Wednesday, June 30, 2010


My little monster turned nine months old today.

Honestly, I thought about it earlier in the week when someone asked how old she was, but it didn't cross my mind again till later this afternoon. I shed a little tear when it hit me that we only have three months till she turns one. These last few months seem to be flying by.

She is such a different baby from a few months ago.
Unless she's tired, she's always smiling.
She has a monster smile.
Still only has eight teeth.
We call her piranha.

She's a talker.
She talks nonstop.
And she's loud.
Her two words right now are da-da and ma-ma.
For the record, she said da-da first. I figured she would, so I prepared myself to not be disappointed.
She talks with her hands and its a sight to see.
It's hilarious.

Determination is her middle name.
I have never seen someone so small so determined.
If she falls, she's right back up.
If she can't figure it out, she keeps at until she does.
Giving up is not something she practices.
She'll fight till she wins.

She's still not a big eater.
Nor is she a big sleeper.
She's the queen of power naps.
She still takes 3-4 naps a day.
Each only lasting 30-45 minutes at a time.
I've come to terms that my child isn't a sleeper and most likely never will be.

She is CONSTANTLY moving.
Like her daddy, she cannot sit still to save her little life.
She is already standing up without holding on.
She won't use anything to balance, she just stands straight up in the middle of the floor.
(I haven't got a picture of it yet Mom, I'm working on it).
She can only do it for a few seconds, so we still have a ways to go before walking.

She is a water baby.
She LOVES water.
She crawls straight for the ocean when we go to the beach.
If the waves hit her in the face, she thinks its hilarious.

She's a daddy's girl.
And she's mommy's girl.
She's got her mama's attitude.
And her daddy's never give up ways.
Yet, she's got her own BIG personality.

We spent her ninth month birthday, with her and I playing on the beach. We went early before it got too hot and before the crowd came out. After we played for awhile, she was ready for a bottle, so I sat in the beach chair with her wrapped up in a towel sitting ion my lap. She had her head resting on my chest and we just sat, both of us staring at the waves. For a little while, she was quiet and still. It was the most peaceful I've felt in a long time and all I could do was thank God for this beautiful life and that moment in time. It's one of those I'll never forget and always cherish. A moment that could never be re-captivated. A perfect moment.

Monday, June 28, 2010


On Saturday morning, Nicole and I headed out to take Josie down to the beach one last time before they had to head for home. Josie had been playing contently by herself for awhile when, after watching us for days, a little girl finally came up to introduce herself to Josie. She introduced herself, informed us she was three years old, and she then started asking for our names. Nicole introduced Josie since she was being shy and then introduced herself as Josie's mom. The little girl then looked at me and then back to Josie and asked...

"Is that your grandma?"

Nicole and I were laughing so hard we were falling out of our beach chairs. The girls poor mom, who happened to be standing there, was so embarrassed. She apologized about ten times even though she didn't need to. We got a great laugh out of it and it made our morning. I'm sure we'll be laughing about that one for awhile.

Don't you just love the things that come out of kids mouths?

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Week One Ends

Well, I've got seven days down and only eleven more to go. You can feel sorry for me, I'll let you.

Today is our last day with daddy at the beach.

We're pretty sad about that.

We've enjoyed having him around the last eight days. The Pope's had to leave early to pick up their new baby (who by the way is adorable and I'm so sad I won't get to meet him for another eleven days), but David decided to not go back with them and stick around for one last day with us.

I'm so glad he did.

Poor Olivia doesn't realize she's not going to see Da-da for the next eight days. I'm thankful my family is coming up to keep her distracted.

On a completely different note, Olivia started saying da-da a few weeks ago and just started with ma-ma in the last two. I love hearing her call us. She'll stand in her pack n' play whenever she wakes up and call either of us. It melts my heart. I'm completely fascinated by the fact she'll call on just one of us. She never says ma-ma and da-da, its always just one of us. I'm assuming its whoever she wants. I'm loving this stage in her life.

Anyways....last night I went on my first official golf game. Yes, David finally talked me into it and guess what? I actually enjoyed it. I told him it had to be a short course ( a par three he called it) and I was only going for nine to start off. I didn't want to be completely traumatized my first time. It went by faster than I thought it would and I honestly wouldn't have mind playing the rest. I told him I would play the whole course with him when he comes back up in a week. I'm actually excited about it because it's an activity that we can do together now. It gives you some nice quiet time together. We had an hour of uninterrupted time together which is rare. I'm sure we'll be playing more together in the future.

