Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Six weeks free.

Back in January, I made a "to do" list for the New Year.

I don't call them resolutions or put pressure on myself to have them all completed, but I like having some new direction for the new year. January can be kinda dull and boring to me, so this gives me something to get thru it.

Number three on the list was to drop the coke habit.  When I say coke, I mean coke cola...aka soda or pop.  Obviously, I don't have a drug problem.

Being that I was born and raised in the city that is home of Coke, it's been around my entire life.  Coke has pretty much always been in the fridge or  at family gatherings while growing up.  Personally though, my drink of choice would always be sweet tea but I usually don't turn down coke if offered. 

After I had Olivia, I cut back on the tea and instead replaced it with diet coke.  I thought I was saving calories that way, but I know better now and know that diet coke can even be worse for you.  However, I got addicted.  I would easily have 1-2 cokes a day at minimum.  Not extreme, but I knew they weren't good for me.

My dad has been on my case for years now about the cokes.  There are only two people who I listen to when it comes to food, him and a couple friend of ours who own an organic foods store.  They are honestly the only people in my life who practice what they preach on a daily basis.  It seems these days I see so many people constantly posting about the "organic way of life," but then I run into them at a restaurant with a coke in their hand, and you lose credibility with me.  If your going to constantly post and preach about it...then live it.

These guys are the ones who I see are continuously practicing what they preach, so when my dad starts to get onto me about the cokes....I feel guilty.

Well, I wrote that list at the beginning of January and to be honest, I only lasted 13 days before I had broke down and had a coke.  It only took one and I was hooked again.  That one goal remained in my head because I had in just a matter of weeks failed at it.

Six weeks ago, was when I started having issues with my fluid.  When they asked how my water intake had been, I sheepishly answered that it had been pretty sad over the weekend.  I had way too many cokes and tea.  They both greatly outnumbered my water intake.

I'm proud to say that I haven't had a coke since that weekend.  I'm now six weeks coke free.

Coming from a chronic coke drinker, this is a big deal for me to quit cold turkey.

The last six weeks I have greatly upped my water intake and let me tell you guys...when you drink the water you are supposed to, there is such a difference.

I'm currently drinking around 96 ounces a day.  Sometimes a little more, sometimes a little less.  I have learned that the more I drink during the day, the more I crave it.  However, there have been a few nights I've go to bed and feel like I'm drowning in water, so there could be a such a thing as a little too much.

Along with the cutting out the coke, I've cut the caffeine almost completely out.  I order decaf coffee now and only get it when I have tea once or twice a week.  However, I'm not quite sure this has been such a great idea....I can be kinda witchy to be honest.  In my defense, I have a three year old that does not sleep thru the night 3/4 nights a week, so caffeine is what has been getting me thru the past three and a half years.

I'm still allowing myself a glass or two of tea when we go out to chick-fil-a.  I'm a Southern girl and could never completely give up the sweet tea.  However, I no longer make it at home because I'm the only one who drinks it and I usually end up drinking the whole gallon by myself.

But overall, I'm feeling so much better sticking with the water.  Pretty much all the benefits that you constantly hear about water are all happening for me.  Clearer skin, not hungry all the time, etc.  I can see the benefits happening.  I'm pretty sure its also what has helped keep the weight down this go round pregnancy wise.  I won't go on about why you need to, it's one of those things that we all know we need to do but also a lot easier said than done I think.

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I'll be honest that its a little hard the first week or two, but like anything else, it gets easier and now it's starting to become natural.

And yes, I stick with straight up water.   I don't use any of those water enhancers because come to find out, majority of them have aspartame in them, which kinda defeats the purpose.

My only piece of advice is to find a cup that you know you'll drink out of.  Seriously, this is a big deal.  Find one the biggest size you can that you know you'll carry around outside the house.  I have a rotation of three cups that I know I'll drink out of, that range from 20oz. to 32oz.  For me personally, I like a bigger cup because it's a lot easier to think I only need three or four of these instead of eight glasses. Also, when you get up in the morning, drink the first one as fast as you can.  The faster I get the first cup out of the way, the rest seem to go by easier.  Don't wait till two pm to down your first cup. 


So find a cup you like drinking out of and start chugging. I promise its worth it.  If a former coke addict like me can give it up, anyone can.

Monday, April 29, 2013

A quick trip.

We ran away to the beach for the weekend.

 (not sure why this one keeps showing blurry and I can't get it fixed, sorry. I've only got three pics from the whole weekend, so missing one is a big hole)

We had a three day weekend from work that we needed to use before Amelia came and you know us, we decided that the beach it would be. 

We brought the parents with us since they are our favorite vacation partners.


We camped on Jekyll Island which has one of our favorite camp grounds.  The camp ground has a bunch of old trees with moss hanging down, shady, has great bike riding, and on an island.  It's a winner in our book as far as campgrounds go. 

Jekyll is also the same island in which we got married at almost seven years ago.  This was our first time going down there since Olivia was born, so it was fun to take Olivia to see where we got married at.  We'll make sure to take another trip again to show Amelia in a few years.

We spent the weekend eating good seafood, a little bit of shopping, and just relaxing at the campsite.  Everyone else did a lot of bike riding while I pretty much took it easy and read all weekend.  Riding a street bike is not on my doctors list of acceptable pregnant lady activities, especially this late in the game.  I got an entire book read while there, so that counts as an accomplishment for me.

I tried to stay off my phone and social media so I only took three pictures the entire weekend.  Blogger fail.

However, it was nice to be disconnected for a short time and something I really need to start doing more. 


It was a quick trip, but a much needed one.

Now back to reality.

Monday, April 22, 2013

The words I've been waiting for.

Early this morning I headed out for my hopefully last specialists appointment. 

I decided to go alone because its just easier for David to stay at home with Olivia.  Taking a three year old to any kind of appointment automatically stresses me out. 

I went in dreading it.  This may sound crazy to some, but its come to a point that I hate having ultrasounds.  When it seems like all you do is get questionable news, they become not fun fast.  It was so nice to go to my 24 week checkup, just hear the heartbeat, and go home.

As I laid on the table during the ultrasound this morning, I realized that this was my seventh ultrasound in past 18 weeks.  Most pregnant women would kill to see their baby that often during pregnancy, especially when insurance is paying for it. 

I realized though that I don't even search for her face anymore during them.  Four years later, I still remember Olivia's features from her ultrasound pics.  All I wanted to see was her face so I could picture what she looked like.  I barely notice it with Amelia.  After everything the past few times, I notice I atomically search for a beating heart, I look at her spine, I look at the fluid surrounding her, I look for a full bladder, counting to make sure she has four limbs.  I guess its the things I've should've been concerned for when pregnant with Olivia.

The tech and I talked quiet a bit during the ultrasound.  I knew the immediate questions to ask and thankfully, she responded.  What is my fluid measuring? Can you see all the heart chambers (yes, I'm still asking this one)? What is her head measuring?  What does she weigh now?  Thankfully, she was answering my questions and said she felt it all looked good, but of course, the doctor has the final word.

She left me in an encouraging mood, but then I had to sit and wait for the doctor for the next 25 minutes.  The longer I sat there, the quicker my courage started to fade.  Over the last couple of months, my mother-in-law who is a twenty five year nursing veteran has been explaining to me "signs" to take from the doctors/ultrasound techs/nurses and I felt like that this was not a good sign. 

The longer I laid there, I started to pray fiercely that everything was okay.  While laying there, a song we sang in church yesterday immediately popped in my head and I seriously just started singing to myself over and over again.  In a way it became not really my prayer, but my encouragement.

I knew no matter what...it was all going to be okay.

The doctor came in and before he even got in the door, he started spitting out the answers to my questions.

Her head measurements are no longer lacking.
We once again have a clear picture of all four chambers of her heart.
Your fluid is measuring in the normal range and measuring higher than a few weeks ago.
She's no longer lacking in size and weighing in at 2lbs.

And the words I've been waiting to hear.

"I feel there is no longer any reason for you to see us again."

I seriously almost burst into tears right then and there, but this time is was tears of joy.

So, though nothing is promised till we hold her in our arms, we finally got a good report. 


Thirteen weeks to go and we'll be holding our "Melia Baby" in our arms.

Friday, April 19, 2013

No Apologies Needed

I was amazed that the comments started coming before we even knew the sex of the baby.

"I hope its a boy."

"It's a boy."

"Hopefully it's a boy so you guys can be done."

Not even five minutes after we found out that the baby was in fact a girl, one of the ladies in the doctors office actually apologized that it was a girl and not a boy.  Apologies even came from that PA that you all know by now I'm not a fan of. 

I quickly informed them both that no apologies were needed.


 We are truly ecstatic to add another baby girl to our family.  


