Showing posts from November, 2012

It's Christmas Time in the City

The good news is that we only had one accident... and really, I was expecting many more with the three year old that was beyond excited to be helping us decorate the tree. 

Yep, that three year old: 

And, let's be completely honest... the Cagles were pretty excited to have our first real tree in, well, ever. Don't get me wrong, we've had trees (in Augusta). But, they were teeny, tiny trees because we were "livin' on love" and had to go to the short stack at the back of the lot. I placed the tree on a very large box and covered the box in burlap. It worked. 

And, let's be even more frank- this is the first Christmas since Cagle Christmas began that Husband will not have to work. He has either been on call or post call every single Christmas since we have been married- caring for those babies that could not go home. That's quite a few Christmases. Husband moved hell and high water to not have to work this Christmas. And, by the way, did you know that w…

A Well Set Table

I've said it before and I will say it again:

I love a well set table.
It's just one of those things in life that I enjoy making, seeing, and sitting at. I use a ruler and coordinate plates with clothes with crystal and the things that make a table pretty. My husband thinks I am crazy, however, he fully accepts my craziness and let's me spend time with my ruler to measure the place settings and polish the silver again. 
I couldn't do it this year and was very, very fearful that Husband would get called in and have to work, so my gracious parents packed up and came for a Thanksgiving visit. 
So, allow me to show my handiwork as my mom continues to cook our turkey and fixin's:

As a Doctor's Wife

I have hesitated to update this blog as my last post has received thousands of hits over the past 9 days.


On this side of it, I first emailed the last blog to Beth to make sure I did not sound like a crazy loon. She said it was safe to post, so I did. And I am really glad that I did- putting words to paper (fingers to keys, keys to words, words to the screen) helps me think and clears my head, as it does for many people.

Have I ever told you that I am a doctor's wife? I should say that Husband is a Doctor, but it is much more fun to have the catty title of Doctor's Wife. Especially when we get paid so little and pay so much in rent. Something about champagne tastes and a beer budget comes to mind. We are currently in his last year of training. This has been a journey of fourteen years. Four years of college, four years of medical school, three years of residency, and finally- three years of fellowship. At the end of this, Dr. Cagle will take his second set of boards and, u…

To our children

Dear Children,

Right now, you are young. You are innocent and you are sheltered from the ways of the world. Right now, we are working to instill small life lessons in you that will grow with you as you grow.

God is good.
Credit is bad.
Life is about choices.
The most important part about falling is getting back up.
Things break. It happens. But they can never be put back together in the exact same way.

You come from a family that believes in fewer taxes, a smaller government, and being successful is something you should strive for and be proud of. We are too proud to ask for handouts, as we will always find a way to make it happen on our own- or not happen at all. You also come from a family that is generation stacked upon generation of small business owners and who send almost half their money back to our government in taxes. Both in life and in death.

You come from a family that whole-heartedly supports our military. We thank them for their hard work as we see them. Just like we tha…

Turning a house into a home

My friend convinced me I needed maternity pictures. She was right.

Strapping on her camera and giggling through the process, we set out. She has taken this house and made it look like a home-- because it is a home.

A home for our sweet second daughter who will be here in 49 days (not that I am counting) requires a lot of space, apparently.

Allow me to show off my ever expanding waistline in a better light, compliments of one of my most favorite people-- one of those people you know you are better off, because you know them. 

Prep Work

There are two pictures beside our bed. On my side, is a picture from our first anniversary- we made a trip to Napa Valley and had the very best time. On Husband's side, there is a picture of me and LMC from the hospital.

It's a horrible picture of me. My hair is not brushed, makeup is a thing of 36 hours prior, I had been out of surgery for either 10 minutes or 2 hours- not sure, can't remember. I actually don't even remember the picture being taken.

But, I remember the moment. It was the moment I stopped being the baby and became a mother.

After going through the fires of hell to bring LMC into this world- everything was on the surface. It was raw and my emotions were uncontrollable, much like the situation I was in. Mother laid eyes on Daughter and the anesthesiologist slipped me something and I was on a one way trip into the Land of Nod.

I was gone.

I woke up later in the recovery room. In the moment, I've talked about it before- Husband came through the door, …