Showing posts from December, 2011

Hail Mary of a Baby

I went to St. Mary's school growing up. We have all gone our separate ways as we tend to do. Thanks to Facebook, several of us have reconnected. About a month ago, our sixth grade teacher died from breast cancer. Mary Glenn, who just delivered a beautiful bouncing baby boy, sent out a message and within a week almost $500 was raised in the name of Mrs. Boblett & our appreciation for her.

Shannon got married. She lives up north and works for America's Test Kitchen-- this is me, very jealous.

Some are now lawyers. One is an eye doctor. A few have dropped off the face of the earth.

Charlie is a police officer- a dangerous place to be in Augusta as we have lost two officers in as many months. Stay safe, friend. We pray for your welfare often.

Several of us have had children.

One in particular is Holly.

Holly was always very shy. She was born on Christmas day & presented to her parents in a stocking. A STOCKING! How sweet is that? Her name- Holly, very appropriate. Holly an…

Daddy's Girl

Recycling Christmas Cards

So, I did it. I cut up your Christmas cards. I didn't throw them out (well, I did throw some of them out... sorry. She got confused. Please don't axe us off the list for next year!)

I cut out the pictures and taped them to the freezer for LMC to see and enjoy. Her first pick was "Mama Bits. Mama Bits, right dere!" 

Then, of course, she saw An-Ew & JJ.

Before spotting Caleb & Miss Jessica (she wasn't sure who the third was. She asked if it was Santa Clause. Sorry, Justin.)

Where's Riley Roo? Responded with a finger on the handsome boy in the yellow shirt. 

"And remember, Matthew? Your gentleman caller?" Ohhhh.... and a finger goes straight to him.

Mr. Chip? 

Ms. Ellen? 

Andrew? (not to be confused with An-Ew or Udder An-Ew) 

Oh dear, she is quite the fan. Give it a whirl, your's will love it!

I get it.

People get really creeped out when I say that LMC & I are off for a fun-filled day at Arlington... Cemetery. They really do, I get the "wide-eyed-not-going-to-say-anything" look with a slight nod of the head, before they turn, run, and hunt for a rosary.

I get it. Hanging out in a graveyard is creepy. And weird. Even my SIL said today, "What is it with you and graveyards? Do you just like hanging out there?"

Yep. I really do. It makes me very humbled to see the rows upon rows of patriots and their families who said that their life was worth laying down to protect us and what we believe in. 
It gives LMC a chance to stretch her legs on this dreary, rainy day and I get to tell her things about those that came before her. Robert E. Lee's house, for example and what kind of gentleman he was. It's a 3-D history lesson of our patriotic past within four walls and surrounded by the many that risked their life.

Sometimes though, you see something like this: 

And …


Ribbons go in her hair and are promptly plucked with her pudgy little finger. Unless you call them crowns, then there is a little chance that you can get away with just one...

Or, even two for that matter. Nope, she is definitely not in the "Less is more" category...

LMC went so far as to ask for "gwa-sses, Ma-Mee" and, thus, we have the pink ribbon around her eyes. Not to mention "Neck-wace, Ma-Mee. Neck-wace, pwease." Hence the purple around her neck (safe, I know)- not to be confused with the coordinating purple on her head. It's behind the red one.

She is a fan.

I am a fan, too. The explosion of giggles that erupted were too much for me to contain. Two year olds are like that-- they are too much to contain, sometimes in a good way... sometimes in a not-so-good way. Either way, they are wonderful tiny humans who put everything into the "more is more."

Suddenly, the ribbons were realized to be too much... I know, right? What was she thinki…

I was definitely surprised

I mean, If I had woken up with my head sewn to the carpet, could not have been more surprised.

Starting off, LMC gave me my first blue box:

It was little, but it held big pearl earrings. Surely, that was it. That was my "big" present...

That tricky Husband. That tricky, tricky Husband who is always so thoughtful and loving... (see my earrings?)

I changed clothes just so I could wear my new jewels for the rest of the evening. This morning, Husband is at work- on call again and I am wearing my lovely addition with my jeans. I might just wear them everyday.

LMC got into the spirit of things after throwing an atrocious fit about her dress. "I NO WEAR SANTA. NO DRESS! NO DRESS!"It got tot the point where Husband took her up to the roof with the dress around her neck for her to, literally, cool off for a minute. "I COLD! NO DRESS!" It took her a few minutes, but she was in the spirit soon enough!

Once she figured out how to open presents... every present was h…

More Tomorrow

Right now, Ralphie is opening his Red Ryder BB gun and we-- as a family-- are beyond happy.

This has been the very best Christmas and I am lucky, so very lucky, to have this family as my family.

And I am lucky for friends.

