Laissez les Bon Temps Roulez…

And we did! JB and I headed to Cajun country two weekends ago to witness the nuptials of the sweet Mula/Lewis family. We left EB in the care of her grands and we headed west. Um….NOLA is a long way away. That’s what I deducted from the drive. I really miss EB when the attachment has been cut from my hip, but it was so nice to sleep in. Our schedules have been INSANE since September, so we got to sleep, take life at a different pace for less than 48 hours and how sweet it was to do so! I also deducted that I could be Cajun. I love a lot of the same things as those Cajun folk:

Like...COLOR!

SAINTS! I think I sang the loudest at the piano bar when they sang "When the Saints come marching in."

Balconies!

Jambalaya. I ordered it for EVERY meal.

DOORS!

This door has a round opening just big enough for my face to see who's there and say, "Go away!"

Ok, so maybe not this. No matter how many years of
"experience." It was just a pretty COLORful sign.

He liked me too. He tried to smile despite his blinders.

We meant to buy this for Evie because it perfectly describes her.

And…. Remember, we were really there for a wedding…..

Is this not fabulous? Oh my!

We were excited to see each other.

We may or may not have totally stolen her from her guests. We love this gal dearly. She is a huge part of our lives. What an honor to share this special day with her.

This puts "something blue" on a WHOLE new level.

Bliss! I love them and we could NOT be happier for these newlyweds.

See! Proof that I was in NOLA. (I pretty much saw this and stopped traffic...all for the sake of the blog)

AND..... This one...didn't miss a beat. I think she wishes I would leave her every weekend. She came home FULL of personality.

Twinkle toes

These two make my heart melt. She is a 100%, card carrying, bona fide, unwavering daddy’s girl. I caught them in action last night…. My dad and I used to dance the day away, so I had my own moment watching them have theirs. THEN…they caught me, but not before I got GREAT footage. Don’t mind the music in the background or the fact that Jason enjoys dancing while sporting a fireman’s hat.

The "puckin"

Five little pumpkins sitting on a gate,

The first one said, "Oh my, it's getting late." The second one said, "But we don't care." The third one said, "I see witches in the air." The fourth one said, "Let's run, and run, and run." The fifth one said, "Get ready for some fun." Then whoosh went the wind, And out went the lights, And five little pumpkins rolled out of sight! (don't think for 2 seconds we did these...This is the work of a surgeon's hand and that of his lovely wife. I just took their mug shots)AND...Don't think I wrote this poem. Surely you heard it as a child??!?!

Picture overload?? All to think I haven't even wrapped up Halloween yet. Mercy. Bless you, dear reader!

Nov. 2

Did you? AND... I don't mean buckled up!

T minus 1 month

[I need a font that lets you know my voice is shaking…] It just hit me. I haven’t been good this year with monthly updates. BUT…this month just hit me hard in my gut. My sweet EB will be two.... IN ONE MONTH MY BABY WILL BE TWO! It makes me want to jump for joy, yet grab her and caudle her like a baby and kiss her little face off. She is SUCH a joy. We laugh endlessly at her…Well, mostly. She has gotten a HECK of a lot of “EVELYN BLACK” lately! Ironically, she answers as well to that as she does “Evie” so I guess I waste my time on those extra syllables. We are in the FULL OUT, FULL FLEDGED ‘terrible’ twos. We can throw a MEAN tantrum. It’s AMAZING how quickly she has learned to activate the water works. REALLY?! A STREAM OF TEARS IN A MATTER OF MERE SECONDS.

However, what a joy! Her personality is awesome. It’s amazing how the Lord designed her little intricacies. It’s amazing that He designed her just so. It’s amazing, I have to admit, that she is a perfect mix of both of our personalities- what a sight we are all together, a family of Type A’s. Amazing. I’m amazed that the best two years of my life have FLOWN by. I’m amazed that I was chosen to be EB’s mom. Usually several times a day I’m shocked that she’s MINE (or ours)! She gets to go home with me. I get to eat her alive and enjoy her. I get to take care of her. I get to kiss those little cheeks ALL I WANT! It’s simply amazing, isn’t it?! The list goes on and on. Two whopping years? Wow.She’s fun. Like, a whole lot of really really fun. Her vocabulary, in the last month, is a whole new world (she has repeated me a couple-or 20- times and it’s a NICE, humble reminder I need to watch my mouth). She’s mine, but I think she’s smart. I pray she’s smart like her daddy…pray pray pray! She’s quite a savvy little thing, that doesn’t quite always work to my advantage. She’s wild. Full of energy. Fast as lightening (until I need her to be and then we’re slow as a turtle). She’s nosey. She’s sweet. She’s caring. She LOVES her daddy. She is a social butterfly. I could go on and on. We love this little season of her life and ours.

We'll be back soon to finish off Halloween. What a fun year for the miss! We had a ball...and celebrated all.week.long. A little teaser...

We pulled out our big black bow....

Our furry black boots (that was all happenstance, but it worked)...

Got in the spirit with a little jig (I failed to mention above- this child LOVES to dance. It's all she does..all the time. "Dance mommy!" "Dancy daddy." We do a LOT of booty shakin' at any given time).

FREEZE! (EB's signature move). We'll be back later with weekend and trick or treating adventures!