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Since we didn’t get to go out to our anniversary dinner Monday or get to take a trip to the winery we planned to visit, I wanted to revisit our wedding by posting some pictures. It’s amazing that it’s been a year since we were married. It seems like it was just yesterday. It’s also hard to believe that I was pregnant with Garrett at the time. Or that it took Bryan and I, thirteen years to get to our wedding day. But, looking back I wouldn’t change a single little detail along the way.

I have tried to condense the number of pictures to share, there are so many I love…these are a few of my favorites. There are so many more I would LOVE to share…I’m not going to bore you guys, though!

The birds were even chirping!

The birds were even chirping!

First time seeing my Daddy.

First time seeing my Daddy.

Almost to 'I Do'

Almost to "I DO"

Swept Away...

Swept Away...

Our 1st Dance- "Into the Mystic"

Our 1st Dance- "Into the Mystic"

Our wonderful wedding party.

Our wonderful wedding party.

Our photographer rocked.

Our photographer rocked.

So pretty.

Probably one of my absolute favorites.

I miss my HAIR!!

My handsome husband.

My handsome husband.

Thanks for looking. 🙂

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All ready to visit Daddy!

All ready to visit Daddy!

Daddy must be a proud papa. His son is officially a Bob Dylan fan. Bryan would say, “Well, yauh…that’s my son.” But, of course I had to confirm this tid bit of information. Tonight on our way back from eating at his daddy’s restaurant, Garrett fell right to sleep while listening to Bob Dylan. He had been very upset and tired when we put him in his carseat for the 20 minute ride home. Earlier this week, Bryan had mentioned that he hums and babbles while hearing Bob Dylan sing. So in an attempt to calm him down, I turned the radio off and turned the cd player back on and to Bob Dylan. Once ‘Like a Rolling Stone’ came on, his crying turned to babbling and within minutes he was fast asleep. It was amazing. Thinking back, Bryan did play Bob Dylan on our drive home from the hospital when Garrett was only a few days old…perhaps, he remembers it? It’s nice to add to his love of music. He really seems to enjoy all types of music and sounds, but I have to admit Bob is the first to sooth him other than classical. Who would have ever thunk it? It isn’t really a surprise that he’s digging it, as both Bryan and I are music lovers to the core.

Bob Dylan's smallest fan

Bob Dylan's smallest fan.

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Picture Perfect.

A tad bit late…here’s Tuesday’s picture.

This was taken after church a couple weeks ago. The baby pictured was absolutely fabulous during the service. What can I say? He is my baby. Only kidding. I mean he is my baby and all, oh you know what I mean!

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My 3 day hiatus

I can’t really say much happened in the past 3 days, except some good ol’ family fun. Overall, it was kinda a ‘strange’ weekend. But, nonetheless, OUR weekend.

I’m absolutely unsure what was accomplished Saturday, except that I was possibly recovering from either a strep infection or an ear infection, whatever it was I was given a prescription of Amoxicillin. This now ups my total pill popping every single day to a whooping 14 pills. Don’t freak out, they aren’t drugs…just herbal supplements and daily vitamins. It’s still a heck of a lot of pills. I’m a pill popper. Yeah Yeah Yeah. (sung to the tune of “I’m a wheel watcher”) I’ll explain more on my supplements another day, I promise they aren’t drugs. So stop worrying already.

Bryan had Sunday and Monday off, which made it our weekend of sorts. We attempted to watch a Grateful Dead Cover band, only to realize eating food was going to be impossible with a bunch of drinking and smoking hippies. We were hoping for more of a festival type atmosphere. It was also extremely crowded, more so than we anticipated and felt Garrett probably was better off not being in that type of crowd. Therefore, we headed off to Mellow Mushrooms instead and had some groovy pizza. We were able to be psychedelic after all. ; )

(Now, you guys really think I am either a druggie or crazy. I assure you that I am neither. I promise words can be deceiving, too.)

I found out I missed going out with one of my “single non-mommy” friends last Sunday to none other than a Reagae festival on a gorgeous and not very hot day, at the Inlet. Yeah, go figure…that’s what I get for me and my homebodiness.

We have changed numerous poops in our cloth diapers and are still hanging in there. You guys probably thought we had given up since I hadn’t mentioned them anymore. Rest assured, we haven’t and I will give a thorough rundown very, very soon. I actually believe I am addicted to cloth diapers because I want to buy more…yet the funds, they are very low.

Which brings me to my biggest reason for not posting in the last few days. I was lost pondering how to start making money without having to get a 2nd job or a first real job for that matter. I have been meaning to blog about my ideas for sometime and Carol Beth’s post the other day was kind enough to remind me.

