ICYMI: Back At It

Happy New Year! I am starting off this year with a recap post of last week… in-case-you-missed-it-small

Back To School: Georgia Peach and the Coach headed back to school! I was happy to finally answer, “Yes!” to GP’s morning question, “Is it a school day?”. She asked us the same question almost daily during her break. She was excited to reunite with her teachers and friends!

We hope her enthusiasm for school and learning continues for years to come. Or at least for the remainder of the school year. 🙂

Back To Work: I started a new position and could not be happier! I am so excited to work with this group and really looking forward to the work I get to do with them. My last position allowed me to work from home, so naturally I had to make some adjustments to working in an office….with other people. Outside of the most obvious adjustment, the dress code, I had a little hiccup with my usual music routine. I enjoy listening to music while I work and I noticed that the majority of my co-workers did too. So when the battery on my iPad Mini needed to be recharged, I decided to listen to music on my phone.

I unplugged my headphones from my iPad and tapped the Pandora music app on my phone.Unfortunately, the app started immediately and this song began to play loudly from my phone! Imagine quietly working at your desk and all of a sudden you hear…”Dirty South! Can y’all really feel me?” from the newbie’s desk! I frantically tried to silence my phone by swiping and fumbling with the screen. I had no idea what lyrics were next! Side note: Plugging my headphones into the phone never crossed my mind!

Luckily, only one person turned around to see what was happening. Everyone else…had on their headphones! Whew.

Back To The Drawing Board: After finding a temporary Nanny for GP for my recent jury duty, we were thrilled when we were able to land her as our full-time Nanny. Two days into my new position, Fit Nanny calls to tell me that she is quitting to take a job at her boyfriend’s company. Honestly, I wasn’t as upset about it as I would have been in the past (I know, who am I?). Maybe it was all the Nanny drama we had been through in the past that has left me numb? I don’t know. But, she explained that she had been a Nanny since moving to the US and wanted to try something new. Without experience, she was having a hard time making the transition. So, while I have no idea how I am going to tell GP she is getting a new Nanny (she LOVES her), I am happy Fit Nanny will be doing something she really wants to do. I know how that feels! 🙂

Back to the Blog: December is a difficult month for me so, I was mostly silent as the end of the year approached. My mom’s birthday, her favorite holiday, the anniversary of her death and funeral all fall in December. This year she would have celebrated her 65th birthday and for whatever reason that fact alone put me in a mini tailspin at the beginning of the month. Which I know is okay. But it was difficult balancing my joy of the season and the pain of not being with my favorite lady. Unfortunately, I know many of you share similar journeys of personal loss and together we take it on, one day at a time. Writing always makes me feel more connected to my mother so, I’m back! I will not only write here but, I will be branching out to other publications this year.

See you in a few days! I have a couple of posts I never published chilling in draft mode, so more is on the way. Thanks for reading!

 

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Ready, Set, Scream!

My Georgia Peach loves to scream. Happy, frustrated, sad, excited doesn’t matter she will scream sometime during the day. Today, she was screaming (as usual) but, this time when I asked her why she was screaming she simply responded, “I needed to.”

Say what, toddler?

I am not one to complain about my life. I know I am blessed. Every single day I am able to share with my Husband and our daughter, I am thankful. They gave me life. So, when she said she needed to scream I thought, my sweet baby girl…

I think I do too!

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I need to scream…

for my Mom who loves me near and far, for my feisty and very handsome Papaw who defies medical logic and does things his way, for my Step Mother who is regaining her strength from her victorious fight with breast cancer and for my Father who is by her side every single second, for The Coach and his devotion to our family in good times and better times.

Mostly, I need to scream for myself so, I screamed with GP today.

We went to our backyard and ran around screaming our heads off :-). GP thought it has hilarious and I thought, it was needed.

Now, we get back to the business of life.

Time is up!

PS-Obviously, I edited a little, I added an image. Sorry I’m not sorry. 🙂

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When Did We Get That?

My response to the Daily Prompt, a ten minute free write. Good luck reading it. 🙂

He can’t say no.

And because this impacts me too, I would like to officially request that you only ask The Coach to help you move when the following is true…

You are completely packed and all you need is some labor assistance.

There…I said it!

My Sweet Husband will help you move if you ask him because he is that kind of guy. But problems arise when you send him home with stuff you (a) no longer need and feel someone should have or (b) don’t have the energy to pack it or even throw away. He will likely say okay to something. First, he will text me and ask if we need (insert miscellaneous item here). I respond with a yea or nay but he will still show up with some random item.

