Sugar and Spice

Seems like it has been a long time since last I posted – so much has happened. Our little Pumpkin has had her first hair cut, climbed in her first tree house, played in her first rain storm (looking very Zen, I might add), worn her first pony tail, been to the beach, played in the sand, and attended Uncle Poly and Aunt Corey’s wedding. Sheesh, now I know what they mean by a picture is worth a thousand words – I refer you to the attached photos for all of that. And speaking of a thousand words, Pumpkin’s vocabulary is quickly approaching that mark. Every day she amazes me by clearly articulating some need or desire. Last night she pointed out “dada’s choo choo” in the driveway (read: daddy’s truck). I’m quickly realizing that perhaps more important than her talking is me actually listening. Anyone who knows me realizes how difficult that sometimes is for me. It slapped me in the face just last week while we were in Florida and as I was carrying her down the steps of the beach ho

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a very scheduled person. Spontaneous is just not something I’ve ever been mistaken for. In addition to being scheduled, for the vast majority of my life, I’ve also been very punctual. Let me take that back. I’m not punctual, I’m habitually early. I can’t stand tardiness. I take it as a personal assault if someone is late for something I plan (other than those things you are SUPPOSED to be “fashionably” late for, of course). My staff loves this about me. My family, maybe not as much, but they adapt. All of them except for Pumpkin. Since Pumpkin’s arrival I’ve had more and more difficulty being on time, much less early. Yet, however hard Pumpkin has railed against my promptness, I have subconsciously battled back to ensure that even if I can’t be on time to any social functions ever again, I am always on time to work. Let me correct myself again, that I am always EARLY to work. This feat is especially difficult considering Pumpkin lov

It was hard to come to work this morning. Not just because I had a case of the Mondays. Not just because it’s absolutely gorgeous outside and I would rather be anywhere than in an office. And not because I have a to-do list that is a million items long and I only seem to be adding to it and not taking away. The real reason it was so extremely, painfully hard to come to work is that we had such a wonderful weekend with our little Pumpkin. Enough cannot be said about the amazing weather we had this weekend. It was beautiful. It was cool in the morning, which called for staying in our PJs a little longer than usual and having Pop cook us a big breakfast. But then the glorious sun broke free and it warmed up to a perfect 80 degrees. Perfect temp. We stayed outside for most of the day Saturday and there is simply no denying my girl’s absolute LOVE for the outdoors. We played on the swing, the slide, dragged the wagon, pushed the wagon, rode the wagon, filled the wagon with scaveng