Jill Time

You know I really don’t have a lot to talk about tonight, but I told Trey when he finally came home at 6:40 that I needed some Jill time. When I was growing up my mom used to say she needed some “Suzanne time” (that is her name) and I never really understood why she did or what that meant. Now that I am a working mom I totally understand how important “Suzanne time” is.

School is getting better. I think I am finally beginning to mold my new darlings into the fine young men and women I want them to be. By the end of the day I am shot. The students come into my room at 7:30 and I don’t get a break from all 25 of them until 2:05 when they leave for activity. I have no assistant teacher in my room so it’s me verses them! I win… but they wear me out! I usually go to bed at 9:00 or before every night!

Ford’s babysitter’s husband is having open heart surgery tomorrow. Please pray for him. Ford went to the sitter on Monday and Tuesday and the rest of the week we have been scrapping to figure out what to do with our precious child! My sweet friend, Rosy, kept him on Wednesday and my mom, Gran, had him today and will keep him again tomorrow. I do not know what next week holds but pray for us. Trey and I really don’t need to miss work. We hope her husband has a speedy recovery.

Ford is a pretty good eater. He is not a fan of fruit. The only way I can get him to eat fruit is if I give him baby food. So for breakfast we have baby food fruit. The other night I cooked and made him a little plate. The only thing he wanted to eat was the rice I cooked. It’s one of my mother’s recipes and I have always liked it, but apparently Ford has a great appreciation for this rice because he was demanding it before he could swallow the bite he had in his mouth.

BROWN RICE

1 cup of rice
1 stick of butter
2 cans Beef Consumme’
1 tbsp onion juice (they have this in a small glass bottle at Kroger or a grocery store. Wal-Mart does not carry it).

Put in a casserole dish. Do not stir. Do not cover. Cook at 350 for 45 minutes. You can half the recipe.

Yes, we brush our teeth

It’s almost my bed time and I still have a lot to do… Until next time.

Four New Ones

I would not rate my blogging skills as superior here lately. I haven’t blogged since last Tuesday, which is nearly an eternity for me, but hey… I am back at work and you have to take what you can get.


Last Friday, Trey and I left to go to Nashville. This time “I” was in the wedding and not him! It was kind of early for me to be asking for a day off, but this was a necessity. Instead of having a bride’s maid’s brunch, Sarah wanted to do a spa party. I think it was a LOEVLY idea! We started off by getting our feet done. This was a treat for me because I had not had my toes done since I was pregnant. The only reason I got them done then was because I couldn’t see my feet!!! The lady working on me asked if I wanted the “razor” on my feet. I said “YEAH!” She started shaving the dead skin off my feet and the bride said “Sick, Jill. Do you never get pedicures?” I said “No.” I could have saved a burn victim with all she got off. I know… I know… Too much information. Just giving you all a visual.

Trey and I had a lot of fun getting away for the weekend. I enjoyed seeing all of my college buddies as well…

During the ceremony a bug jumped out of my bouquet and onto my arm. I nearly croaked. I tried not to make a scene about the attack, but swatted my pesky friend off. Then I kept itching to death. Luckily the preacher said several prayers and I was able to scratch my arms, head, face, and neck. I mean… seriously, this would only happen to me!

The wedding reception was at the Parthenon in Nashville…

Last week was a big week for Fordman. He got 4 teeth. We had gone for 6 months without getting a tooth and then he got four. It was big time. I should have known this was coming since he was like a drool factory.

I let Ford play in Trey’s truck the other day. He had such a big time. He was NOT happy when his fun was over.

Then we went swimming which made things all better…

When Trey and I were engaged he rode me down this deserted road around Senatobia and said he could envision building a house on some land out there one day. I did not have the same vision and basically squalled and cried to him that our future children would be eaten by coyotes and I would live in fear. I believe he may have wanted to call off the nuptials at that point, but he stuck with me. I pleaded that I wanted neighbors while he begged for land. We found our happy medium. A few weeks ago we purchased 9 acres of land on the back side of the country club. We don’t have plans to build anytime soon, but we are proud of our new purchase and future residence.

And we ended our day in the bath tub.

There just isn't enough time

Has anyone ever thought that there just isn’t enough time in the day? I have been feeling that way for the past almost 2 weeks now. This would be the time frame since I started back to work. I have said it before and I am saying it again… Hats off to all working moms. I am still trying to figure out how I can sleep later and still get ready for work, and get everything done in a day. I just CAN’T make myself get up at 5:00 so my alarm is set for 5:05 A.M. every morning. At that point I want to cry because I love to sleep more than anyone I know and Trey gets to stay in bed until 6:30.

School is back in full swing and that means I am much busier than I was during the summer and last school year. I actually have a lot of responsibilities this year!!! In saying, don’t expect more than one blog a week unless something miraculous happens.

Last Thursday was Trey’s 30th birthday and I fully intended on writing a TOP QUALITY blog about my sweet husband, but one of my favorite people died that night. My Nanny.

I could sit here and write all about my Nanny and how she was a great Christian woman, a fantastic cook, a wonderful mother, a loving grandmother, and one of the most giving people I knew, but that will upset me. All I really want is for anyone reading this who would please remember to pray for my family and me as we deal with the loss of someone so dear to us.

Time for some Ford:

Eating a snack after a hot day

A bottle at bed time

If you are doing the math, YES, Ford is 15 ½ months old and still taking a bottle. I might be eligible for mother of the year on this one! It’s not him. It’s me. I have convinced myself that when the bottle is gone that my baby won’t be a baby anymore but a big boy. Considering I took a bottle until I was 2 years old and Ford is only 15 months, I think we are doing pretty good. I haven’t asked Puddin yet, but we are missing a bottle and I am starting to wonder if she “maybe” took it in hopes that I would get the hint on getting rid of the thing. Puddin…. Are you guilty?????

Have a great week and Happy Tuesday!