Now, don’t get me wrong we have obtained some awesome move related things like:

  • A brand new camcorder (courtesy of my Mother-in-Law)
  • A flat screen TV (I guess it does pay to be nice)
  • And my favorite, my writing chair in my office (Thank you, Neighborhood Mom!)

But oftentimes he comes home with gems like this (The Coach spent a good 2 hours reliving his childhood, fixing the tires, chain and seat. I wholeheartedly expected to find a card in the spoke):

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Quick note: Our daughter is three and while she is below the weight limits, she exceeds the head circumference restrictions. In other words, Georgia Peach has inherited her Mommy’s big ol head (sorry, Love) and I can not see over it! Besides, I look like I am riding a horse while riding this bike. Not cute or comfortable. Looking forward to him taking that weird seat thingy off!

That is all. 🙂

 

 

Love-Me-Downs

Often times when we think of hand-me-downs, material items come to mind. Things. The problem with things…they can be lost, damaged or stolen.

The Daily Prompt asked, “Tell us about some of the meaningful hand-me-downs in your life.” I decided to share a few verbal hand-me-downs that have stayed with me through the years.

From My Grandma Josie:

“Never love a man more than you love yourself.”

“One of the reasons I decided to marry your Grandpa was because he was sincere.”

“Don’t expect to be paid for everything you do.”

“Praying is your letter to God.”

From My Mom:

“I know you think you are too impatient to be a Mother, but I see the capacity in you. You will see it one day too.”

“The sooner you realize that life isn’t always fair the better equipped you will be to handle it.”

“I wish you could see the beauty I see when I look at you.” 🙂

There really are so many nuggets of wisdom my Mom and Grandma shared not only with me but, with so many others over the years, I could really write a longer post. Even though I selfishly wish I had more time with them both, their many hand-me-downs always provide me with what I need, when I need it most. Comfort, laughter, strength, support or direction.

And they will never be lost, damaged or stolen.

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A Georgia Peach Kinda Day

Last week, our Sweet Baby Girl turned 3 years old! Time is passing much too fast for me, I am not a fan. 😦  It seems like only yesterday I was rocking Georgia Peach as an infant.  Okay, it probably was yesterday we sometimes play “Baby Goo Goo” in which she rocks HER baby (whose name is Goo Goo)  and I rock her. Anyway…The Coach and I have quickly become fans of a party a few days before her birthday and having her all to ourselves on her actual birthdate. 🙂 So, in honor of our GP’s birthday, I decided to take a picture every couple of hours to document the activities of her special day.

So, I present to you… A Georgia Peach Kinda Day!

First, we dropped off The Coach at Football Camp...

Can I wear your hat Daddy?

Don’t take your hat Daddy, can I wear it?

 

Next, a stop at her special occasion only breakfast spot…

I love donuts, Mommy! Wait, what is this…jelly? Yuck!

I love donuts, Mommy! Wait, what is this…jelly? I don’t like the jelly, Mommy.

A little playtime with her bathroom toys…

Let's go to the airport! The toys are taking a ride on the tissue box airplane. Buckle up.

Let’s go to the airport! The toys are taking a ride on the tissue box airplane. Buckle up.

 

And no day is complete without a little jumping…

Jump! Jump! Jump!

Jump! Jump! Jump!

 

All that jumping can make a girl hungry. Time for one of her favorite snacks…

More cheese, please!

More cheese, please!

 

It’s craft time!

Well, just in case you were wondering, GP likes her stickers!

Well, just in case you were wondering, GP likes her stickers!

Time for a carriage ride! Thanks to the Ladies at Plantation Carriage Company for the birthday love!

Got my Daddy and my fancy headband…let's get started!

Got my Daddy and my fancy headband…let’s get started!

This day would NOT be complete without a little pizza. “The Lineage “with Wheat crust from YourPie is the business. Get some, for real!

 

Yummy pizza pie! The veggies are for Mommy.

Yummy pizza pie! The veggies are for Mommy.

Can we ride on the boat now?

Yay! We are on a boat. So what if it was the free taxi. :-)

Yay! We are on a boat. So what if it was the free water taxi. 🙂

 

Hope you had a great day, my Sweet!

Happy Birthday, Georgia Peach!

Happy Birthday, Georgia Peach!

 

Fifty Words

I wanted to try another writing prompt so I took a stab at this one awhile back. Finally, I’m ready to post it. 🙂

The Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge: Write a post using fifty words no more no less. Here goes nothing…

The first sign of a life forever changed.

The nightmare.

Clad in black. No light, no air, darkness everywhere.

Absolutely horrifying.

I awoke anxious, sad and scared. A dreadful start to her favorite holiday.

Christmas Day.

The second sign came less than 12 hours later.

Heavy snow and stubborn ice.