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Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Some of My Favorite Things...

I'm feeling rather euphoric for some reason. I believe this calls for a post on favorite things... Here are some that come to mind - thinking about these things makes my heart smile.

Hope you enjoy them.


- A newly clean-shaven husband (it reminds me of our wedding day...)

- Baby dimples

- Green lights. They mean go. :)

- A quiet house

- Long sleeves on a brisk fall day

- Discovering a new blog

- Watching Cillian explore something new

- Striking color combinations

- Clear skin

- Sitting down to a dinner cooked by my husband

- Feeling Jameson kick

- Crafting :)

- Seeing Cillian's excited little face when he hears an airplane

- An organized purse

- Reading Harry Potter to Caleb (just finished book 6!)

- Looking through old pictures and reading old letters

- The voice of Josh Groban

- A stylish new outfit

- Playing word games

- Surprises

- PEACHES

- Not dropping things on the floor (as in, I HATE bending down and picking up something I've unnecessarily or clumsily dropped.)

- Practicing new piano compositions

- Receiving personal mail

- Snuggling

- Good deals and sales

- Climbing into bed before 11 PM



I could think of many more, but I'll leave it at that. :) For now, those are my favorite things of today. I'd love to hear some of yours.


Here's the Quote of the Day:

"Happiness does not depend on outward things, but on the way we see them."

~ Leo Tolstoy

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Birthday Weekend

I am now twenty two years old, two years and two months married, and thirty-two weeks pregnant while chasing around an exploring 15-month old.

I love it.

Though I'm feeling like a house - a house dragged along on wheels, since I have to keep up with Cillian's quick, chubby little legs - I am more than ready to have another baby boy around. But even though the enormous feeling that comes with being this pregnant is there, I am trying to savor these last few weeks I have, feeling Jameson's kicks and squirms inside me, uncomfortable though they are quickly becoming.

Honestly, I will be surprised if Jameson comes out smaller than Cillian was - this child feels huge! And he is certainly stronger and more active than Cillian was at this point, and Cillian hardly gave me a rest. I love feeling all this kicking though, as if Jamie is already trying to compete with Cillian for my attention. I have a hunch that he's going to give Cillian a run for his money as soon as he comes out.

This weekend was quite a fun one, beginning with a drive to Cincinnati to celebrate my birthday with my family and dear auntie, then home for Sunday and part of Monday. Mom Wilson came in the afternoon to pick Cillian up so Caleb and I could drive to Batesville for our overnight getaway at Stonebridge Inn and Spa! It is our favorite place to relax.... I cannot stress how beautiful and quaint this place is. If you wish to see for yourself, here is a link to their website.

http://stonebridgeinnandspa.com/

The hospitality, the rooms, the house, the view, the atmosphere, the spa, the staff.... it's all the epitome of perfection, in my opinion! Caleb and I both had massages on Tuesday, which were heavenly... it was a wonderful birthday.

Today is a catch-up/recovery day. I'm working through a small mountain of laundry, writing some thank-you notes, and straightening the house a tad bit, whilst enjoying a quiet day with my little buddy. Maybe we'll go take a walk later. It's supposed to be nice and cool out today.

Speaking of said buddy... I can hear him waking up from his nap. Just talking softly to himself. He's usually so sweet and cuddly when he wakes up from a nap.

I can't stand it. I must go get him. Writing will have to wait. So for now, this will have to do!


Here is the Quote of the Day:

"Whatever you may be seeking, seek it with all your strength, but do not expect your own search and efforts to bear fruit of themselves. Put your trust in the Lord, ascribing nothing to yourself, and He will give you your heart's desire."

~ St. Theophan the Recluse