Gorgeous

Frozen fountain in Forsyth Park in my beloved Savannah




(Photos from www.savannah.for91days.com)

O Holy Morning (at Northside Drive Baptist Church Preschool)

Friday morning was the 22nd Annual Christmas Pageant at Sam and Lily's preschool. Sam starred, in a pivotal role, as Joesph and Lily was a donkey. He had one line, which he delivered beautifully,

"Mary, I have been commanded by the King to go to Bethlehem. Please come with me."

He did make goofy faces when he first saw Andy and me in the crowd which I quickly nixed with the "Don't you dare!" glare that only mothers can give. He then proceeded to bend over with his hands on his knees repeatedly, as if winded from standing up for so long. You'd think he'd just competed in a 500 yard dash or something. He was belting out those songs though. He did a great job.

Lily the donkey was too weary from her journey to Bethlehem to stand on her own little donkey legs and insisted her teacher hold her while she turned her back to the crowd and stuck her hand in her mouth the whole time. She also refused to wear her donkey ears- I kind of expected that. I'm glad I put a big white bow on her head so I could spot her in the sea of donkeys. I think she may have rung her bell a few times but that was the extent of her participation. Maybe she is holding out for a bigger role ;)




Mary and Joesph


The back of Lily and Ms. Alicia


They were thrilled to pose for pictures afterward.



On a side note, who in the world asks a nine months pregnant woman to hop on a donkey and walk to a faraway town? Couldn't Joesph just vouch for her in the census?
"Listen, my wife is nine months pregnant- gonna give birth any day, I mean she wanted to come, but then she would be all uncomfortable, you know how women are, stopping to go the bathroom every five minutes, pestering me to ask for directions... You understand, right? Besides, I beat my best time by 26 minutes! 26 minutes!! Impressive, huh?"

Am I going to hell (I mean for this, not all that other stuff)?

All kidding aside, St. Joesph must have been an amazing man with an extraordinary faith in God and is an example to us all on how to love unconditionally. May God bless us all with such attributes.

Progress!

Why do I even buy toys?

Lily likes to help me unload groceries and then play with all the cans. These are all her "fwiends" and are all named Hot Dog.

Turkey Day Mishap

We went to Fairhope to celebrate Thanksgiving and my niece Anna Eloise's baptism. This was our first time meeting her and she is a gorgeous sweet baby.

I wish I could share some great pictures with you but I forgot my camera. I forgot it because it was all packed away in my suitcase and I FORGOT MY SUITCASE. Oh yes, you read that right. I forgot my entire suitcase. It sat on the floor of my empty bedroom for five days while I ran around in my Mom's undies (TMI?) and borrowed clothing. Luckily, Shanny brought half her wardrobe and kindly let me wear some of her clothes. So I was not only dressed, I was well dressed! Better than I would have been had I brought my own clothing!

Next time we travel, MY suitcase is going in the car first.

Thumbs up

For when baby is just too tired to take one more step....

It's only just begun...

Lily has become, well, quite verbal and assertive recently and doesn't mind sharing her opinions with me. She talks incessantly, which to me, is a bit surprising since her brother simply will not stop talking all damn day. I always thought she would never get a word in with his constant

"Hey Mom, look at me! I'm shaking my booty at you."
"Mom, how old will I be when I am in the fourth grade?"
"Mom, what's 399 + 72?"
"Mom, can I play Angry Birds on your phone?"
"Mom, I used to be sick. Remember when I threw up? I threw up on November 2."

But I digress. This post was supposed to be about Lily, right?

She is every marketing executive's dream. During commercials advertising any toy (doesn't matter what it is- she's not the discriminatory type), she yells at the TV, "I want dat! I get dat!"
To which I reply, "If you're a good girl, maybe Santa will bring you ______ (whatever stupid piece of plastic shit she is referring to)." The first time I said that, she turned around, hand on hip and with a look that could wilt flowers, she informed me, "My daddy buy me dat."

Oh hell no. Is this my sweet baby?

Yesterday at breakfast I overheard her tell Sam, "I don't like you." (Then, of course, there was some tattling, blah, blah...). So I tried to explain to her that instead she could say, "I don't like what you are doing" or something similar. Going on, I said telling people you don't like them could hurt their feelings or make them feel sad. Immediately she looked over at me with the same soul piercing look and declared, "Well... too bad for peoples."

Maybe you had to be there. Reading this story is probably not as funny as the version I hear in my mind. I know, I know, my doctor said not to listen to those voices in my head anymore but sometimes they are so funny.... ;)