Over the past two months, I've been apologized to more times than I care to count, that Amelia is a girl and not in fact a boy.  It's honestly started to bug me.

Why is that people feel that you have to have the boy/girl combo for a family to be complete?

I know that a lot of women long for one sex over the other, but I honestly have never found myself that way.  Not to sound like holier-than-thou, but I am honestly happy with whichever God sends our way.  My personal thoughts are that those that make such a big deal about wanting a certain sex are usually those who end up with the other. 

I think God has a sense of humor.


We honestly never thought we'd be pregnant again.  We were all shocked when we found out I was pregnant again.  I know it might be the cliche thing to say, but my only wish is that the baby is healthy.  Especially after all the scares we had in March.

I don't think one sex is any better than the other.  I think that both boys and girls have their joys and difficulties.  Each is just different.  I think you get what God wants you to have.


To be completely honest, there was a part of me that did want another baby girl.  I've always been vocal about how I wanted Olivia to have a sister.  However, I would not have shed any tears if Amelia was a boy.

Yes, she is in fact a girl.  It's been declared four times now by four different ultrasound techs, so I think it's safe to say she's 100% girl. Bring on more pink!


I just don't understand why people feel like your family isn't complete unless you have both.  Amelia hasn't even made her presence yet and I've already been asked if we are going to try for a little boy.  As of right now, we feel like our family is complete with two little girls and we're not  planning on having a third just to try for a little boy. Our feelings may change about a third down the road, but it will be because we want a third child, not because we want a little boy.  As of right now, we're happy with our two.

Yes, our lives won't be filled with baseball or football practices or super heros, but we're quite alright with princesses and tutus. 


Besides, we're having so much fun with the little ballerina that we already have, we're excited to add another.


So no apologies needed. 


Thursday, April 18, 2013

My little horticulturist.

I'm sure I have already confessed, that I do not have a green thumb. 

Silly as it may sound, I really want to be into gardening but, I still haven't found I want it bad enough to get out there and actually put some plants in the ground.  I even walk around the gardening section every time we go into a home improvement store, however, I still haven't bit the bullet.  I've decided that it means maybe in a few years it will hit me strong enough to actually do something.  There's still hope. 

However, Olivia seems to have been born with a green thumb.


For the past two years, she's been really into plants, flowers, and getting in the garden.  It something that I can tell truly interests her.  Thankfully, she has a Nana that's got a green thumb and into gardening, so she has willingly stepped up to fill that void that her Mama cannot find the motivation yet to fill.

I mentioned to Nana a month or so ago that I wanted to do a unit on flowers and would she help me out with it.  Of course, she jumped at the chance.  On Wednesday morning, she loaded us up and took us to her favorite local nursery.


As we walked around, I found myself day dreaming about the possibilities.  As usual, I didn't buy anything and allowed my MIL give me recommendations like she has every year for the past five years.  Thankfully, she hasn't given up on me yet.


We walked around for a bit while Olivia ran to pick up every flower that caught her eye.  It wasn't a shocker that her favorites were any purple flower.  Purple is the color at the moment.

Nana explained how some flowers needed shade, while others needed sun.  We also reviewed over how plants needed water to grow and the parts of the plants.  We've been working on this flower unit from 2 Teaching Mommies this week (we took the plant observation worksheet with us to the nursery).


However, we were there for more than to just look at the pretty flowers.  Our mission was to find flowers that we could plant near her playground in flower bowls (aka...pots).

After a long search for ones that would work for what we needed and not just purple, we loaded up our cart and headed to the checkout.


After a quick trip for lunch and Sam's, we came home to plant her new flowers.

It's safe to say the girl was in heaven.  She never shys away from dirt. I love how proud she was of her "flower bowls."  Anyone who was on the street in our neighborhood was invited to come back to look at her flower bowls. 

I think I might have a horticulturalist on my hands.
 

For the locals: Wilson Brothers Nursery

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Wednesday...already?

Sorry, it's been a busy week.  I got that phone call this morning..."you still alive?"

I'm happy to say that I'm still here and doing well, we've just been busy and the week has been getting away from me.

Monday night was this months bookclub.  For those who like to keep up, we read Defending Jacob by William Landay.  I guess you would put it in the murder/suspense/mystery kind of genera.  I was the only one who didn't like it, but those types of books/movies/tv shows aren't my cup of tea and something that I have never gotten into.  However, the book lead to a good discussion....a "how far would you go for your child?" type.  If you are into those types of stories, I would highly recommend it.


