When you’re curious like Curious George… (Harrison’s 2nd birthday party!)

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Back when I first started planning Harrison’s second birthday party (you know, the day after his first birthday party), there was nothing greater in his heart than Curious George.  Of course, Lightning McQueen & Simba came later, but the little curious monkey was our go-to for entertainment in both books & film for many months.  So it only made sense for Curious George to be the inspiration for his birthday party.  Red & yellow with splashes of aqua, mostly digging on monkeys & bananas rather than actually splashing George’s face everywhere.

Last year, I spent hours in the kitchen hand-making dips & pies when the Pillsbury sugar cookies were the first to disappear off the table.  This year, I decided to cater to the toddlers by ordering $5.00 pizzas from Little Caesar’s & filling a bowl with goldfish.  Harrison’s smallest guests sipped on watered-down apple juice while the parents enjoyed water.  & of course, I did the ever-popular pigs n’ blankets – best part of the story was when I asked a grocery store worker where he kept his “little weiners.”  That was awkward.

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Cupcake toppers from the Etsy seller, ClassyAndSimple.  As Harrison’s best gal has a serious peanut allergy, the cupcakes needed to be made from home.  I mixed up a box yellow cake, then The Momma helped decorate them with cream cheese icing & sugar sprinkles.  There is something wonderfully old school about homemade baked goods at a party, you know?

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I’ve got a thing for paper lanterns.  They just give a little “pop” to the decor, so we hung them from tree branches.

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A lot of the details were handmade, either by me or people with far more talent.  Like Erika from Bird E. Studios, who made the gorgeous pennant that will now go in Harry’s room.  I made the rag wreath at night while we watched Mad Men & Vampire Diaries (I have a rather eclectic taste in entertainment), & sewed the poms to a red tablecloth on Thursday evening, along with whipping up the red checked backdrop for our “photo booth.”

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This is a typical family photo with a two-year-old.

I purchased six yards of cotton gingham cloth, on sale for $1.97 per yard, then cut it in half & stitched the two halves together.  I didn’t worry about hemming on the edges, but did fold over the top with a quick stitch to fit a rod or ribbon through that would hold it to the fence.

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Harrison had a WONDERFUL time & was a fantastic host.   Did I mention that he did not want to wear a shirt?  Within thirty minutes of the party starting, Harry was shirtless & his friend Holden was dancing on the table.  So basically, the party was amazing.

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p.s. be sure to take a favor before you leave!

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The Momma as Ben Stiller, aka one of those moments where I realize that I am the mom now.

When I was a little girl, The Momma used to sit outside my room when I couldn’t sleep.  (or wouldn’t sleep.)  It was basically her equivalent of telling me to have a warm glass of “SHUT THE HELL UP” but done with love.

happygirlmore The Momma as Ben Stiller, aka one of those moments where I realize that I am the mom now.

What started out as an, “aww, darn! momma’s outside my room again” turned into her being a security blanket.  Momma’s outside my door, everything’s okay.   If I was sick or hurting, she sat quietly with her shadow thrown onto the carpet of my bedroom, telling me to close my eyes.

photo 300x300 The Momma as Ben Stiller, aka one of those moments where I realize that I am the mom now.I guess it’s why last night, with my little guy coughing & running a low fever, I sat down quietly on the floor outside his room.  I heard him whimper as he tried to suck his thumb despite a stuffy nose & my heart twisted.  Doug looked at me with raised eyebrow & I said, “I just want to sit until he falls asleep.  It’s the only thing I can really do, you know?”

So I sat until the hum of the humidifier was the only sound I heard.  & I wondered if The Momma felt the same way on the nights she sat for me.

p.s. childhood friends, please raise your hand if you attended a sleepover where the momma sat outside the playroom & told us to settle down.  & then we giggled.

Sweetness of life.

tea 150x150 Sweetness of life. Things move slower in the South & it’s not just a rumor, it’s a way of life that drags out vowels & traditions.   The hot days & lazy rivers seem to carry on forever, like the hospitable urge to sit on the front porch with a glass of tea that sweats in the sun.  The tea that makes both the South & The Momma famous while she melts sugar while dinner bakes in the oven.

Talking sweet tea & my recipe over at Pickles & Paisleys today…join me & share your own recipe that speaks tradition?

Flashback Friday: Children of the 80′s.

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A typical Saturday morning growing up – staying in pajamas & making forts with my brothers in our playroom.

p.s. i’ve been saving top sheets for future forts with harrison. bring it on!

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I’ll be back soon with nonintelligent ramblings & more than photo bombs soon.  It’s just been one of “those weeks.”  I appreciate you hanging in there with me.

East Coasters, please stay safe from the ol’ skank Irene.  We’re supposed to just have high winds & rain, so my girlfriends & I are stirring up Sangria & camping out with the kiddos.  It’s like Neverland – we just refuse to grow up.  (but not the michael jackson kind with court dates & the kid from home alone, i’m talking peter pan)

Breathing again.

The week before last was a whirlwind of long work hours, packing lists, & exhaustion.

oh, & wine.  LOTS OF WINE.  I needed vacation in the worst way possible & while it crossed my mind to set up guest posts or write ahead, I was more focused on making sure that I packed beach towels & Harrison’s stuffed monkey.  We pulled over the sound bridge on Saturday afternoon & I felt myself exhale as I tucked my phone into my pocket & pointed out the ocean to the boy in the backseat.  We quickly threw on our suits & headed to the sand while waiting for the rest of my family to arrive.

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The toddler woke with the sun every morning & we quietly snuck out for a walk to search for shells & quiet moments with our family of three.  He giggled as Nate hoisted him over broad shoulders & I gave way to a game of chase.  I took in a deep breath, commenting that on a normal day, we’d be facing the rat race.  This slower pace of life was welcomed.

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On the tiny island of North Carolina, we put down planners & live without watches.  I prefer to spend every afternoon with a book under the canopy or diving through waves.  I intended to write during naps, but found myself curled up with an iced coffee & a blanket rather than a laptop.

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Harrison, of course, tackled the beach with his typical fearless smile.  He begged to be taken into the water & when his daddy & uncle swam too far, he stood at the edge of the water & cried.  My boy is ready to be a teenager already.

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& since I’ve stopped sobbing over my lack of Britney Spears abs or trying to develop melanoma, my beach vacation has become exponentially more relaxing.  I slather 30+ SPF all over, slip into a one-piece, & settle into a chair with a book.  My goal is not to brown – my goal is to slip away from the every day & allow myself to really breathe.

(I never really breathe when I’m away from the ocean.  Do you have a place that helps you breathe?)

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