Oh, the weekends. Crazy. Beautiful. Tiring. Fun.
Today, all the Halls went on our usual Saturday morning date to Pepper Place Farmers Market. Well, sort of usual.
Today was National Cancer Survivors Day, and UAB hosted a local celebration at the market. As part of the planning committee, I had to be there at 5:00am. It wouldn't have been so bad except that Eleanor woke up at midnight and then at 2:30am. Her sister heard the screaming at 2:30 and didn't go back to bed until almost 4:00am. My alarm went of at 4:15am. Fun times.
[I'm sure this sounds familiar to many of you out there.]
Anyway, it was a great celebration and the rest of the Halls joined in around 7:30. That's when "the usual" came back - smoked pork and chicken with grits, chocolate croissant, iced coffee, and blueberry muffins. Oh, and messy kids.
The rest of the day, we watched Eleanor climb in and out of baskets and search the house for jewelry and scarves. It's crazy - she crawls around looking for necklaces, scarves and bracelets, and we find her accessorized so much she can barely get around. She's definitely going to be my girly-girl.
Great day. Happy it's bedtime.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
365 :: 5
Thoughts for the day ::
I'm amazed at Eleanor's vocabulary. At just 12 months, she can say an incredible number of words: mama, dada, sissy, pop pop, mimi, kate kate, (we are working on grandma and grandpa) bye bye, night night, thank you, more, uh oh and no. That's quite a list.
I'm amazed at Eleanor's vocabulary. At just 12 months, she can say an incredible number of words: mama, dada, sissy, pop pop, mimi, kate kate, (we are working on grandma and grandpa) bye bye, night night, thank you, more, uh oh and no. That's quite a list.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
365 :: 4 Emma's Ballet Recital
Well, it looks like I'm already behind on my posting...
Without further ado, I present to you the much anticipated ballet recital of Emma and friends.
Without further ado, I present to you the much anticipated ballet recital of Emma and friends.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
memories - in memory
Wow. Life and death are but a mere moment apart.
Steve Malone, my former pastor - a man who taught me, challenged me and married Dugald and I is gone from this world.
My journey with Steve began at Red Mountain Church many, many moons ago. As a young 20-something I was searching for my next step in life. Unmarried and unattached, I had high hopes of escaping the Magic City.
While waiting on my next great idea, I began to attend Red Mountain Church. Steve Malone, then pastor, had been tapped to lead this new urban church - charged with a mission and vision for the community. To be frank, this place blew my mind. Incredible messages, incredible music (thanks, Brian T. Murphy) and communion like nothing I had ever experienced. Each week, I left overflowing - full of questions, full of challenges and full of life.
Let's just say, I never escaped.
My experience with Steve changed me forever. He taught and mentored me in a way that no one ever had. His words awakened in me to whole new life. He guided Dugald and I into a covenant with one another and Christ on our wedding day. If it sounds big, it is.
But his story was complicated, and in what felt like mere moments, his story at Red Mountain was over. His story with me was over.
Let's be honest, Steve made some poor choices. Choices with consequences that ran (ok, still run) very deep. I don't really know all that happened, but the experience left me with an immense understanding that we all should cling to Christ and pray for wisdom to walk away from sin.
At the end of the day, Steve Malone was created in the image of God. He was loved. He is missed.
Steve taught us a song that is sung when a child is baptized. We sang it often at Red Mountain, and I think of him every time I sing to my sweet girls.
Steve Malone, my former pastor - a man who taught me, challenged me and married Dugald and I is gone from this world.
My journey with Steve began at Red Mountain Church many, many moons ago. As a young 20-something I was searching for my next step in life. Unmarried and unattached, I had high hopes of escaping the Magic City.
While waiting on my next great idea, I began to attend Red Mountain Church. Steve Malone, then pastor, had been tapped to lead this new urban church - charged with a mission and vision for the community. To be frank, this place blew my mind. Incredible messages, incredible music (thanks, Brian T. Murphy) and communion like nothing I had ever experienced. Each week, I left overflowing - full of questions, full of challenges and full of life.
Let's just say, I never escaped.
My experience with Steve changed me forever. He taught and mentored me in a way that no one ever had. His words awakened in me to whole new life. He guided Dugald and I into a covenant with one another and Christ on our wedding day. If it sounds big, it is.
But his story was complicated, and in what felt like mere moments, his story at Red Mountain was over. His story with me was over.
Let's be honest, Steve made some poor choices. Choices with consequences that ran (ok, still run) very deep. I don't really know all that happened, but the experience left me with an immense understanding that we all should cling to Christ and pray for wisdom to walk away from sin.
At the end of the day, Steve Malone was created in the image of God. He was loved. He is missed.
Steve taught us a song that is sung when a child is baptized. We sang it often at Red Mountain, and I think of him every time I sing to my sweet girls.
I am Jesus' little lamb,
Ever glad at heart I am;
For my shepherd gently guides me,
Knows my needs and well provides me.
Loves me every day the same,
Even calls me by my name.
Ever glad at heart I am;
For my shepherd gently guides me,
Knows my needs and well provides me.
Loves me every day the same,
Even calls me by my name.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
365 :: 2 & 3
365 :: 2
Happy babies = happy mornings
365 :: 3
Our first ballet recital was tonight. So cute!
Emma's style of dancing was more interpretive than classic, but she
had a WONDERFUL time. Will post pictures tomorrow.
Happy babies = happy mornings365 :: 3
Our first ballet recital was tonight. So cute!
Emma's style of dancing was more interpretive than classic, but she
had a WONDERFUL time. Will post pictures tomorrow.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
365 :: 1
Big little, little big.
Our world is crazy. Emma wants to be a baby; Eleanor wants to be a big girl.
Case in point - snapshot before dinner - Emma has found Eleanor's binkie and crawled into Eleanor's baby chair. Eleanor has found Emma's sucker and is sitting in a wooden chair with it hanging out the side of her mouth.
Hilarious.
Our world is crazy. Emma wants to be a baby; Eleanor wants to be a big girl.
Case in point - snapshot before dinner - Emma has found Eleanor's binkie and crawled into Eleanor's baby chair. Eleanor has found Emma's sucker and is sitting in a wooden chair with it hanging out the side of her mouth.
Hilarious.
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