One week later...

One week since my last post and I have ...
Attended a gala fundraiser
Partied in an old historic mansion turned night club
Visited with Kenny and Erin in from DC in a new SA food spot
Painted my kitchen and entry way with the help of my parents - both look A-MA-ZING btw!
Presented my first presentations for phd school
andddd welcomed my 4th nephew into the world - Baby A #3 was born to Neil's brother Brent and his wife Ana- everyone is healthy and happy- what more can you ask for!

Happy Birthday Baby A #3!
September 20th 8.13 lbs

And I'm planning a baby shower for another special someone who will welcome a precious one in March- more on this later.
What an eventful, eventful 3rd week in September.

Welcome fall, lovely Autumn - I've known you were peeking around the corner.
Swatting at the scorching rays with voluptuous, gray clouds of fat water drops
You've come to stir the pot and rain a lot on crispy brown grass and paint it green and long again
You're full of colors, pictures for a locket, and I just can wait to see what else you have in your back pocket.

Dogs Days of Winter

I am so glad my garden will be looking good. I am so glad the lakes are filling up. A week of rain has quenched our thirsty central Texas.

However, my dogs have had enough of it. And, I have had it with them. My mother-in-law says, "Your dogs prepare you for your children." (She's had both, so I believe her.) That being said, I am in trouble! My tenacious, un-phasible Maisie, relentlessly begs to go outside. She is oblivious to the ice cold rain and frolics and sprints around like she just won the doggie lottery of bacon treats. She is bored to pieces with the back yard, so she effortlessly clears the fence to explore the front yard. I just can't get a bit of rest. NO Maisie! COME Maisie! Don't eat the piece of paper Maisie! Oh! You pooped in the neighbor's yard in the pouring rain... great! Let me go inside, wipe muddy paws and find a baggie, an umbrella, a coat and my shoes, re-find your poop and pick it up with my precariously baggied hand while I hold the umbrella and try to keep my coat off the soggy ground.

And as I finally arrive back inside, remove my wet shoes, coat and umbrella. I navigate through the garage to the trash to dump the poo. I finally get back to the task at hand... I suddenly feel a wet nose poking me. It's a little black dog... who's tired of being cooped up inside all week.

I can't say I blame her; the poor girl needs to burn off her energy. But, please Mother Nature, enough with the rain! I'm tired of chasing my furry child around in it! If this is birth control... it's working! ;)

Mothers

If you are sad, if you are lost, if you just need to be heard by someone who knows you're not crazy, or silly, or whining. You can talk to your mother. She will tell you the loving truth, or just listen. Mothers magically have the patience to wait for you to figure out whatever it is they probably already know. They always act like they want to hear from you. Mothers always love their children. Mothers make you laugh. Mother's can still, make it better.
Thank you God for my mother. Thank you God for my husband's mother.

I love my mother as the trees love water and sunshine - she helps me grow, prosper, and reach great heights. ~Adabella Radici

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