I’m just not for sure where to begin, as I have plenty-o ideas, problem is many require skill or cash. Two things I’m not exactly brimming with. That’s not completely true, I just hate to announce some awesome skill and then it be little to nothing. I am cooking something up and will be ‘unveiling’ it shortly, hopefully in a couple of weeks. So be sure to stay tuned for my future creations. This is going to happen, I am determined to be a WAHM!! (a.k.a. Work at Home Mom)
In the meantime, I have decided to share a touching photo on Tuesdays every week. We’ll see how it goes, it might just be cheesy. Of course, I do LOVE cheese! Anyway, here’s my first Tuesday photo! This was taking place as I was walking out the door yesterday morning (on my way to work). Isn’t that just the sweetest thing in the world and look how interested my little man is, as his Daddy reads to him the book “One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish” by Dr. Suess.

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Well, Bryan and I did take a stroll on the beach, but we went as a family. It was one of those wonderful moments of being a family. One for the memory books. So why was this beach trip so special? Because, Friday was Garrett’s first trip to the beach – EVER. He was completely mesmerized by all the sights and sounds. Garrett seemed to be in deep thought the whole time we were there, taking in all the ‘new’ sensations! He didn’t make so much as a peep, unless you laid him down and obstructed his view. Bryan took him into the water so he could feel the cooler water on him, when a wave hit them- Garrett’s first reaction was a shocked and scared one, but he soon changed his face as he realized he was okay and Daddy was still holding him.
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Sunbathing with Nana.
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Catching some waves with daddy…
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Feeling the water and sand between his toes.
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Drying off in his birthday suit and
feeling more sand between those toes.
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I wonder if our little boy will one day love all things water?

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It’s sorta like a three ring circus when she comes to town. A SIGHT NOT TO BE MISSED. That is unless its 12:30 AM. I woke up last night as she and her friend Debi were making their way into the house. I quickly made sure Garrett was still sleeping and huddled closer to him. I was not in the mood to get up and make chitchat. Not even for my own mother. Don’t get me wrong, usually I will stay up and wait for her or I will get up when she arrives, but last night I was exhausted. It just wasn’t happening. This morning at 6 am I heard her rumbles again and the coffee maker grinding. (The coffee maker I thought I would use religiously after our wedding. The coffee maker that has now become void with a baby. Who needs the pick me up aroma of fresh ground coffee when you can have the fresh smell of poo at 730 every morning?) Of course, I can smell neither but that’s a story for another day.

Anyway, continuing to Nana…I then hear the screen door open, then close. As quickly as I hear this, I turn around, startled as she stands gazing over us laying in the bed. She tries to contain her excitement as she gets a quick glimpse of her other, much newer grandson before her daughter quiets her down. All the while hoping, (I assure you) that his eyes will open the harder and longer she stares at him. I hurriedly shoo her away, as he needs at least 2 more hours given our rocky day yesterday. (He is still refusing to take a bottle and now is struggling with sleeping without the ninny. Bryan also had off yesterday, which on those days his schedule gets a little haywire.)

Again, back to Nana. I follow her out and we talk small talk, Garrett’s daily routine, her drive down and why in the world she’s up at 6:30 in the morning. Apparently, she wakes up every morning at this time regardless of what time she goes to bed. Lord, I couldn’t and don’t want to imagine. I have been sleep deprived enough for the last 3 and half months. Yet. it feels very good to have her here and to actually be up this early. Somehow, I feel refreshed with only five and half hours of sleep. How is this possible? I’m sure by lunchtime, I will have the makings for a migraine. If I’m lucky, maybe I will escape the sleep deprivation’s torture today. That reminds me, I am going to have my hair cut today!!!! It has become my one indulgence since being pregnant. I believe this time I am going to get it all cut one length, which means it will be cut up to my ears! I have been missing my long hair and hating the layers I allowed the last few haircuts. By getting it cut one length I can let it grow back out again! Whoohoo! Having a short haircut makes me feel so very ‘mommy’. Not that its a bad thing, but it adds to the inevitable of growing old and being frumpy. Luckily, the weight is shedding and I am starting to fit tightly back into my pre-pregnancy clothes again. Yes, I said it 4 months later I am very close to being 135 lbs. again!!!

I am so off topic. By 7:30 I come back to bed and change little man’s diaper and hope for the best. Hopefully, he has at least another hour of sleep in him and I can shamelessly blog until my heart’s content.

SO FAR SO GOOD.

I’m excited for what’s in store for the coming week. Nana is staying unit next Wednesday, which means Bryan and I get to go out one GLORIOUS night A-L-O-N-E for the first (read 1ST) time since June and only the second (read 2ND) time since he was born. That’s along time for those of you who might not know. I reiterate this is along time not going out together alone. OK, you get the idea.

