Coincidence?

While on our East coast trip last summer, we wanted to try and go to as many baseball games as we could.

The Phillies were in town on July 4th, which worked out perfectly with our schedule.
We had a family sitting in front of us; mom, dad, little girl, little boy. The dad resembled Mark Wahlberg, according to LaVor.

The parents were both drinking, not excessively, but a few beers. The dad in particular, was drinking Bud Light Lime.

Looks good, huh? I'm attracted to fruity drinks, minus the beer, and apparently so was the son. He kept trying to take the bottle from the dad and just get a lick, not even a drink. Nope, the dad wouldn't allow it.

Unlike our situation, another Phillies dad supposedly let his son take a drink.


(Notice the A's hat in the bottom left corner? Woot woot!)

Something must be in the air at Citizens Bank Park that makes kids want to take a swig.

It Surprised Me Too!

In no way are we ready for another child. Give us a few years.

But surprisingly, I miss my belly. I miss feeling the kiddo kick, I miss not being able to tie my shoes, I miss looking down and seeing movement, I miss scooting away from my desk and someone saying, "whoa!", I miss my cute pair of maternity jeans.

I don't miss feeling my belly rest on my thighs...that was gross, I don't miss the feeling of coming home and instantly lifting my shirt off my belly and scratching the snot out of it, I don't miss the constant "I'm going to explode because there's no room for my food" feeling.

Honk Honk! Beep Beep!

Our goal for this weeks walk was 15 miles. It ended up being 16.6.

On my way to work last week, I realized from my sister's house to a certain point was roughly 8 miles. "Perfect! That'll be our walk for this week," I thought.

We're both about halfway to our required $1800 goal in order to participate in the walk. I decided to make a sign that said, "Donate $1.00 to fight breast cancer" and carry it on our trek. It took less than an hour for the donations to roll in. Our first $3 were donated by a man and woman, that looked like they didn't have very much. One woman at the end of the walk apologized for not having $1.00 but gave us the 30 cents she had in her pocket. 3 people donated $5, some even pulled over and stopped their car in order to donate. One man got out of his Jeep and said, "Finally! A cause I'm willing to support!" He had tears in his eyes as he handed us his $1. As he drove away, he honked and waved. Several people honked; mostly guys :oP

We ended up earning almost $30.00 and wondered why we didn't make a sign 2 months ago! Not only did we earn money but we called the cops on a drunk woman, passed a gorilla that just so happened to have a banana as a snack and found out that Sonic doesn't have indoor seating.

Both of us now have sunburned legs and necks but we're that much closer to our goals.

For love of country they accepted death… — James A. Garfield

To the men and women that have given their lives for my freedom, thank you.

World War II Memorial - The wall has 4,048 stars on it, each representing 100 Americans that died in the war.

Korean War Memorial

Vietnam War Memorial

Tomb of the Unknown Soldier

A Weekend Of Firsts

First time in another state (for The Lime), even though this was taken on the California side.

First time in the snow.

First time eating sucking a plain ice cream cone.


We had the opportunity to head up to LaVor's grandparent's cabin and enjoy some much needed time away. My parents were able to join us and we had a great time! Minus The Lime continuing this "not wanting to go to sleep when everyone else does" phase.

Boys being boys, no matter how old they get.

The hat was to keep the sun off of his head, not to make him look like a Japanese tourist.

This little ladybug stood out like a sore thumb among the brown pine needles.

We finished up the weekend with a visit @ Uncle Chuck & Aunt Joyce's. Good ole' Grandma Mary!

Playing With Words

fChef Steve, one of my instructors at school, once described a dessert as being sexy. I thought that was weird.

When I made my sister's wedding cake, the two things she wanted were shells and ganache. I remember finishing the ganache and texting her the word, "luxurious!"

It is quite luxurious, don't you think? The shine, the velvety smooth texture, the melt in your mouth consistency. Who knew chocolate, cream and a dash of vanilla could be so sexy?

This One's For You

Dear Lime,

You had a hard night last night. Not sure what was going on, especially since Mommy's Magic Milk didn't even seem to do the trick. But I'm glad you picked a night where Mommy didn't have to go to work the next day.

You didn't know I did it but after hearing you cry and cry and cry (hoping you'd give in and just fall asleep), I told the monitor to shut up. It was loud and I was tired. I'm sorry.

I couldn't resist but to take a few pictures of you this morning, as you were being awfully cute and smiley.

Your smiles make Mommy & Daddy so happy. In fact, even when you don't smile, you make us happy.

Thank you for being our sweet boy.

Love,

Mama