I'm off to clean the house and get ready for our next set of guest, which is funny sounding since it's actually the owners (my Uncle Ron & Aunt Janie) of the beach house joining us tomorrow. I told David I felt like I'm running a bed and breakfast, minus me cooking of course, I am on vacation remember.

Have a safe trip home Daddy! We"ll miss you more than you know! We cannot wait for you to rejoin us in a week! We love you!!!

Saturday, June 26, 2010

There is hope after all....

Since the day OK was born and came out looking like her daddy, everyone says "I hope she gets her mama's skin color."

Actually, I'm pretty sure everyone started saying that before she even came out looking like her daddy.

See, David is pretty pale. I've talked before about his skin cancer scare a couple of years ago. He unfortunately is one of those people who cannot step out to walk to his truck without getting sunburnt.

Of course, it will still be a couple of years before we know for sure, but I think OK lucked out in that department. I have been putting sun screen on her, but I'm sure not like I should. But with the little bit of time she's been outside, it looks like she's getting a little bit of a color, or at least, she's not burnt is what I'm trying to get at.

There might be hope for her after all.

Friday, June 25, 2010

Life and Death

I've spent the past few days writing this post because its been something on my heart. So, if it's all over the place, bear with me.

It seems like death has been hanging around these past few weeks. No, not in the way that I know a lot of people dying or anything, but in conversations. It started a couple of weeks ago, when I got into a conversation with a friend about death. We had both lost parents when we were around the same age, but it was obviously, we had both dealt with in very different ways. I've come to learn that I have a very different view of death than most.

In the two years that I've been blogging, it's something I've never talked about, but I lost a parent when I was fourteen. He was my "other dad," Steve. He and my mom married when I was five and I loved him more than anything. Steve and I were close from the beginning and remained close till the day he died. Yes, my real dad has always been around and I have a close relationship with him and have for years, but Steve was the one I woke up to every morning and saw before bed every night. For years Steve was sick with a hereditary liver disease and after over three years of fighting, he finally received a liver transplant and was on the road to recovery. A little over a year after he received his transplant, he suddenly died on Valentine's Day from brain aneurysm. Needless, to say, I was crushed.

My mom though during the months after, she taught us that life goes on and so should we. It shocks most people when I say that Steve died on a Friday and that following Monday, my brother and I were back in school. Yes, we only missed one day of school. My mom felt like it was most important that we resume our normal everyday lives and to be around our friends/classmates, to worry about things like homework, and to not stop our lives to dwell on what had happen. To some that might sound cold or heartless, but for us it what got us through and it worked for us. And yes, it might sound cliché, but that's what Steve would have wanted us to do.

Don't misunderstand, we grieved, we cried, we had our moments of breakdown, we talked about his death on a daily basis, and we even went to counseling for it, but we weren't the type to sit and just cry about it. That is something that remains with me to this day.

Yes, when someone dies, it's sad, but I'm not the type to sit around a cry about it. Death is apart of life whether we like it or not and its something that everyone has to deal with at some point and time in their lives. My life does not stop because someone else's does. No, I do not feel this is disrespectful to those that have died. None of us know how long we have on this earth, so I refuse to stop living life because of someone else's death. Regardless of who it is. Some may say it's because you haven't lost someone close to you, but believe it or not, I've lost more close people to me than a majority of people my age. In the last 13 years, I've lost a parent who raised me, a great-grandmother who took care of us for years while Steve was sick, a uncle I've always been close to, and a another great-grandmother who was one of my favorite people in the world. Yes, I took this approach and handle their deaths all in the same way and I know in my heart, I am at peace with everyone of their deaths.

I know this past couple of weeks due to certain events, I've been questioned on how true of a friend I am, but all I can say is that those people didn't want to hear what I would have had to say to them. Due to the way I was raised to look at and deal with death, I will not and would not have sat there to hold your hand while you cried or told you what you wanted to hear. Sorry, I'm not that kind of person and I never will be. I would have told you to have a good cry, pull yourself up, and move on with life. I'm not going to baby others because of death. Yes, I know that sounds cold or heartless, but I'm sorry, I can't change the way I feel. So, unfortunately, when someone else has to deal with a death, I'm not the best person to look towards for comfort and I understand that this is hurtful to others.

