"Every wedding is a royal wedding..."

"for we are subjects of the King of Creation," as spoken by the Bishop of London.

My breakfast setup to watch the Royal Wedding

When B asked if I was going to set an alarm to get up for real time coverage I said, "I did. His name is Jack."

The bride looked absolute perfection, and the groom appeared dashing and appropriately smitten with the bride. I loved the bells ringing in the background. Everything was like a real-life Disney. Today's society is so casual, which made the pageantry of it all that much more special. What a fun moment in history!

Related topic: I beseech you, fellow American ladies. Let us bring back hats as a fashion staple!

Quiet Day

I just woke up from a 3 hour nap with my boy. He had his two month doctor appointment today and the vaccines that come with it, so I can tell he's not feeling his very best, although I'm still catching some smiles now and then.

After I get up from here, I'm making some scones to pair with my tea for my personal Royal Wedding watching party. Who else is waking up in the early hours to watch?!?

This past Saturday my brother drove down from Denton to visit us. {His band has been in the studio recording some new music. I may or may not have heard an early cut of one of their new tunes...and I like!} My parents joined us too, and treated us to lunch outside at So7 Love Shack in perfect weather. It was a good family day.

I found these sunglasses for Jack at Nordstrom last week and HAD to have them. Mini wayfarers!

Jack's First Easter

Our very first {acceptable for public viewing} photo as a family of three.

Jack's {suh-weet!} Easter sailor suit.


For Jack's first Easter, we attended our church's early service and Sunday school, then headed to my parents' house for lunch. My mother's brother and sister and their families were able to make it, which was so fun! It reminded me of old family Easter lunches with one exception--no egg hunt since Jack is a bit too small. Maybe next year?

My aunt made her dee-lish homemade potato salad for the first time in years. Sweet mercy. I had a second helping for supper last night before we drove home. I should've confiscated all the leftovers and brought them back with me--so good.

I just want to hang on to these memories. My tiny boy. A pale blue sailor suit and tiny white shoes. His dad reminding me to stop and take a photo even though we're running late. The blessing of his good health. The blessing of HIM. My silent prayers during the service for his salvation. Comparing my love for my son to God's love for His Son. Overwhelmed and changed.

Happy Easter!

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade. 1 Peter 1:3-4

We are praising God for this wonderful Easter Day, where we celebrate the risen Savior who was the sacrifice for our sin so that we could have a relationship with God. Our prayer is that you would know Him and worship Him too.

Royal Watching

This is a hoot.

Am I the only one excited about Kate and Wills's matrimonial adventure?

Weekend Haps

Snapped this morning after a busy weekend. I am in love with this kid.

This past weekend we headed to the farm for an overnight Friday. We got there early enough that my parents kept Jack while B and I had a date night. So much fun! We drove south to Fairfield for supper a great steakhouse, then came back to Corsicana for coffee (or tea in my case) at Two Doors Down, a cute coffeehouse in downtown. They had Friday night karaoke going on, which was so fun!

Saturday morning, my mom, Grannie, Jack, and I were off to a wedding shower for my cousin's bride-to-be near Austin. I, being the rookie mother that I am, naively thought that I could keep my son awake during parts of our drive there and back. He slept most of the way (that's 6 hours round trip) then all the way back to Fort Worth (add another hour and a half) and that night he didn't sleep that well. Never you mind that I had just tweeted that morning about his fabulous (seriously, wonderful!) sleeping habits. So he and I missed church Sunday morning since I could barely see straight I was so tired. We had a great trip though, and Jack got to meet our aunt, uncle, and cousins!

Last night the J-bird fell right back into the sleep pattern he's had for the past couple of weeks. He goes down around 10 PM and wakes at 4 AM for just a couple of ounces, then goes right back down until 7 AM. It's wonderful!

All in all, a great weekend. Hope yours was too!

Yep, We're Still Here.

I made chocolate mustaches to give out to guests who came to visit us in the hospital and at home. They had a cute little tag that read, "It's a boy! JMG," that hopefully I have a pic of floating around here somewhere. That project was the weekend before this cute little guy was born when I was looking for anything and everything to keep my mind occupied, if you know what I mean.

As the title says, we're still here! I am having so much fun being the mother of this great little boy and am soaking up every second of my 12 week maternity leave. What a blessing it is to have off this much time with my boy. Tomorrow we're heading up to my office to show him off and give me a little dose of reality, I think. But until May 26, I am loving the life of stay at home mom. Sleep 'til 7? I believe I will! Lunch with friends? What time should I be there? Grocery shopping with no line? Thank you very much! I've targeted the trouble spots in my home and have already organized the pantry and linen closet, so now I'm on to the laundry room, master closet, and I keep eyeballing the garage.

I know! Crazy!

But you didn't come here to read about my post-partum nesting. On to the boy! He's awesome. Seriously, just awesome. Even his crying and waking in the night is awesome to me. I'm using that quiet time to thank God for him and pray over him.

And he doesn't hate bathtime anymore. Oh no sirree! He is very content now in the water and just talks to me so sweetly during that time. It is amazing how quickly they learn and adjust to things. He's even opening his mouth for a bottle as soon as I place the burp rag under his chin. Genius!

One quick funny grandparent conversation here, and I'm off to bed.

Me: I'm thinking of putting Jack in the church nursery tomorrow. Don't you think that's okay? {Jack was 4 weeks old that day.}

Mom: I don't know...let me ask your dad what he thinks.

(Dad talking in the background)

Mom: Your dad says 6 weeks.

Me: When did you put us in the nursery?

Mom: Well, let's see. I had Drew on a Monday and played the organ at church that next Sunday. So...one week old.

Me: So it's good enough for your kid to go at a week, but your grandkid has to wait until 6 weeks?

Mom: Yep!

Me: (slightly offended) He's totally going to the nursery tomorrow.

I had no idea grandparents were so crazy about their grandkids.