Oh, that's right. All you people are on vacation to places like Disney, Washington D.C., New Orleans, and mostly the beach. Seriously, not one of you wanted to take the Plum with you? I understand from the Cuddler that she has propagated the rumor that I am not a good car rider. I beg your pardon? Maybe that is why she is with holding a vacation from me. I mean Morning Guy went to Destin, FL without us last week? We could not have tagged along to see the beach? The Cuddler gave me some lame excuse about how far it was down there and too many people. blah, blah, blah. I hear I'm headed to the lake for a long weekend next month with Julia, but I will believe it when I see the dock.
My PawPaw has promised to take me to the beach for his BIG birthday this year. I know he won't let me down.
Love, a left out Plum
Monday, June 27, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
fathers and fishing
We have been missing in action lately. The Cuddler worked Vacation Bible School last week, and I do mean worked. There was no time to blog with her doing her Jesus work. So, in exciting news, the Cuddler's foot is starting to heal. In bad news, on Father's day, I fell down on the concrete at Non and PawPaw's while I was pushing my dump truck and this is how I look.
We got Morning Guy these ridiculous shoes for Father's Day.
He is LOVIN them! Happy Father's Day to Morning Guy. We love you!
We cannot celebrate Father's Day without thanking and loving my PawPaw. He may have loved the Cuddler first, but I think he loves me more. Just don't tell the Cuddler.
The Cuddler went to spend the night with my Mamaw a week or so a go, and they were looking through some of the pictures and keepsakes that were salvaged from her house. One of the treasures that Mamaw shared with the Cuddler was this precious newspaper article from about 1961.
Please notice that lots of the kids got "feel good" awards. My PawPaw did not get a feel good award. He got the real award. The most fish. We do not celebrate feel good awards around. We celebrate actual accomplishments. Yay 10 year old PawPaw!
Love, a lucky Plum
We got Morning Guy these ridiculous shoes for Father's Day.
He is LOVIN them! Happy Father's Day to Morning Guy. We love you!
We cannot celebrate Father's Day without thanking and loving my PawPaw. He may have loved the Cuddler first, but I think he loves me more. Just don't tell the Cuddler.
The Cuddler went to spend the night with my Mamaw a week or so a go, and they were looking through some of the pictures and keepsakes that were salvaged from her house. One of the treasures that Mamaw shared with the Cuddler was this precious newspaper article from about 1961.
Please notice that lots of the kids got "feel good" awards. My PawPaw did not get a feel good award. He got the real award. The most fish. We do not celebrate feel good awards around. We celebrate actual accomplishments. Yay 10 year old PawPaw!
Love, a lucky Plum
Saturday, June 11, 2011
My Plum
To my dearest Plum,
We have been doing breathing treatments at least once a day for over a year now. I look forward to and pray for the day when you no longer need these treatments. It is not something that I enjoy doing, but they do afford me moments that I would not otherwise share with you.
You really don't like doing them for me. At daycare, Mrs. Aly says you handle them like a champ. I bring out the worst in you when we do home treatments.
So, I do the treatments after you have gone to sleep. I slip into you room once Morning Guy is in bed and you are sound asleep. I lift you out of your crib and cuddle you close to me. I sit in your recliner with you scooped into my arms. I breath in your sweet curls and feel your warm breath on my cheek. Your heavy head rests soundly on my chest. I swear in these moments it is like you are speaking to my soul. My life is complete. I am content.
You are my love.
We have been doing breathing treatments at least once a day for over a year now. I look forward to and pray for the day when you no longer need these treatments. It is not something that I enjoy doing, but they do afford me moments that I would not otherwise share with you.
You really don't like doing them for me. At daycare, Mrs. Aly says you handle them like a champ. I bring out the worst in you when we do home treatments.
So, I do the treatments after you have gone to sleep. I slip into you room once Morning Guy is in bed and you are sound asleep. I lift you out of your crib and cuddle you close to me. I sit in your recliner with you scooped into my arms. I breath in your sweet curls and feel your warm breath on my cheek. Your heavy head rests soundly on my chest. I swear in these moments it is like you are speaking to my soul. My life is complete. I am content.
