Thursday, May 22, 2008

Cookout at Vivian's



Completed patio

First step; primer over concrete
Totally complete
Close-up

Our patio is finally complete. It has been for a few weeks now but I am just now getting around to posting the pictures. We are really enjoying our backyard and spend many late afternoons out there.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Campbell's Mother's Day Baptism

 
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What a beautiful Mother's day we all had! Campbell was baptized on this joyous day! Carter was baptized on Father's day so we thought appropriate for Campbell to be baptized on Mother's day. Campbell did great and was simply beautiful! She was very much full of grace, complete with a tiny bracelet her Mimi gave her! Brandon's family was here along with my parents. After church we had a cook out and enjoyed being together. Carter entertained us all and Campbell enjoyed being held all afternoon! Thank you to our moms and families for making this such a special day. We are so grateful that we both have wonderful mother's to celebrate on Mother's Day and really every day. There are not enough words or ways to show our appreciation!

Georgia Aquarium


 


Brandon's family was in town this weekend for Campbell's baptism. On Saturday we went to the Georgia Aquarium and then took every one to experience The Varsity. We all enjoyed the aquarium and Carter loved having the opportunity to run around and for the most part, not listen! Ahhhh, the wonderful joys of having a 2 year old! He did like seeing all the fish but his favorite was the beluga whale. His Mim talked to him about whales before the trip so Carter kept saying, "Whale . . . boom . . . water!" Campbell's favorite part was watching the water rush in the tropical fish tank. She was totally mesmerized! After the aquarium, we had lunch at The Varsity! Carter ate his very own "naked dog," bun and all! What a fun Atlanta day we had!
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Campbell is 4 months



Campbell had her 4 month check last week. While she is for sure growing, her length is far out doing her width! Her height was 25 inches, which is the 75th% and her weight is 11 lbs. 3 oz, which is the 10th%. We are working on trying to get her to gain more weight but like most girls, she is a very picky eater! Carter had his check last week too and he is the total opposite: height is 35 inches, 70th% and weight is 30.5 lbs, 85th%. Although, is very slim, all his weight I think is in his 95th% head!

Becoming a mom will change your life!

I received the following one day in my e-mail from a friend, it's one of those many forwards we all get, but it's worth reading!
We were sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family." "We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?" "It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. "I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations." But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that t he physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moments hesitation. I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right. I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother. Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs. I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor. My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic. I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings.