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Rollie’s Fifth Birthday

Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008

So, I already did the sappy letter post, but here’s the fun stuff! We had Rollie’s party at the pool. Not a lot of folks could make it, since it was a holiday weekend, but we had fun anyway!

Lightning McQueen cake, which had to be fixed when they put “Happy Birthday, Bollie” on it.



The boy eating cake.

Aunt Lisa and Baby Dash

The Chef and Chef Senior (a.k.a. My Favorite Father-in-law)

Paul, Rollie, Tills, and Gabriel


Virginia chats with Harmony and Paul, which Chase hangs.


Grandma tries to hog Luci during my Luci time.


Tiller and Rollie

Me and Luci


Me and Mama

Birthday boy in the pool, looking happy.

Me and Tills in the pool.


Happy birthday, buddy. We love you!

Daily Dash

Tuesday, August 26th, 2008

I feel pretty lucky to live so close to the Little Man, Dashiell. He and Lisa visited yesterday and i took a couple of decent shots of Dash and Tills together. (You try getting a 2 year-old to hold a newborn, and for both of them to look remotely close to the camera without someone’s head getting dented!) Please note how much Dash is starting to look like Uncle Mark, down to the ugly orange outfit.



Actual Pictures of Me That I Don’t Hate

Monday, August 25th, 2008

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Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl.

Here is one. There are not many.

I like that I am wearing one of my favorite hats from high school. It makes me sad that I didn’t keep my hat collection, although Todd is very thankful that I didn’t, and they were great hats, but not worth losing a marriage over. Woulda made a good dressup trunk for Tiller, though. That is Pop, over there on the left. Same old outfit as always; Heavy plaid workshirt (this was obviously Christmas, but he wore the same thing in summer, working in 80 and 90 degree weather) and “dungarees.” I just love that word. I love that he still says “dungarees” and “brogans,” and “aught” for zero. This is at the old house in Roswell. Check out that bigass tv! And the radio on top. Lisa’s pink one from the 80s – there was some serious Flashdance dancing done on the parquet hallway floor to that radio. Lots of Pretty in Pink soundtrack, U2, Depeche Mode, and Violent Femmes played on it too, as I remember. That clock on the mantel is on my mantel now, and i have been meaning to post a little something about how I learned to work an 8-day wound clock. Lost art.

What I like most about this picture is that I look really happy. I think it was Christmas of my Junior or Senior year. Probably senior. I look like I was ready to take on the world. I think i was ready to take on the world.

I’m a Slacker

Wednesday, July 16th, 2008

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Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl.

I have really neglected old Dogwood Girl this week. I guess getting ready to go to the beach and trying to get all my workouts in, while doing laundry, and being a singlish mom (what i call myself when Todd has a busy shoot week) has put DG on the back burner. Sad, because i had lots of ideas and thoughts i wanted to get down.

Anyway, this photo doesn’t take much explanation, but it is a significant milestone.

Anyone who is a parent can identify with the horrible feeling of trying to watch young kids around water. It is kind of like constantly having lost your keys or purse. You feel slightly naked or vulnerable, and you have a little panicky feeling scanning the area to keep tabs on both children.

Or maybe that’s just me.

So, when we are at the Lake, the kids have to wear their life jackets whenever they are near the water, on the dock, in the boat, etc. But this past 4th of July weekend, the water was low enough for both kids to stand on the bottom near the seawall. (Our lake level, unlike many in GA, has not been affected by the drought.) That means that, with their life jackets on, and their feet on the bottom, Todd and I could SIT ON THE DOCK AND WATCH THEM SWIM.

This may not seem like much, but you try to relax and drink a beer, while standing in lake water with two kids arms clinging tightly around your neck. Normally, one of us has to be in the water to drag their butts back when they start flowing downriver.

It was like glimpsing a bright, sunny, relaxing future. My future. With children who can stand up on their own.

On another note, this is also one of very few pictures where both kids are a) looking at the camera and b) smiling, rather than trying to beat the shit out of each other.

Okay, maybe this photo did require some explanation.

