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Little Sluggers

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On Sunday, my oldest nephew (age 6) played in his first All-Star baseball game. I can’t tell you how stinking cute the game was. After the “line-up” was announced, the national anthem played from an old-school boom box, the ump yelled, “Play ball!”, and the Big League Chew was passed around the dugout. Number 2 was on deck, and I couldn’t help but have a lump in my throat. Talk about one proud aunt and godmother. He may only be six, but he loves the game of baseball. Always the first on the field and “baseball ready”, it is an absolute delight to watch him play the game. Even more, the little smile I get from the dugout between innings. It may not be cool to give your aunt a big hug in front of all your friends, but that sweet smile says it all.

 

The cutest fan is LMK’s little brother CEGK, also known as Catfish, and most recently “Chippah” (Chipper Jones, that is). Another little slugger, this three-year-old stud doesn’t miss a play. He’s right behind home plate when his big brother is batting, and can’t wait for “Logo” to make a game-changing play, and don’t be fooled, it DOES happen quite often. Little Chippah loves to step up to the plate after LMK’s games, bats like “The Babe” (literally) and can round the bases at record speed for age three.

My favorite little guys are growing so quickly, and I’m just so lucky to have their love.

Family Ties

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John and I spent the holiday weekend with my family enjoying the water, sun ,two adorable nephews and lots of food prepared by my talented parents. No joke…from a low country boil to bacon wrapped filets to collard greens to homemade ice cream and much more in between, we were spoiled by my parents cooking expertise. We couldn’t have asked for more beautiful weather, and while I had great intentions of capturing many wardrobe updates, I found that tickling little piggy toes, playing baseball, stealing sugar, fishing, spying a snapping turtle, playing horseshoes, cheering on a brave six year old innertubing solo for the first time and taking an equally brave three year old out in to the deep water for swimming lessons was just too much fun to break away to get dressed up and work. Fortunately, I was able to snap a bit of our fun via Instagram. I hope you had a wonderful Memorial Day celebrating the men and women who have given so much for our great nation.

Photos from left to right: 1. Morning Coffee View / 2. Therapy: My favorite boutique in Auburn / 3. Low Country Boil / 4. Fun time with LMK / 5. Lemonade from Toomer’s Drug Store – an Auburn tradition / 6. LMK riding solo on the innertube for the first time / 7. Watching the “crazies” jump off of Chimney Rock / 8. Saturday’s Lunch / 9. CEGK showing off his birthday loot from his “Addie” and John

Proudly Introducing…

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Meet Jack. Also, meet my rug, day two. As I was snapping a few photos Sunday night, Jack flew into the living room insisting on his own photo shoot. You must understand, taking a photo of Baby J is nearly impossible. His multi-colored eyes and severe underbite (not pictured), combined with his greyhound speed do not allow for a ton of frame worthy photos. Rewind to December 1, 2011: Jack received all of his advent calendar treats during our holiday photo shoot while I begged him to do all of his tricks and commands, which he did ONLY long enough to receive his treat. With each click of the camera, I watched my dreams of the perfect Christmas card end with a blurred vision of my little angel.

When all 8.6 pounds of this rambunctious, squirrel-chasing, hole-digging, anything-licking, everyone-loving mama’s boy posed himself perfectly and barked for my attention, there was no way I was passing on the opportunity to catch this sweet face. His quizzical expression sums his little personality up perfectly. While he may have nothing to do with food or fashion, he’s definitely family. Friends, Meet Jack. The cutest kid on the block.

Pucker Up

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A trip to my grandmother’s house always guaranteed one thing…dessert! Usually, there was a variety to choose from, but for me, there were three choices that could turn any day into the perfect day. On birthdays, I was always gifted with a red velvet cake; a poundcake (and many other desserts) followed our Sunday dinners and a lemon ice box pie with no meringue could be made to order at a moment’s notice. My grandmother, Ma, could prepare a feast like no other. Each Sunday, she prepared a gracious meal for all of her children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, the preacher’s family and anyone else who would like to join us. My Ma taught me that cooking was about cooking with love, opening your home and enjoying the people you invited in to share a meal with. I’ve not attempted my Ma’s lemon ice box pie in years – mine has never tasted quite like hers. But I love all things lemon, and I recently found a quick and easy lemon tart recipe from Paula Deen that definitely cause me to pucker up with their tart lemon flavor! A delis treat that brought back special childhood memories.