Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Someone Should Tell That Girl on The Bachelorette That This is What Love Really Looks Like

A few days ago, everyone in our house got up on the wrong side of the bed. We were all walking around with our crabby pants on and sneering at one another in passing.

I finally announced to the kids that enough was enough and doggone it, we were going to have a good day. I then trotted into the kitchen where Big Daddy was getting coffee for us (because he is a very good and smart man, even on his crabby days!) and placed my hands on his shoulders. I turned him to look at me and drew him close. Leaning in, I looked deep into his eyes and said, "This will be a good day. You will be in a good mood."

Without hesitating, he placed his hands on my shoulders and took a step back.

With love in his eyes, he said, "And, you will go use some mouthwash."

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Local Fare

Since we married ten years ago, J. and I have lived in six states. One of the fun things about moving so often is getting to see all of the local foods and traditions in each area. Each place we've lived has had something that spoke uniquely of that state or region.

North Carolina is famous for their BBQ. The region of South Carolina where we lived was known for their yearly Okra Festival (known locally as the Okra Strut!) Maryland, of course, is well known for their crabs. We all know about Maine and their lobstahs.

I hesitate to mention this one because it's a little on the um, disgusting side. In Montana, they had a yearly Rocky Mountain Oyster festival. They advertised on billboards. If you don't know what that is, google at your own risk. Just heed this warning, they are not of the sea.

Before we ever moved to Louisiana, I'd heard that they had some pretty hearty culinary traditions. Their love of crawfish is known worldwide. The beignets are to die for. Seeing alligator on the menu doesn't even cause me to gag anymore. I guess you could say I've gotten used to the foods they love in this great state.
At least that's what I thought until this past weekend.
We headed out to a beautiful local park that stretches along a bayou. There are tons of turtles and ducks that gather when they see kids coming with a bag of stale bread and since we had a cabinet full (I blame our lack of carb eating on the insane HEAT), we were easy targets for the park dwellers. As we were standing there feeding the ducks, I caught a glimpse of something about three feet to our right. It hopped in the water and swam over to where the ducks were and took part in the breaking of the (stale) bread.

I turned quickly and yelped, "Kids!! Look at, that....that thing right there!" (One of my finer moments, indeed.)
There was a sweet local lady nearby who casually stated, "Oh, that's a nutria rat! They eat those down in south Louisiana." With that, she went back to her book and left me with my jaw on the ground. The dirty gigantic rat poo infested ground.

Look at that thing. Don't you want a bite? If you do, google Nutria Rat Recipes, again at your own risk. Not that I did that. I'm just sayin'.

Feel free to share your own local delicacies. Even the really gross ones.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Warning: You May Get a Cavity

Baby C has a new trick! She's doing the inch worm crawl these days and can pretty much get anywhere she wants. What this really means is there's a lot of turning off the surround sound and eating random objects off of the floor with a little banging her forehead on the leg of the coffee table thrown in for good measure.

But, seriously? If she threw the TV out the front door and ate the coffee table, would I care? No way, man. She's way too cute. I'm useless when she flashes me that gummy smile. Eight months next week and still no teeth. She's still nursing around the clock so I'm pretty much good with her toothlessness.

My three monkeys. I realize that this post is heavy on the baby but that doesn't mean that the other two are not equally as cute and fun. As a matter of fact, they are more so than ever. Brother starts Kindergarten next month and Sister moves on to Second grade. I don't want to talk about this right now. No, I'm not crying. It's allergies. I swear.

Again, could you resist this smile? She's the boss of every single person in this house. We are all wrapped around her tiny little dimpled pinky. Just the way we like it.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010


There is a wonderful place in my heart for this blog. Well over a year before I actually began Running From the Little People, it was there, in that wonderful place. I would dream of what I wanted it to look like. I'd think of the things that I wanted to share and compose posts in my heart and pray that I'd have a place to share them one day.

I've always loved to write. In high school and college, when one of my teachers would assign a paper, I was secretly giddy while all of my classmates groaned. The chance to get my thoughts down on paper was enough to propel me to research any assignment to the fullest. I'm also an avid reader and a chatterbox. Apparently, words are my thing.

I wish I could tell you why I took such a long break from this space. This space that I dreamt of for so long and have loved so much. I started to question my direction when I attended a blogging conference last year. I had a great time at the conference hugging the necks of the amazing women I've grown to love through this world of blogging. The thing that surprised me was the intense evaluation that happened in my own heart after I left the conference. There was so much talk of finding your niche and using the right words to insure that your blog was successful that my head was spinning. Listen, there's a place for that and there are bloggers out there who are great at it but I left thinking that if I wasn't going to be one of those bloggers, then maybe I should just stick to my pen and pad journal on my nightstand.

Have I mentioned that I'm also a tad of an over-analyzer?

What followed was me struggling with my purpose for blogging. Then, I got pregnant! Yay! I was way too tired and too sick to blog with any regularity. Boo! Then we found out that we were moving. Yay! With less than a month's notice! Boo! We got to our new home and settled and before we knew it, baby was here! Yay! Again with the tired. Yoo! (That's a yay! and a boo! because the reason for the tired? She's really cute.)

For the last couple of months, the fog of craziness has been lifting and I find myself writing in my head again. If that doesn't make sense to you, just pretend that it does. Before last year's season of over-analyzing, pregnancy, moving, a new baby, I wrote in my head all the time. I was always thinking of things that I wanted to write and then suddenly, the voices in my head went quiet.

Stay with me here.

Big Daddy has been saying to me for months that he wishes I would blog again. I have ignored him completely until one night a couple of months back, I woke up in the middle of the night with a heart full of words. I had a full post written in my head before I could fall asleep again. I couldn't wait to share it with my blog friends. Doubt and fear crept in and I wondered if maybe I'd left this space quiet for too long and I should just leave it that way. I convinced myself that my love to write and my desire to journal this amazing time in my life with three adorable kids would be best kept to the (also dusty!) notebook on my nightstand.

However, my heart still longed to put my words here. Friends, the writing in my head has proven to be a very important part of who I am and I just can't abandon that longing in my soul to write, to share, to put words down that show my heart and then leap with joy when a kindred spirit says they understand!

This blog provides me with so much and I am ready to dust it off and get it running again. The voices in my head are too loud and too eager to ignore.