Looking for Jesus?

I have been hearing a lot about other kids' nativities. I thought I'd share my nativity story with you.

The Cuddler did not even bother getting baby Jesus and the rest of the crew out of our attic. The lone sole member of our nativity was "Children's Camel" that I picked out and my Nonnie purchased at the Monastery for our set.

Anyway, my Nonnie did put her nativity out. Well, she will only be putting some of it back in storage.

Right after she put it out, I was merely inspecting baby Jesus to get a better understanding of Christmas. And lo and behold, I cannot remember where I have left baby Jesus. Everyone has looked and searched for the reason for the season, but to no avail. I also decapitated a wise man. I mean, it was the one with the mur. What kind of gift is that for a baby?

My Nonnie thinks it was a message from God that we all need to seek Jesus. The Cuddler thinks Nonnie should put the nativity on a shelf. We have no comment on the wise man.

Let us know if find a lost baby Jesus.

Love, a mischvious little Plum

A Daddy's Girl

We all know she is a daddy's girl, but there is enough love in his heart for me to be a PawPaw's boy too.



That heinous sin against humanity called a hat a testament to his love. My cousin Kelsey Ann-he was her PawPaw first-bought it for him on a field trip years ago and he wears it without shame. The same cannot be said for the rest of the family.

Love, the Plum

Shame on me

Does anyone ever find themselves looking at other people's lives or blogs or whatever and being envious because their career is more prestigious, or their marriage seems hotter, or their children are better behaved, or they are skinnier, or their house is cooler. Oh come on, you know the type. Even their dogs have pedigrees. They are saving the world one orphan at a time and looking better than you doing it.

Meanwhile, I'm here with my loved asthmatic baby who has recently started throwing some impressive temper tantrums in my plain house with my two dogs that are far from registered. I'm only at work three-fourths of time (see above about the asthmatic). It's hard to get anywhere when you are doing good to get in 8 whole hours a day. I haven't even kissed anyone besides my husband since 1995. Yes, you read that right. Not much mystery there. My new "skinny" jeans are double digits. And I find myself wondering what I'm doing to make the world a better place.

But you know what? I happen to love my neighborhood where my little house is and my neighbors are fabulous. How many women reading this blog would sell their soul for a baby, biological, adopted or otherwise? Several that I know of. My dogs aren't that pretty and they don't know many tricks, but I love them dearly. My friends are really supportive and funny. I am thankful for my job, if for no other reason than great insurance for the asthmatic. I really like my husband. I enjoy his company and would rather be with him than anywhere else. And I have rockin boots to make up for the big skinny jeans.

Take a look at your life and think about all the ordinary things that make it really extraordinary.

This is Izzy being ashamed of me ever wishing away one moment of our ordinary life.



The Cuddler

Merry Christmas!

I got up Christmas morning and found a jeep that Santa brought me.




After I checked that out for a while, we rode to my Nonnie's and PawPaw's to visit my family and Aunt M's cracked out little dog, Macy.



Mammaw and I enjoyed a little snack before lunch. She's old and I'm a baby so we eat when we want. We don't wait for the blessing or for everyone to get there. We do what we want.



The Cuddler is always glad when my Uncle Chris spends Christmas with us and not at the fire department.



Here, we are goofing off Christmas night after we opened presents. Uncle Chris' chocolate covered cherries melted because of the fire and he gave his new safety harness to Morning Guy. Score for Morning Guy. Bust for Uncle Chris.



I ate sugar cookies until I was in stooper.



Me downing another sugar cookie while modeling my MSU jersey that John Martin and Linds got me! Go STATE!



John Martin, the Cuddler, Me and my Mammaw.



Me, the Cuddler and Em.



By the end of the day, we were all feeling a little cracked out.



What a wonderful day to be surrounded by love, joy, laughter, and family. We could not ask for more except some pictures of Morning Guy and PawPaw.

Love a happy and blessed and loved little Plum

The Airing of Grievances

In the spirit of Festivus, I'm airing my grievances. Shortly hereafter, Morning Guy and I will wrestle.

1. First, I'm really ticked about the weather. I DO NOT DO coats. Please see below.



2. We do not even have a Christmas tree inside.

3. I cannot get rid of my stinking cough and runny nose.

4. The Cuddler is resistant to my new wake up time, 4:00. I mean, if she went to bed at 7:00, she would be ready to get up too.

5. I am tired of being in my car seat. Just the sight of it makes me really angry.

6. Mississippi State's basketball team is an all out embarrassment.

7. Since I crawled in the oven, the Cuddler has been locking the door. What is her problem?

8. The Cuddler and Morning Guy always try to kill my fun when I'm playing with electricity. I have received several leg pops and hand slaps over this recently when I'm trying to stick things our outlets.

9. I missed breakfast at the Cracker Barrel with Morgan and Mrs. Ginny because I was put down for a nap at 7:45 this morning.

Love, the Plum

P.S. Happy Festivus

Picture it

Morning Guy promises me 5 minutes to change out of work clothes without the Plum hanging on me. I go to our bedroom. Clothes are not even off.

Hear crying.

CRYING. GETTING. LOUDER. AND. CLOSER.

Morning Guy and Plum round the corner. Blood running down Plum's chin from his mouth.

Me: lip or tongue?

Morning Guy: Don't know, he won't let me look.

(All crying ceases, as the hair dryer catches Plum's attention.)

Me: Oh well, it can't be that bad if he has stopped crying.

This the moment when I knew I was officially a "Boy Mom."

Love, The Cuddler

a perfect Sunday

The Cuddler and my Nonnie went with Mrs. Ginny and her sister, Kerri, and their mom to decorate gingerbread houses.

The Cuddler's house...



Non and the Cuddler....



Kerri and her Mom...



The Cuddler and Mrs. Ginny....



Then, we met up to look at lights in Canton. I had a great time dancing to the music and looking at all the pretty lights. The Cuddler and I tried to ride a carousel, but I thought it was be better if she just held me.



My Non and PawPaw went with us, but I was too busy to be still for a picture. It was the perfect start to the week of Christmas.

Love a merry little Plum

Stylin and Profiling

Now that my hair is thicker and the weather is cooler, we are drying my hair with the hair dryer. It is leaving me with a fabulous hairdo.





Love a good lookin Plum

The 12 days of Christmas-Plum Style

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...

12 hours between pulmicort breathing treatments,

11 screaming babies in the waiting room,

10 days of omnicef,

9 testy mothers in the waiting room,

8 hours of coughing Sunday night,

7 foot decorated Christmas tree on our porch,

6 doses of Tylenol a day,

5 o'clock wake up for the Cuddler and Morning Guy,

4 albuterol breathing treatments a day,

3 tired and grouchy people at my house,

2 hour wait to see the doctor,

and a decadron shot.



I was serious about our Christmas tree on our porch. The doctor says I may be having an allergic reaction to our live tree. Yep, we are now "those" neighbors.

Love, a sickly little Plum who will never get to go to camp at this rate

He's no Cam Newton

but we love him anyway.

Love, the Cuddler

What the %$** is this about?

What have I ever done to these people? I'm consulting an attorney and my PawPaw. This travesty will not go unpunished.

Love, an angry little Plum

The Many Hats of the Plum

My Uncle Chris's old hat...



My hat from last year,



this year.



A hat fit for a five year old.



The Cuddler's favorite hat.



Love a toasty and accessorized little Plum

our night time routine

First, I get a bath.



Then, after I get my jammies on, Cuddler steals kisses.



She is trying too hard and I feel sorry for her, so I give a kiss.



We smile for the camera because we both agree that I am fabulous.



Love, a frosty little Plum