This doesn't mean that I completely shove those that have passed out of my mind. In fact, I think about and still talk about Steve all the time. I'm thankful my mom remarried a man who is also a widower and we always talk about the loved ones we've lost. I tell David on a regular basis that Steve would have loved him and how I wish he could have met him. In fact, he was the last thought in my head as I walked down the aisle to marry David and one of the first thoughts in my head when they placed Olivia in my arms (she has some awesome grandpas, but he would her loved her like no other, just like he loved me). I love him still to this day and he will always have that piece of my heart.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

What I've learned so far...

We're heading into day four of our family fun vacation with the Pope's. Going on vacation together is a make it or break it in pretty much any relationship you have. If I was someone who gave premarital council to couples, I would require all engaged couples to go on a week long vacation. If you don't make it, then most likely your marriage will not survive. David's grandfather always allowed Davids mom and her two sisters take their boyfriends on vacation (with supervision of course). Yes, once, it was so bad, he bought one boyfriend a bus ticket and sent him home. They broke up shortly after the return home.

Anyways...we hang out a good bit with the Pope's in our daily life. In fact, we can pretty much tell you where to find anything in each others houses, however, being stuck in a house with each other for seven nights, is new for us. I'm happy to report that so far, everyone still seems pretty happy and we're all getting along. Nicole made some kind of comment yesterday that "Andrew wasn't going crazy yet." So I'm taking that as a good sign.

I have however learned some new things about our group the past few days...

1. Our group can down some double stuffed oreos. A entire pack gone in less than 12 hours.

2. Olivia evidently can only sleep in closets or her own room.

3. The Big Comfy couch is like crack for kids.

4. Not to go into South Myrtle Beach.

5. David and Andrew are not as "in shape" as they like to believe they are.

6. The person who gets on Josie's nerves the most is Olivia. We're starting to consider that maybe Andrew and Nicole need to wait a couple more years before they have another one.

7. We have very different standards of "fine dinning" than others.

8. We're all scared of "Bob" and would never ask him for a discount. Plus, we're still not convinced that's even his real name.

9. Our husbands are completely different men when we got out on the town.

10. Cheese Doritos make for a yummy breakfast and do not stay long in this house.

11. We love babysitters and bookstores.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Vacation Mode

Well, we're officially on vacation now. After a tough end of the week, a long trip to get here, and a rough first night with the kids, we've settled in and vacation is now in full swing.

Both Andrew and David had to work on Sunday, so we were not planning on leaving till after work, but David of course didn't get to leave when planned and we ended up leaving a lot later than we wanted. The drive up seemed liked it took forever even though we made it in normal time. Olivia actually did pretty good considering and slept for the majority of the way. She only had one 30 minute breakdown while we were trying to find an exit with somewhere to eat besides a gas station on it. After dinner, she pretty much conked out the rest of the way.

Unfortunately, when we got here just at 11:30pm, her and Josie were wide awake. We had some trouble getting them settled down that first night. I think Olivia finally stopped crying and fell asleep just before 1:30am, but they have both seemed to be pretty well adjusted by now.

I just want to say.....I Love the beach! I could live at the beach for the rest of my life and seriously be a happy girl. It's the one place that I always tell David that if work ever asks him if he wants to go somewhere near the coast, he doesn't even need to ask, just take it.

On Monday, Olivia made her first official trip to the beach. Whether she liked it or not, I'm not sure what to say. She didn't like the sand too much, but she loved the water. David only took her down there for about 40 minutes and then took her back up to the house. We've decided its too much to take a baby to the beach for a long time, especially a baby like OK who doesn't sit still. We brought along a blow up baby pool, so we've decided to keep it in the yard and let her play in that and not really take her to the beach much more. This morning, David took her to walk around the golf store (surprise there right?) while I headed out to the beach to relax for a bit.

Last night we went out to celebrate Andrew and Nicole's eight year anniversary with going to eat some "fine dinning." You can read all about that experience here on Nicole's blog. Needless to say, I'm sure we will not be going back there ever again. We ended the night with a round of putt putt at the indoor putt putt place. I can now say I've been spoiled and may never play putt putt without air condition again. I'm happy to report the girls beat the guys and I got TWO holes in one. What a way to spend your anniversary?

Today we've pretty much been lazy. It is super hot and you cannot stay at the beach too long without dying of heat stroke. We went to the beach and were back by lunch time. Everyone spent the afternoon napping or reading. Honestly, we've pretty much done nothing but be lazy the whole time. It seems this group was in major need of relaxation time.

Friday, June 18, 2010

"Welcome to 2005!"

Go have complete rights to make fun of me.

As Nicole's husband, Andrew, said "Welcome to 2005!"

