Happy Mother's Day!

Oh happy day to all you fellow mamas out there!  I hope your day has been lovely.  I have to admit, I was so excited about the gifts I made (yes, made!) for our moms that I kinda forgot this day was for me too. I was reminded this morning when, after getting to sleep in, I was brought breakfast in bed by the cutest little munchkin I know.  (She let her Dad help her make the pancakes, thankfully.)

breakfast in bed

I got to pick out and bring home my Mother's Day (and anniversary) gift last weekend.  I'll have pics of it for you soon.  I'll also have pics of the lunch we had today to celebrate Mother's Day and a couple family birthdays.

Mostly, right now I want to wish these two special women a very, very happy day!

marcia, pat, lucy (2)

We are blessed to get to call you our moms and will never be able to thank you enough for all that you do for us and our children.  I hope I can be half the mom that you two are to each of us.  Happy Mother's Day!  We love you!

 

Easter Sunday

[I'm still having some layout issues so bear with me while I get them worked out.  Things still look a little wonky!] Ok, Easter recap...here we go!

All three kids woke up to find Easter baskets from the Easter bunny.  Along with a bunch of candy, Wyatt got tickets to a basketball game, Anna got some new ponytail holders and a Vera Bradley jewelry bag, and Katie bug got a teething toy, bath toy, and a new pair of jammies. 

easter baskets

We had a terrific Easter Sunday, even if the morning did start out a bit stressful.  Doc and I were scheduled to play handbells during church that morning (with 5 others).  We were losing sleep over this performance because A) we'd just gotten the music the Sunday before, B) the tempo was really fast and it was all eighth notes, and C) we were accompanying the choir (which is always hard because you have to stay with them if they speed up or slow down).  We had to get to church really early to practice and after about thirty minutes, felt like we were ready.  15 minutes before church started we were finally able to practice with the choir one more time and we had probably our best ever run-through of the song.  We were ready!

And then the actual performance happened.  We started out fine.  I could tell after the first page we were starting to drag so I was watching the choir director like crazy.  Our bell tables were up in the choir loft so we were staggered into three rows.  I was watching the director to make sure I was on beat when all of a sudden the girl behind me rang her bell too hard and completely knocked her music folder over.  The folder flew off the table and slammed into the back of the girl standing beside me and then landed on the ground right behind my feet.  Holy crap!  I thought for sure we would just stop but the choir director didn't even notice we had a music stand down.  It was a train wreck, to say the least.  But, the music folder was picked up, we pulled it back together and we finished strong.  That's all that matters, right?

The rest of the service was great.  Our preacher always does a good job with his sermons and I really enjoyed all the music too!

Per tradition, we gathered over at my mom's house after church for a big feast and an egg hunt.  I told our kids they weren't allowed to change out of their clothes until after I'd taken pictures of them.  Surprisingly, they were really good sports about pictures and I managed to get some decent ones!

 

Wyatt - 13, Anna - 12, and Katie Wynn - 6 months.  I think this one will be going in a frame.

Our whole family.

Jett (7) and Bren (4) are at ages where they're really easy and fun to photograph.  They know how to both look at the camera and smile.  I loved all the colors in their clothes!

Parker (4) and Ramer (1.5) are still a little hard to get smiles from at the same time.  This was about the best I could do!

Obligatory shots of Katie Wynn.  My mom made her Easter dress (in less than a week!) and I thought she looked precious in it.  I specifically requested something without bunnies and/or eggs so that she could wear it past Easter. 

  

I knew Mom would want a picture of all her grandchildren, so we rounded them up.  It was a miracle that we actually got more than one picture with all seven sets of eyes open and pleasant faces!

grandkids 

We yanked the pacis from the babies but were starting to lose everyone's attention.

  

We were lucky to have my friend Emily and her family join us for lunch too.  I am totally kicking myself for not getting any pictures of the twins.  They also had on cute little outfits that my mom had made for them and they were precious!  It was a big day for them as they attended church for the first time.  Alice was also adorable in her Easter dress.

