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No one else will ever know the strength of my love for you. After all, you’re the only one who knows what my heart sounds like from the inside.

{found this quote on a sign in this Etsy shop. wow.}

 

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Wow. I can’t believe it’s seriously August 1. Since my last post, we’ve been to the beach and the ER, The CRIER (Junior League quarterly publication, for which I am the assistant editor) is almost ready for publication, summer session is over at CPCC, and Operation Birthday Party is in full effect.

I can’t believe Molly Jean will be TWO in five days. It’s so crazy to think that two years has gone this quickly. I feel like I’ve always been Molly’s mom – it’s so crazy to think that I was *meant* to be her mom and that’s why it feels so right. There’s the saying that to have a child is to have your heart forever walking around outside your body. I always thought that was a sweet sentiment, of course, but I didn’t truly understand it until I held my heart in my hands the night Molly was born.

I’m currently reevaluating my commitments for the fall – I will of course work with Sweet Birdie’s Nest (shameless plug: we’re focusing on growing our business, so if you haven’t done so already, visit our blog and “like” us on Facebook!) and I don’t want to give up teaching completely, but I’m considering scaling back to just one class. I accepted a *huge* leadership role in the Junior League, which I’m excited about, but it will take a lot of my time, too. I feel like I’m missing out on time with Molly, or that when I am with her, that I’m not fully focused on her. I know this is an age-old quandary for all moms who work at home, work outside the home, and work from home, and I know that we’ll all survive and I know that I’ll continue to be the best mom I can be for my favorite girl.

Oh, and the ER visit? Apparently you can dislocate a child’s elbow by swinging her from her arms. Who knew?! Molly was a trooper at the hospital and requested that I sing “You Are My Sunshine,” about a trillion times. And since she was in pain, I did. Jim and I dutifully took a small lecture from the doctor about how we should always pick up a “child this size” from under her arms. The crazy thing is is that I *know* I’m not supposed to swing her from her arms, but we do {er, did} it all the time and she loved it. And at My Gym the other day? I can’t believe how many parents pulled their children out of the balls or off the ground by their arms. I inwardly cringed every time I saw it happen.

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And because I know some people are dying to see some pictures, here are a few from the beach:

happy family

for the most part, molly *loved* the beach and spent a good bit of time in the water

molly missed addison the week we got back!

 

this was fun - trying to capture 4 children's attention. or at least i'm sure it was amusing for the people watching us.

 

 

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Jim was out of town this past weekend on a golf trip with my brother-in-law and my dad, and Molly missed him so. She kept saying, “Daddy working” or “Daddy at work?” Try as I might, I couldn’t get that girl to say “golf” or “beach.” She’ll repeat any other words I say, you know, but she was convinced that Daddy was at work. A woman in the cleaning aisle at Target on Friday got a good chuckle out of mine and Molly’s conversation.

Molly:  ”Mommy here. Molly {which sounds like Ma-ee} here. Daddy at work.”

Me:  ”No, baby…Daddy is playing GOLF. He’s at the BEACH.”

MJ:  ”Daddy work.”

Me:  ”Golf.  Beach.”

MJ:  ”DADDY!”

Me:  ”Daddy playing golf.”

MJ:  ”Daddy working. Play? Play!? Read? Down. Cart. Down. Ma-ee play.”

I heard laughter at this point and the woman was trying so hard to keep a straight face.

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Molly and I had our own fun weekend plans. On Thursday night, Mom, Bev and the kids came over with take-out and we spent the evening outside playing kickball and planting flowers.

I’m so clever: I bought my annuals and conveniently invited my sister over to help me pot them. {Thanks a ton, Beverly! I *really* appreciate it!}

Before the kickball game got too exciting, I had to pick up the dog poop in the backyard so Jackson and Benjamin {and Nana and Beverly – oh, yes, I wish I had had the video camera out!} wouldn’t step in it. I was bending over, getting what I thought was the last of it, when Molly walks up to me with a piece of Allie’s poop in her hand. She was just holding it out to me, as if to say, “Here Mom, you missed some.” My mom and I about died and my mom swooped Molly up and got her in the house to wash her hands.

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The rest of our weekend was spent with dear friends. My college friends came to town and we had a quiet, relaxing, fun-filled weekend. Wait. There were three toddlers in my house. It was not quiet, but we had a blast anyway. Julia and I have been trying to get together for months now, so I pretty much told her she needed to come and bring the girls this weekend. So then we invited Emily and Marylu {and Jules was kind enough to pick them up on the way here} and Chrissy came over and it was a Hinton James/University Commons/Carolina girls reunion complete with trading clothes, eating chips and salsa, and drinking wine.

This weekend together was a little different than weekends in the past, but it wasn’t any less fun or special. I love that we have been friends for over ten years now and how easily we fall into a comfortable place with each other. The weather was gorgeous, so we spent most of the weekend outside. I almost burnt the house down making bacon, the toddlers ran around in their diapers after getting soaked at the water table, and we just talked.

Thanks, girls, for coming to town!  Molly and I enjoyed our visit and hope to see you again SOON!

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