Non-Framers

Granted, for the most part Beau is extremely cooperative when I break out the camera. But, contrary to popular belief, he does have his days when sweetly smiling for pictures is the last thing on his little mind. All I wanted was a cute picture of Beau on our doorstep wearing his Georgia Tech shirt. I mean, is that too much for a mom to ask? Beau, on the other hand was way more interested in the cars driving past us, passers-by, and specks on the concrete. (sigh.) Just for kicks (and to prove that Beau, too, has his days...) here is the montage of non-framers that I got.

Gym Ra(n)t

I love going to the gym. It makes me feel good. Physically and mentally. Four hours a week...all to myself. While I'm rocking out to Rhianna I can simultaneously strive for a rockin' bod and take a mental break from the day and just let my mind wander...

But today it didn't get very far...

Please, someone tell me what is the deal with the girls coming to the gym with the perfectly coiffed hair and full face of make-up? I know, I know...you are going to tell me they are just coming from the office. No my friend. Not these girls...I mean, maybe they are, but I know a newly applied layer of MAC and Pantene Extra-Hold when I see it. They are all decked out in their little matching spandex ensemble...shorty shorts and glorified bra. Boobs for miles; and yeah, we get it... your thighs don't touch. Please rub it in while I'm threatening to start an electrical fire over here on the treadmill from all the friction MY thighs are producing. Way to make me insecure in my oversize t-shirt, running shorts, mis-matched socks, lucky I even brushed my teeth. And don't remind me about putting a sports bra on a pair that nursed a very hungry little boy for five months. That is a disappearing act that even Copperfield can't top. It's really a moot point.

Um...anyway...back to what I was bitching, er, saying.


Someone please fill me in on their secret on how they manage not to sweat when they work out. Nay a hair misplaced. They could literally go from LA Fitness to the stage of the Miss Georgia pageant and not shower (or re-do their hair, for that matter). I leave that place looking like a pre-pubescent boy who just had his round in the dunk tank at the school carnival. My 5 year old oversize "Peachtree Road Race" t-shirt soaked. My hair matted and dripping.


I mean, isn't it bad enough that they take up all the prime elliptical real estate, parking their perky, spandex wrapped asses in front of Dancing With the Stars and I'm stuck with Nancy Grace squawking about "the twins". I swear, everytime she says "Caylee Anthony" (courtesy of the closed captioning) I increase my incline...now there is a hard workout. Who needs a personal trainer when you have an ongoing saga in Orlando and the most worthless "journalist" that ever existed to update with every waking detail.

Oh, and newsflash...you aren't working out hard enough if you can leisurely flip through this week's US Magazine. On the contrary, I had two pieces of pizza and macaroni and cheese (for lunch) today, so move over, make room for Heather, her sweaty self, and Rhianna. And thank you for the motivation, and Nancy Grace for the kick butt workout.

Blogger's Block

I almost strained something trying to think of a funny story, or a smart-ass comment (an area in which I consider myself an expert), but I got nothin'. We'll just chalk it up to writer's block, or um, blogger's block. But, I didn't want my lack of witty inspiration to hinder my delivery of oh-so-cute photos (which is really why most of you logged on anyway...). So I let Beau loose in the backyard. And grabbed my camera.





And, of course, I took advantage of my son's good humor for another photo op.

Just A Thought...

How is it than a man with a degree in Industrial Engineering from a top school can't put a roll of toilet paper on the holder?

Slow News Day

People with digestive issues breathe a sigh of relief. I know my husband is going to sleep a little easier tonight. This news story was featured today on another blog that I read regularly:

"Charge dropped against man accused of passing gas." (click for full story) No way Jose.

Wake Up Call

For the past 6 months Beau has been going to bed at 8:30 and waking up at 6:30. No ifs, ands, or buts. He was like clockwork. I have never been (nor is there any hope for the future, I'm afraid) a morning person, but once he started sleeping through the night I gratefully traded the sleepy night feedings/changings for the early morning wake-up call.

Last week Beau spoiled me by sleeping until 8:30 for about three days in a row. After the first time, when I rolled over and looked at the clock, then faster than I have ever moved in my life, ran into his room and checked his breathing; I got really comfy with the new, improved morning routine. I thought to myself all my dues had finally been payed and this was going to be the glorious pay-off. Alas, for the past two or three days my little cherub has been up and bright-eyed at 5 or 5:30. Each early morning I face the seemingly moral dilemma as to whether to go get him up or let him fuss a while and will him back to sleep...either way, though, I'm up. So I've been using his naps as mommy naps too, and that has cut into my "blogging" time. Plus if I don't get a certain amount of sleep I can't string three thoughts together...much less pen a witty post.


To make up for it, I have included two videos for your viewing pleasure. I do hesitate posting these, however, because I have become VERY aware of my "baby" voice. So annoying. I feel bad for Beau having to hear it all day long, and share the same sentiments for you viewing, and listening to these.

The first one shows how Beau has learned to "kiss" (for lack of a better term). It's really just devouring my nose when I say "kiss". A tongue up the nostril is bonus. Sometimes when I'm lying down playing with him he will just grab my face and smother me with "kisses". Love it. I recorded this myself this morning, therefore: I am trying to make sure the camera is on both of us, holding it with my left hand, while trying to balance an active, 20+ pound 7 month old in the other. Also, obviously my glamour squad had not shown up yet. (oh...if only? right?) Yeah, hair and make up and wardrobe...not so good. My apologies.