We finally joined the Blackberry club. Yeah, we're about five or six (or maybe seven) years late, but we finally made it to the party!

My old phone has been on the outs for awhile now. It had gotten to the point that you couldn't talk on it anymore. You could make phone calls, but no one could hear me. For the last month, my phone calls sound pretty much like this..."I can't hear you." Yeah, it was getting pretty annoying. Yesterday, my mom finally just yelled into the phone "tell David to PLEASE get you a new phone!!!!!" Not only could no one hear me, the touch screen no longer worked, so you had to open the phone to use it. It was becoming sad and annoying. Pretty much the only way you could get ahold of me was by texting.

Yesterday we went to David's parents and Vicki loaned me her old flip phone to use till I could convince David to buy me a new one. David has been fighting with Verizon to give us a better deal for the last six months. We've been customers with them for over ten years now and our bills were getting ridiculous. He's been thinking about switching to a different carrier, but we couldn't do anything till December.

Anyways, I've been having to make do for awhile now. I was very appreciative that Vicki loaned me her old phone, but when you've spent the last two years texting on a keypad, using a regular phone is HARD! I of course spent a good majority of our date yesterday complaining about how I couldn't text. He of course spent the majority of our date laughing at my old school texting skills.

For some odd reason, David was in a pretty good mood. I'm going to chalk it up to the fact we're going on vacation in two days. He decided to take me to Verizon one last time to see what we could do. In true Mabrey fashion, we've been looking at new phones for a good year now, so we knew what we wanted to get. He didn't make any promises, but he told me if blackberry was doing a buy one get one free, he would get me one. We go in and sure enough! Thank God for Father's Day sales. It just seemed to be our lucky day, because we got the manager and explained our situation and she gave us the deal even though we didn't technically qualify for it.

And, I'm in love!

This isn't no "oh, I like my new phone" kinda love. This is full out "how did I ever live without you" love.

I now completely understand why they call it crackberry.

***On a sad note, Amy's ex-husband, Andrew, past away yesterday afternoon. After some final test, the results were not good and the family was advised to pull him from the ventilator. Please keep his family in your prayers as they start the grieving process and please say a special prayer for his son, Luke.***

Thursday, June 17, 2010

That Face

I've been noticing a trend lately...

This face is her standard now.

The arched eyebrow gets me every time. It's very Dr. Evil.

I haven't quite figured out if its a thinking face or a "really mom?" face.

Knowing Olivia Kate, I'm going with the later.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Some Mid-Week Randomness

1. We only have like 3 days left till we leave for the beach!!!! I cannot tell you how ready I am to go. These past few weeks have seemed to be crazy and I am in much need of a break. Someone asked me the other day what we had been up to and I said I honestly don't know, it's just been crazy busy, but I couldn't think of a thing we've done! Ever feel like that?

2. I want it to be known to the public, that I thought of something to get Dave for Father's Day, but of course his mind keeps revolving around golf. So I straight up asked him if he wanted me to get what I was planning or what? Of course, he said he rather save the money for a round of golf on vacation. So, let it go in the record books that I tired, but was turned down. Ten years from now, he cannot hold this against me.

3. Olivia Kate is into EVERYTHING!!!! She can pull herself up on pretty much everything, so now things that are unsafe are being moved up to higher and safer places. She (like every other kid) loves kitchen stuff to play with. I give her those glad containers and she loves to take the lids and push them around the floor. Maybe its a mommy thing, but I think its hilarious. I'm wondering if I can put some cleaner pads on the bottom so she can clean the floors while she's at it?

4. I need to get back on the weight loss program. This past few weeks I have sucked it up big time. I'm sure going on vacation for 18 days is not going to help the situation at all.

5. I'm loving Dierks Bentley's new song Up on the Ridge right now. And yes, I listen to country (someone seriously asked me that the other day). I have my entire life and I love it!

6. Dave and I are going on a day date tomorrow and he's taking me to see Shrek 4. Yeah, it's romantic isn't it. We're cool like that.

7. Speaking of country music, have you heard that new song "Praying for You"? It's hilarious and even if you don't like country, you should listen to it. Who hasn't had those thoughts before? Can you tell I'm watching CMT at the moment?

8. I'm attempting Pioneer Woman's Cinnamon Rolls today. My goal was to try it before we went to the beach. Way to wait till the last minute, right? That's how I roll.

9. Thanks for the prayers for Amy's family. Nothing has really changed and it's kinda at a wait and see at the moment. Please continue to keep them in your prayers. Either way, it's going to be a long road.

