yeah, and a bed).

In the midst of all of this, a portion (okay, the majority) of my brain has been trying to process the idea that soon I'll be Mommy to kids. Did you catch that? There's an "s" on the end of that word. KidS.

I would be lying if I didn't say I am sooo excited about the upcoming arrival of our little girl in October. But I'd also be lying if I didn't say it scares the poop out of me. (Well, at least my potty language is in prime condition. Major mommy-is-funny points from our potty-training toddler for using the word poop in any context whatsoever).

While my brain is still processing the idea of two, my heart is really falling in love with this little girl. And, speaking of which, we have decided officially on a name. Mia Elizabeth.

For you etymologists out there, Mia means "mine" in Italian, and Elizabeth means "dedicated to God" in Hebrew. So, her name means that she's mine, but she's really God's. Which feels exactly right.

Nest image by mosswood.

Friday, June 26, 2009


Oh my goodness, am I ever glad to have passed my three-hour gestational diabetes test. After having GD with Bug, I became painfully aware of what limiting sugar does to me. It's not pretty. If I have one addiction in life, it's chocolate, and although I know this doesn't compare to, say, detoxing from meth, my chocolate withdrawals can be pretty intense.

If I had been diagnosed with GD this go-round, I would have had to take drastic measures. Like buying stock in Breyer's Carb Smart ice cream. And removing Bakerella from the sidebar of my blog.

So I was extremely relieved to get the all-clear today! When the nurse said, "You passed!" all I heard was, "Go get yo'self a big ol' Hershey Bar." And so I did.

I'm off to eat popcorn. Or maybe ice cream. Or maybe both.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

It's Official: She has a Name!!!

Baby 2 officially has a name. Well, according to Bug, anyway. He has dubbed his little sister "Tubby" and "Ah Mee" from the main characters in his current favorite book, Tubby and the Lantern. He tells anyone who asks that she is "Tubby" or "Ah Mee," depending on the day (or his mood).

She's not even born, yet, and her big brother is already giving her a hard time.


Thursday, June 4, 2009

A Daddy's Heart

Hunk loves Bug. He loves being Daddy to our wild little boy, and watching them wrestle and tackle on the family room floor is one of the highlights of my day. But you should have seen his face as he stood by me in the ultrasound room and found out Baby 2 is a girl.

He is already completely and totally in love with her, as documented by this letter he wrote her (which he was nice enough to let me post, with the caveat: "My heart on my sleeve--take care of it.") Hope you enjoy glimpsing his Daddy heart as much as I do.


Little Girl,

Yesterday, I saw you for the first time. As the ultrasound tech diligently scanned your mother’s abdomen, carefully documenting your miraculous and perfect development, she shared the news of your gender with us, and we celebrated your identity—a girl! And I must confess, I was instantly and totally smitten with you. Your mom and I shared tears of joy as the ultrasound monitor displayed the four chambers of your tiny heart, your arms outstretched, your tiny hands balled into fists, your adorably crossed ankles (taking after your mom), and your beautiful smile (you turned to look right at the camera)! Our hearts were overjoyed, and we thanked God for you.

Mostly, you rested during the appointment (except we poked and prodded you a bit to get a better look around). You were quiet, save for the wondrous sound of your heart beating—so strong, so full of life, intention, and spirit. And when I least expected it, something happened. Although you could not talk, you…spoke to me. In sacred silence, I heard your voice. As I looked into your eyes, your voice spoke deep into my heart with a simple question, “Do you see me, Daddy?” Immediately, my heart lept, and I answered back softly, “Yes my darling, I see you. You are beautiful, you are perfect. You are a blessing, and you have mine already. You are my beloved daughter… you are my girl."

Don’t tell mommy—I’ve fallen for a younger woman.

Already Wrapped Around,


Saturday, May 30, 2009

Help! Tick Invasion 2009

The woods behind our house are TICK CITY this year. Seriously, they should put up a sign with blinking lights and apply for a liquor license. They are EVERYWHERE. In all the years we have lived here (seven to be exact), I have seen ONE tick—on our dog Munson—several years ago. This year, we have picked SEVEN off him in the last TWO weeks. Just picked another one off him yesterday. AND, we use Frontline Plus on poor Muns religiously, which is supposed to help with that sort of thing. What gives?

Looking for answers, I googled "ticks" and discovered that there are two types that could be invading our woods. Brown dog ticks and "paralysis ticks." Now that doesn't sound good. Bad news: these ticks we're finding ain't brown.

Oh, and I got a lovely chigger already this year, too. Nice.

If anyone has ANY ideas for limiting ticks on your property, PLEASE SHARE! I'd love to turn Tick City into a ghost town. SOON.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

It's a....


We found out this week that Baby 2 is a girl! We are so incredibly happy and feel doubly blessed to have a delightful little Bug and now a pink little Bean.

I'm a happy mama. :-)