I’m almost tempted to book a hotel room. Did I just type that?

On second though, we better not, least we have another bambino in the oven. I’m definitely not ready for that. Not yet anyway.

Unfortunately, a hotel room would be out of the question even if we wanted to because we are on a limited cash flow. Which means two things. 1) We will have to have dinner at the house and 2) we will have to hit only bars where we know the bartender. Now that we are in our ‘old’ age, this means approximately ONE bar. Shuckers. I’m sure the night will consist of us becoming bored by ten or eleven. Well, at least that’s what I expect for myself. I truly wish we had saved up some money for this night and thought up something more original then going out to a bar and going drinking. It seems to me that for this momentous occasion, we should have chosen something more fun to do together, like taking a stroll on the beach (free, maybe not extremely fun but relaxing nonetheless- of course we could still do this) or visiting the local art gallery (I could hear Bryan now…”oh, how boring.”) But can’t we find one thing more exciting than drinking at a bar? Now amidst our dilemma in finding something of value to do on our night out, I worry we will only converse on the topic of baby. That we as a couple will have forgotten how to have a conversation with one another.

Does anyone have suggestions? Seriously, what did each of you do when you finally got your ‘night’ out together? Did it turn out successful or did you worry all night and talk all night about the little one?

OK by 9 am, Garrett is wide awake in the bed as I am typing, so I have decided that maybe it is time to let Nana play with him. Morning time is his best time and she deserves to see that. Naturally, I will still be able to blog. Well, that’s what I thought. It seems I can’t help but want to join in their play. So, I guess that’s it for blogging this morning, maybe I can sneak and get a free minute later today…and just maybe I won’t be all over the place.

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Bryan came home tonight and said he drove home thinking, “Man, I’m married and I have a kid.” And he had to pinch himself, because its still so hard to believe some days. Which made me automatically think of the song, ‘Once in a Lifetime’ by Talking Heads. It took us a few moments to name the band, even though both of us are huge fans. Bryan even mistakenly thought that the Talking Heads box set in the living room have always been his. I simply shook my head. Then he believed I gave him them along with a few other Cd’s one Christmas. I had to actually think back on that one. But no, the box set is still mine. However, since we’re married, I let him believe it’s always been his. Because that’s what you do when you’re married.

I have to agree with Bryan about the reality of our ‘new’ lives though, we’ve experienced a whirlwind in the last year that has accumulated from fourteen years of knowing one another. For those that don’t know our story, let me elaborate for just a moment. (To those who can sing our story in Latin, please bare with me.)

Bryan and I met working at a local grocery store, called Food City. 14 years ago. We were dating by that October. I was a senior in high school. We were in a car wreck together. October 28, 1994. We stopped dating but remained semi-friends. Bryan moved to Blacksburg. I stayed in Marion. In 1997, I moved to Blacksburg. Bryan and I are better friends. In 1998, I leave for Houston, Bryan leaves for Myrtle Beach. We lose touch. Fast forward to Christmas 2002. We run into one another back home and start corresponding via the tele. This continues for 3 years, with a few visits in between. I move to Myrtle Beach in February 2005. Bryan proposes September 2006 in Miami while on vacation together. We plan a wedding for October 2007. We paint our upstairs bedroom Duke Blue in July 2007. We lose a tree in August 2007. We find out I am one month pregnant in August 2007. We get married in October 2007, me 3 months pregnant. We vacation in the Riviera Mayan, Mexico; me 3 months pregnant. December 2007 we buy an Envoy. April 6, 2008 at 7:43 p.m. Garrett is born. Our lives as we know it are forever changed.

You can pinch me, but I know I’m not dreaming. At least not anymore.

I love how we got here and I love that its a ‘Once in a Lifetime’ feeling that we both get from all of this. And I’m pretty darn sure Bryan feels the same exact way. Not only because he told me so, but because he shows me. Every. Single. Day.

In Honor of that feeling we share:

And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful Wife
And you may ask yourself-well…how did I get here?
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again, after the moneys gone
Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground.

And you may ask yourself -How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself-Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself-This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself This is not my beautiful wife!
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again, after the moneys gone
Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground.

Same as it ever was…same as it ever was…
same as it ever was…Same as it ever was…
same as it ever was…same as it ever was…
Same as it ever was…same as it ever was…

Water dissolving…and water removing
There is water at the bottom of the ocean
Carry the water at the bottom of the ocean
Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean!
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again, in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones, there is water underground.

(I ommited the last lines because it doesn’t pertain to us) 😉

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