 

All the kids did a decent job of gobbling up their lunch so that they could hunt eggs.  We had a pretty wide age range so we had two separate egg hunts.  The first one was out on the screened-in patio for the two littlest hunters (Ramer and Alice).  Alice was a model Easter egg hunter: quiet and calm and walked to each egg she found and carefully put it in her basket.

  

Sweet Alice kept us laughing the whole afternoon.  She kept calling Parker "Partner" and when her Daddy told her to help Ramer find eggs she'd say, "Armer! Over here Armer!"

Ramer, or "Armer," didn't quite know what to do at first, so Jett helped him out.

He got the hang of it soon enough though!  He liked dropping the eggs into his basket.  (Check out those chubby baby fingers! Couldn't you just gobble them up?!)

 

We used the whole upstairs of my mom's house for the big kids' egg hunt.  Eggs were hiding in every room, and there were a ton of them!  I tried to snap a few pics but they all flew past me too fast for my camera to catch them. 

Poor Katie Wynn just slept through the whole thing.  Mimi bought her a little lamb since she couldn't hunt eggs.  (Please excuse the fact that my white balance is way off in this pic.  I don't have time to fix it right now...I promise they aren't that yellow in real life.)

Bren and Parker (also not this yellow in real life) were pleased with their baskets full of eggs.

parker and bren eggs

The kids all gathered in the playroom to empty their eggs and count their loot.

Then it was time to head outside for the big celebration!  Just like in years past, I had gotten some cascarones so we could have a confetti party and all have good luck!  We had three dozen eggs to smash so I told each kid they could start with two - one to crack over their own head and one to give someone else good luck.  By the time it was over, we were all covered in confetti!

 

Katie Wynn's big brother and sister made sure she would have lots of good luck!

confetti 

 

It doesn't matter how many times you say "be gentle," a seven-year-old will only hear "smash eggs on head" and take advantage of it, even nailing his own  mom!

Katie Wynn and her confetti yarmulke.  (I really wish I had taken off her bib!)

our family

I started blowing the confetti off KW's head and she thought that was pretty funny.  Love those pale white chunky legs!

Even after all the confetti eggs, there was still more celebrating to do!  My sister-in-law Erin has a birthday this week so we had cupcakes and sang to her.  She tried to get Ramer to help her blow out her candle...

...but his big brother jumped in and beat him to it!

After we ate cake and Erin opened all her gifts, we started going our separate ways.  It was a really good, jam-packed day!  Hope yours was just as fun-filled as ours!

A Manly Party

Back in January, my dad turned 60!  To celebrate, we had a party.  (Yes, I'm way behind in posting these pictures.)  Long time readers may remember that a year and half ago, we had a big blowout party to celebrate Mom's milestone birthday.  It was only natural that she wanted to do the same for him.  Only it couldn't be the same, you know?  We actually started our brainstorming last spring.  Our first idea was to send Dad and the boys to the Masters tournament but even with all of us registering our email addresses to win tickets, we didn't win a single one.  The next plan was to rent a couple of houses at the beach in the same neighborhood as our beach house and invite several couples on a weekend getaway to the beach.  We really thought this was going to work out until about three weeks out everyone started telling Mom they weren't going to be able to make it.  So we ditched that idea, sprung into action and planned a quick, last-minute surprise party.  Party location?  My house.  Eek! As you know, we've only been in our house for a few months so there are still lots of empty rooms.  Mom and I decided that would work out just fine...more room to mingle!  But how the heck do you decorate for a manly party?  Flowers and candles seemed way too girly.  So we put our heads together, did some brainstorming, and decided to let Dad's favorite whisky bottle be our inspiration.  My dad is not a huge drinker at all, but if he does choose to have a drink, it's usually going to be a glass of Maker's Mark mixed with water.  You know I like to take a theme and go crazy with it, so I quickly sent out an email to all my friends asking for their empty liquor bottles.  I mean, we were just days past the holiday season so I figured there might be a few bottles hanging around.  And I was right.  :)  Thanks to all of my friends that delivered on the goods!