Roller Coaster

Tuesday, July 8th, 2008

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Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl

This kind of cracks me up. What a wild ride! Tiller and my favorite father-in-law in the front car, with Rollie pulling up the rear (that’s where you get the most Gs, you know?)

Kind of sad that I missed my kids’ first roller coaster ride, but I did have to be around for my little nephew to come into the world.

Tiller Loves Lisa

Wednesday, July 2nd, 2008

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Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl

Since Tiller and Rollie can’t see their new cousin for a few weeks, and Lisa bought Tiller this outfit before having the baby, Tiller felt that she needed to say thank you to Lisa through video.

Lisa, she flipped when she saw the new Hello kitty shirt. She loves it.

Also, it didn’t come up in the video, but Tiller and Rollie are completely ignoring the fact that Mark and Lisa named the baby Dash; He will always and forever be what they wanted to name him: “Monster Truck.”

As in, “Did Lisa have Monster Truck yet?” That just cracks me up.

Dash

Saturday, June 28th, 2008

The only picture my stingy, sleep-deprived brother-in-law deigned to send to me. He is cute, but one picture does not do justice to the majesty* of my new nephew. This will have to suffice for the time being.

*All newborns look like alien worm beings.

Stream of Consciousness Post

Friday, June 27th, 2008

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Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl.

This is one of my ultimate favorite pics of the boy. I think this was probably around Memorial Day or 4th of July at the Lake. (Note old boathouse – Outta there!) I guess he was about 10 months or so.

Damn, he had some serious rubber banding (rubber banding is the term used to describe fat rolls so deep that it looks like you put a tight rubber band on the kids arm) going on. Here’s to his new cousin Dash carrying on the fatness tradition. Nothing worse than a skinny ass baby. I like’em fat!

He’s sitting with Aunt Lisa. I love how he has a little hawk going on, and the Idol sneer. Lisa looks like she is just trying not to get sunburned and crack under the weight of him sitting in her lap.

That shirt she is wearing was hers in high school and then I stole it, because it was soft and awesome and I worked out in it. Then, I was wearing it coming back from Brant’s wedding two weeks after my own wedding, and Todd and I were hit by a drunk driver and my face got all broken and there was blood all over the shirt and everything else. And then we just washed it and I still wore it, even with blood stains, which, let’s face it, is completely tough.

Not sure why Lisa is wearing it, though, as she does nothing but ridicule me for my inability to throw out any piece of clothing, no matter how completely and totally fucked it is.

Walter, Jr. here. Or Lena Mae, if you prefer.

Love me some fat Rollie.

Might have to go find a pic of my face after aforementioned car wreck. Talk about tough-looking.

Happy 39th!

Saturday, June 21st, 2008

Receiving Line, 1969
Happy anniversary to my parents, who have been married 39 years. The longer I am married, the more I realize how impressive my parents’ marriage is and how much they have put into their life together.

I love you both very much!

Virginia and Cecil

Old Photo Day

Thursday, May 29th, 2008

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Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl.

In case you haven’t noticed, I heart old photos. This is one that I found in my mom’s family photos. Based on the photos it was found with, I’m pretty sure it is a picture of one or more of the Stevens family. Frankly, it really bums me out that I don’t know who it is, because I love their faces and the fact that they aren’t all posed like people usually are in pictures from this era. I love the casual look of the subjects, like they’re just out loping the roads on a Saturday afternoon. I love that the young kid (boy? girl?) is in the driver’s seat. I love that the woman in the middle is obviously the matriarch of the family, lording over the others with her beads and her hat. I like that dark-haired woman in the back, looking out of the corner of her eye, and looking like the wicked witch of the west. I wonder what kind of car it is. Mostly, I wonder if one of them is my Grandma Vivian’s mother, who grew up near Sanford, NC, and died when grandma was just a teenager in Slidell, LA. And I wonder who the rest of them are, and if they were as fun as my Grandma and Aunt Dot.

Most of all, I wish Grandma was sitting here next to me, drink in one hand, cigarette in the other, to look over my shoulder, tell me who they all are, and then tell me a gut-busting story about one of them.