Thanksgiving Day

Ahhh…Thanksgiving. It was so delicious and wonderful!

Our first stop was Lovebug’s family where we enjoyed a big feast and a hay ride.

A certain someone loves to drive the tractor!

Tell the cows to moooove over! Sorry, but I couldn’t resist that cheesy statement.

After Evan finished taking on us on a hay ride, it was time for us to go. We then headed over to Moncks Corner to visit with my family for our second turkey meal of the day. We are extremely blessed in that we have the opportunity to spend time with both sides of our family for every holiday.

Table centerpiece handmade by my brother, Seth. The turkey’s feathers are Seth’s hands. Remember making things like this in elementary school? Oh, to be five again!

While at my parent’s home, Evan began having a melt down, which is always fun dealing with. Evan was overdue for a nap and basically stayed connected to my hip the whole time. We played some games after our meal, and spent the rest of the time relaxing our bellies. Needless to say, our Thanksgiving day was filled with lots of food, lots of laughter, and lots of great memories. Oh, how I love this day.

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Thanksgiving Memories

I’m so excited that Thanksgiving is this week. Mainly because I LOVE all of the food. We usually make it to both of our parents’ houses for Thanksgiving and oh, how we do eat and eat and eat. Speaking of eating, it makes me want to take a stroll down memory lane.

Memory Lane starts here:  Last Thanksgiving I was quite large and in charge and mainly answered to the name “Big Girl”. I was about 37 weeks pregnant and still growing.  My beloved mother got this wild and crazy idea and decided we should go to Myrtle Beach for Thanksgiving. There is ONLY one, and ONLY one reason why I will go to Myrtle Beach: All you can eat calabash! So of course, I went along for the food. Oh yeah, and you can throw in family time as well.

It all started that fateful Wednesday night when we ate at an all-you-can-eat calabash seafood restaurant.  I ate until Evan couldn’t eat anymore. (I pretty much blamed everything on Evan while pregnant. ie. weight gain, gas, hormones.) So that was the FIRST buffet.

The SECOND buffet was the next day, Thanksgiving. It was an absolute delicious, all-you-can-eat Thanksgiving dinner at our hotel. Again, I ate until Evan was satisfied.  

Well, I didn’t think too much about all the food I ate, until I had my doctor’s appointment the following Tuesday. (I was going every week at this point in my pregnancy). I always told my doctor that I thought his scale was off. I kept seeing numbers that I never knew existed before. Well, that darn scale said I gained 6 pounds that week. What the heck? How is that even possible? I wondered. Again, just blame it on Big Evan. My poor doctor was speechless. By this time he already threw the towel in about my weight gain.

Oh what sweet memories. Ok, Memory Lane is over now. Thank you for coming along.

Fast forward to present day. My goal this Thanksgiving is not to gain 6 pounds, nor any pounds for that matter. Oh heck, who am I kidding?

This photo was taken by my older brother, Jamesyboy, on the Thanksgiving trip to Myrtle Beach. He basically took random pictures of me and decided to blackmail me by posting  them on a very popular social network.  Thank you again, my loving brother.

Here I am in all my glory with my belly hanging over. As evident from the picture, hardly any of my maternity shirts covered my belly at this stage. Those poor jeans were stretched to the max! I was such a hot mess. I will now apologize if you had to be seen with me in public.

I’m Thankful

There are so many things that I am thankful for. I think we all take our blessings for granted and fail to realize them.  Sometimes we can’t see the forest through the trees because we are so stuck on the “bad things”.  I just realized that I shouldn’t try to qoute idioms because half the time I don’t understand them or I use them improperly. So forgive me if I just used that one improperly.  Most likely, I did. Hopefully you get my drift.

I really feel the need to post this mainly because I am tired of watching the depressing news on the television and listening to it on the radio. Also, it just seems like I’ve been around a whole bunch of “Debbie Downers” recently. Plus, Thanksgiving is right around the corner and what more of a perfect time to say “I’m thankful”.

I’m thankful for:

My salvation

My husband

My son

My family

My friends

Our health

Our wealth

Our jobs

This country

Believe you me, I have many, many, many things that I can and probably do complain about. But really, what good does it do? It will only cause my anxiety to increase, therefore causing me to bite off all my fingernails, therefore causing me to be irritable, therefore causing Lovebug to give me strange looks, and therefore causing me to get a huge ulcer that I might just die from. All my worrying only adds fuel to the fire. Or does it add insult to injury?

Just remember, every cloud has a silver lining.  In case you need me google to translate “Be optimistic, even difficult times will lead to better days.”  No more Debbie Downers! Be thankful!

He’s Back!