No better way to set the scene than to start with some shots of the decor, so let me show you how we set things up for this shindig.  The invitation we mailed out mimics a Jack Daniels bottle label.  Not Maker's Mark, I know, but we had a tight deadline.  After settling on our theme, I learned that my brother is a member of some Maker's Mark club and gets all kinds of freebies from them.  So he gave us a bunch of MM gift bags and tissue paper that we used with all the liquor bottles to decorate.  (Maker's Mark did not sponsor this post, but I guess in a roundabout way they kinda sponsored the party.  Or at least the decorations.)

  

As I showed you in my living room post, we still don't have anything up on the freshly painted mantel.  So we grabbed a bunch of liquor bottles - some empty, some full - and set it up to resemble a bar.  We didn't have enough to completely fill the mantel, but some red tulle ribbon helped fill in the gaps.  (Sorry for the smaller-than-normal pictures; I got a little carried away when resizing.)

Also in the living room is this cocktail table, where we added more bottles and some old pictures of Dad.

Our entry hall is pretty big (as far as entry halls go, I suppose) and still very empty.  We set up two card tables so guests could sit and eat and talk (chairs were added to the tables after these pictures).  Mom and I had purchased this fabric off a remnants table to make tablecloths.  It's a little bit mismatched, but we thought the colors went well with the reds and yellows in a Maker's Mark bottle.  Plus, there was nothing girly about the print, so double-win!

  

Our dining room is also still empty, so we had to set up a long folding table for the food.  A little bit embarrassing with all of my Dad's friends there, but whaddaya gonna do?  (Doc wouldn't let me run out and buy a rug and dining table just for the party...I checked. :) )

I do have a cute new little bar, though, that we used for all the plates and things.

The kitchen table had a centerpiece of more bottles, and we spread out lots of Dad's old yearbooks and school newspapers.  Everyone loved looking through them, especially since many of the guests were in them too!

We had ordered a couple boxes of airplane sized bottles of Maker's Mark, and the little boxes they came in were perfect little containers for mixed nuts.

One of my very favorite decorations was this display:

Yes, folks, for a very brief period of time, my dad rocked a mustache.  And we paid tribute to it with a stand full of chocolate 'staches.

A party's not a party without favors, and that's what we used those mini airplane bottles for.  My dad has served on the local school board for many years and every year has to have his picture taken for the yearbook.  A school photo, if you will.  And every year he gets mailed a package of prints - you know, a couple 5x7s, one 8x10, and a couple sheets of wallets - and every single year he says "What the heck am I going to do with these?"  Mom was able to find several years' worth of wallets that didn't get thrown away, and we decided it was high time we did something with 'em.  So we attached a wallet sized picture of Dad on every single mini bottle of Maker's Mark. :)

Also attached was a chocolate cigar.  Dad's also been a cigar smoker for years so Mom and I bought cigar-shaped candy molds and made these the week before.

  

So that's how we decorated.  Now let's get to the party!

It was sort of a surprise party.  It was a surprise in that we didn't tell Dad about it beforehand.  But there was no big moment where we all jumped out from behind something and yelled "Surprise!"  That's because there was no way to hide all the cars.  Mom had told Dad the morning of the party that we (the kids) had all gotten babysitters so that we could go out to eat somewhere nice for his birthday.  The plan was that she and Dad were going to pick up me and Doc on their way to the undisclosed restaurant.  Of course, as soon as Dad rounded the corner to our house and saw all of the cars, he knew we weren't going out to eat.

Here they are making their entrance.  I believe Dad was giving Mom heck because he had told her he didn't want any big party for his birthday.

We kids were in the mudroom area to greet him first.

