Retraction

So I made a mistake. The math teacher miscounted. Nick and I have known each other for nine years, not ten like I mentioned last time. We had been talking about our ten year high school reunion that would happen next year. Then we realized that would mean we have been together for ten years. Next year will be ten years, not this year. Then in my mind I thought we were talking about this year, and I blogged about it. I know that nobody would ever really know the truth, so I could have kept quiet about my miscalculation, but I had to get the truth out there.

In my defense I have been a bit sleep deprived lately.

So next year I'll rewrite about knowing each other for ten years. Or maybe I'll just re-post the same blog post I wrote the other day.

To distract you from my counting mistake, I'll share some pictures from the ball we went to last night. We had a blast. We danced and visited with friends. I felt like a part of society again after being at home in the newborn phase of life.

Millie wanted to be in the picture in theory. When we actually took the picture, she wouldn't cooperate.

And I hate to leave this guy out. I tried to catch a smile.

At his one month check up Thursday, he weighed 12 pounds. I'm thankful for a healthy boy, but it is sad that he can't wear sweet newborn clothes for much longer.

10 Years

Last night Nick and I were talking about how long we've known each other. We have known each other for 10 years! Ten years! We both agreed that it didn't seem that long. We have been married for five of those years. We were also trying to think about what we did for those three married years before Millie was born.

The Auburn/Mississippi State game is the anniversary of when we met. That was last weekend. We met our freshmen year of college in Starkville. A high school friend of mine (she went to State) introduced us at a tailgate. Nick asked for my number. I didn't hear from him until a few weeks later. He called me on his birthday. For the record, that was the fall of 2004, the year Auburn went undefeated and didn't go to the National Championship game. It was a fun first football season.

I can't find any good pictures from fall 2004, so here is one from 2005. This may have been the Iron Bowl. I'm not sure why I'm wearing a turtle neck and coat, and Nick is wearing a short sleeve shirt.

And here we are now. This was the weekend of the Mississippi State game. Not very flattering of me or Millie, but I had to document this anniversary.

I love you Nick! I'm so glad you called me. I can't wait to see where we are in another 10 years!

Picture Overload

James is 4 weeks old today. He has been a good baby, and we are loving him more and more everyday. 

These are pictures that have been taken throughout the weeks. I could have done individual post on several of these pictures, but I kept putting it off. Millie ask me to take a picture every time she sits next to James. They're sweet.  

(this was my first morning by myself with the two of them)

(Millie was having sleeping troubles when James first came home. One day she took a 2 hour nap on the floor of our bedroom.)

(War Eagle!)

(Mil loves to copy me, and she loves to copy James. She often swaddles her baby dolls and carries them to bed. She also likes to be the 'tiny baby.' I swaddled her tonight as she went to sleep.)

(This is his official 4 week old photo. He is one chunk of a baby.)

"Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change." James 1:17

Preschool Again

A week ago was Millie's first day of preschool for the fall.

Millie has different teachers than she had this summer. At first I thought this would be a problem for her, but she happily walks right in every time.

She ask to go to school every morning. On actual school mornings, she tells me she is ready to go to school hours before it is time to go. I can't wait for her to learn the concept of time.  

I took these on her first day. Thankfully she is getting more cooperative when I ask to take her picture. These aren't perfect, but at least she isn't crying.

Today as we were about to get in the car, she gets her bag and ask me to take a picture again. Her school was selling these cute monogrammed bags. We just got it on Monday. I think the bag is really what she wanted photographed.

 So this is her at one week into her 2 year old preschool class, and her new school bag.