Mobile Uploads

I finally took the time to put all the pictures on my phone on to my computer. Here are some of my favs from the past 18 months or so...

I'm so cute!

 

Charley and Maggie worn out from a shopping trip in Gaffney.

 

Poor dog.

 

 "What you talkin 'bout, Willis?"

At a Clemson Basketball Game.

Peek-a-boo! 

At a wedding last summer.

Charley hanging out in Eli's room right before he was born.

Welcome, Baby Eli!

The two sweeties. 

First Smiles!

Gotta love Holly Wild!

Under the mobile together.

"So what?! We're holding hands. And??"

They held hands for about two blocks and when I came around front to take a picture, they both looked at me like I was crazy.

I think Sadie likes this!!

I'm a cutie too!

Check out these two pics... Charley and Eli look nothing alike!

My Cooking Show

On my cooking show, we will make a cake, and there will be two kids and a dog in the kitchen with me. At least two of them will be covered with flour by the end of it, and the other one will be fussin' for a bottle (hopefully during a commercial break). I will not have all the ingredients already separated into neat little bowls, and as a matter of fact, I will probably be missing an ingredient. I will then decide to either cancel the whole ordeal, substitute if possible, or mobilize the troops and brave a trip to BiLo. Since, afterall, this is a cooking show, I can't cancel, and I'm sure it will be someone's nap time soon, so going to the store won't work. Okay, so we will need buttermilk, but I will just have to add something to my regular milk to make it... buttery(?). Cream of tartar? Nope, don't have any. Lemon juice? White vinegar? Aha! Let's try it. So now I will preheat my oven. I will turn around to catch the one-year-old with her hands in the eggs... up to her elbows in slime. After a good scrub down, I will hand her a spoon to help stir, which instead will be used as a drum stick or just plain mess maker (flour everywhere). Did I mention that I will not exactly be smiling at the camera? I may be smiling, but not at the camera. I will probably be too busy looking at the recipe 15 times because I will not be able to remember "how much vanilla?" and "did I already put it in there?" When everything is ready, there will not be a perfectly baked product waiting in the oven to impress my audience. I will actually have to wait 40-50 min for the thing to bake, and in those last ten minutes, I will be checking it every two minutes, because I will have no idea if 40 min is sufficient or if we will end baking for an hour. By the way, instead of checking it with a toothpick, I will be using a steak knife. It will be the closest thing within reach, as I keep everyone away from the oven. 53 minutes and the cake will be done. There will be at least three dirty bowls and at least 36 dirty utensils, or so it seems. There will not have been time to wash everything during the baking time because the babies needed food or naps or diapers or clothes that didn't have flour all over them. But of course, tending to these things will be much better than washing dishes anyway. Are we still rolling? Probably not. And we haven't made the icing yet. BUT, even though I won't have an audience and neither Oprah nor Rachel Ray will be impressed, I will have made a cake for my sweetie with help from my angel, who will surprisingly wake up from her nap, pointing at the glorious finished product and say, "Dada's Cake." And it will all be worth it. Not to mention eating the dern thing. Mmm.