Several months ago, I asked my friend to help me with Husband's Christmas present. And help she did.

WOW. Please, see how talented she is:

And Husband did not fail either-- not only did I receive my first blue box... I received my first TWO blue boxes.

this have been a lovely day.

Revealing my secrets

My grandfather taught me how to make sausage balls when I was running around barefoot. At tea parties with my dolls, I would serve them.

With Christmas around the corner, sausage balls were on today's docket before LMC & I headed out to see the trains at the botanical gardens

Sausage Balls are the one thing that I am constantly trying something different with--

grated onion, no grated onion, dash of Tabasco, a little more Tabasco, garlic powder, rolling in parmesan cheese before cooking, and any combination therein. These have been stored in the fridge, on top of the fridge, on the counter & in any passer-bys tummy. 

I even mess with the name, sometimes they are called Sausage Balls, Sausage Tartlets, Cheesy Goodness, and even just plain Sausage-Cheese things. For LMC, they get all sorts of names- depending on what her obsession is at the moment. Mostly, she just calls them "MORE?"

Aren't they lovely? I have been experimenting with the "food" setting …

My Little Debutante

Way back in the day, I debbed in Augusta. Complete with the white dress and matching long gloves. Several years before debbing, I was in a Cotillion- different white dress. Same white gloves.

Debbing & Cotillions do not a person make, but they certainly add character and charm to one's personal resume. Recently, LMC & I have been working on her curtsy; a girl cannot learn too soon in my opinion. The right foot is extended behind the left while the front knee is bent to help balance the dipping body and lowering of the lady's face. Slowly, a gracious hand is extended. My cousin, Tara, taught me how to curtsey. She is the quintessential person to teach anyone how to make this ancient and feminine gesture . Her sister had the advice of "remember to take off your gloves before slugging back your long neck." Man, I love those girls.

So, I've been teaching LMC about poise and just to add a little panache, we say "Enchant√®...."  LMC's petite curts…

They Played Taps

“On behalf of a grateful nation....” The bronze star, purple heart wearing man handed a perfectly folded triangle of a flag to my eldest aunt, her second time on the receiving end. She sat on the far right, with her son’s hand on her shoulder. Her sisters, in descending order, sat to her left. On the second row, it cast a perfect snapshot for me- their backs to me with husbands- a husband comforting a sister on each side. In the background, a silver casket that held the source of such love, such frustration, and such  emotion.

Slowly, very slowly, the bugler that was out of sight started the 24 notes that comprise Taps. Only moments before I looked at my SIL & said, “How in the hell did we forget the Kleenex?” Husband passed me two.  Having held it together for too long, I pushed my sunglasses to the top of my head and whispered softly to myself, “Holy Mackerel” before the water works set in. I openly sobbed along with my brother and cousins. I was shaking. So much so, that Martha p…

Let him rest in peace.

This is the first year in my 31 years that my grandfather did not call and sing me happy birthday. Every birthday of everyone deemed close, family or otherwise, had their birthday written in his small penmanship on his Catholic diocese fundraiser calendar as a reminder for a phone call. Upon picking up the phone, he starts, "Happy Birthday to you.... Happy Birthday, Sweet Girl. I love you." The way he said "love" was so genteel- the "La" lasting longer than the "ove."

Since moving to the Blue Goose, he does not have his calendar, nor does he know what day it is. Sometimes, he would ask Mom, "Doesn't ___ have a birthday around now?" And, sure as the wind, she would respond, "Yes, indeed. You've still got it, Daddy. It's tomorrow." (Even if it was last week) She would give him the phone and he would call.

Today is Tellis' birthday. How clearly I remember her actual Birth Day- I was pregnant with Poppy, had a bro…

It's beginning to look...

and feel (finally)... a lot like Christmas around the Cagle household. 
Husband let Wife go a little wild on the Christmas tree this year... I think next year, which will be last year allowed at wacky Christmas trees, I am going to get one of those lime green tinsel numbers from Target and see what kind of damage I can do with it. 

So, I filled a large glass vase with ornaments (and foil balls, to help fill in the gaps- shh) and stuffed lighted tree branches and lime green swirlies in the top. This seemed too short, but LMC's table covered in white with a fuchsia polka dot tablecloth did the trick.

Our boxes and packages have all been lovingly wrapped by yours truly during nap time in craft paper with various color ribbons and sweet little tags left over from last year. 

It's tacky, there is no denying this fact- the tree, not the gifts. But, I love it. It's full of color and joy. LMC walks by it and says, "Ohhh, so pretty, Ma-Mee. So, so pretty."

What's not…


Don't worry, I won't bore you with ALL 1,479 photos- but wanted to send out some fun ones of my sweet family.