Pumpkin Doodle On the Move

Pumpkins at St. Andrews

It's tough keeping traditions going sometimes.  Life gets busy, kids don't want to cooperate, and carving time out to do them, gets in the way.  I love this one.  I love the photos of my boys in these pumpkins each year and I laugh at how if snag one of Crausby we call it a good day, but Jett Boy had three trips his first year just to get a great one.  This year we stopped on the way to a family birthday party.  Craus, is not a fan of a photo, and Jett just wants to play.  Cullen couldn't color coordinate to a pumpkin if he tried, but when he walked downstairs in a red pullover and said is this okay, I smiled and said it was perfect, and was thankful he knows I love a tradition and was willing to go with us.

Ben and Perry are Four

Let me tell you 'bout....

Y'all this lady pictured with me is top notch amazing.  She keeps everything going and the best part of life is... I get to call her friend.  There are days she knows just what I need.  She is the voice of LUES and our first line of defense in the office.  

Lunn Party of Two

 I had the great honor of directing my second Lunn wedding of 2019.  This one was so sweet.  I taught the groom and many of his groomsmen in preschool programs at our church.  The bride chose a sweet chapel in Union County to hold the ceremony.

I rushed from the wedding after we got everyone escorted out of the church to the reception venue so I could begin to paint and be ready for their first dance.  

Crausby's First Football Game

Cullen's team was recognized as state champions during half time of the Crosstown Classic.  We normally never make it back to Oxford after piano lessons and getting Crausby from daycare.  We wanted to be there to see this, so we loaded up and headed back over to Oxford.  

The Birthday Buddies.

Brett came into town to celebrate his birthday and Sadie's birthday.  We had a great time with cousins.  They enjoyed playing together and we finished the weekend with a birthday lunch in Ecru.  

Jett's first Dove Hunt

I'm over protective.  I'll be the first to admit it.  I am not ashamed or scared or even sad about it.  So yes my southern child had never been dove hunting until this year.  I always told him when he was six he could go.   Bless him, he asked me if he could take my taser to shoot the birds with.  I told him his Daddy would have everything he needed to kill birds.  I was sent a photo of him holding a dead bird and almost threw up.  He had a blast.

Babies Don't Keep

Pardon Me

Pardon me while I stare at my half grown man child and wonder where his baby fat cheeks went and when did learn to flip his curls, and wonder why his legs are a mile long and he can't be carried around.