Dad finally made it into the kitchen to see all of his friends and, in typical Dad fashion, thanked them all for being there and then apologized for having already made other plans and "really wished he could stay and visit," then turned around and pretended to leave.

I'll spare you ALL the pictures from the party, but here are some snapshots of the people that regularly appear on this little blog.

  

  

About midway through the party, we corralled all the guests into the kitchen so Mom could present Dad's gift to him.  I wonder if Dad always cringes like that when Mom starts talking...

As for his gift, we copied this awesome idea and sent out letters to all of Dad's old and current friends, colleagues, classmates, and family members asking them to jot down stories or memories of him.  We put each submission in it's own envelope and then numbered the envelopes.  We had 60 envelopes full of 60-years worth of memories.  Obviously Dad couldn't sit down and read them all during the party, but we still went ahead and presented them to him and he stayed up into the wee hours of the night going through them after party.  (As the collector of the memories, I got to read them all in advance and believe me when I say there were some pretty funny stories!!)

Dad seemed touched and gave a toast to all his friends.

After his toast, we sang Happy Birthday and cut into the cake.  The cake was made by two of my friends from high school - and husband and wife baking duo - and they did an awesome job with it!

We also took a quick family picture.

At Mom's party, we had a mock photo booth area with lots of props.  We wanted to do the same for this party, but instead of gathering hats and wigs and boas as props, we ordered a set of these paper props on sticks.

There are some awesome pictures of the guests with the props, but this one of me and my brothers is hands-down my favorite one.  I had no idea they weren't smiling either...totally unplanned.

Here are some more photo booth pics...

  

  

  

  

By the end of the night, there were a lot of people at the party with mustaches...

(Some of the men had brought their own.)

All in all, it was a really fun night!  It was a little weird having my house full of people that were, ahem, a little bit older than me but it was more than worth it to be able to celebrate Dad!  Heck, I'd do it all over again.  Maybe at 70, Dad?

As much fun as it was partying with the old folks Dad's friends, my very favorite part of the night was when this sweet pea came back home!  Thanks again, Kim, for babysitting her during the party!

And with that, we called it a night.  :)

Baptized

December 9, 2012 = the day we had Katie Wynn baptized.  Prior to December 9, our sweet little girl had never cried during church, pooped during church, or spit up on a gown.  December 9, 2012 = the day all of that changed. It was a big day for all of us.  Doc and I were playing handbells as half of a quartet during the service, and so we had to go up to the church early to practice.  Thank goodness Doc's parents were in town!  They stayed at our house with all three kids and made sure everyone got showered and ready for church.

Fast forward to the service and my dad started out holding Katie.  The plan was that she'd get baptized right after we greeted one another - not too far into the service.  We were right in the middle of the first praise song when I felt my dad tap me on the shoulder.  "She just filled up her diaper and it doesn't smell so good..."  Crap.  Literally.  I grabbed the diaper bag and the baby and practically ran to the women's restroom.  Thank goodness someone was in there to help me!  Her gown was huge and I was envisioning it getting royally messed up.  With the help of a friend, I was able to get the diaper changed in no time.  Of course, just as I was washing my hands, she spit up on her dress.  Crap again!  I grabbed her burp cloth and got that cleaned up and ran back into the sanctuary just in time to toss my dad the diaper bag and walk up front.

Here we are with our preacher as we make our vows to bring Katie up in the church.  (See the burp cloth in my hand?  Was worried we'd have Spit Up Round Two while we were up there.  That didn't happen, thankfully.  Instead, we had Diaper Fill Up Round Two, right there in Doc's arms in front of God and everybody.  Luckily he and I were the only ones who could hear it.

Her below-the-waist activities ended just in time for Doc to pass her over to the preacher to be baptized.  And that is when my sweet little angel started crying.  You can't really tell in the picture below but she didn't really want that water on her head!

