Chris and Aimee's Wedding: Part Deux

This is the sequel to the previous post...

These are a couple of the photos I took during the reception. I am a teeny bit mad at myself because they are light because I was taking some scenery pictures and had switched my camera to beach mode. It makes the light and water and sky more vivid... not so much when taking pictures of people. I guess that's what happens when you drink ( __ insert number here...any number) glasses of wine and operate machinery at the same time.

OK...So I'm cooking all day today. Yes, I can see you squinting at the screen now. I am cooking. Thanksgiving is my most absolute favorite holiday. Thinking about breaking out the maternity pants for one last use...

Can't wait.

Leo III and Nan

The cousins Beau and his GranddadBeau and his GrandparentsLeo Jr., Leo III, Beau, and Leo IV

And like I said in the last post...I have a TON more. So family, just let me know if you want me to email them and I will.

I'm off to the kitchen. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Planes, Trains, and Rental Cars

The wedding crasher.

Ahh...Miami.

We got in last night from our weekend blitz in Miami. We flew, which makes me a basketcase anyway (if you aren't a frequent blog reader...I have serious anxiety), and I was extra on edge because this was going to be Beau's first flight and I wasn't sure how he was going to take it. Plus, for a three day trip we had 1) A huge suitcase that had all three of our clothes/shoes in it. 2) Another huge bag that had the pack n' play (Beau's travel crib), and my large toiletry bag and a few other random things in it. 3) The carseat and carseat base. 4) The diaper bag. 5) The stroller. 6) Leo's laptop bag...and finally...7) My quite large purse. So that's a lot of stuff to carry through the airport, right? Oh... Did I mention we rode Marta TO the airport? Yeah. It was fun. So I was already stressed and exhausted by the time we got onto the plane. Luckily, Beau was exhausted too and slept the whole flight. After we landed we had to gather all our things and then ride a BUS to the rental car place. So for those keeping track, that's a train (and actually we had to switch lines, so I think that should count twice) a plane, a bus, and a car. By the time we got into Devin and Peg's (Leo's aunt and uncle who were nice enough to let us stay with them) we joked that it took us the same amount of time to fly as it would have to drive.

Anyway...we survived. And actually it was a great weekend. The whole reason we were going was Leo's cousin Chris's wedding. It was lovely. And, it is always great to see everyone. I took about two hundred pictures (and I'm not exaggerating for effect, either) so I picked out my favorite ones. I'm splitting them up into two posts. Family, if you email me or leave me a comment with your email address I will be happy to email the whole caboodle to you.

These are from before and during the ceremony...It was Beau's nap time when we got there. He was OUT.

Devin Jr., Chris, and Leo IVWaiting for his bride.Rings. So cute.

Cute moment between Jamie and Buffin.

Check the next post for a bazillion more pictures.

Leaving on a Jet Plane

Currently running around like crazy getting things together for our weekend-wedding-Furlong family-extravaganza in Miami. As usual, haven't packed a thing. This will be Beau's first plane trip...and probably mom melt-down #1,248... and counting.

Be back Monday.

Talk to you then...

A Little Behind...

So sorry. I'm a bit behind. Beau got a nasty cold that lasted for about ten days. It was so sad. Who knew that much snot could come from such a small nose? Poor guy sounded like Bea Arthur for a few days he was so congested. And remember when I told you that I thought I was going to get sick next?...Well, Mama's always right. And I went down HARD. Ears, nose, throat, head...everything was swollen, aching, stuffy, pounding and runny. Thank you to my mom for coming and helping me with Beau during the day the past couple of days. What a lifesaver.

Well, since my last post, Beau had his nine month anniversary of life outside the womb. Since the last update we have had to install the world's largest, world's ugliest baby gate that closes off the opening from our living room and kitchen. One of Beau's favorite things to do is hold on to it and jump up and down and shriek and laugh. That, and let the dog give him open mouth kisses when I'm not looking. Gross.

He is talking all the time in his own little language. His favorite things to say are "mamamama", "dadadada" and "babababa". In addition to talking, Beau enjoys squealing at the top of his lungs when we are in public places like Target and places like, oh, say, church. Also his fun new game is throwing things on the ground over and over over again. So fun. Really.

Beau is so curious and is getting into everything. You should see my house. My furniture is all arranged to block bookshelves and openings. All my sofa cushions are on the fireplace hearth. The blinds are all pulled up with the strings and curtains tied up so little hands can't reach them. Not to mention the afore described baby gate. Looks like I'm in the market for a couple more of those suckers since yesterday Beau started climbing the stairs. The girl inside me that loves my cute house has been smothered by the mom that doesn't want to go to the ER.