10. I only have 3 days till the beach ( & a ton to do)!!!!!!

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Prayers Needed

Our friend Amy's family is in major need of prayers. Last night her ex-husband was in a head on collision and is not doing well at all. Last night they were not expecting him to make it, but then it seemed things were looking up. I just received a phone call from Nicole that things are not looking good again and they are not expecting him to make it through the day. He is on full life support and has not woken up since the accident. Amy and her ex Andrew share a five-year old little boy named Luke, who is appeared on Nicole's and I blogs fairly often. Please pray for Andrew and his family.


Monday, June 14, 2010

The Falling of A Giant

Olivia and I headed over to visit my grandparents this morning and it just so happened they were having a pine tree by the house cut down. We didn't know we in for a morning of entertainment when we headed that way.

This was a BIG tree. I'm sure it doesn't compare to the redwoods out west, but for a pine tree, it was HUGE. They've been trying to have it cut down for awhile now, but every time someone would come out, they would give them an outrageous estimate. These guys came out, gave them a reasonable price, and got the enormous task of bringing this giant down.

Actually, it seemed like one guy got the enormous task to bring it down. The others just seemed to stand at the bottom for emotional support.

It was actually pretty neat to watch. With every limb that came down, we held our breathe hoping it didn't hit the house (especially since my great-grandfather was in it), but amazingly, they didn't even get close. These guys have got some skill that's for sure. Even Olivia sat still for a little while watching. Of course, we had to stop and smell the flowers.

It was a big tree. Have I mentioned that?

My Granddaddy.
I'm loving that hat. It reminds me of the beach.

Believe it or not, this little guy seemed to do it all. He was a one man show. He climbed the tree and cut it down. He might have been small, but the guy had some muscles.

Did you see those guns? That's what handling a chainsaw all day seems to do. Maybe I might send David out to play with the chainsaw. I think we need some trees cut down. No seriously, we do. None that big thankfully.

After about an hour and half, the giant finally fell.

And thankfully, it didn't land on anything or anyone.

I won't lie, I seriously considered asking them if they would cut a piece of the bottom off and let me take it home. Not that I would been able to get it our of the car by myself. I doubt in my lifetime, I will see a tree that big be cut down again. Plus, it just seemed so beautiful to me.

Did I mention the thing was HUGE?

Sunday, June 13, 2010

The Weekend

Thanks for all the love for the new haircut! I'm still learning how to fix it, but it's getting there. I needed a round brush, so I picked one up at Wal-mart on Saturday, and it's made a big difference. Those things are hard to use when blow drying. Maybe it's just me?

I'm sorry to say I haven't any new pictures of Olivia. I know that's the only reason why my family reads the blog. I'm going to try to do better this week, but I've got to start packing to take a baby on a 18 day trip, so I cannot make any promises.

Yes, you read me right, 18 days at the beach!!!! It's alright, you can hate me a little right now. I'll either be ready to move there for good or ready to come home by the end. This is the longest trip I've taken Olivia on, so I'm interested to see how she does. I'm 100% sure she'll be fine, we're going with my dad's side of the family and she spends a good bit of time with all them, so she should be fine. I'm more wondering how she's going to do without seeing david for eight days. David is going with us the first seven and then will be re joining us a week later.

I try not to nag him about it, but just this last week, he's finally noticed how spending "quality" time with her has affected how she acts towards him. He was always good about helping out with her, but I guess she's finally at that age were she's fun. Last week, he spent all day Wednesday and Thursday with her. He spent quality time playing and spending alot of one on one time with her. She's been all over him since. She's always been a daddy's girl and knew he was a "safe" person (meaning if mommy can't hold me, you'll do), but she was getting where even if he was in the room and I walked out, she would still start crying. Now, she practically runs to him when he walks in the door. I know it's been melting his heart. It's been melting mine. I love watching her with him.

We had a nice weekend. It was one of those with the perfect amount of relaxing time with enough stuff to do so you don't get bored. Olivia and I spent all day Friday at the Pope's pool for our inaugural swim day. Olivia loved the water and without a doubt is going to be a water baby. She wanted nothing to do with her baby pool (unless Josie was in it) and instead wanted to be in the big pool with Josie. Unfortunately, I got a little burnt, which is a rarity for me. So yes, I've been complaining to David all weekend. Being he gets burned pretty regular, he's had no sympathy for me.

And no, I did not take one picture over the weekend. Sorry.