"Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is." – Aleksei Peshkov
Sunday, September 30, 2007
You NEVER know
When I was getting ready for church yesterday, Sage found a belt of mine. She put it on...well sort of and goes, "I'm PERFECT!" I said, "What did you say? Did you say you were perfect?" She excitedly says, "YES!" And then of course I said, "Yes. Yes you are." Sweet girl. Not lacking in confidence, that's for sure.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Our House
Friday, September 28, 2007
Baby Abbey
Well Travis left today for Detroit, Michigan for a week for a tv shoot. That's going to be a LONG time, so I thought (since my whole weekend is church) that Sage and I should go to Birmingham for a little retail therapy. We went to the Summit and ate a Zoe's, which appears to be a hole in the wall amongst the other "high end" restaurants offered there. Don't be fooled--they have some of THE best food ever. It's Greek. It's different. It's cheap. It's fabulous.
Anyway, after that I took Sage to what she had been waiting for: Pottery Barn Kids. We had just looked through the newest catalogue, so she was REALLY excited to see the goodies in person. She goes to the girliest side of the store and finds.....drum roll.....wait for it.... Baby Abbey. Immediately she picks her up and goes, "Ohhh she's ready to go home!"
You can't JUST have baby Abbey though. Oh no, you have to have the diaper bag that goes with her, which includes two diapers, a cloth bottle, a changing pad, AND a container with two wipes. So she's got the baby in the box and the diaper bag on her shoulder. Grand total? $85. Yeah, here it goes:
Cost of Baby Abbey: $39
Cost of diaper bag: $39
Cost of unending fun and joy from Sage: Priceless
So she's walking down the strip with the baby in her arms and the bag on her shoulder and people are "oohing" and "ahhing" over her. She WAS cute. She'd go, "Mommy isn't she beautiful?" Then she'd speak to the baby: "It's okay 'phweethawt' (sweetheart). I'll change your diaper. Mommy, I gotta change her diaper. She pee-peed." She really is so entertaining.
Anyway, after that I took Sage to what she had been waiting for: Pottery Barn Kids. We had just looked through the newest catalogue, so she was REALLY excited to see the goodies in person. She goes to the girliest side of the store and finds.....drum roll.....wait for it.... Baby Abbey. Immediately she picks her up and goes, "Ohhh she's ready to go home!"
You can't JUST have baby Abbey though. Oh no, you have to have the diaper bag that goes with her, which includes two diapers, a cloth bottle, a changing pad, AND a container with two wipes. So she's got the baby in the box and the diaper bag on her shoulder. Grand total? $85. Yeah, here it goes:
Cost of Baby Abbey: $39
Cost of diaper bag: $39
Cost of unending fun and joy from Sage: Priceless
So she's walking down the strip with the baby in her arms and the bag on her shoulder and people are "oohing" and "ahhing" over her. She WAS cute. She'd go, "Mommy isn't she beautiful?" Then she'd speak to the baby: "It's okay 'phweethawt' (sweetheart). I'll change your diaper. Mommy, I gotta change her diaper. She pee-peed." She really is so entertaining.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
From Her Point of View
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Rockstar
Well I heard this song on The Hills last night, so I looked it up on myspace to hear the whole thing. Little did I know that it would mean hearing it OVER AND OVER again because Sage loves it THAT much. She dances her heart out, and when it's over says, "Play it again." It's so funny. I just put the video up so that you could hear the song that she loves so much. It's an interesting choice for a 2 year old.
This is her dancing first thing in the morning.
This is her dancing first thing in the morning.
Monday, September 24, 2007
I Should Have Known
Thursday, September 20, 2007
A Perfect End to a Perfect Day
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Backseat Driver
Beginning this week, these are some things I've been hearing from my 2 year old in her carseat:
*"Turn the air on! I'm hot!"
*"It's not on! Turn it on."
*"Turn it off! I'm cold!"
*"I don't like that song. Turn on _(insert name of whatever song she's in the mood for.)"_
*"Turn it up! I can't hear it."
She's cute, but she's bossy.
*"Turn the air on! I'm hot!"
