Y’all, as I was looking back on pictures of our last week in Savannah, I couldn’t help but feel a little red… Exhibit A: The baby dined at Social Tybee in nothing but his nappie. Granted, Tybee Island might be the only place on earth where this attire (or lack thereof) didn’t turn a single head. Exhibit… Read More
Y’all, I am SO behind on this blog I barely know where I am and what I’m doing! We’ve spent a total of about seven days at home this entire month between Rosemary Beach, Pensacola and two trips to Savannah. We just arrived back from that second week down South and I’m bound and… Read More
This year, our Rosemary Beach vacation commenced on Sister’s birthday!! So just as soon as we had the cars unloaded and bags unpacked, we kicked off the celebration with a delectable little chocolate cake and gifts. I gifted her what is no doubt the most darling little clutch I’ve ever seen. Now, I can’t take… Read More
My sweet nephew Bird spent a short stint at Children’s Healthcare at Scottish Rite last week having an exploratory surgery and being examined by an assorted lot of specialists. He weighed in at only three and a half pounds at birth and, since he still hasn’t “caught up” at age two, he needed to have… Read More
Honey and I scooted off on a date night to the Braves game last night. Back when dates were plentiful and littles were not, a ball game would have been just about the last place I’d want to spend a night out. But these days, before I’ve even heard his proposition on where we might… Read More
We were up and at ’em at the crack of dawn this morning, kicking off our Independence Day celebrations. We decked out the little’s rides in patriotic flair and rode alongside all our buddies in the neighborhood parade. Water balloons, bike riding and running wild in the yard were rampant at the after-parade breakfast! Now… Read More
We had such a fun and exhausting day doing everything Honey’s way for Dad’s Day! At the request of the honoree, we kicked off the festivities with McDonald’s sausage & cheese muffins (which the PCP immediately declared smelled and tasted like poop…and I could neither disagree, make him eat it nor punish him for the… Read More