Yes, my husband is back after being gone 4 weeks while training with his new police dog in North Carolina! (Lovebug made me put an exclamation after this sentence and the title. He is turning into Elaine from that Seinfeld episode when she starts putting exclamations after each sentence).  And of course, while he was gone those 4 weeks, anything and everything that could go wrong, did.  No big deal though.  I just broke out my big girl panties and did what I needed to do.  I’m really not that strong as that last sentence sounded. I must confess, I did have a few emotional breakdowns along the way. Thankfully, I have friends and family that were more than generous in helping.

This post will most likely be a recap of what has happened over the last week, so please excuse the randomness and jumpiness. Thank you.

Lovebug renamed his dog Eiko, pronounced “eye koe”, but I still call him Banan. I refuse to call him Eiko. Overall, Banan is doing well. He still has a lot of puppy in him. He is 27 months old and is very goofy.  Kimbor, Lovebug’s old K-9, went to a retirement home. That retirement home being Lovebug’s aunt. He is also doing very well and is evidently being spoiled.

In other news, Lovebug officially went to day shift and is working an awesome schedule. Lovebug claims he finds more bad guys at night, but I think he will find just as many during the day! I don’t know what to do having my husband home at night. I’m still trying to wrap my mind around it. Out of the 6 years we have been married, Lovebug has been on night shift approximately all of it.  As you can see, I really don’t know what to do having him home. Probably, what it really means is that I will be cooking dinner every night. I think I can handle the trade-off.

On Monday, Evan turned 11 months old. I didn’t post about it mainly because my mind is in overload planning his birthday. In which, I am way behind on. How could that be? Any who, if you need an Evan update here goes:

  •  He is still crawling. He should be walking any day now. He doesn’t quite have his balance, mainly because of his size.
  • His teeth are coming in all at once, and that has been very, very  fun. It has made for sleepless nights, crankiness, whininess, clinginess, and my favorite, slithery poos .
  • He thinks he is such a big boy and basically refuses to eat any type of baby food. He wants to eat what you are eating. I wouldn’t mind it so much if he wasn’t allergic to eggs, but since he is and eggs are in everything, it makes it just a tad bit difficult. And trying telling “Chunk”, “Sorry honey, but you can’t have this because you are allergic to eggs.” Yeah, it doesn’t go over so well. For some reason he just doesn’t understand.
  • Lastly, he is still the cutest thing possible. He loves smiling and showing off his cheesy grin. His hair is still curly and blonde (all the ladies love to run their fingers through it and yes, you may).  And he is still the silliest little boy you could ever meet.  

My Baby…

is hardly a baby anymore.

This makes my heart melt.

He is so rotten and so stinkin’ cute that it hurts. I’m sorry, but I may be just a tad bit biased.

 As a side note, those shoes are Evan’s only pair. We had to purchase them from Stride Rite, size 6 extra wide.

 

He is so silly.

and lovable.

These outfits make him look like a little man. I giggle every time we are in a store and someone comes up to us and starts talking to Evan. They look at him as if he is suppose to hold a conversation with them. I just look at them and smile and tell them he is still a baby. My baby.

 Photos courtesy of Sully & Me Photography. Thank you, Buddy!

Tune In…

To Channel 5 (CBS) on Thursday ( November 4)  at 11:00 p.m. Channel 5 is airing a story on baby Ever (Evan’s girlfriend that I posted about the other day). My friend, Amber (Ever’s mom), has an amazing story on how God has blessed her and her family. Her story is absolutely remarkable and I can’t even put into words how remarkable it is. So, please go to her blog by clicking here , here, or here. Read her “About Me” tab and make sure you have a box of tissues. Her story will motivate you like nobody’s business! Also, she is quite funny so feel free to hang around and read her posts.

Anytime I need any sort of motivation, especially when it comes to exercise, I think about Amber’s story. I know that I take for granted this body of mine, and after hearing about her story, it gives me a whole new perspective. Many times we don’t know what we have until it is gone. We forget about the simple, but very important things, our bodies do for us on a daily basis. I know many of times I forget to thank God for these simple things.  Hopefully, after you read and watch her story, you may also have a different perspective.

Please, please, please visit her blog and don’t forget to tune in Thursday night at 11:00. I’m so excited for the story to air! As a reminder, you may want to break out the box of tissues.

First Halloween

Evan was the cutest little lion for Halloween.

Once again, Uncle Seth spent Halloween with us. He taught his nephew, Evan, how to trick-or-treat.

Evan also had to go visit his buddy/neighbor, Alexander (the dinosaur).

Seth loves the camera. If you know him, you would understand. So this is for him.

Watch out! He was one bad ninja.

As a reminder, Seth is my little BROTHER. I put that in bold letters because it seems no matter how many times I tell someone, they still think Seth is my child. Once again, Seth is my little BROTHER. And yes, we have the same Mama and Dada! I know you were wondering.

The lion and the ninja like to wrestle. 

Hope everyone had a fun and safe Halloween!