One Wedding and a Puke Bucket

Last Friday one of my baby cousins got married. I call them all my baby cousins because I am the oldest by a good 7 years and can remember when they were all born, so they’ll always be babies in my mind. But alas, she is now 24 years old and married to a bona fide Italian who is actually from Italy. She has already seen so much more of the world than I probably ever will. {Side note: travel more.}

We packed up and drove to Huntsville, AL on Friday for the wedding, stopping in our old stomping grounds to meet my grandmother and mother-in-law for lunch since we wouldn’t have a chance to see them later in the weekend. We ate at this little place called Gus’s Hot Dogs in Irondale, AL. Zac used to eat there frequently since he worked in the same shopping center, and it was on the way and centrally located. Cole had chicken fingers and fries, nothing unusual, and everyone else had a hot dog. After lunch we headed up to Huntsville and got checked into our hotel.

After we got settled I went down to the fitness center to get in a run while the boys relaxed. Then it was time for everyone to get bathed and ready for the wedding. I was in the shower when Zac came bursting into the bathroom carrying a very upset Cole. “We can’t go to the wedding,” he said.

Then Cole puked everywhere. I jumped out of the shower to help with him, and then went into the room to get the baby out of the way. Orange vomit all over the white hotel bedding. So. Much. Puke. It was awful. And to elaborate further about the orange, Cole had eaten some cheese curls earlier in the day, some of those gross orange peanut butter crackers as an afternoon snack, and washed it down with some orange Gatorade. You can just imagine the vibrance of that technicolor yawn.

I stripped the bed so it wouldn’t seep through to the mattress and got Cole’s travel blanket out so he could lay down. He has never thrown up before and obviously did not like it one little bit. Nobody else got sick, and judging by the chills and fever, I’m assuming it was a random stomach bug and not anything he had eaten. So that’s a small blessing that nobody else got sick. But I felt so terrible for my sweet boy. He was so excited about going to the wedding and seeing our family. Just his rotten luck that he would get sick that day.

I decided that Cannon and I would go to the wedding so Cole could get some rest without being irritated by his little brother. We had a great time visiting with our family and Cannon loved all the attention he got. Of course he hammed it up for everyone! We enjoyed all the yummy desserts and punch, and I was glad to spend some one-on-one time with my sweet baby boy. He wore himself out. Our hotel was a half mile from the wedding location, and he was asleep before we turned onto the road. Cole was asleep when we got home, but my parents came up to just give him a kiss since they haven’t seen him in awhile. He woke up feeling a bit better so they stayed for a bit to visit before heading back to Birmingham.

All in all, it was an interesting and hectic weekend. I certainly didn’t expect Cole to get sick. But we tried to make the best of it since I’m sure it won’t be the last time. Kids tend to throw you for a loop when you least expect it, don’t they?

Oh well.  At least Cannon and I looked good.


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I gave birth to a tiny Robert De Niro.

My children are hilarious.

Just the things they say and do amuse me to no end.  I love watching them go about their little business.  I love watching Cole talk to his friends because he gets this look on his face while he is happily chatting about something that just owns me.  I love watching Cannon copy his big brother’s every move and try to repeat after him, garbling his words and coming up with something even more hilarious.

Like any mom, I love to take pictures of my kids.  Thank God for the iPhone, right?  It puts a decent camera in your hands at virtually all times.  I can catch them doing things in the moment that I could never stage.  I get expressions and poses that I could never get them to do again.  I can capture their personalities on the fly.  More specifically, the contrast in their personalities.

Yesterday morning I sat the boys down for a snack.  They were sitting there so sweetly, munching on Goldfish crackers and watching Sesame Street.  So I decided to take their picture.  I picked up my iPhone and told them to say “cheese!”

This is what I got.

Cole, my male Mini-Me, is sitting there so sweetly, with a little smile on his face and chipmunk cheeks stuffed with crackers.  Cannon looks at me as if to say “I’m eatin’ here!  Goldfish, Ma!  Do you see the Goldfish?!”  It works best if you read it in Robert De Niro’s voice.  Maybe Joe Pesci.  Either way, the adorableness of these two yoots is obvious.


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Ten Years Ago

Ten years ago today I graduated from college.  I was done, got my degree, ready to go out and be a big girl in the real world.  Five years of classes and SGA and tennis matches and tournaments and apartments and dorm rooms and sorority obligations and part time jobs and tests and finals and fees and costs.  It was all over.  It was a very important event.

But it wasn’t the most important thing that happened ten years ago today.

Ten years ago today, I attended a graduation party thrown by a friend in my apartment complex.  It was a big party full of mostly Pikes (Pi Kappa Alpha) and Alpha Gams (Alpha Gamma Delta, my sisters) since there were a several Alpha Gams dating Pikes at the time and they were the fun group on campus that year.  I saw this guy that I had seen around a few times but didn’t really know him.  I just knew his name was Zac and he grew up near where I did and we went to semi-rival high schools.  He was cute, but I didn’t know much about him other than that so I didn’t feel one way or the other about him.  I really just talked to him because I was hitting that chatty point in the evening and he happened to cross my path.  Innocent enough.

But a seed was planted.

Over the next few weeks, we kept finding ourselves in the same place.  The next time I saw him was a a mutual friend’s wedding.  We exchanged numbers.  He smacked my butt.  But I didn’t think anything of it.  I figured there wasn’t any way he could possibly be seriously interested in me, so I just went about my merry way.

A few weeks later, another mutual friend was in town from Chicago, so a big group of us met downtown to bar hop.  This guy was there again.  I was with my BFF at the time, and this guy’s best friend had his eye on her.  So I got wingmanned.  Zac’s friend had dispatched him to get me out of the way so he could put the moves on my friend.  Which didn’t work, by the way.  But Zac and I ended up hitting it off really well.  Or so I thought.

Radio silence for the rest of June.  Then a phone call out of the blue on Independence Day to see if I was busy and did I want to hang out with him that night.  Sure, why not, I had no plans.  We had an okay time but then I heard nothing from him until early September when I needed help picking out a new stereo system for my car.  I remembered he had some kind of fancy system in his car and worked near the Tweeter, so I called him up to see if he would help me.  He came down to the store and helped me pick out some new speakers and head unit, and then we went out to dinner.  A week later he showed up at my install to keep me company.

Then nothing for two weeks.  {Why are guys like this?  Seriously.}

A couple of weeks later, I was in my car heading downtown to go dancing with some girlfriends.  I was really early so I was going to head to a coffee shop to kill some time.  He called and asked me to meet him and some friends at a nearby country bar.  I figured why not, I had some time to kill.

And that, as they say, was history.  Our first “official” date was a week later, on October 3rd.  364 days later, we were married.  That night I got wingmanned?  My last first kiss ever. And I fully believe in divine intervention, because the night I received that phone call in late September I met another really cute guy while out with my girlfriends, and he called me up and asked me out for the next weekend.  I had already made plans with Zac, so I had to turn him down.  After that first date I was done for.  Game, set, and match.  I knew that this was the man I was going to marry.

It’s so hard to believe that ten years have passed since I decided to just go ahead and talk to that cute guy.  Best decision I ever made.


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