Southern Sweet Tea and Angel Biscuit Breakfast

My Grandma Edna was known all over Woodstock and Canton, Georgia for her biscuits.  We've tried to replicate them as a family and sometimes we can even all get together for breakfast and have them.  It just so happens we made it possible with my lastest visit to Georgia.  We all ate our weight in biscuits and then the kids played outside in the yard among Grandma's roses.

As kids, me, my siblings and cousins would jump all over the furniture until my Grandmother would coax us outside to finish off the excess sugar rush from her homemade sweet tea and jellies/preserves.  We would run around barefoot all over the yard and climb trees just like the stories you read of little middle class southern girls.  It made me cry a little remembering those times with her, as you all know by now, I miss her so much...

Cheers!

W.A.'s Momma

P.S. The last one is my favorite.  And if you know where I can find a set of glasses like that, please let me know.  She has had those forever and now they belong to my dad.

Little Boy Cousins...

When it comes to our sons, my sisters and I dont get to share alot of special moments between them because we live so far away from eachother.  We all have boys that were born in the same year and want our boys to be close (just like us).  So...when we get moments like this one...

we get teary-eyed with complete and utter joy.  At least I know I do.  I love my little rascal nephews (and my princess nieces) with all of my heart.  My heart beats with so much love when I see them.  I pulled into my sister's driveway last night to my nephew running out through the garage screaming "Aunt Mowie, Aunt Mowie!"  It just makes me long for home so much!!

Asa wanted to help feed W.A. dinner.  He calmly coaxed him to put on his pajamas and sit down in the bath as well as share all of his toys and his night-night blanket.  He had to sit next to him at every meal.  That boy will make a great big brother if my sister and her husband ever decide to go there.

Ive taken tons of pictures of all the little rascals, so stay tuned to see what posts those pictures inspire in me.  Believe me, its alot.




Cheers!

W.A.'s Momma

Happy Mother's Day to My Momma...

Dont you just love the 1970's???

Cheers!

W.A.'s Momma

Container Gardening

I have a black thumb and that is why I do all of my flower gardening in containers.  Better Homes & Gardens Magazine (free subscription when I bought my mother-in-law an edible arrangement last year) always has some great combinations for pots.  That's what we did today and I had a great helper.  Enjoy the pictures.  I had fun taking them.

Cheers!

W.A.'s Momma

Mother's Day 2011

Boys are moody (case in point, see pictures following this paragraph), rambuncious, protective (of their mommies), funny, gross, hyper, and most of all, they love their mommies ferociously for the first few years!

Irritated.

Five minutes later, happy as a clam.

You Know You're Mom to a Boy When...
By: W.A.'s Momma

1) You scream "Get down from there or you'll break you're neck" at least twelve times daily.

2) You find one of your high heels in the washing machine/dishwasher.

3) You step on a matchbox car at least twice daily (this hurts).

4) You find boogers on every surface below your knee.

5) You say "Stop wiping your nose with the front of your Tshirt" thrice daily.

6) Your wake up call is a) a slap to your face with the remote for your TV or,  b) that damn matchbox car or c) a smelly foot in your face.

7) You hear a fart followed by hysterical laughter.

8) You constantly reprimand your son for trying to ride the family dog like a pony.

9) You no longer wear those high heels you find in your appliances because it's hard to run around and play ball in those.

10) You find sandwiches in your printer's paper tray and DVD/CD drives.

11) You have to monitor the toilet so he won't play in the water and then drink it (yes, this happened just this morning. Ew.).

12) You are exhausted by (their) nap time!

Happy Mothers Day, Ladies!  Give all your precious boys a kiss from me!

And a very special Happy Mother's Day to my momma!  Thanks for being such a fun and wonderful Oma to all your grandboys!

Me and my mom, circa 1982.  Don't you love the hair on both of us?

Cheers!

W.A.'s Momma

P.S. The pink blanket in the first 2 pictures was mine when I was a baby (made by my maternal grandmother) and it's my most treasured item I own, along with my paternal grandmother's pearls.

Happy Easter 2011

Happy Easter, everyone! 

Easter, circa 1980

Over the next few days I will be busy at the gym, doing laundry at home and getting ready for my trip to Atlanta, Nashville, and back to Atlanta so I am blogging some things early since I wont have any time to do it. 

My Kentucky Gentleman and I have a conference in Nashville and before and after I will be visiting my family and two of my oldest girlfriends for what I imagine will be a "fun walk down memory lane" visit/playdate. 

I will be posting my Mothers Day post in just a few moments as well.

So, again, enjoy your Easter services and meals, and  remember why we celebrate!  Jesus Christ died on the cross for our sins so we might have everlasting life in the Kingdom of Heaven. 

God Bless!

W.A.'s Momma

It Takes A Village...

When W.A. came into our lives, I was (excuse my language here) scared shitless.

My husband and I moved away from both of our families almost a decade ago.  We had no friends with children here initially, because we were still living the "parentless" life.  You know, vacations on a whim filled with good wine, good food, lazy evenings with lots of uninterrupted adult conversations....think Cape May, N.J. with $75 bottles of wine, $82 lobster tails (okay just once, but we paid that, and it was gooood).  We could stay out until wee hours of the morning and we could sleep in until ten if we wanted.

But I digress...becoming a parent has its own, more spectacular pleasures and rewards.  Back to the point...

We did find friends with children eventually and we quickly fit into the role of parents.  My ultimate saving grace though was October 2010 when a new family moved into our neighborhood...right next door.

Photo by Edwige

W.A. has a best buddy and they are exactly 4 months and 5 days apart.  They attended each other's birthday celebrations and have taken several field trips together.  His buddy also happens to have parents our age and interests in common.  His name is Liam.  When Liam hears W.A. through the open windows on a nice day he shouts, "William William William".  When W.A. hears Liam from the back porch across the fence he points excitedly and exclaims, "Liam Liam Liam."

When I say, "We are going to Liam's", he raises his little arms and screams, "Yaaaaaaaaaay!".

It couldn't be more perfect...especially when Liam's mom and I trade supervision duties once or twice a week!  We get to grocery shop minus screaming toddlers.  We can take a nap, clean the house, bake a cake, do laundry, plant flowers, etc.  Those two quiet hours are priceless.  Our husbands are off to work most of the week so they can't help much with a much needed break.

And the boys love it.  I am so thankful for my neighbors and the beautiful friendship our boys are developing.  Its truly amazing watching them when they get along so well...

...oh and the fresh baked breads, French lessons (yes, my baby is bilingual already!), crepes, and good old girlfriend-to-girlfriend conversations don't hurt either!

Cheers!

W.A.'s Momma