Only you, Bibby.....

would tell a preacher how to pray.

During Wednesday night dinner at church our preacher, "Mr. Terry," (who we adore and has a great sense of humor) was standing next to us while Rev. Bolding said the blessing. Bibby you have always been enamored with him. He can do the fake, removable thumb trick and on the way home you were grunting in the back seat saying that you weren't very strong because you couldn't get your thumb off. Anyway, as we were saying the blessing, everything was silent, obviously, and I peeked at you. You looked like an angel with your little prayer hands up and head bowed. Then I heard you calling for Terry. I look over and you keep on in a whispering voice, "Mr. Terry, Mr. Terry." When he looks at you, you tell him he needs to get his hands up! You not only say it but motion with your hands in an upward waving motion. So, there you two are both standing there with prayer hands in place. It was priceless, only you, sassy frassy would tell a preacher how to pray.

Times they are a changing

Virginia,

You are such an incredible baby. You have mastered crawling and with that are trying so hard to explore everything in your little world. I walked in just yesterday to find you standing up holding on to the side of your crib----so I guess you can pull up now. You also managed to get your self up on the side of the coffee table today. You have also learned how to feed yourself. No joke- we were eating dinner with Pop and Mymama while Dad was away studying in Bham when I was saying in a very frustrated voice that you won't feed yourself (I know you are only 8 months and aren't supposed to be on solids until 9 months) when you looked at me, reached down, picked up a piece of bread and put it in your sweet little mouth. It was truly like you just wanted to prove a point. Since then, you have used both hands to stuff those chunky cheeks. You also are saying "Bye-bye, mama, dada and yesterday you said, "Bibby." She was soooo excited. In all of the excitement of life you have decided that there is very little need for sleep and having been getting up at night. Just once, not crying but talking loudly until I come give you a bottle and put you back in your crib to continue your slumber. I really don't mind rocking you. I know how fast your sisters life has gone by and the fact that you are only 4 short months away from your first birthday I want to hold on to every minute. I love you little chunkenella ( I know it is not a very flattering nickname but it just comes out). Oh, another thing that you do that cracks me up is put the big chunky puzzle pieces with the wooden knobs in your mouth like a pacifier.

Beach

Girls,



We just got back from the beach. Honestly, I was very apprehensive about driving down with a 7-month-old, 9-month-old and 3-year-old but you girls could not have been better. Mammy had packed a "treasure box" for you Bibby with several tiny, individually wrapped gifts for you to open along the way. With the treasure box she also included an egg timer that we were supposed to set for 15 minutes and let you open one when it dinged. After you asking, "Did it ding?" at least 92 times before we even got on the interstate and hearing the tick-tick-tick MoMo and I decided that we would just tell you when you could open them. The rest of the ride went pretty smoothly. We went to Tacky Jack's when we got there and by this point Virginia, both you and Caroline had enough and were screaming and then Bibby, you decide to unplug your DVD player and stick the end of the cord in your mouth giving you a nice little jolt. Needless to say we were glad to be there. The weather was absolutely gorgeous. I guess it really was the "calm before the storm." Hurrican Gustav was on the way and there was not a single wave in the ocean. The water was crystal clear and calm enough that we could set the babies in it and they loved it! There were huge sand bars that you loved walking out to Bibby. Wednesday it was just MoMo and me with you girls and it couldn't have been a sweeter day. There was no one on the beach and the weather was perfect and your girls were really precious. Virginia, you loved digging in the sand with your hands and splashing in the water. Bibby, you chased and enormous Herron and loved looking for shells. It was also blue crab jubilee (mating season) and all the males were up really close to the shore and very lethargic (according to the umbrella man) so we could catch them really easily. I caught one that was so big that it wouldn't even go down in your little net. Bibby, you thought that was the coolest thing ever. Bibby, you changed so much during this trip. You really became a mature kid. You wanted to help with everything. Once you even opened the dryer and tried to fold the laundry for me all on your own. You were so helpful and sweet I walked you across the street to Surf City to get the "bag of rocks" you talked about the entire trip. The trip home was pretty uneventful except for the large amounts of evacuees. It took us seven hours to get home. The best part was at our last stop outside of Birmingham Mammy gave me a big lecture about how fast I was driving then pulled off ahead of us while MoMo and I changed diapers. Well, we get about a mile down the rode and Mammy and Granny had been pulled over with you in the car, Bibby. It was pretty funny. She didn't get a ticket. I think he felt sorry for ya'll because Gran couldn't figure out how to roll down the window and Mom said she was just trying to get Frosty the Snowman movie to play. We made so many sweet memories. I hope I never forget how precious you two are at the beach. Splashing in the water, digging in the sand and hunting for seashells.