Buddy the Dog

Buddy the Dog

My mom came over this weekend to spend the night. The next morning, we were sitting around having breakfast and she started telling some stories from my childhood that happened without me (and probably my sister) knowing. Chris and I were dying laughing. Especially the stories about our family dog, Buddy. Once, a little girl from our neighborhood knocked on our door one afternoon. When my mom came to the door, the little neighbor girl said sweetly, “Mrs. Tillman, I just saw Buddy up at the grocery store.” “No, sweetie,”…

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I’m Becoming My Mother

I’m Becoming My Mother

Growing up, there were things my mom did that I just could not understand in my juvenile, young adult mind.  In fact, I didn’t understand them fully until I became a mother myself. She rode in the car without music on.  This used to drive me crazy.  She would never turn the radio on.  In my young mind, I could not fathom how you could drive around all the time without music blaring in your ears.  And then, a few months ago, I was driving around with music blaring in…

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A Sad, Fun Weekend

A Sad, Fun Weekend

We moved my mom out of her house this weekend, which was kind of sad.  But it was made infinitely less sad by the presence of my sister and her family.  Ginny and I laughed as we unloaded box after box of kitchen supplies and discovered lost memories of my dad in each one.  Take these crab claw crackers (or whatever they are actually called).  To anyone else, you might see these and think, “Crab.”  Duh.  But my sister and I saw them and remembered my dad cracking pecans with…

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Field Day

Field Day

Last week, Bean had field day at his school. I remember field day vividly from my own childhood. At my elementary school, each classroom was assigned a country. For some reason, I remember being India one year very clearly. In the weeks leading up to field day, your class learned all about your country. I can still spot the Indian flag from a mile away, thanks to Mrs. Sylvester. We also had Indian food for lunch one day, and then learned all about the country throughout the rest of the…

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A Trip Home

A Trip Home

This past weekend, our family took a trip back to our hometown of Gulf Breeze, Florida.  One of my oldest and dearest friends, Sarah, is expecting her second little girl in a few weeks, and I was so happy to be able to celebrate her this weekend. We spent the rest of our weekend spending time with Chris’s family. We hung out at his grandparent’s house, playing with a new remote control airplane out in the yard (which, incidentally, Bean and Chris have now accidentally crashed into our pool and…

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Vacation Pictures, Part Two!!!!!

Vacation Pictures, Part Two!!!!!

(This is a continuation of our vacation to the mountains of North Carolina and Tennessee.  See it from the beginning here.) At the end of our awesome first day of vacation, we came home to the mountain cabin and roasted marshmallows with Big Molly on the deck.  The kids love to roast marshmallows, but they don’t really like to eat them, so I selflessly consumed about 10 pounds of roasted fluff on their behalf. Which is why I am eating carrots and lettuce this week, like a rabbit. The next…

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Worth the Drive

Worth the Drive

Last Friday after work, Chris and I loaded the kids up and drove seven hours to Atlanta.  Early the next morning, we got up and drove five more hours to a family reunion in Piney Flats, Tennessee.  We spent the night in Tennessee after the reunion, and then drove the eleven hours home all day on Sunday.  Normally, we wouldn’t have even considered driving that far in that short of a time period, especially with the kids.  But, my grandma asked me directly if I would come.  And Grandma doesn’t…

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History Sometimes Repeats Itself

History Sometimes Repeats Itself

Friday afternoon, my mom came down to pick up the kids and take them to her house for the weekend.  Chris and I were overworked, overstressed, and in need of some down time with absolutely zero responsibility – including our children.  Nana to the rescue! As they were packing up to leave, we were all standing out in my front yard while Chris strapped their car seats into Nana’s van.  Mom and I were talking, Gracie was crawling around inside the van with Chris, and Bean was playing with a…

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I Hate Goodbyes

I Hate Goodbyes

The time has come for me to say goodbye to my dearest, oldest friend.  Sarah and her sweet little family have decided to move back to our hometown in order to raise their daughter closer to family.  It is hard to blame her, considering I am living where we are because of the same idea.  Nevertheless, it is such a hard thing to say goodbye to her. I don’t handle goodbyes well at all.  I just avoid them.  And I’ve been doing that to Sarah.  She has spent the past…

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