The Boll Weevil Cafe and Sweetery

R and I decided to try out the fried green tomatoes as an appetizer. I loved the crispy outside coating and the spice in the breading.


Then moved on to soups and sandwiches. This is R with her potato soup and The Jerk. Mine was a Curious George which I paired with the corn chowder.


Following our meal we both ordered pieces of cake that were the size of our heads. That is a single slice of the Perfectly Heavenly Chocolate Cake. It is four layers of cake with this fudgy icing in between the layers and has chunks of brownies on top and then it is all smothered in chocolate ganache. So satisfying. R settled on the Red Velvet which looked just as good as mine.


That is one clean plate!


A clean plate only because I slid the rest of my cake into a to-go box. I was only able to eat two layers of the cake before I had to call it quits.


Afterwards we went for a walk along the riverfront and hopefully R will post pictures on her blog from that so you can see the pretty scenery.

Our life in Georgia...

Baby P has adjusted to being in a large family with four older children quite well. He laughs, plays, and pulls himself up by grabbing onto pant legs of cousins as they walk by him. The first few days here were rough with the three-house time change and getting his first tooth. I'm happy to say that he's started sleeping again and has reverted to his naturally happy personality.

We have gone to a local science museum where we all took turns riding the human gyroscope, watched the five children run around playing with each other and bought little trinkets at the gift shop.

Then we were very adventurous and left all of the kids at home with a babysitter and went to a local dinner theater. My sister-in-law has the hook up and got us in for free (it would have been $37/person) by saying we'd be hostesses. All that entailed was taking patrons to their tables, serving water/tea/coffee before the play began, and eating cold food from the buffet once the play had started. It was a fun time and the play was a funny story about a man engaged to three flight attendants because he liked the variety and the fact that he had a different woman for each day of the week. Obviously chaos ensued and it was a good night. On our way home we stopped off at a Coldstone Creamery and found out that the owner had changed all bowl sizes to be one price to help offset the rising cost of gas. Can you guess how much I enjoyed my "Gotta Have It" sized ice cream nestled in a warm waffle bowl? A good night overall.

I also helped participate in a home school lesson, as my sister-in-law home schools my niece and nephew. It was an exciting time in which I managed to catch a oven mitt on fire, couldn't get to the sink, and had to throw it onto the countertop and beat out the flames with the other oven mitt. Lesson learned in that session of school was "move out of the way when Aunt Emily has a fiery oven mitt on her hand." A valuable life lesson, I believe.

Tomorrow we're leaving the hoodlums at home with a babysitter again so that we can do a ladies lunch on our own and go grocery shopping for Thanksgiving dinner items. Our choices for Turkey Day were going to my parents' house in Florida or going to my SIL's parents' in South Carolina. I threw my vote in to go to my SIL's family's since they eat real food there, not the diet food my parents eat. Yum. Can't wait for mashed potatoes and turkey and pumpkin pie and Baby P getting to use his brand new tooth on some tasty holiday dishes. We'll be taking the potatoes, spinach salad, and some other items that are geared towards my nephew who has serious food allergies.

After Thanksgiving we will be participating in some serious shopping and then heading to North Carolina to join my parents at their new log cabin that they've bought as a summer vacation home. I'm assuming we won't have internet since it's a pretty remote location so I'll have to update pictures when I finally make it back out to Washington state.

Hope you all enjoy your holiday traditions and Thanksgiving feasting.

It happened on the way to the computer

As I was heading into the play room to post new pictures of our adventures in Georgia, I stumbled upon this:





This is what happens when you leave Baby P and his cousin M alone in the living room with a tube of Desitin.

Looks like neither one is in danger of developing a diaper rash on either set of cheeks.

Happy birthday to me!

It was if everyone in the airport knew it was my birthday yesterday. I was able to go through the first-class passenger line at security, I had a friendly businessman help me gather all my belongings and load them through the security machines, a Delta employee ran late for his shift because he walked me down to my gate, and a sailor in his dress blues escorted me to my seat on the plane.

Or...

they saw that I was traveling alone while lugging a car seat, pushing a stroller, feeding a bottle to Baby P, struggling to not tip my coffee into the stroller (yes I'm Mormon and yes I sometimes need coffee on a day when I've been up since five am and don't plan on seeing sheets until almost 24 hours later), rushing to meet my gate after getting all bottles, juice, and baby food checked at security, and then struggling down the teeny-tiny aisles of an Airtran plane with an eight month old and a bulky car seat.

Thank goodness for the kindness of strangers.

The friend who I stayed with the night before packed me a goody bag filled with healthy snacks for the plane which was just perfect, the flight was only half full, I was sitting next to a pilot who had interesting stories to tell, Baby P was on his best behavior, and the grandparents in the seats in front of Baby P didn't mind that he kept kicking their seats.

Perfection.

Happy 2-7 birthday to me!

Yay Navy!

I think I'm starting to get used to this whole military lifestyle for the following reasons:

1) It was no big deal that I dropped C off this morning for his flight since he will only be gone for four weeks. Four weeks is no longer a big deal in my book and I consider that a successful attitude adjustment.

2) Has been deleted since I reflected on what I had written and decided that it wasn't nice to mock how other women show their affection through facebook updates, slutty clothes, and tongue swapping at the drop off site.

3) I learned how to work the medical system to get a flu shot for Baby P early. It took some finagling and multiple phone calls to different clinics in the naval hospital, but success at last! He has the seasonal flu shot just in time for our big trip to Georgia next week and I didn't have to wait around for the Flu Clinic on base to open.

4) It's easier to decline an alcoholic beverage if I mention that I'm taking Prozac than bringing up the fact that I'm Mormon. It's taken me a few months to fess up to the Prozac popping, but now that I use that as my reason for not drinking at division functions, C isn't getting teased about being a Jesus lover and I'm not getting pressured into taking drinks. Yay for Prozac!

5) I am now okay with celebrating my birthday on C's birthday since the two dates are only weeks apart and he never seems to be here for mine. Better we celebrate it some time than not at all. I'll take what I can get and be happy with it. Here are the boys blowing out birthday candles.

Wicked fun Halloween

We went trick-or-treating at the church on Friday night and I think our costumes of the Scarecrow, Wicked Witch, and Cowardly Lion turned out quite well.

That ONE moment

This morning I read this article and it made me think about those moments I wish I had the opportunity to live over again.

Is there a moment you wish you could live over again? Make a different decision? Linger a little longer with someone you love? Say the perfect thing?