The big accomplishment of this month is that we are now standing all by ourselves. (Yes, Leo and I are too.) Beau is getting to where he can stand without holding onto anything for a good amount of time. He is getting better and better cruising on the furniture too. I think we are going to have a walker here before Christmas.

These are a couple of Beau in one of his favorite spots. Looking out the dining room window.

runny nose and full memory

Hi Family/Friends/Acquaintances/Random Strangers/Blog Stalkers (don't be ashamed, I'm included in that category too...). The Furlongs are currently battling the first of this fall's runny noses, coughs, and colds. Beau has felt puny for the past few days and I think I am about to fall as the next victim. In addition to all that... I tried to upload some photos (because I know I owe you guys some new pictures) but there is no more room on my computer! Isn't that impressive? I've taken so many I have used up all my memory. Well, between that and all the showtunes I download...So I have a project of transferring all of them on CD...which I need to do anyway because I have a recurring nightmare where my computer crashes and I lose all my sweet, precious pictures. So I'll work on that today, free up some space, and upload my way back into your good graces...

The Morning After the Morning After...

November 4th was the day I have been waiting for for months now. I have eagerly watched results from the primaries. Hung on every word for both the DNC and RNC. Watched countless hours of cable news stations and read political blogs. Scrutinized poll numbers and rationalized electoral maps. And finally...it got here.

I have been slightly obsessed with politics since I voted for the first time in a Presidential Election in 2000. I think it all goes back to my love of theatre. And nothing is more theatrical than a Presidential Campaign.

...and for that matter the days following a very intense election...

I have such strong convictions about what I believe is the best course for this nation, especially now that I have a family. It really all boils down to this: I believe in limited government and privatization. I believe in self-responsibility. I have strong, traditional, Christian values. I believe in the free-market and capitalism. I think low taxes leads to job growth, and therefore creates prosperity for everyone. This does NOT, in any way, mean I am anti-poor, anti-minority, anti-gay, anti-woman, or anything else the liberals want to label me as. Especially anti-American.

After all, isn't it our different opinions and our RIGHT to express these opinions what we should be celebrating about our great nation? However, I have never seen, or experienced emotions so high. I personally have been attacked on Facebook for stating my political beliefs on my own page. And I am actually hesitant to post this blog because I have heard of another blogger being defiled simply for posting pictures of her daughter in an elephant t-shirt. Come on people! The hypocrisy is running rampant. How can you claim I am un-American and then attack me personally for merely stating my political opinion? I have even been very careful in my words not to use aggressive tones or demeaning rhetoric toward the other side. I have not attacked any one's family, lifestyle, or beliefs. Just stated my own. Which I believe is my Constitutional right.

We are so blessed to live in a country where we can be so open about what our beliefs are, different they may be. And, hopefully, at the end of the day, we can all sit down and have beer together, and say we are better for surrounding ourselves with people who think differently from us.

You are welcome to comment...however please refrain from attacking. You can state your case without belittling, mud-slinging, or name calling. This goes for both sides. I am open to a civilized conversation.

And for once in my life I can say I'm tired of the drama.

A lesson:

Beau: pronounced Bo

not Bew
not Boo

CC: Cobb Pediatrics

H A L L O W E E N

I have been looking forward to carving our pumpkins. Leo was in charge of the medium and small one. It took him about 10 minutes to do both of them. I, however, spent the better part of an hour carefully sketching and carving the big one. My big plans included the GT logo for Georgia Tech. I was sooo close to being finished...and my knife slips....slicing across the front of the pumpkin...and taking with it my work of art. Ugh. So Leo had to fix it... and it turned out like.......this. Niiiiice.
Halloween night we went over to my Gramp's house. Beau was a lion cub. He loved his costume and was really excited that I made (uh, I mean, LET) him wear it all day. Even to the grocery store. And when I say loved...I mean hated.

We did a "WICKED" (or Wizard of Oz) theme. I was Glenda the Good Witch, Beau was the lion cub, Lori was Elphaba the Wicked Witch, and Matt, her boyfriend, was such a great sport and was the Scarecrow. Leo was supposed to be the tin man, but as you can see...that didn't fly. My husband loves Halloween. (And once again I'm using the word "love" very loosely.)

I love this picture. The tennis shoes and the beer cans are a nice touch. Don't you think?

The fuzz ball in the bottom right is Beau's mane. He was so cute crawling around.

Me and Gramps.

Lori and I doing our "WICKED" impression.

See?