N.C Trip Part 1

We made it home safely!

Let me first say that we had a wonderful time in North Carolina.  My grandparents live near Chimney Rock so we stayed and visited with them.  I love going to their house. Look at the entrance to their neighborhood.

That’s me. Luckily, we found the house labeled “Shirar”.

We woke up Saturday morning and headed to Chimney Rock Park. On our way there, Lovebug and I were discussing that we were here exactly ten years ago hiking the rock with my family. WOW, it’s amazing how time flies! I know you are wondering what I decided to wear. And, here you go! My Timberlands and all their glory…the Bear Grylls look as I like to call it.  Lovebug decided to go for the athletic look. 

As we were getting out our vehicle I was looking at what other people were wearing.  I wanted to see how my outfit compared to theirs.  Well, apparently I forgot some vital information about Chimney Rock. The vital information being you can take an elevator to the top.  No wonder why the majority of people were wearing sandals, dress pants, jeans etc. and looking all cute.

Lovebug and I came prepared with our packed lunches and Camelbak, so this couple wasn’t taking no elevator to the top. I have you know we climbed the stairs. There really is no hiking to the rock, you basically climb stairs for 30 minutes. And whoa, what a climb! This is the gorgeous view I saw the whole way up there.

Whewwww…so we finally made it to the top.

While up there, I had fun taking pictures of the “cheaters”, the ones who took the elevator. Look at this guy in his dress pants. He was saying “Oh honey, take my picture. I took the elevator all the way up.”

And this lady.

This gentleman would like you to think he climbed the stairs, but he didn’t. Although, I do give him credit for his attire. I left the best part out….he was wearing socks and sandals.

Stay tuned for Part 2. It will be our hike to Hickory Nut Falls and our horseback riding adventure.


Here We Come N.C.

Just like the title mentions…we are headed to North Carolina! Lovebug’s birthday is the 28th and I’m taking him to Chimney Rock, N.C.  He got so excited when I told him we are climbing Chimney Rock.  So excited, that I got “The Look”.  “The Look” being “why do I have to pay $20.00 to climb a mountain.”  Yeah, that look.  I convinced him to go by telling him there would be a big cookie cake waiting at the top of the mountain for him.

I’m a little confused as what to wear climbing.  I’m not sure what look I should go for.

The athletic look: wearing sneakers, running shorts, and a tank. My husband and I would probably look something like these people.  This is my friend Amber and her husband. I’m sure she is going to love me for reposting this…thats what friends are for, right? Just imagine a mountain in the background instead of a living room.


The Bear Gyrlls look: wearing my Timberlands from the 8th grade. Let me clarify that these Timberlands were so the style in 8th grade. I only wore them a couple of times in the 8th grade because the style quickly faded.  I think its time to bring them back! I knew I saved them for a reason. If I go for this look, I’m going to need to wear some cargo pants and a plain shirt.  I think I might have to step this style up and add a weapon to my attire. Bear always has a knife around his ankle.  I think Lovebug has one of those I can borrow.  We will be in the mountains and you never know what is lurking around ready to pounce on you.

Here is a picture of my Timberlands.

Admit it, you had a pair.

Admit it, you still have yours too.

Lovebug has to work tonight. So while he is gone, I’m going to see what else of his I can find to add to my mountain wardrobe.  Who knows, I might show up in a full S.W.A.T outfit.

A Walk Around the Block

Here I am. 

Sorry for the delay in posts but we have been really busy, plus we had some technical difficulties with the computer. Our power cord took a dump so we finally went today and purchased a new one.  Boy, oh boy, was I sticker shocked. Who knew that a power cord could be so expensive…. the cheapest one was $60. Of course, that is the one I purchased.

I was so excited this morning when I woke up, the reason being because I didn’t have to report to work. I will be cutting back my hours in order to spend more time with Evan, and my husband.  I thought my morning was going to be nice and relaxing…oh how I was wrong.  My little Barbie somehow escaped out of the backyard. (I’m going to have to start calling him Houdini).  He did get neutered last Wednesday and apparently it hasn’t made a difference. Any who, once I noticed Barbie was missing I picked Evan up and we headed out the door on a search to track him down. I was tempted to use Lovebug’s police dog, Kimbor, but I’m sure Kimbor would have led me in the opposite direction. You see, they don’t quite get along. We easily found Barbie as he was only about 5 houses down chasing butterflies! 

Once we found Barbie, I decided to continue to walk around the block. Once around is a mile and that is pretty much all I can handle.  Here is a picture of us when we arrived back.

As you can see, I purposely chopped out my head.  Make-up less + tan less = one scary Jennifer.

Did you see Little Barbie in the above picture? I know you were distracted by my cute baby and my chicken legs. If not, here’s a closer look.

Once we found Barbie, I stuck him in the bottom carrier. He rode there the whole time. I’m not quite sure why his tongue is hanging out and acting like he walked the whole mile…trust me, he didn’t.

Those green shorts that I’m wearing are Lovebug’s highschool track shorts. I LOVE wearing them. I made Lovebug try them on and I of course took a picture. Unfortunately, I cannot post it because it could be considered a little x rated. My husband weighs approximately 100 lbs more now then he did as a sophomore in highschool. You get the picture!

On a sidenote: Never eat dinner while watching Animal Hoarders. Better yet, any Hoarder episodes. Have any of y’all watched that show?  For me, watching the show is like watching a bad car wreck. You don’t want to look, but somehow you just cannot help it. It gets me every time!

