cheers

here i am, on a tuesday afternoon, relishing in a few of my favorite things. both kiddies are fast asleep. i am finally eating lunch - maple glazed turkey sandwich with provolone cheese paired with a full moon sweet tea (with a lot of ice). the christmas music is on. the candles are lit. my second round of mastitis is finally drifting away and i feel like i might survive. the house is clean thanks to the hubs who spent his sunday cleaning away so i would have a spiffy house to come home to. and i am browsing the internet doing a little shopping, a little blog-reading and little emailing. i better stop there - something is bound to blow up in my face if i keep at it.

this past weekend i packed up the kiddies in the honda-no-person-should-have-to-travel-with-two-children-in-these-tight-conditions-or-you-might-lose-your-ever-living-mind-civic and headed northeast to the mountains. the cabin has become one my favorite places. it is so relaxing while being around so much to do. on saturday, among other things, we headed to blue ridge and had lunch at this great little spot called the blue ridge brewery. it was small and quaint and kinda cool. and who goes to a brewery and doesn't order beer, right? and since beer is one of those favorite things of mine, i said why the heck not. so, i ask what is on tap, the waitress names a few - i have no idea what they are so i just get a little crazy and pick #2. palm. yeah, that sounds good. and off she goes.

and then comes back. with this.

i am not the hard-core-cussing kind but as my friend from work would say - wtf? i don't say anything to the waitress but i do wonder....really? this is what i get? since my liquids are measured in ounces thanks to a certain little man, i would say i am the brilliant person who has just ordered 1.5 ounces of a belguim delicacy lager for the small price of $6.50.

i start looking around at other tables. why the heck did they get more than i did. i wondered if this was just a taste but then the waitress never said anything...only "here is your beer" and off she went and never came back. we even google "palm" to find some info...maybe the alcohol content is so high i am only allowed to ingest 1.5 ounces. or maybe it is not safe for nursing mothers. maybe....maybe i am just an idiot.

so the waitress comes back. sees my empty glass and asks "would you like another."

{cough} "umm, no, i am fine. but, is this how it is normally served?"

"oh, that was just a taste, did you like it?"

"oh, oh yes, i really liked the 2 sips you gave me that i thought was my order of $6.50 beer." have i told you i am the village idiot? sigh.

and finally, after much contemplating, googling, discussing and wondering...my beer finally came. hello lager! this, this is beer. i am pretty sure she felt so sorry for the stupid girl who picked #2 because "palm" sounded good and thought 1.5 oz was the serving size that she gave me a little extra. bottoms up!

other than the beer trick the waitress played on me (and the long wait) the food was good. mom had a salad, jim and grandmother had the gourmet hotdog...yum! i had a turkey sandwich that was soooo good. it went really nice with the other 10 ounces of beer i was granted.

what a cute pic of shug and her shadow. seriously, thick as thieves these two are.

all for now. i need to go cuddle with my little tooter. i swear, riley can really let 'em rip :)

week 7

where in the world did weeks 4, 5 and 6 go????

addison has a baby book - is it filled out? heck no. did i even waste my money buying riley one? double heck no. i started this blog as a way to stay in touch with sweet friends all the way from this great state where football rivalry is more important than who was elected governor...or president for that matter. and the name - midnight runs...well, that is the way we rolled back in the day...lots of late nights to the drive-thrus of mcdonalds in athens with my besties. and by lots, i mean lots. so somewhere between right out of college and right now, i had to find a way to relate those late nights of yumminess to my current ones. which include children. a hubby. a home. a different kind of yumminess. my point in all of this? this blog, these words...this is my baby book.

and dang it, i left out 3 weeks. but are you surprised? i think not.

sooo, long post. big recap. cute and funny pics - one of which addison will shoot me for later in life.

week 4...
i finally took a pic of little miss with brother. i am pretty sure every two seconds i was saying "don't cough on him...don't touch his hands...don't BREATHE addison!"

and it didn't take little miss too long to catch on to nursing...she too ditched the bottle when feeding her baby. ahhh ha ha. this is definitely one of those "rehearsal dinner" photos.

and then we took a trip to macon...a trip i will never forget. it took almost 8 hours to go what would normally be 3.5 or 4 hours. sheesh. but it was so good to be home. and i think big daddy liked us being there, too.

addison, obsessed with mary poppins, was quite thrilled to find a kite in jackie's big box of toys. she kept telling big daddy "let's go fly a kite!" and so they tried...

and tried...and tried...and tried. there just wasn't enough wind on the fairway to get that kite flying. but, they tried.

our trip to macon rolled into week 5. and the hubs was sure glad to have us home. then after about 5 minutes he was wiped out being the father of 2 kids. so he and riley crashed.

and before we knew it, halloween was here and we were approaching week 6.

as always, we had our annual halloween cook-out and trick-or-treating bash. and as always, it was super fun! i have to admit, i have prided myself on little miss having cute, CUTE costumes. but this year, this newborn year, caused me to do the dreaded...i handed to credit card to the hubs...and set daddy and little miss loose in the halloween store for whatever she wanted. and tinker bell was what she got. oh me. i tried to make it better but you know, she felt special and she was happy...and that is all that mattered to this mommy.

all her buddies came. the picture says it all. fun times.

and having her best "boy" friend and best "girl" friend there made addison's night.

and let us not forget - we had officer talan there to keep the peace if things got a little rowdy.

and the hubs made sure the food was up to tingle standards.

and papa gave a second opinion.

and well, riley...he was just darn pissed i didn't get him a costume. i am telling you, it has been that kind of fall.

but he got over it once he was snuggled in mimi's arms.

and please don't pass up seeing the foofa carved pumpkin. good work hubs, good work.

and then finally week 6 rolled into week 7. week 7 and another famous mirror pic. don't judge, it was first thing in the morning.

so, 7 weeks today. we had his checkup yesterday that was supposed to be uneventful. ha.

his stats...

height:23.75", 95%

weight: 12 lbs 1 oz, 95%

head: 15.25", 50%

his head measurements caused for some concern that sent us to children's for skull x-rays. nice. thankfully, after a long day with lots of prayers and waiting, i got the wonderful call that everything was normal. yay!!

that brings us to tonight. just hangin'. watching the cma awards. have i told you i only like country music in the fall? yeah, i am weird like that.

while rye-bread was hangin', little miss was dancing circles around me. how can these days be sooo long and the weeks go by sooo fast?

in case you are wondering, that is indeed a mla handbook. yes, she can already read and write scholarly term papers. she gets it from me. genius.

oh and p.s. i pray i can be as stylish as my 3 year old soon. that is just insane that i envy her little outfit.

if you are still here and reading - bless you. nite nite.