Sometimes all you need to turn it around are the reassuring words of a good friend, and a little everyday beauty.
They always help~especially if one of them has pancakes...some of which may or may not have had melted Reeces peanut butter cup pieces in them.
Today I'm very thankful for the ear that offered itself, and the plate that held some really delicious comfort food. For different reasons they both helped me get through a mid-week slump. And now, things are definitely starting to look up!
Y'all do know about their new cookbook coming out on August 21st, don't you?
Take a look won't you, and tell me you're not a click away from pre-ordering your copy from Amazon right this minute. Because I know this girl is.
Southern Living's Official SEC Cookbook? Heck, yes, I'll take one!
With Twitter all a-flutter with SEC discussion and football fashion jumping off the pages of Pinterest, there aren't many people out there not clamoring for football season to begin. Thank goodness it's just around the corner!
This cookbook isn't helping my patience, but it's going to be a treat to turn the pages when it arrives on our doorstep. We may even have to test out a few of the recipe's just to get ready for our Rebel season.
And considering Ole Miss *is* most known for their pretty girls, elegant tailgating traditions, and festive food fare, I cannot wait to see how my alma mater is represented! Can I get a rousing Hotty Toddy from my fellow Rebels out there?
A fabulous Wednesday to you all, and may the football season hurry up and arrive!
He was the first one to see her.
He was the first one to run up and hug her.
Needless to say, the return of our sweet girl has kept the scallywag attatched to her side (and she's not complaining!).
It's so good to have Eldest home! Hearing her voice in the halls, seeing her smile...It makes our hearts alight with happiness. She sent a few pictures while she was in New Orleans and with her permission, I'll share them later this week. I'm going to see if you can catch the theme.
It's a very Happy Monday here~a wonderful one to you all as well.
Because sometimes it must be done.
When Husband surprised us with Crumb's cupcakes last night, it was past the time to eat any sugar, but someone with his sharp brown eyes spied them on the counter this morning.
After a moment of debate I thought to myself, why not? We've never done it before~let's have some fun!
And fun was definitely had by all!
I took it one step further, though, figuring since we were already breaking the rules, why not make this cupcape breakfast an experience? Out came the pretty dishes, the pressed linens, the polished silver forks. And if they were here instead of Oxford, I would have most certainly poured the juice into our Waterford stems.
Regardless, it was a delicious break from our normal morning meal, and one we'll have to repeat with Eldest.
I'm not advocating that anyone eat like this often. As I said, we've never done it before. But if you have children, sometimes it's nice to break from your normal routine and do something decadent and fun. Unexpected. You'll be surprised by how much everyone will enjoy it~not to mention how these frivolous moments will most certainly make your spirit feel lighter.
I'll say this for our sweet breakfast: dining on cupcakes has never been quite so elegant!
Happy Friday the 13th, all!
I often speak about the scallywag and how silly, stubborn, and sweet he is. But never before has a picture captured his personality so perfectly...until now.
It's funny how a trip to our local yogurt shop brought out this expression.
The eyes, the smile, the tilt of his head~each little motion captured with my iPhone nailed who he is . It includes equal parts mischeif and challenge with dashes of directness and knowing.
I almost feel as if he should be asking for "one meeeellion dollars" with a raised pinkie. But until he adopts a hairless cat and addresses him as Mr. Bigglesworth, we're not going to worry.
His mischeif, as of now, is very well managed.
A lovely day to you all...
Whenever one of my children is sick or hurt I turn into "That Parent".
You know the one. You may even be one.
"That Parent" is the mother or father who changes from the loving authority figure into a magical genie who bends over backwards to grant wishes all in the name of comfort.
If this means turning your four year old's soccer goal into a tent so he can continue in his indoor camping phase and do so comfortably, then you may be "That Parent".
If this means reading the same story over and over again so your child can sleep better, then you may be "That Parent".
If this means letting your child eat two mini cupcakes with his lunch instead of one because you need to apply their medicine after they're done, then you may be "That Parent".
If this means you let your child fall asleep in bed with you that night because they need to feel comforted, then you may be "That Parent".
I'm a-okay with coddling my children when they're not well, or in the scallywag's case, resembling a patchwork quilt. Extra hugs, lots of snuggles, chocolate kisses, and the brightest smile in the world as a show of appreciation...
In what reality are these bad things?
My name is Elizabeth Quon, and I am delighted to be "That Parent".
Good morning all and Happy July 5th!
I hope you all had a wonderful time celebrating America yesterday. As both Eldest and Husband were away our 4th was a tad unconventional, but since the scallywag earned some new stars and stripes of boyhood in the form of scrapes and bruises, it was a very typical holiday.
Our friends asked us to a local park for a Fourth of July pancake breakfast and parade~two things I knew my son would be into. It sounded like a lot of fun, and jumping right in, we accepted the invitation and decided to enjoy our morning in traditional 4th fashion.
I'm very glad we did. Other than a minor incident, it was wonderful!
Between the rousing music celebrating our nation, the friendly and laughter-filled conversation, and the delicious morning meal, our day was off to a great start.
The scallywag and his good friend, Aaron, had fun running around after their breakfasts, and while others began preparations for the parade, we quickly moved to one of the playgrounds with Aaron's older siblings.
They're such sweet children. We're really happy that Eldest and the scallywag have found such great people as friends.
There was a rather large hiccup (aka the earning of more boyhood stripes) when a 9 year old built like a linebacker decided to jump on one of the play suspension bridges. He did it rather violently, and as my little guy was trying to cross it, he was knocked around pretty badly. He was hurt and scared, though he quickly bounced back after I cleaned him up.
My son is one tough little guy.
Lord, he looked rough. My heart hurt when I looked at him, and then and there we almost left. When your child takes blows to the head and face, you tend to really worry. But he was having a blast, and there was still a parade he wanted to be a part of. Not to mention he was okay. He looked as if he'd gone a few rounds with a bobcat and lost, but he really was okay.
Once the other boys and girls began rallying to the center of the park, our spirits quickly lifted. Soon children were riding decorated bikes or sitting in wagons as we wove around the park. Stars and stripes were everywhere~as were the smiles.
Adults and children alike walked and cheered. The scallywag and Aaron eventually jumped out of their wagon, tiring of the ride, and held my hands. They took turns holding their American flag, waving as they marched along. It was good patriotic fun.
Of course the merriment wasn't quite over! Children played after the parade while parents chatted, watching a hilarious water-ballooon sling-shot war erupt between two groups of friends. Men, it seems, really enjoy their water balloon warfare . There was raucous laughter, wild cheering, and not one person walked away dry. There were also many "Atta boy"'s. It was completely worth seeing, though, and a nice way to top off our morning.
The scallywag was properly hosed down when we arrived home. Cleaned up, lathered with polysporin, and sleepy, I can attest that he was almost asleep before he hit the pillow.
It was a sure sign of a very good morning~even with the scrapes and bruises.
This morning we're taking it easy~the little guy's face is a bit sore~but we may hit the water park later this afternoon. As long as he's up for it and he feels all right, I'll take my little one where he wants to go.
Have a happy Thursday, friends! I'll see y'all soon.
Because nothing says "It's okay to miss your sister because we do, too, but here is delicious breakfast to help get you through the morning" like mini-cinnamon rolls.
In the words of a very wise elder sister, "They're delicious, delectable, and deliiiiiightful."
We're so glad you're having a blast in New Orleans, sweet girl! Enjoy every moment and know when you return, your little brother isn't going to let you out of his sight for a single minute. Quite possibly for the rest of your life.
Happy Monday all!
