Solemn Vows

So we were in Savannah last weekend for Preston's beautiful nuptials.  Jessie was giving me a little guff about my severe lack of blog updating lately.  I hung my head in shame, and agreed.  I promised that I would do better- after all my camera is loaded with pictures of yummy recipes for y'all to try, and my mind churns at night with all the things I want to discuss with you, dear readers.

But then when it comes to turning on my laptop, I fall asleep instead.

This lack of energy is just too much!  I was so pleased to stay at the reception until the wee hour of ten p.m. (I'm such a party animal), but then I slept the whole way home, and twelve hours Sunday night because I was so worn out from the trip.  I have time for nothing but sleep!  This is really cramping my lifestyle.

Anyway, what else is going on?

1.  I have been going to so yoga classes lately- normally I get way too antsy in yoga, being more of a bop around and bounce person.  However, maybe I am already mellowing, because it just suits me to a tee lately!

2.  Mama and I are going to the spa this weekend!  I am too tickled about this trip, to celebrate our respective 30th and 60th birthdays which occurred last month.  We are going here, in Blowing Rock.  What should I pack?  Hmmmm.  Might need some suggestions on cute preggo spa wear, ladies.

3.  Buddy and Hubs will be having a bachelor weekend, and I say there will much imbibing and cursing going on at our house during the UT-Florida game. 

4.  Buddy is a nut case as usual.  We were taking a stroll around the neighborhood the other night.  While I was looking at people's gutters (we're getting new ones, and I was deciding the color), Buddy took advantage and took off!  Now, I am not supposed to strain too had after him, or fall trying to hold him, so I dropped the leash.

What he took off after, sniffing furiously, tail waving like a furry flag?

A  damn concrete bunny. 

He came back to me, dragging his leash behind him in defeat, shamefaced.

I laughed pretty hard.

So, that's pretty much it around these parts.  I am renewing my vow to get back to almost daily blogging in front of all the interwebs as  my witness.

I'm going to try at least. . . 

Nursery Beginnings

I have found that the most difficult part of not finding out the gender of the kid currently residing in my tummy is the nursery planning.  When you look up gender neutral nursery ideas, everything seems to be tasteful neutrals.  Which is lovely, but sooo not my style.  I love color and print.

I started out with several ideas, including Khandar Jewel by Robert Allen, yellow walls, an aqua dresser/changing table, and white crib.  That all changed when I found this-

Please excuse the crappy iphone pictures.  So, dresser and crib will be antique white, and the walls will be Palladian Blue by Benjamin Moore.

The fabric is by Braemore, and will comprise the drapes and the crib skirt. 
Bumpers are going to be a great textured yellow and white fabric, which I will also make a bolster pillow for the glider (haven't found that yet- thinking a natural will work nicely.

If the bean is a boy, I will pull out the reds, and if it is a girl (my sneaking suspicion purely based on how damn tired I still am, the Chinese disagree with me and predict a boy), I will pull out the pink.

Now all I have to do is wait for our mudroom renovation to begin (and end), relocate Hubs' office to new office in mudroom, paint, add crown molding, and have my linens made. Hmmmm.

Well, this guy is geared up and ready to relocate-

Grinning from ear to ear in anticipation already!  Kind of resembles my daddy in that respect. . .

Silver Britches

I know.  I am terrible.  It's been over a week, and I have no excuse.  Well, except for work, and the fact that at 18 weeks I am still exhausted all the time.  It's getting really old.

Apparently pregnancy makes me look like a zombie.  Or maybe it's the lack of adult beverages in my life.

The good news is, I've been back in the kitchen and have lots of delicious goodies to share with you.  The bad news is, after attending a birthday party Friday night, and having people over for the game Saturday night, I couldn't even stay up to watch the Dawgs lose.  Which may not be that bad, since my retinas were seared by my alma mater's uniforms.  Why, Georgia?

I can't even discuss it.  How am I supposed to cheer Go You Silver Britches!??  Poor Larry Munson.  Please read this article if you are bored, for a brief history of the silver britches.  Obviously Nike did not.  Hmmmppphh.

I am just going to continue to picture this in my head, and yearn for its return.