On Monday afternoon, I accidentally tore a contact lens and horror of all horrors, it was my last pair.  I couldn't get an appointment with the eye dr. till the following afternoon.  For the first time in 12 years, I had to wear my glasses outside of the house and in public.  I was bummed.  Thankfully all the ladies at bookclub tried to pump me up and tell me how they liked them, but still....wearing my glasses is my one thing that I still feel self conscious about, even at thirty.  Even though I have cute, stylish frames, I still have a hard time wearing them in public.  I think its because my lens are still so thick (even after springing for the special thin lens) that they constantly feel like they are falling off my face.  I just hate having something on my face all the time.  Thankfully, the eye dr. squeezed me in on Tuesday afternoon and I'm back in my good ol' contacts. 


I've been asked a lot lately how Amelia and I are doing these days.  I didn't post it on here, but praise Jesus, we had a normal appointment last week and we got an "all good. We'll see you in a month."  It was such a relief to walk out of a doctors office not in tears for once.  For the record, I did see an actual doctor this time, so I think that made the world of difference.  I have a feeling that a lot of the stuff from last month was more due to a dramatic PA.  I have told them at the front desk that I do not want to see that PA again.  Yes, a little harsh, but I only want to see a real doctor. No offense to anyone, but we pay a huge chunk of money each month for health insurance and if I'm paying, I want to see a real doctor.  I still have one more appointment with the specialist next week,  I'm praying hard that this will be my last with them and I will be let go.  Overall, I'm feeling great still and going by her kicks and movement, Amelia Baby (Olivia's nickname) is growing stronger by the week. 


 Needless to say, the tragic events in Boston on Monday have definitely left me a little shook up this week.  Though anytime anything tragic like this happens, this tragedy has hit a little close to home for me personally. 

Most of Monday afternoon and evening, I kinda walked around stunned and in a daze.  Like anytime something like this happens, I was asking myself how someone could do something like this??? I know this is something that majority of us will never ever understand. 

Just last fall, I competed and finished my first big race.  My family, my husband and my baby girl, two that are my world, stood at a very similar finish line cheering me on for my accomplishment and my months of hard work. It's so easy to put your mind in that "what if?" state.

By Monday evening, I couldn't watch anymore of the news or listen to it.  It was just too hard to hear anymore.  By the time I went to bed Monday night, I honestly felt defeated.  How can something as rewarding as running a big race, now be something so scary?  One thing that gives me personally (and so many others) so much joy in life, is now something you have to think is it worth risking your life or your families? 

Tuesday, I woke up knowing that we cannot live in fear.  Will a tragic event like this keep me away from the finish line?  No. Just like how I still get on planes or go to the movie theater, I will keep crossing those finish lines. Will the memory of the events in Boston go away? Never, but the accomplishment that comes from crossing that finish line is too much to give up due to fear. Though personally I have never had dreams of Boston, I do have dreams of other big races and I'm not quite ready to give up on those just yet.  Though no matter what race I run, those in Boston will always cross my mind when I cross that finish line.



We're off to the strawberry patch!

Hope everyone is having a great Wednesday! : )

Friday, April 12, 2013

Life on the Farm.

Yesterday we headed up to the Atlanta History Center to get a taste of life on the farm in the 1800's. 

 Believe it or not, the shirts on the girls was not planned.  


 And to keep things real...

She was upset that we wouldn't allow her in the Pope family picture and obviously she wasn't thrilled to be in one with her momma.  I couldn't stop laughing at the fact she was so upset to be in a picture with me.  So much for embracing the camera.

The field-trip was a success and the kids had a great time getting to participate in the activities.  The History Center will definitely be added to our favorites list when it comes to Field-trips.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

In the mood.

I've been in a total reading mood these past few weeks.  I find that every chance I get I've got a book in my hand and I've only watched about two hours of tv in the past three weeks (go me!).   I only get in these moods a couple of times of year, so I try to soak them up when they hit.  I wish I was one of those people who stayed in this mood all the time, but I doubt I ever will be.  As much as I love to read, some days I just don't feel like picking up a book.

I think a lot of my reading mood is due to the fact that I feel like I'm on a time line reading wise this year.  I know I won't have as much time when the baby comes, so I'm cramming in as much as I can by July.  I looked back in my reading journal the other day and saw I picked my reading back up only four months after Olivia was born, so that was a little encouraging.

Here's what I've got my nose in these days....


