Saturday, September 25, 2010

A Lot Can Change in a Week

A switch has been flipped in Olivia.

Perhaps it's a precursor to the dreaded terrible twos.

Allison warned me this would happen back when Sarah started her terrible twos. She said, believe it or not, one day my sweet little girl would turn into a little terror.

And she has.

It started on Monday. We went to dinner at Olive Garden, and she was horrible! She screamed when I put her in the high chair.

And she screamed.....and she screamed.

I felt so sorry for the people around us.

And the next day she had a tantrum at the grocery store. A lady picking up a carton of milk looked at me and smiled and said that one day I would miss these days.

She's probably right.

And the last few nights, Olivia has woken up in a fit. She goes from sleeping one second to sitting up and screaming in a tantrum.

She's like a different child all of a sudden.

Even Kevin was frustrated last night. And Kevin NEVER gets frustrated with her. That was the first time in her eighteen-month existence that she's been able to push Daddy's buttons.

This too shall pass. It's just hard to believe that my sweet, little peanut can be such a little monster!



Friday, September 24, 2010

Our Trip to the Farmers Market

Kevin and I took Olivia to the Farmers Market last Saturday in downtown Greenville.

We browsed through the different vendors. I expected there to be more of an assortment of produce, but I guess it's a little late in the season for that. We picked up some huge heirloom tomatoes, a bag of multicolored grape tomatoes and fresh okra.

I fried the okra that night, and it was out of this world good!! I love fried okra!! I used Paula Deen's recipe.

We also picked up some flowers for Olivia. They were a small bouquet of zinnias and hosta leaves in a mason jar and tied with natural colored raffia. So cute and sweet!

We also walked around Falls Park. We didn't take our camera, but here are a few pictures we took with the iPhone.



Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Last Day of Summer

Thank goodness! It's been a miserable summer--scorching temps day after day after day.

Tomorrow marks the first day of Fall. I can't wait for the milder days. I have Fall Fever. I'm ready for jeans and light, long-sleeved shirts. I'm ready for pumpkins. I want to watch football on a cool, crisp Saturday!

Aaahhh...sounds like Heaven!

Olivia and I were able to get out and play a little this afternoon once it cooled off a bit. She's ready for fall, too!

For whatever reason, Olivia likes to put her Mickey and Minnie in her trash can.

And she likes to walk them around the yard.

Here's looking forward to fall!



Sunday, September 12, 2010

Sarah's 2nd Birthday Party

Sarah turned the BIG 2 this week, and we had a small party at Nana and Papa's house today.

Sarah and Olivia had lots of fun together, but the biggest party animal was this little guy...

Bradley is a real animal!! Here's a few pictures of all the fun.



Saturday, September 11, 2010

Things I Remember and Things I Don't

I remember standing in my Granny's kitchen when I was a kid as she recalled exactly where she was and what she was doing when JFK was killed.

I don't remember how old I was.


Not over 10 I'm sure.

And I remember thinking how extraordinary it was that Granny had, in a sense, pinned a Post-It Note on her brain the day JFK was shot. It's as if she jotted down the date, time, what she was doing and the things she felt in that moment back in 1963, and then on that unknown day in 1980-something, she pulled out this figurative Post-It Note and read it to me.

I remember being amazed at how clear her recollection was. I remember wondering if I would ever have a similar experience--witnessing something so profound that time would stand still, and I would remember date, time, what I was doing and feeling.

I don't remember the moment the Challenger exploded. My kindergarten class didn't watch the launch on TV that morning.

I do remember when the Gulf War started. I remember thinking that Wars were only something to be read about in history books, certainly not something to be experienced in my lifetime.

I had a pen-pal--a woman soldier. I don't remember her name, but we sent a lot of letters to each other.

I don't remember where I was or what I was doing as the Colombine tragedy unfolded.

I do remember the OJ chase. My family and I were in Atalanta for a Braves game, and I remember watching that white Bronco on TV in our hotel room.

I don't remember the moment I learned of Princess Diana's death. I was a senior in High School, and I remember being very sad.

I do remember 9/11.

I remember the entire day.

It was a Tuesday.

All my roommates and I were getting ready for class. My roommate, Jessica, always watched the news in the morning (she watched the news all the time!) She was in her room and started screaming for us to come look! She was screaming that a plan hit the World Trade Center.

I was shocked! What a horrible accident. Those poor people.

But, I had class. I had to get dressed and out the door.

I next remember sitting in the floor in my room putting on my shoes, and Jessica starts screaming again. This time much more panicked. She kept repeating, "I saw it! I saw it! Another plan hit! I saw it!"

I knew something was very wrong, but that was New York. I was in Clemson, and I had to get to class.

I remember it being odd that my professor didn't say anything about what was happening.

I remember after class walking through the Horseshoe and stopping to talk to someone. I don't remember her name, but she told me that a plane had hit the Pentagon. I remember saying to her, "Who do they think they're messing with?" This is the United States of America, for God's sake.

I remember my mom calling. It was a brief conversation. She basically told me to get to a gas station and fill up my car and be ready to come home at a moments notice.

I remember being glued to the TV. I couldn't turn it off. I felt guilty even thinking about turning it off. I watched until my eyes literally throbbed--hour after hour after hour.

And that's how I spent the next several days. Every spare moment I had was spent watching New York.

That day will forever be "pinned" to my brain.