You are my love.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
random.
When the Cuddler got our camera out, she found this picture that I took of myself.
And there was this picture of my Pawpaw wearing a big hat during the demolition of Mamaw's house on Thursday.
Just some random pictures for your weekend.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
a four letter word...
I have a new favorite word.
A four letter word.
The Cuddler and Morning Guy do not know where I heard this word.
They do not like it when I use this word.
m.i.n.e.
A four letter word.
The Cuddler and Morning Guy do not know where I heard this word.
They do not like it when I use this word.
m.i.n.e.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
seriously?
Well, Morning Guy is sick again. The Cuddler in her infinite grace slipped on the wet sidewalk at daycare and fell on her foot and this is what it looked like when it was all cleaned up. At least she has a great pedicure.
Here is what it looked like when she finally made it to her office before she cleaned it up.
The Cuddler is not a giddy person, but she is not a pessimist either. She is realist that tries hard to find God's hand in and be grateful for all things. However, the last two and a half weeks are starting to wear her down. My mamaw has broken her hip, had surgery and is in rehab. HUGE downer for the Cuddler.
The Cuddler went back to my Mamaw's house and neighborhood this weekend and it made her cry. I mean what did she think was going to happen? The trees in the park were miraculously going to stand tall and Mamaw's house was going to flip back over? Did she think that she might recognize the neighborhood if she went back once the trees were cleared? Well, she was wrong if that is what she thought.
Then there has been the croup, the emergency room, the stomach virus, mine and Morning Guy's double take on the stomach virus and one more dose of vomiting from Morning Guy. After her fall this morning, she was defeated. Luckily, no one saw her fall so she was able to crawl to her car with a little dignity left.
She confided in her dear friend, Ginny. The Cuddler has come to value Ginny's friendship for many reasons over the last year and half, not the least of which is her frankness and sense of humor. Ginny shared some of her mother's advice: "Not being happy is not an option." Ginny's mom ingrained this in Ginny as a reminder that, for the most part, she had control over her emotional state as well as her circumstances so she needed to choose "happy".
But as Ginny pointed out there is nothing "happy" about a long string of illness and bad luck and there is nothing the Cuddler can do to control it. So, Ginny went with plan B. "At least you didn't marry a Baptist - then you wouldn't even be able to drink when things got crappy!"
Ah, friends. Even better, friends with alcohol.
Love a Plum who loves his Papaw:
Here is what it looked like when she finally made it to her office before she cleaned it up.
The Cuddler is not a giddy person, but she is not a pessimist either. She is realist that tries hard to find God's hand in and be grateful for all things. However, the last two and a half weeks are starting to wear her down. My mamaw has broken her hip, had surgery and is in rehab. HUGE downer for the Cuddler.
The Cuddler went back to my Mamaw's house and neighborhood this weekend and it made her cry. I mean what did she think was going to happen? The trees in the park were miraculously going to stand tall and Mamaw's house was going to flip back over? Did she think that she might recognize the neighborhood if she went back once the trees were cleared? Well, she was wrong if that is what she thought.
Then there has been the croup, the emergency room, the stomach virus, mine and Morning Guy's double take on the stomach virus and one more dose of vomiting from Morning Guy. After her fall this morning, she was defeated. Luckily, no one saw her fall so she was able to crawl to her car with a little dignity left.
She confided in her dear friend, Ginny. The Cuddler has come to value Ginny's friendship for many reasons over the last year and half, not the least of which is her frankness and sense of humor. Ginny shared some of her mother's advice: "Not being happy is not an option." Ginny's mom ingrained this in Ginny as a reminder that, for the most part, she had control over her emotional state as well as her circumstances so she needed to choose "happy".
But as Ginny pointed out there is nothing "happy" about a long string of illness and bad luck and there is nothing the Cuddler can do to control it. So, Ginny went with plan B. "At least you didn't marry a Baptist - then you wouldn't even be able to drink when things got crappy!"
Ah, friends. Even better, friends with alcohol.
Love a Plum who loves his Papaw:
and his dog:
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