Team of Rivals- I've been reading this one since the last week of December and I still have a long way to go.  I only pick it up a couple of times a week and read about twenty five pages at a time.  Yes, it's pretty much like reading a history book, but Abraham Lincoln is someone who I'm always interested in.  I think because we usually put him on such a pedestal, but at the same time, there are so many questions surrounding who he really was.  If I could ever invite one person to dinner dead or alive, he would be my first pick.  I have always thought he was a person with an interesting life.  At the rate I'm going though, I probably won't have this one done till Amelia is three.  Oh well, it's a challenge.
In the Garden of Beast- We always joke in our bookclub that we love some WWII novels....okay, maybe it really isn't that much of a joke.  We've read more books that surround the WWII time period than probably any others.  I was a fan of  the author's Devil in the White City, so I picked this one up a few months ago.  I'm about half way thru and so far enjoying it.  The story is based on the perspective of Americans living in Germany during Hitler's rein and its been interesting reading about WWII again but thru a different perspective. 

Anna Karenina- I've suddenly become obsessed with reading the classics. For some reason, I feel like I must read them.  I've just started this one in the last week and only a few chapters in.  The chapters are short and quick to read, so I feel like I get a lot of reading in a short period of time.  Though I haven't gotten used to the names yet and sometimes have to go back to figure out who's who at times.

Oregon Country (on the Kindle)- I found this one in the cheap section of kindle books. David and I got into a random conversation a few weeks ago about how hard it must have been to pack up your life and move out west knowing you'd most likely never see your family ever again.  I happened to stumble across this one only a few days after that conversation, so I was intrigued.  It's the story of a 26 year old woman Abby, who after tragedy strikes in her life, packs up and travels west to Organ in 1843.  The author has done a lot of research it seems on what life was like on the trail and is very detailed on the everyday issues they struggled with.  I'm about halfway thru and though getting a tad bit bored with the everyday trail life, I'm eager to finish to find out what happens to Abby the main character.

Yes, I've become a multiple book reader these days.  I usually always have at least two books at the same time going.  This is something new to me in the past year or so.  I used to always be a one book at a time reader because I used to feel like I could only keep up with one storyline at a time, but these days multiples don't bother me.  Maybe it's motherhood?

 A couple of good ones lately....

The Dovekeepers-  I read this one March and loved it.  It was something new to me because I've never read a fictional story set in Ancient times before.  The way the story weaved the lives of the characters together was memorizing to me.  It truly took me the whole book to get what was happening and the point of the story.  I love books that do that.  It seems like most stories you can figure out the end at halfway thru, however, this one keep me guessing till the end.

State of Wonder- I enjoyed this one too.  My mother-in-law (who works in the medical field) and I have often before gotten in the conversation of  "just because we can, should we?"  This story follows a medical researcher to the Amazon jungle in search of a missing fellow researcher.  During her journey thru the jungle, she too also starts to ask herself this same question and makes some startling realizations about herself and her chosen field.

Anyone reading anything good lately?

Friday, April 5, 2013

Surviving.

Have you ever had one of those weeks that was "if I can just get thru this week.." kind of weeks?


This week would be one of those for me.

I've got about 36 hours to go on this one and I'm praying we survive.

I've known for some time now that this week was heading my way and I've been trying to prep for it, but it has seemed to do no good and this week has turned into a bust.

David left in the wee hours of Tuesday morning to head out of town for a few days for work, while Olivia and I were left behind.  He's started to travel a lot since his last promotion and will be traveling on a more regular basis in the future.  These trips seem to go either way for Olivia and I.  Either we have the best week ever or the week from hell.  The last two trips were best week ever ones for us, so you can just assume where I'm going with this. 

Things started out well enough and we actually had a pretty good day on Tuesday.  The weather was perfect and we spent all day outside on her new "playground"  that was bought and put together over the weekend.  Wednesday was the highlight of our week when my friend Alison and her two kids came over to play.  Our kids play together great and we have plenty of time to catch up on stories that are too long to text to each other (that's our main mode of communication).  Ironically, we barely talked about running.


Even though we had two good days in a row, it was all building up.  Olivia had an attitude that was lurking in the background and I could just feel all week it was all about to blow.  I held my ground for the first couple of days, but by Thursday, I was over it.  I've come to realize that holidays do her in and it takes her a few days to get it out of her system, except for Christmas, it takes about two weeks.