*"It's not on! Turn it on."
*"Turn it off! I'm cold!"
*"I don't like that song. Turn on _(insert name of whatever song she's in the mood for.)"_
*"Turn it up! I can't hear it."
She's cute, but she's bossy.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Pink Boots and a New Ride
Saturdays are Daddy and Sage day. Partly because I spend a great part of the day/weekend at practices and services for church, and partly because it's just their day. They always start out the day with a breakfast of "patty-cakes" from McDonalds and the fabulous play-land there. After that, Travis usually has a job to look at.
The job he looked at today was a house that belonged to some friends of his. They have a set of twins, a boy and a girl, that just turned 11. They had a wagon that Sage just loved, so they gave it to her. Here's some pics of the action. Also, notice her new pink boots. She's VERY proud of those, and she knows she's hot stuff in them. (Sidenote: At this moment Sage is crying, "I WANT A SISTER!!!") Not really sure where that came from...haha.
Wait, she's got a passenger.
And off they go.
Not to be outdone, Chanel decides to give it a whirl.
The job he looked at today was a house that belonged to some friends of his. They have a set of twins, a boy and a girl, that just turned 11. They had a wagon that Sage just loved, so they gave it to her. Here's some pics of the action. Also, notice her new pink boots. She's VERY proud of those, and she knows she's hot stuff in them. (Sidenote: At this moment Sage is crying, "I WANT A SISTER!!!") Not really sure where that came from...haha.
Isn't she adorable?
She's ready to roll.Wait, she's got a passenger.
And off they go.
Not to be outdone, Chanel decides to give it a whirl.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
While You Were Sleeping
Scene: Sage's bedroom
Characters: Julie, Sage, and Chanel
(Julie is on the verge of deep sleep in the floor, but she barely catches this conversation "between" Sage and Chanel.)
Sage: Here Sa-nell, lay down. It's okay. Here's your blanket. I got your blanket. Sa-nell, you want some medicine?...Okay, here's your medicine.
(Julie awakens with a start to see Sage feeding Chanel a tube of Desitin.)
Characters: Julie, Sage, and Chanel
(Julie is on the verge of deep sleep in the floor, but she barely catches this conversation "between" Sage and Chanel.)
Sage: Here Sa-nell, lay down. It's okay. Here's your blanket. I got your blanket. Sa-nell, you want some medicine?...Okay, here's your medicine.
(Julie awakens with a start to see Sage feeding Chanel a tube of Desitin.)
MYTH #10: Don't Wear White After Labor Day
Perspective
Recently, Travis, Sage and myself went for a weekend in Destin, Florida with some friends--Karl, Renea and their 3 daughters--Kiara, Amaya, and Karlita. The interesting part of this is, while Renea and I had become friends, the others had not even met. Even so, they opened up, what would be, their home for 3 days to us. It turned out to be one of the most fun weekends we had ever had.
Late one night on the balcony, overlooking the beach, we had a conversation that for me, changed my life. From all appearances, Karl is a black man. However, his mother is a blue eyed, blonde haired German woman. The white/black jokes went throughout the weekend between us (ALL in good, VERY FUNNY fun), but this night, I sensed a touch of reality for them.
I was able to be honest with them and say that I just didn't get "those issues"--the white versus black. Why do some black people seem so defensive? They spoke of going out to dinner with Karl's mother, and having people stare because they were with a white person. Renea said that some people would even go as far to ask, "What are you?" as if referring to some sort of breed of dog. I can't imagine how I'd feel to be gawked at for eating lunch with my mother or friends!
None of US have lived through slavery or segregation, but racism and prejudices are still alive. At one point in the weekend, Travis crossed a main highway with Kiara and Amaya. The rest of us were a bit behind, but traffic actually slowed down because people were staring. Why is that? I honestly don't know, but for me, I was glad that I got to spend the weekend with, not only great people, but friends. I'm also glad that, for Sage, this won't be an issue at all. She won't have to wonder why "the white" people are laughing with "the black" people. I believe scenes like the ones below are the new "normal," especially in my life.