I happened to have her pacifier in my hand so we were able to plug her up so Brother Tom could walk her down the aisle and show her off to the congregation.  I'm pretty sure that Doc and I had both sweated through our clothes at this point, and we still had to play handbells!  When we made it back to our pew, we passed Katie down to Doc's mom and she immediately fell asleep.  Doc and I had just enough time to put on our gloves and head back to the front of the sanctuary to play during the offertory.  We played O Come, O Come Emmanuel and I think it was our best run-through of it.  We had struggled in practice but we pulled it off!  Phew!

I wish I could tell you what the sermon was about that Sunday, but my mind was all over the place.  Did I look like an idiot standing up there?  Why did she cry?  I hope she doesn't get diaper rash since I haven't changed her diaper.  Did I play all of my notes? Will everyone be up for taking pictures after the service?  So on and so forth...

Doc and I had invited all of our family over for lunch to celebrate Katie's baptism, but I quickly got the word out that we had to take pictures before anyone could leave.  They were all good sports.

Katie-bug had quite a crowd!

Fist pumps for Jesus!

Here are Doc's parents with our kids.

My grandmother was able to get a smile from Katie.

One of these days I'll get a decent shot of all 7 of my parents' grandkids.  Either that or I'll stop trying.

Like I said, we invited everyone over for lunch after church.  For a brief second, Doc and I had considered cooking but we wisened up and let someone else do it for us.  We had a catered lunch of poppy seed chicken, green beans, layered salad, and homemade rolls.  For dessert we had strawberry cake and chocolate cake.  It was delicious!  (And so much easier and less stressful than cooking ourselves!)

    

    

    

Have you ever seen that quote that goes something like, "Grandparents' houses are where cousins go to become best friends?"  I think that's true for these two munchkins.  They are best cousin friends.

Here is my mom with two of her besties, Leslie and Jenny.  I love this pic of you gals!

Have you ever fallen asleep at your own party?  Poor girl was worn out.

The lunch was delicious and we all had a good time.  It was such a good day, even with all the little mishaps!  You better believe we all needed a nap that afternoon, though!

A day or two later, I dressed Katie back up so I could get some pictures of her in her gown.  My photo shoot didn't go so well so I actually had a photographer friend come take some more professional ones, but here are a few that I was able to get.

I have to brag on my mom because she made Katie's gown by hand.  Isn't she amazing?!  I mean, look at all the detail on the skirt!  She did all of the shadow-work embroidery and pin tucks by hand.  And the scallops and lace edging.  She's crazy talented!

The lace on the sleeves had a ribbon running through it.

I wish I had a picture of the back so you could see the big bow on it too.  It was a beautiful gown and I gave my mom a very short amount of time to get it done.  Thanks so much, Mom!  You rock!

(She pooped during the photoshoot too...must be something about that gown that just makes her feel good and relaxed...)

Last Christmas Celebration

I just realized I still had some Christmas pictures that I hadn't posted yet.  We didn't get together with my mom's side of the family until the weekend after Christmas, so it was a later celebration.  We alternate houses every year between my mom's house and my aunt's house, and this year was my aunt's year to host us for Christmas.  They live about 2 hours away, so early Saturday morning we all jumped in our cars and hit the road.  We love getting to go visit them! Growing up, I always thought of my mom's side of the family as the "small" side since she's just one of two children.  My dad's one of five so there are a lot more cousins on that side.  But these days, with all us grandchildren grown up, I'm pretty sure this side has produced more great-grandchildren.  In fact, the 14 adults will be evenly matched when the 14th great-grandchild arrives in March.  Five of those great-grandchildren are four years old and are either very best friends or tattling on each other right and left.  And three kids are younger than them.  I'm sure you can imagine how chaotic it gets when we're all under one roof!

My pictures from the day are very random and not very great.  With all the chaos, though, it's a miracle I got any pictures at all.  It was a super fun day and I'm so glad we were able to find a time to all get together, even if it was for just half a day.  I think I'll skip the commentary this time...enjoy the pics!