Lunch Date

I had a lunch date with such a handsome fella today.

It was at this great little outdoor cafe we know.

They have the best view of the fall foliage.

Not to mention, they serve their tuna salad sandwiches on these cute little plates with a side of apple slices....the big kind.

It's the only place I know of that serves "Incredible Hulk Soup". Although others try to pass off their take on it as broccoli cheese soup, it's just never quite the same as this place.

And they have a vast array of sweets for dessert!

Our Trip to the Pumpkin Patch

On Friday, Bear had a small *ahem* procedure done which laid him out for the rest of the weekend. (Let's just say no more pregnancies for me!) I had to think of a way to get the kids out of the house because if they're within 15 feet of Daddy, they're wanting to climb, jump, flip, spin, you name it.

We went to Washington Farms in Watkinsville to pick out our Halloween pumpkin. I had no idea the adventure it would be as a single parent of two toddlers. Whew! I didn't get a picture of the pig/duck races (Jonah's favorite part) and shooting the corn cannon but I think I covered pretty much everything else. Oh-and sorry about the snotty noses. Part of it is just genetics (apparently Bear's nose was a constant drip when he was little) and part of it is I didn't have a free hand to wipe every 20 seconds. We came home and crashed before going to GB and Pop's to watch the Georgia game on TV. Next year, we're all going as a family.



Waiting on the hay ride




Here it comes!
(We were a bit perturbed that it wasn't a John Deere.)




Chillin' on the ride up to the farm activities-
don't you just love those little, round heads?!




Why couldn't she have been this still
during her one year portraits?




Does this look a little too high to anyone else?



It wasn't as fast as I thought it would be.




Workin' up the nerve....




Here he comes!




Playing in the corn box




I'm pretty sure she ate most of it.



Making corn angels



I'm still finding corn in shoes, socks, undies, pockets.....




No one's broken the news to her about the raised driving age yet.




On the jumping pillow




I love this shot. :)




Possibly his favorite part....next to the pig races.




Everyone else's cows had names like Oreo, Jelly Bean, and
Milky Way. Jeffrey? Really?




Much happier once Sister decided she didn't want to ride.




Get along little doggie...or something like that.





Our pumpkin was a whoppin' 18-pounder!

 

What a great day! (I'm feel the urge to nap just reliving it!)

Bachelorette Parties and Naked Mole Rats

Yep. You read that right.

Friday, I took the kids to the zoo with my friend, Jessie, and her two kids, Grayson and Colbie Via (pronounced Vi). We were either really brave or really crazy. It was SO hot! We went about a month ago and apparently had forgotten the vow to never return after only covering half of the exhibits. The day started out promising. We began at the parakeets, which are housed in a open-air type pen. You walk in and they're free to fly around you much like the butterflies at Callaway Gardens. It was very cool.

The lady told us that they had just released all of the fledglings born this year into the open area and they were trying to get accquainted to their new surroundings. These birds were dive-bombing every person who walked in! Surprisingly, Jonah didn't seem to notice the sneak attacks. All he cared about was feeding the brightly colored birds....of course, because that costs extra. A little girl had bought too many seed sticks so she kindly offered our boys her extras.

After our free hand-feeding, we proceeded with our educational tour. Jessie and I are thinking we're doing pretty good. I mean, we're already beating the system with our free seed sticks. Then came the question of the day: "Are we going to see the naked mole rats?"


Huh? How do three-year-olds know about naked mole rats? We don't even have cable. With every stop came the question, "Is this the naked mole rats? Where are the naked mole rats? I don't see the naked mole rats." To be perfectly honest, I think they just liked saying the word 'naked'. For those of you who are unfamiliar with these dear little creatures, here you go.

Ew. Is that not the grossest thing you've ever seen? They were in heaven!

....and out the other side.....

I think this says it all!

Lewis Grizzard has a quote:

"In the south there's a difference between 'Naked' and 'Nekkid'. 'Naked' means
you don't have any clothes on. 'Nekkid' means you don't have any clothes
on....and you're up to somethin'!"

I don't know about you but something this ugly is definitely up to somethin'!

Speaking of.... Saturday night was my sister's bachelorette party. She's getting married August 15 in Mexico.

Our "Tantie Tatie"

No, this is not her real dress.

Check out that bow in the back. That's my handiwork!

It was an interesting night to say the least. This little Cinderella was home before midnight lest she turn into a pumpkin but the part of the festivities I did partake in were enough to last me a lifetime. I told Bear I'm so glad I will never be in the dating game again. Way too much pressure! My seat was by the front door and I enjoyed people-watching most of the evening. Every single person looked like they had tried so hard to look just like everybody else. They all cared so hard what people thought and the goal was all the same: to get 'nekkid'. You know it was.

On the way home, I pondered the blessing of nakedness. (Could've been the Spanx digging into my ribs or the delayed heat stroke from the zoo-I don't know.) The purpose of Jesus was so I could be naked before God, Maker of Heaven and Earth. He came to bring me back to the way it was supposed to be in the Garden. No pressure, pretense, or prejudice. Just me. The real me. Pretty amazing. Pretty incredible. Pretty hard for me.

I'm not usually one to raise my hands or lose myself in worship while at church. What would people think? I mean, what if someone was watching? He is watching. Waiting for me to drop my own pride and come to Him completely open, completely honest, completley naked. Baring all of my questions and doubts. Funny thing is He desires me to be 'naked' even when I'm 'nekkid'. And it's when I'm 'nekkid' that I truly need to be 'naked'. Does that make sense? I hope so. It was pretty late when this hit me and at the time it seemed quite profound. It's pretty scary too, beng naked before God with all of my faults and failures, but He knows me already. He knows all of that and yet still loves me. There's no shame involved because there I find forgiveness. So I find it encouraging and hope you do too.

"The man and his wife were both naked, and they felt no shame." Genesis 2:25

This is where all the little naked mole rats entered....