Late one night on the balcony, overlooking the beach, we had a conversation that for me, changed my life. From all appearances, Karl is a black man. However, his mother is a blue eyed, blonde haired German woman. The white/black jokes went throughout the weekend between us (ALL in good, VERY FUNNY fun), but this night, I sensed a touch of reality for them.
I was able to be honest with them and say that I just didn't get "those issues"--the white versus black. Why do some black people seem so defensive? They spoke of going out to dinner with Karl's mother, and having people stare because they were with a white person. Renea said that some people would even go as far to ask, "What are you?" as if referring to some sort of breed of dog. I can't imagine how I'd feel to be gawked at for eating lunch with my mother or friends!
None of US have lived through slavery or segregation, but racism and prejudices are still alive. At one point in the weekend, Travis crossed a main highway with Kiara and Amaya. The rest of us were a bit behind, but traffic actually slowed down because people were staring. Why is that? I honestly don't know, but for me, I was glad that I got to spend the weekend with, not only great people, but friends. I'm also glad that, for Sage, this won't be an issue at all. She won't have to wonder why "the white" people are laughing with "the black" people. I believe scenes like the ones below are the new "normal," especially in my life.
For it's strong enough to wash away my sins
And it's pure enough to cleanse me deep within
And it's real enough to find me when I'm lost
Great enough to die upon the cross
It doesn't matter what color you are
As long as your blood was red
And it's pure enough to cleanse me deep within
And it's real enough to find me when I'm lost
Great enough to die upon the cross
It doesn't matter what color you are
As long as your blood was red
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Meet Mayer...and take him with you
I'd like to introduce (for anyone who hasn't met him) to you all, Mayer. He's 6 months old, and he weighs 50 lbs. His given name is John Mayer Spence. Travis insisted upon that name, and I couldn't help but agree. :) Anyway, puppies bring images of laughter, cuddling (as seen below), friendship..."man's best friend," if you will. I've posted pics of the TRUE reality of what having a puppy in your house means.
Look at the smile of joy on her face. Mayer seems almost lazy, doesn't he?
Look, Mayer is even smiling.
This is my kitchen. I like my kitchen. The dogs stay here when we're gone.
This is ONE of my cabinets. See the corner that is chewed off?
This is ON the wall. He chewed a HOLE in my wall. A HOLE IN MY WALL.
My wonderful husband assures me that he is fixing this today. In the meantime, I'm willing to pay someone to take him. :)
Look at the smile of joy on her face. Mayer seems almost lazy, doesn't he?
Look, Mayer is even smiling.
This is my kitchen. I like my kitchen. The dogs stay here when we're gone.
This is ONE of my cabinets. See the corner that is chewed off?
This is ON the wall. He chewed a HOLE in my wall. A HOLE IN MY WALL.
My wonderful husband assures me that he is fixing this today. In the meantime, I'm willing to pay someone to take him. :)
Everybody has one
I've just recently started reading blogs of some of my friends. I'm a descent writer, but I never thought that something I'd have to say would want to be read. Actually, I'm still not sure of that, but who cares, right? I was thinking today about time: It's flying! Just look at Sage when she was about 16 months old, and look at her at 2 1/2 years old. It's not been THAT long, but it has! She's growing and doing so much everyday.
I spoke to my mother today, and I found I couldn't tell her about anything I had done the past few days. Then I read a friend's blog that had chronicled moments of her daughter's life through the first year. That did it. I have family and friends that are far away, and I have moments that are passing that flee my mind in conversation! I want to recall them for myself too! So thus, the beginning of my blogging experience. Hope it turns out to be something worth reading.
She's an actress already...she totally did that on her own.
This was in May of 2006, I believe. She looks like such a baby here.
I spoke to my mother today, and I found I couldn't tell her about anything I had done the past few days. Then I read a friend's blog that had chronicled moments of her daughter's life through the first year. That did it. I have family and friends that are far away, and I have moments that are passing that flee my mind in conversation! I want to recall them for myself too! So thus, the beginning of my blogging experience. Hope it turns out to be something worth reading.
She's an actress already...she totally did that on her own.
This was in May of 2006, I believe. She looks like such a baby here.
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