Busy September!

Hello everyone! I'm sorry I'm so far behind in posting. September has been a very busy month. I started the month in NC with Baby Chef. We had a Breakfast at Tiffany's themed birthday celebration for her birthday and I met some of her friends, which eased my mind about her being so far away. Here are a few pictures from the party.




The Beautiful Birthday Girl!

Baby Chef flew back home with me and I got to spend 9 more days with her! We had a great time but she was very busy with school work.

The first week of September, I was in charge of a steak dinner our booster club hosts every year before our first home football game. We served 307 people which is one of the best turn outs we've had in a long time. We also won our game which made the night even more special.

I've been extremely busy at work too! We have 3 major trials coming up - 1 starting tomorrow, 1 in October and 1 in November. The past few afternoons I've spent in the basement of our courthouse doing research. The basement is a place I'd rather not visit. It's dark and creepy and I'd rather not go there alone except for Friday when I was struggling with these huge books that looked like something from a Harry Potter movie - complete with dust and bugs! I had to take twelve years worth of books from shelves, find the documents I needed, take the book apart (which was the hard part because some were so old, I had to either take a hammer to mash the prongs down to get the covers off, or put the book in the floor and stand on the prongs), and finally make copies. I worked on this for most of Friday afternoon and started back again yesterday afternoon when I ran into a serious propblem - I couldn't get the last 4 years books apart, which meant I would have to walk up the stairs with my "Harry Potter" size book (they were almost as big as I am) and try to get them on the copier to make copies. I'm sweating, saying bad words in my head, and I'm on a mission to find some pliers or any other type of tool I can get my hands on, because there's no way I can carry another book up the stairs. As luck would have it I finally find some pliers and I'm turning with all I have trying to get the book apart, when one of the ladies from the clerk's office offers her help. I explain to her that I can't get the prongs off and there's no way I can carry another book. I must have looked and sounded like some crazed lunatic. She pats my arm and tells me "You poor thing....you'll never get those open like that. Didn't someone tell you there's a key?" She pulled the "key" which also looked like something from a Harry Potter movie from her pocket, sticks it in the end of the book binding and the top came right off! Needless to say I felt like an idiot. I hugged her big and I'll be bringing her homemade brownies tomorrow : )

Baby Chef's "Birthday" Story

I'm sorry that I didn't get to post this on Baby Chef's birthday. I was a little busy flying to NC to see her for the first time since she moved. This is her story:


On Monday, August 31, 1992 at 11:08 p.m., I was blessed with a dark haired beautiful baby girl! She weighed 8 pounds and was 20" long.

It was EG's Daddy's first day of preschool. I woke up bright and early with the feeling that something just wasn't right. Farmer Boo was a little grumpy because EG's Daddy was leaving him behind. To make up for EG's Daddy leaving, Farmer Boo and I went to Wal-Mart to do a little shopping.

I called Gma that morning and told her that I wasn't feeling bad but something just wasn't right, and if I didn't feel better when the boys woke up from their nap, I might need to go to the doctor. She got a little irritated with me and asked could I not wait until Wednesday, which was my next scheduled appointment. I told her that I'd figure it out when the boys woke up.

About 3 p.m. the boys got up and I still didn't feel quite right. I called Gma and told her I was going to the doctor. I called our sitter and the doctor's office. The nurse told me to go on to the hospital. Gma and I get there and the doctor in labor and delivery checks me and tells me I'm dilated 2 cm and to go walk around the hospital complex for a couple of hours.

Gma and I began our walk. What I really mean is Gma walked...I waddled. It seemed the longer we walked the hotter it got! When we made it back to Labor and Delivery, we were both wet from head to toe and I mean that literally. The doctor came in and gave me the good news that he was going to admit me and was there anything I wanted before I was banished to bed. All I could say was I wanted a shower and he was smart enough to allow it. I think I may have looked a little evil and he had probably been a doctor long enough to realize not to deny a very large pregnant woman of anything she asked for!

Baby Chef's birth was very different from Farmer Boo's. It was much more calm and relaxed - other than the fact that I had no pain medicine.  I didn't start having contractions until about 9:30 p.m., which unfortunately for me, was about the time they came in to do my epidural. That was a lost cause. Thankfully, Baby Chef was born at 11:08 p.m. with only me, Baby Chef's Daddy, my wonderful nurse, and Dr. Carol.

As soon as Dr. Carol gave Baby Chef to her daddy, I noticed him digging around in his pocket for something. I fussed at him and warned him that if he dropped her, he wouldn't live to tell about it. After what seemed like forever, Baby Chef's Daddy brought her over to me. That's when I saw my precious daughter for the first time. She was the most beautiful little girl I had ever seen, with a head full of dark hair, which is when I realized what her daddy had been digging around in his pocket for...a hairbow!

I'm fairly certain that Baby Chef wore a hairbow every day until she was in 2nd or 3rd grade. She also wore a dress nearly every day too!

It doesn't seem like Baby Chef should be 19! I am so blessed to have her for my daughter and my best friend!

Baby Chef making pizza in kindergarten

Baby Chef loved rabbits at an early age!

Baby Chef making a sundae