Picture Catch Up

Ok.So, first off, I want to brag on Scott a little. 

Also, let me just say that sometimes this is a complaint, but when I really think about it, I'm proud of him.

Anyway, here it is. Scott gets paid every other week. That means a typical paycheck is about 82 hours (that's 80 hours plus any extra he works if he gets stuck on a call when his shift is over).

Last paycheck he got, he had 111 hours. But wait. That's not all.

That same 2 week period he also spent 2 days training with the military, which included a 6 mile march.

He also attended a 4 hour training class (voluntarily, just to be a better cop) for the police department.

He also took the trash out about 15 times. What can I say? we make a lot of garbage.

It doesn't seem like that much when you say it, but really think about it for a minute.

It takes Scott anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour to get ready for work.

He then works a 10 1/2 hour shift.

Then, on top of that, he worked an extra 30 hours (3 days).

Then, he drove to Newnan (3 hours away) for a weekend of training.

Then, on workday ( which means he was supposed to be sleeping so he could work night shift) he went to an optional training class. Then went to work 6 hours later.

All in 2 weeks time. CRAZY!

Ok, I'm finished saying the same thing over and over again.

Now for the stuff you stalk me for.

The past few weeks have been full of excitement. 

You know, staying in the house doing nothing because the weather isn't good enough to take the girls out.

what a blast.

For you convenience, I've documented some of the girls' wonderful activities.

This, my friends, is the Kim face. Both of my girls make it.

Beautiful Chunk.

She is so big! This is a 3-6 month sleeper. It fits her perfectly. She isn't even 3 months yet!

Smile! This is a big deal. He cheeks are so chubby, she usually looks like she is frowning.

Now prepare yourself for some entertainment. Just a few of the many faces of Moo.

I don't even know what this face is. She was probably pitching a fit.

Probably more fit pitching.

This is so cute! Definitely makes her seem older to me.

Watching TV over my head. I'm jealous of those eyelashes. WOW!

She's looking at the TV remote. Probably about to use it as a phone.

Yet another face. I think she was talking in this one.

This one is hilarious to me. She was having a snack and Mickey was still on TV. She was leaning over trying to see around the corner to the TV.

Hallelujah! Her first piggies! They wont reach into just one or two pigtails, so I had to split it up into 3.She wouldn't let me get a good picture from the front but it was so cute!

So there you go.

Garlic, Onions, and My Mama

I love how certain objects in life bring back treasured memories.

The objects come in all shapes and sizes, and the memories take all sorts of forms.

I'm making meatloaf for dinner, and that makes me think of my Grandmother, who makes the best meatloaf. In truth, it's kind of plain and she doesn't use a lot of spices, but when you eat Grandmother's meatloaf, it's something special.

Overalls and Elmer Fudd remind me of my Pawpaw Doug, who was pretty much Elmer Fudd incarnate. I think he may have even said "wascally wabbits" from time to time.

Peppermints remind me of Pawpaw's dog Snoopy, because he would suck all the red stripes off, then stick the peppermints to the back of his car seat (yuck). He told us that Snoopy would eat them, but his back seat had tons of half eaten peppermints.

Pepsi makes me think of my uncle Marty and that pretty much reminds me of my entire childhood because he's one of my favorite relatives and he was very present in my life growing up.

Christmas trees and my stuffed dog "Snowy" remind me of my cousin and best friend Jessy. When we were younger we climbed the tree and knocked it over, and we had identical stuffed dogs. we both still have our dogs and every time we get together we laugh about the Christmas tree.

Trucker's hats make me think of my dad. In all the pictures of him when he was younger, he has long hair that makes him look like a mushroom and a truckers hat perched precariously on top of all the hair.

Fireballs (the candy) make me think of my uncle Barrett because whenever he would visit from Vegas he would always have a huge bag of them to share.

Wine makes me think of my mom. Self explanatory.

But I think that the strongest (and weirdest) attachment that I have is when I'm cooking. When I dice on onion, mince some garlic, sautee it in olive oil and add a bunch of italian herbs, I'm overwhelmed with this delicious mouthwatering aroma. That aroma is like home. That's pretty much what makes me think of my mom. That's one of her favorite things too, and when I start off a meal with that base, I know it will be delicious and reminiscent of my mom's cooking because that's how she taught me. now that I think about it, that's really strange, but appropriate for our family. Most people think of their mom when they smell apple pie or pot roast or homemade pancakes. Not me. Garlic and Onions, baby.

Pictures

These are from the last two weeks or so. Some may be repeats of what I posted before.

Christmas

We all know that you don't really want to read my description of our Christmas happenings. All you want is pictures. Well, I don't have any. My android just shriveled up and died on me. Ok, no shriveling, but it is unresponsive. Basically you have to wait until all my family sends me the pictures they took so I can post them.

It's ok if you're angry. They have a 12 step program for that.

Just wait patiently. Patience is a virtue after all.

Chunky Smiles

Lille smiled today!

A real smile.

I was tapping her nose and saying "I got your nose" in a high pitched voice.

It almost made me cry=]

It is so fun to watch our girls grow, and sometimes I say "I can't wait til..." 

But now I realize how much I miss the baby days.

I wish I had enjoyed Maddy being a baby.

I wish I had a picture of Chunk smiling, but I couldn't catch it.