Check-up Time

Evan had his 9 month doctor’s appointment this morning and it went well! I was actually surprised by his weight gain. I surely thought he would have weighed more, but I guess his appetite is finally slowing down. Or maybe its the crawling? Or maybe the teething? Or maybe all of the above? Any who, here are the numbers:

Weight: 27 lbs 14 oz

Height: 31 1/4″

Head: Way off the chart. ..Sorry, but i cant remember and his paperwork is in the car and as you can tell I’m too lazy to go get it.

I’ve been a little slack busy and finally made some time to snap a few photos. So here you go! These go out to all of Evan’s ladies!

In case y’all are wondering, Evan gets his tush from me. Yes, that is exactly what mine looks like!

It’s Official

Yep, it sure is!

Evan said his first word. Do you think it was Mama or Dada? No way, not my child. His first word was…UH-OH! He is so cute when he says it and since Friday he has been saying it nonstop. I’m not sure, but is this the age where they start saying their first words?

Let me take a brief moment and tell you about my child’s sleeping habits, or should I say, lack there of. Evan absolutely refuses to sleep. When we lay him down at night in his crib, he throws a tantrum (this is after we sing every song we know to him). I, Jennifer, normally give in and lay him in our bed so we can cuddle. He usually will go to sleep within 15 minutes of doing this. Once sound asleep, I pick him up and lay him back in his crib. No big deal, right? Let me explain my reasoning. Lovebug works nights, so many times, it’s just Evan and I. It is really hard, for me that is, to just leave him in there. That would just be cruel, right?

I write this beforehand to mention that Lovebug was off this weekend and insisted that this must come to an end. It all began Saturday night. After singing all our songs and saying our prayers, we laid Evan in his crib. Immediately he turns over and stands up in his crib, just like he normally does. He begins his oh so pitiful cry. After Evan notices that I’m not coming to his rescue, he begins wailing. This tragic event goes on for 15 minutes. Nonstop.  Of course, it felt like an eternity to me.  Evan did finally fall asleep and you should have seen how he fell asleep. He was sitting “Indian style” and leaning over toward the crib rails with his head resting on the bumper pad. It was so sad…he probably got tired of standing so he just sat his tush down. I know he was looking for me to come to his rescue.

I forgot to mention that this was only Round 1. Evan wakes up around 2:00 am for a snack every night, then again around 6:30 am. My little buddy. I love him so much.

Break Out a Box of Tissues

My baby is 9 months old today!

It all began when two lovebirds met and fell in love. They decided to have a peep and call him Evan.  After 9 months in the incubator, it was time for him to hatch.  Here is peep’s first picture.

As you can see, he was very upset about being hatched.  Peep had no intention on hatching on December 8, 2009. If it was left up to him, peep would have stayed in his incubator until his 15th birthday.

Lovebug and I waited a long time for our sweet little miracle. It is so hard to believe that time can fly by so fast. Just 9 months ago, we were in the hospital awaiting his arrival.  Now here he is! A silly, lovey dovey, pooping machine little boy!

Dear Evan,

From the first time daddy and I saw you on  the ultrasound, we knew you were God sent.

Daddy and I can’t imagine our life without you now.

You’ve taught us so much over your 9 months of living, including what “to do” and what “not to do”.

You did many of crazy things to my body while inside me for 9 months. Let’s go down the list.

  1. Gain 60 lbs
  2. Lose my bladder control on numerous occasions
  3. Develop varicose veins so bad that I looked like Lessie Mae (my great-grandmother)
  4. Started eating chicken again after 13 years
  5. Develop thrombocytopenia
  6. And lastly, you enlightened me on the true meaning of constipation.

When you are being fussy, I like to remind you of these things. However, I would do it all over again just to know you would be a healthy 10lbs 1 oz baby boy! I also think you did many of crazy things to daddy too, including gaining some sympathy weight on my behalf. 



Full Speed Ahead!

This just cracks me up!

Meet Evan’s new pajamas, size 2T. I found them in the clearance section at Kohl’s for $5, so I couldn’t resist. Size 2T pajamas are nothing new for us. I’ve only been buying 2 piece sets for a while now, so this just cracks me up at how long they are.  They have little grips on the bottom of the soles for walking, as if he is actually walking. Let’s now begin the process of getting “Chunks” in them.

Step 1: Bribe him with a toy, preferably a rubber duckie.

Step 2: Try to stop him from escaping.

Step 3: Pose for the camera. Perfect fit!

Step 4: Full speed ahead!

This little boy is crawling everywhere. No more tactical crawling (as his daddy would say) for him, he is up on all fours!

Beautiful Memories

The following took place on September 4, 2010 at 10:30 am:

My phone conversation with my mother-in-law, aka Nana, right after I changed the worst diaper of my life.

Me: “Hey, umm, did you give Evan corn yesterday?” (gasping for air)

Nana: “Yeah, I sure did. Actually, two days ago.”

Me: “It’s all up his back! Apparently he didn’t chew it because I see whole kernels.” (still gasping for air and dry heaving)

Nana: “Hehehe! He liked it so much I kept giving him more. I also gave him lima beans and okra.”

Me: “I don’t see them but the corn still looks fresh!”

Nana: “Oh, we’re at the beach and it’s so nice.”

Me thinking to myself: Nice way to change the subject Nana.

Nana, thank you for this beautiful memory I have that will forever be embedded in my head.

The past two days of changing Evan’s diapers have been challenging, let me tell you. Yesterday, his poo SOMEHOW rolled out of his diaper and fell between the changing table and wall. As it slowly fell down, it smeared all over the wall. I slowly picked Evan up, set him in his crib, and began to cry. As I was mourning, Evan begins laughing….he is just like his Father.

Oh sweet memories! Hope y’all have a wonderful and safe Labor Day weekend!