Showing posts from April, 2012

Independence looks so great on a three year old

It started out as a great day. Seriously. I made homemade GF biscuits, which rocked. (side note: do not forget the salt, like I did on the first batch. Though it only called for 3/4 tsp- those 3.69696112 milliliters make a significant difference in the taste.

Husband dropped off Wife and LMC at St. Pete's for flower arranging and church cleaning. After wiping down the altar, polishing the candelabras, spritzing the windows, and replacing the Holy Water-- all with the help of two very busy feet-- the two Cagle girls headed down to the mall.

Much like New Orleans and how a parade can just pop up anywhere; a protest, a concert, an organized event of any type can be discovered on the mall at any given moment. This morning was no exception. With everyone donning purple, the band on the stage played SHOUT! and all the MoTown favorites. LMC hopped out of her stroller and spent a few minutes dancing before being replaced and heading to the art museum.

(LMC, would you like to see still fig…

The more things change....

The more things stay the same... That's what I have decided about Hometown. And that is not necessarily a bad thing, either.

Augusta is one of those places that you love to call home, that the nuances of hometown seem so commonplace that you think every town has them. From Midnight in the Garden of Evil, it was said that (allow me to paraphrase) "In Macon, they ask your religion. In Atlanta, they ask your business. In Augusta, they ask your mother's maiden name. But, in Savannah, we just ask your drink."

The first time I read that, I laughed. Because it was so true- and still is.

We ask your mother's maiden name because we want to know. We want to know who your people are. We want to know how we are related. Because, in Augusta-- we are. We always are.

Genealogy has been one of those hobbies that comes and goes with me. I love to stalk my ancestors and step into 1912 Birmingham and learn about great grandmother. Or move to wartime DC and find my grandparents and…

Monster Cookies

Prom Queen introduced Monster Cookies to me a few months ago. Mom's Bakery in Leesburg VA has some of the best around. But they aren't gluten free.... which has made me suffer dearly. Not just for want, but for when succumbing to that want... the flared and itchy face came with it.

But, fear not! I found a recipe and adapted it for the gluten free me. Which I have to say, GF sweets are sometimes better than the real thing. This was no exception.

Monster Cookies
1 stick of softened butter
1/4 white sugar
3/4 cups brown sugar (I forgot to add this and probably won't add it next time as they were awesome without it)
1 large egg
3/4 GF baking mix (or AP flour if you are not avoiding gluten)
1/4 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
3/4 cup oats
1/2 cup m & m's
1/2 cup mini chocolate chips
1 or 2 large spoonfuls of peanut butter
1 cup rice krispies

Preheat oven to 375. Cream butter and sugar. Add egg and vanilla. Beat until well combined.

In a separate bowl, w…

Tooth Brushing

Husband does the teeth brushing and bathing around these parts. Apparently I don't do it as well as he does (read: I ain't gentle)

Today, Husband asked me to handle the teeth brushing for a moment...

It's serious stuff.

Two quick ones

LMC has kept me very, very busy as of late- so, let me share two quick ones with you--


I have been working with LMC about doing things herself. I have two constant statements. The first being:

ME: You can't or you won't?
Her: I won't.
ME: well, at least you know the difference.

The second being:
ME: LMC, you have two options. Option 1 [something that sounds kinda miserable and involves her having to sit in her bedroom behind a closed door]. Option 2 [what I want her to do by herself]. What's it going to be?
Her: Ummmmmm.... Op-tun 2, please.
ME: Good choice. We make decisions in life and we live with them.
Her: YEAH!

The past few days, I have been telling her she has to get her "pan-knees" on herself. She's a big girl, and big girls can put on their big girl "pannies" (not Pahnt-EE-s. not pant-es. But, pannies).

Me: LMC, I need you to put your pannies on, tag in the back.
Her: NO.
Me: Option 1... Option 2....
Her: inevitable whining
Me: I sc…

One sewing machine, two hands

See that bedskirt? The one that's on our bed? I made that. 
This girl.
Over the course of three hours, with two hands and one sewing machine.

Without a pattern, only some help picking out fabrics from my handy cousin, Julie, and a lot of research on the world wide web about how to make a dust ruffle.

See that little girl right there? I'm teaching her how to iron. Right now she is my starch sprayer, but soon enough- she'll start learning.

I'm recovering the pillows and waiting on drapery liner to make the drapes. It should all be done by the end of next week-- well, I'm hoping that it will all be done by the end of next week. Only time will tell.

There's a new definition of cool in these parts. And I definitely fall into that category. At least, I think I do.

Writer's Block, take 22

I tell you what, I get back from Augusta... and the wheels absolutely fall off in all places.

The house is clean. Shocking, I know. But... the blog? the once-a-day challenge? the bills? the grocery shopping? the STUFF? All those little things that make me ... me... the wheels are on the side of the road, somewhere between here and Georgia.

Over the weekend, LMC & I played in a water fountain-- something city kids do and our Georgia friends might find a little, well, odd. She was adorable. She grabbed her umbrella to keep her dry and then proceeded to flip it upside down without any understanding as to why the umbrella ceased to keep her dry. As I took pictures and laughed at her, I thought about how to phrase this moment.


Yesterday, LMC and I went to the pirate island known as the Teddy Roosevelt (wildlife sanctuary) island. It was amazing. Truly, one of the greatest most secret finds that I have found here. Tucked into the middle of everything amongst lush green trees is…

Getting Back on the Ball

I need to get back on the ball. With LMC having completely given up on naps, I can find abouuuuuttttt fifteen minutes while she eats lunch to feverishly get some work done and find a moment to check my electronic mail.

And last week was Masters. I love Masters week. I love the week before, all the anticipation, the planning, and the fun that waits on the cusp of the weekend.

Prom Queen made a trip to DC while Husband made a trip to the farm with LMC. We had a complete girls weekend- too much wine, shopping, pedicures, the whole nine yards. The house was quiet. We went to bed early. She ran a race (fool). All was right with the world. Husband and LMC found a gaggle of cousins on the farm eagerly anticipating their arrival. I was sad to miss the trip and I missed my little family, but having two days to myself reminded me that those frustrations [almost] three year olds can cause are really not so bad.

Sunday found two girls ready, really ready, to get on the road. Aborting our plans to…