Pool Party

Yesterday, Rollie, Matilda, and I journeyed up to North Georgia (okay, Alpharetta) to go swimming at Dusty and Tara’s neighborhood pool. Tara and Natalie, fearless moms Matilda shows concern at poolTara and Kim seek shadeAnna BobannaJulianne – Pretty girl’s eyesMy four sorry attempts at getting a shot of the older kids; Just like herding cats.(From left: Rollie, Beau, Carmella, Chase,… Read more →

Rollieism, Part II

Overheard today, near the child’s potty in our downstairs bathroom: Me: “Rollie, do you need to go potty?”Rollie: “Yes.”[Takes excruciatingly long time to pull down pants and pullups. Sits down on potty.]Me: “Are you peeing or pooping?”Rollie: “Peeing. The poop is sleeping in my butt.”Me: “Ah. I see.” Thanks to Aunt Lisa, by the way, for teaching him to say… Read more →


Rollie has been saying some really funny stuff lately. A few gems: Me: “Rollie, do you want to go swimming at Aunt Lisa’s today?”Rollie: “No.”Me: “Why not?”Rollie: “Lisa drinks.*”*Rollie is not very observant of his surroundings, or he would realize that Mama and Dada drink way more than Aunt Lisa does. Me: “Rollie, what is your sister’s name?”Rollie: “Tilda.”Me: “What… Read more →


The discomfort of pregnancy, two months of nausea, the pain of labor. The sleepless nights, and the constant crying and whining. Scaring the bejeesus out of me by coming down with RSV at eight weeks old. The pinching and hair-pulling and scratching. (Must you be so quintessentially girl?) The near-constant smothering need to be held by someone, preferably me. A… Read more →

My Day

Really didn’t get off to a good start. It is always difficult to get up early and get two kids fed, dressed, shoed, and into the car before 7:30 a.m. Usually, however, the stress of it all can be overcome by an otherwise enjoyable outing, and the day can be salvaged. But there is just not a good way to… Read more →

Weekend in Carolina

I drove up to Charlotte to meet my friend Laura, then the two of us headed over to Winston-Salem to stay with Honey, Slade, and Honey’s Mom, Bonnie, a.k.a. BonBon. We spent Saturday surveying James and Dana’s new compound (including deer stand and four-wheeler). I’m exhausted, so without further ado, here are some pics. Honey and Laura Honey’s Bitchin’ Jukebox… Read more →

Rollie and Owen Wilson

In the mornings, we often check the news for the headlines, then I read the New York Times and skim the Atlanta Journal-Constitution while Todd watches The Daily Show with Jon Stewart. Rollie eats his cereal and Tiller sits on the floor playing. Sometimes something on the television will catch Rollie’s eye and he will comment on it. This morning,… Read more →