This video is Beau crawling (or his version, anyway). That's all.

Blog Tag. You're It.

I've been tagged... Please click here for official rules.
Seeing as I only have one other (blogger) friend (not just one other friend, you meanie) not previously tagged I'm going to throw it to Katie, who will probably have much cuter, funnier answers than me. You crafty, tennis skirt wearing, goddess you.


1. What are your nicknames?
Unfortunately, Heather doesn't really lend itself to any cool short nicknames. "He" or "Heat" just don't really have that ring to it. Leo calls me "Mom" now, among other cute pet names...that will remain between us.

2. What game show/reality show would you like to be on?
Hands down Project Runway. I wish I had the vision and the talent those designers have.

3. What is the first movie you bought on VHS/DVD?
Hmm... I don't really remember. I do remember the first CD I ever bought was "The Cranberries: Everybody Else Is Doing It So Why Can't We" circa 1993. Still have it downloaded on my Zune too!

4. What is your favorite scent?
Beau after his bath. Love it. Love it. Love it. And in the words of my friend Katie, "bottle it and sell it at Target".

5. If you had a million dollars that you could only spend on yourself, what would you do with it?
Move to where I grew up (and where my parents still live), Avondale Estates. Buy and old house and totally redo it and decorate it. Ok, and probably buy a couple pairs of Louboutins. (For the fashionably deficient, they are very awesome, very expensive shoes)

6. What one place have you visited that you can't forget and want to go back?
Rome. The history, the food, the shopping...

7. Do you trust easily?
Instictually, no. But I don't want to come across rude or hurt anyone's feelings so I usually end up talking to that weirdo on the Marta train.

8. Do you think before you act, or act before you think?
Think Think Think. That's all I do. Wish I could turn it off.

9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days? Well, its a love/hate relationship: politics. I'm obsessed and invested...so a lot has made me unhappy lately.

10. Do you have a good body image?After gaining 65 pounds during my pregnancy I worked really hard to get my body back. I'm just coming around again on the image thing...

11. What is your favorite fruit? Ripe peaches from a fruit stand on the road in the mountains. You know...where you can get boiled peanuts, too.

12. What websites do you visit daily? All my blogger friend's blogs, Facebook.

13. What have you been seriously addicted to lately? Please refer to #12, oh and Chick-fil-A ice dreams with chocolate sauce.

14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is? Witty. Inspiring. Would love to fly to South Africa and have a glass (er, bottle) of wine with her! Go read her blog. Now.

15. What is the last song that got stuck in your head?
Um, I don't remember exactly, but I can tell you with 99.9% certainty that it was a show tune.

16. What is your favorite article of clothing?
jeans jeans jeans jeans. A good pair of jeans does wonders. I live in jeans.

17. Do you think Rice Krispies are yummy?
I don't eat cereal. Now, mash that cereal together with butter and melted marshmellows...that's a different ballgame altogether.

18. What would you do if you saw $100 laying on the ground?
Pick it up, look around...and go to Target.

19. What items could you not go without during the day?
Coffee and chapstick. Besides the obvious like food and toothpaste...

20. What should you be doing right now?
Laundry...what else?

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I've noticed when I pull up my blog that it sometimes needs to be "refreshed" 5 or 6 times for my full posts to show up. Sometimes pictures are missing, sometimes dialogue is missing...(not that anyone cares about that...) but PICTURES are missing, anyway. So really the only way you can tell if an entire post is showing is that you can see the time and comments at the bottom of the post. If it doesn't give you the comment link, then try to refresh so the entire post comes up... SO ANNOYING. Are any of my other blogger friends having this problem? Is it just my page...is it just ME trying to view my own page? Or more likely still, is it just ME?

Mother's Morning...In.

Well, in response to the market, our questionable economy, and not to mention crazy gas prices because of Ike, Beau and I spent the last part of the week in the house. We usually make it a point to go somewhere everyday. Target, Old Navy, lunch with friends... they all break up the monotony that can come from being consumed with "mommyhood" that I think a lot of us stay-at-home-moms deal with. But, in an effort to save gas, and a little money we hunkered down and got some quality Mommy/Beau time in. This was especially great, too, because just recently it really hit me how fast he is growing and how much he is changing everyday. I feel like I just woke up one day and here he is "talking" and crawling and exhibiting all the new characteristics of his little personality. I know there will come a time (too soon, I'm afraid) that he won't let me hold him and kiss him. But for now, for NOW, he looks at me and lights up... I truly AM the world to him. There is no one else he would rather be with, no where else he'd rather be. The kind of pure love that this humble blogger not dare attempt to describe. So, while we are in this moment, I am consciously here, memorizing this time, when all Beau wanted in his life was his mom.

So, being newly aware of this precious time we just spent the week playing, napping, and just BEING. And so what if we didn't get out of our PJs one day? (The following pictures will prove it...) I know if Beau could talk he would say he didn't mind one bit.

Book Club

Beau decided to curl up with a good book. Dr. Seuss' ABC book... highly recommended. Maybe for your next book club?


Not only is Beau an avid reader, he has recently taken up standing. He feels both these talents will serve him well in the future.