Today, this little boy, my 5 year old Monkey, is having root canals and other preventative dental work. I could go on and on and on about how this makes me feel like I’ve failed my son in some way, like I’m less of a parent…. but I won’t. I will ask that you pray…
Happy Birthday, to the first man in my life. Happy Birthday to the one who showed me what to look for in a husband Happy Birthday, to the best Grandpa any Monkey could have. We love you. Thank you for all the lessons: love, patience, laughter, appreciation, joy and independence. Thank you…
Just a little fun from my two favorite boys. We’re on the road today headed towards my brother’s wedding!!! He’s getting married at the Waco Zoo tomorrow. I’m SO excited! What Friday Fun do y’all have to share? I’d love to hear it. and don’t forget about Deanna’s Food Foto Friday
“Rachel, I don’t want you to grow up” – Granny, to a young me my response “Why Granny, Won’t you love me when I’m bigger?” I don’t know how old I was at the time of that conversation, and I don’t remember her response to me, but now that I have my own children –…
One Thousand Posts This is the One Thousandth post on this blog. One thousand notes, recipes, tidbits, pictures, random thoughts… One thousand moments of my life our lives recorded here. I admit, I had no idea what I was doing when I started From The Land of Monkeys and Princesses I had no clue when…
I wrote a post a few years ago about my amazing husband and how he expresses his love with his own language – when I comment about not having enough storage space in my pantry, he goes out to the garage and builds me new shelves; when he knows I’ve had a long day…
We are storytellers by nature. Whether that’s because we’re southern, or just simply human – in my family, stories fill our days and nights. Some of our stories are funny, some are sad, some are serious and some (if told by Monkey) are highly embellished and exaggerated. Stories are a way of keeping people alive…
The other night we were at a friend’s house relaxing when the back door flew open and Monkey came barreling into the room, his little face bright red and his eyes sparking with anger, tears and that wicked gleam that only appears when tattling on a sibling… Following coolly and calmly on his heels, is…
Weren’t we just moving you into a big boy bed? and now. You’re growing, changing, moving faster than my heart. Ready. (wait, let me get my camera) Set (hold on, let me change my settings) Be. Still. My. Heart. No Training Wheels Bike vs. Neighbor’s Brush Guard aka Thank God For Helmets Even at 5,…
Want to know me better? I do. I learn a great deal about myself when I look back over the past year of posts, I see what I’ve gained, lost, learned, missed… Whether it’s a recipe, a photograph, a story – here are the posts that I best think show the last year January 2011…
Every year, Nathan and I put the kids in the car, grab a pizza and drinks, put on Christmas music and drive around looking at Christmas lights for hours. We’ve done this since Princess was 1 year old – it’s something we all look forward to. It’s as much a part of our Christmas as…
In case you need a grin today – Here’s Monkey’s little Hip Hop performance from his school’s Holiday Extravaganza this past weekend. (He’s the one in blue and grey – my husband was the cameraman) Peace Out, Yo!