Oh, and I should probably add that I've come down with a cold and been slowly getting sicker all week.  It was in full force by Thursday.  Haven't been sick once all fall and winter and of course, I'd get sick on this particular week.
 
At one point on Thursday afternoon, her and I were both in tears.  She was crying that she "just wants her daddy" and I was crying "me too."   It's amazing what his presence for a few hours after work each night make in our days. 

Let's just say I was not the mom I want to be yesterday.

To make matters worse, when David walked into the dance studio waiting room yesterday evening, I burst into tears right there in front of all the other parents all while telling him how rough our day had been.  Thankfully, I'm noticeably pregnant these days because I'm sure they just felt sorry for me instead of thinking I was just crazy.

I did find some comfort in the fact that my child acted like a total fool for her daddy right before bedtime last night.  He asked her to do something and she chunked a sippy cup full of water across the room and then proceeded to throw a fit like no other. I almost laughed at that point because it just went to show, it obviously wasn't just me.  I even text a friend saying it was the highlight of my day.  Sad, isn't it?

Some weeks, you just can't win.


However, it's Friday and the weather this weekend is supposed to be gorgeous.  I'm taking that as a sign of good things to come...let's hope its new attitudes.

Happy Friday! : )


Tuesday, April 2, 2013

First Day: April 2013

Yesterday was a good day.

The weather was perfect Spring weather, we spent the day as a family, and got to sneak in a impromptu dinner date.  We even sat in a two person booth and laughed about we couldn't remember the last time we had sat at a table just for two.  Oh, how things change when you have kids....for the better, of course!

I think on the way home from our date, David told me at least three times how it was "just a good day" and I would totally have to agree.

1. We got to sleep in. 
2. We had the whole playground to ourselves.
3. Chick-fil-a is always a good way to start the day.  
4. A little bit of blogging.

1. Cuddling on the couch watching a movie. 
 2.  Leftovers for lunch.
3.  A new puzzle. 
 4.  Pretending we're in a car on our way to the beach. 

1. Having a picnic. 
2. Pregnant lady walking.
3. Perfect skies.  
4. Decorating the playhouse.

1. Spring in Georgia.  
 2. Pulling the pregnancy card. 
3. A quick drive. 
4. A date is not complete without a trip to the bookstore. 

(We only let her "drive" one house down to her grandparents.  We're in a closed neighborhood and a cul-de-sac.  Obviously, she is buckled up in her carseat at all other times.  This is a huge simple joy for her that is a occasional treat and it's her and her daddy's "thing." No hate comments please.)

Time to link up with Nicole:



Monday, April 1, 2013

Like you didn't see this one coming...

I guess this is my obigorlaty after Easter post. 

I'm sorry to inform y'all that it's lacking in excitement.

As usual, I did not get many pics.  I hadn't slept the night before (or Friday night, but who's keeping track?) and add in that it was a long and busy day for us, I was not in picture mode at all during the day.  In fact, I was just kinda "there" all day.  So y'all are stuck with the one and only picture I did take, which has already been posted on social media.  My apologies. 


We started our Easter with early service at church.  I had to have us both up and out of the house by 8:30, which is a big deal for us, so we were to rushed before hand to snap a picture.  I made her stand with her stuff after church for the obligatory Easter morning pic.  At three she was already giving me that "you are crazy" look for making her do it.  This was the best smile I could get out of her.  

Church had a great service and music, which I guess is expected on Easter, right?  We headed home for a minute afterwards to finish off a few last minute lunch things and then headed to my Aunt and Uncle's to celebrate with my Dad's side.   

The funny moment of celebrating with my side of the family came when Olivia asked right before the prayer "who's birthday is it?"  We explained it was for Easter, but I think the fact we normally all get together to eat at birthdays, it had her a little confused.  When we pulled out the cakes for dessert, she was once again asking "who's birthday is it again?"  We went over the Easter story for the thousandth time by then.  

After lunch with my family, we headed back towards our way and stopped by David's parents to celebrate with his side of the family.  By the time Olivia and I made it, we had missed lunch and most of the festivities, but we did make it just in time for the Easter egg hunt.  I did not get a picture (because by this time of day I was just trying to hold my eyes open), but Olivia would pick up an egg, shake it, and if was empty, throw it back on the ground.  She was putting true meaning to the statement "Ain't nobody got time for that!"

We wrapped our Easter day by being home and all in bed by 8pm.  I crashed by 8:30 David says. 

I told you it was full of excitement.

Hope everyone had a wonderful Easter!!! : )