Tuesday, March 29, 2016

eggs, sugar and a lot of rain

Happy Easter! What's a holiday without a photo shoot featuring siblings in matching outfits? Last week I got a text from a friend that she was "renting" a lamb for Easter photo sessions in her backyard the Saturday before Easter. Cue the internal outfit debate. What should they wear? Their real Easter outfits? But what if the lamb gets messy and I won't have time to wash, dry and iron their clothes before church? Should I take the casual route instead?

Since we I knew we were going to be out of town until the Saturday before Easter, I decided to go the casual route. This way I knew their Easter clothes would still be neatly pressed before go time on Sunday morning. Does lamb drool stain? I wasn't going to risk the first seersucker of the season finding out.

And then the lamb was a no show.

So the boys just had to be cute on their own. A feat I feel they managed fairly well, biased as I am.

These photos are from my camera. My friend has an even better camera and lens than I do, so I can't wait to see how hers turned out.

Just so you know, I wouldn't EVER allow my two year old to wear a button down. Even though he looks just freaking adorable, it's Peter Pan collars at church or we skip church in this house until you're five.




Owen was having a full on Kanye episode for the first 10 minutes we were there. But then he let us know he would work for candy, so he decided to smile in between asking for more.  You can see that they both actually have candy in their contract demands.


Later that evening, it was time to put out carrots for the Easter Bunny.  Max was there too, but he was so excited all of his photos basically feature him as a blur across the screen.

easter carrots

Owen had one carrot, which he kept nibbling on. It took some convincing to get him to put it on the ground with the other carrots that had enthusiastically been placed by his older brother.

After heading back inside, he stood at the front door and looked out at his carrots mumbling something about "E Bunny!" and, "Carrot! E Bunny!"


On Easter we woke up to cloudy skies. The bottom fell out halfway to church. We had lunch reservations with my parents, and in between church and lunch we were supposed to go to their house for an egg hunt. The traditional hunt had to be moved indoors. I think the boys hunted eggs at least 12 different times before it was time to leave for lunch. When the hunting landscape goes from an entire yard to just the living room, it makes said hunt go by much faster.

Happy Easter from the cooperative one.

Indoor egg hunt.

Sadly, the rain did not let up before we had to leave for lunch, so our hair suffered the most. Here I am, channeling my inner Diana Ross. Owen's hair appears to be channeling his inner David Banner circa 1979. This was as close as he would get to the bunny. He was all about him from a distance. Not so much up close.

big hair, don't care

And because there is never enough sugar on Easter, my mom made two delicious Easter cakes. One Peeps cake for the kids and one Easter birthday cake for JT.



We were late to the egg dying party this year because of our travels. So after lunch and dessert with my folks, Owen napped and Max got to dye his eggs.


When Owen woke up he wanted to join in. He quickly found out that real Easter eggs don't open as easily or neatly as the plastic kind he had hunted over at my mom's.


Egg decorating came to an abrupt halt as did our Easter festivities for the day.

Happy Easter!

Sunday, March 27, 2016

hey, from oxford

This weekend, JT and I traveled to Oxford to celebrate his birthday with a lot of food and a baseball game. It was a sans kids adventure, which meant that we could have more than one drink with dinner and sleep late in a totally dark hotel room. And by sleep late, I mean 7:30. 
oxford, mississippi

I do appreciate this fellow who owns a parcel of land just as you enter Oxford. This hay bale was also festively dressed for Halloween back when we were in town in October. I wish I knew for sure that it was a Santa or Rudolph for Christmas, but I'm betting it was. And yes, I would have made JT turn the car around to get a better picture as I did for both the cat and this here EB.
hay, bunny!

After checking into our hotel, we walked to the square for dinner at Boure. We both got dessert. I didn't get him a birthday cake this year, so he got bread pudding instead. It was probably a lot better than what I would have made anyway.

birthday bread pudding for ole puddin'

Speaking of our hotel, we stayed at a relatively new ( I think) hotel just off the square called the Graduate. After staying there I am considering redecorating our entire house with it as my inspiration.

First of all, it had pink wooden floors in the lobby. Who would have thought that would be something anyone would ever fathom putting anywhere? I don't know how, but it worked. Since I live in a house full of boys, I'd probably be the only "yes" vote for pink floors.  Oh well. I'll always have my memories of these.

graduate oxford

Oh and look, MORE pink floors. But even better because they were pink polka-dots. What's not to love?

pink and navy polka dot floors

And also, globe lights. I've already googled these because if I ever build a house, I'll need a couple somewhere.

globe lights

Hello, seersucker curtains and grasscloth wallpaper! Get in my house!

seersucker curtains

More fun decor awaited in the hotel's restaurant off the lobby. We didn't eat there, but it sure was cute.

graduate- Oxford, MS

After sleeping what we consider late, we headed over to Big Bad Breakfast where I got an order of chocolate chip pancakes with a side of bacon. This picture does not even do what was described as a short stack justice. They were anything but short, and were bigger than my face. When I was finished, it looked like I hadn't eaten much of anything, but I was full for the rest of the day. Who says carbs aren't fuel?

Big Bad Breakfast is a place we had been hearing about, but never tried before. This is because every time we've been in town the wait was well over an hour. And when I'm breakfast hungry, I just can't wait that long. The wait wasn't too long this time, so we suffered through so we could finally say we've eaten there.  It was very good, but you can't really screw up chocolate chip pancakes. JT got the pain perdu, which wasn't as good as his. Not by a long shot.

big bad pancakes and big bad breakfast

It was a beautiful day, so we decided to visit Rowan Oak, which is William Faulkner's home. I will now admit two things that I should probably be embarrassed about: 1) I'd never been there before and 2) I've never read a Faulkner book. I should probably be ashamed by that last one. But I didn't have to read any of his books in high school or college. Pair that with everyone saying they can be a tedious read, and I just never picked one up. JT likes a lot of them, so I trust that they're great literature, but at this point in my life I just haven't accepted the challenge. Maybe I will one of these days.

rowan oak


Look here at this vapid B who's never read Faulkner wearing white jeans before Easter.

rowan oak relax

On to the baseball game! By this time my pancakes had worn off and I scarfed down almost an entire serving of barbecue nachos by myself. JT almost lost a finger. I apparently had BBQ in my teeth. Ole Miss lost the game. It was really cold after the sun went down. But it was still a lot of fun! There were lots of little kids there, which made me start missing the boys.

ole miss vs. south car-linah

On our way out of town the next day we carb loaded at Bottle Tree Bakery. I had the Humble Pie. JT saw it on the menu and said he'd thought I'd like it. Hopefully because of how it would taste and not because I need a slice.

bottle tree bakery

Happy Birthday, JT. I am so glad you were born because my life is sure a lot more fun with you in it. Even if you would never let me have pink wood floors in our house.

Sunday, March 20, 2016

hey, from the beach

We loaded up the kids and headed down to the sandy beaches of Alabama for spring break. This was the first time we'd taken either kid to the beach. I don't know why we waited so long, but it was most likely because I'd always heard a beach vacation with little kids doesn't really feel like a beach vacation.
excited to see the ocean for the first time

I probably shouldn't have listened to the nay-sayers and gone earlier.


During our break the weather was in the high 70's and breezy. Perfect beach weather, if you ask me. The water was freezing, but when has cold water ever deterred a small child?

stay on the towel

Both boys loved it, although Owen refused to get off of his towel.





He did venture off one time.


The big boy had a great time building castles, collecting sea shells, and looking for crabs.




Where do I sign the petition for spring break to last two weeks?