The land that time forgot

You've wondered if time travel is possible and we're here to tell you that yes, yes it is. Travel back with me will you?

(Disclaimer: This post has doesn't have any baby photos, so if you're a baby junkie stay tuned.)

An hour south of Tuscaloosa is the sleepy little town of Greensboro, AL or if you prefer the Catfish Capital of Alabama; home of the Pie Lab.

We went for one reason: Dessert. Well, pie, specifically. It seems this is probably one of the only things this town has going for it, or at least it appears that way from the looks of Main St.

Sometimes you just need to stretch out, to break free from the confines of Tuscaloosa and savor something different, maybe a slice of coconut cream or chocolate bourbon pecan. Yep, this was just what Saturday ordered. Complete with farm tables and exposed brick, this restaurant brought Pinterest to life. 

Bonus: If you are looking for a place to shoot your next 1950s flick look no further than our very own Greensboro.

Hale County Library: reminds me of something from the set of  Pleasantville

Confessions before month three

Time flies when you're having fun or when raising babies. I mean really, where did these last weeks go? Week 12?? Are you kidding me.

Confession: I've come to enjoy middle of the night feedings. Now that you are sleeping through the night (well sleeping through the night in your rock n play, you have yet to master a complete night in your crib) 3am feedings have become a thing of the past, almost. There are the sporadic nights (when we put you in your crib) where you wake and need me and while I do my best to make them boring and quick (cause we all know you don't really 'need' me) I love our time together. I never thought I'd linger in the rocking chair at 3am but I find myself rocking you for a few more minutes than necessary just because I can. 'Cause it's just you and me, and nothing else is demanding my attention, and if this last month is any indication pretty soon you aren't going to need me at all in the night. Don't get me wrong, I love sleeping for a solid 8 hours but I also really love our time together.

Are you kidding me mom? Another blog post photo, really?

You seem to have graduated from newborn to full on baby this month. You have so many skills that you didn't have at first. I'm amazed that you've caught on so quickly, amazed and also a little sad. 'Cause was 8 weeks really long enough to be so small? I was emotional and sore and in a fog for most of those 8 weeks, couldn't we go back now that I am more alert? Confession: I wasn't ready for you to grow so quickly.

You  I survived your first time to stay with a non-family member and your first time in the church nursery. You were great of course, and kuddos to me: I didn't check up on you/stalk you while you were away. I've been mentally preparing myself for a while now but confession: leaving you is harder than I imagined. Leaving you with grandma/grandpa is way easier than leaving you with someone who isn't related to me, I'm not sure why but it just is. But now that we have the first time under our belt I think the next time with be a touch easier.

We love you so very much and look forward to the adventures that lie in month three.
Loves 

Sing/Talk

My life has become a musical. Yep, that's right, a musical. And not just any musical mind you, not the ones with lots of talking and then the characters spontaneously break out into song. No, think more along the lines of the latest Les Miserables where Hugh and Anne "sing-talk" (very technical term) their way through their lines. 

Here at the McCurry house we "sing-talk" about all sorts of things, finding parking spots, eating, changing clothes, pooping (yes, pooping). 

I told Dan I feel like Jan Levinson from The Office. No, not the crazy side of Jan (although there is some of that) but the mommy side of Jan, and I hope you're not thinking "Son of a Preacher Man". Think the "sing-talk" side of Jan.

Why do we "sing-talk"? 'Cause we're in love. Of course with each other but also with our daughter. You do stupid stuff when you're in love; like first boyfriend kind of love. Head in the clouds, deliriously happy, sing your way through the day kind of love, even if there are a lot of bodily fluids, it's still worth singing about. 

Baby Girl 9 weeks old

Entertain Me

The MANY faces of baby:

Two Months

This precious girl slept for the fist half of our photo shoot

Two months, where did those last 8 weeks go? It's so special to see you grow before our eyes. I watch your eyes and just know you are absorbing all the information you can and learning something new. 

 You have discovered your hands this week, bringing them to your mouth after going cross eyed with concentration. We also have a new babysitter for you; the ceiling fan. Good thing we have two in our house. You spend hours, and I do mean hours, cooing in delight at something so big that you can finally see, moving or not you seem to get excited about it. 

Speaking of moving your dad and I are thinking of starting a series of workout dvds based on your movements. When we lay you on your back you spend almost the whole time thrashing your hands in the air and against your belly, all while your feet and legs are suspended in the air (talk about strong abs) and then simultaneously move your head from side to side. I wonder how many calories you're burning? 

The many faces of baby

Happy Two Months!

Back in style

Ever notice how babies can pull off fashion trends that wouldn't be acceptable unless you were a baby…..I'm pretty sure no one else could pull off something so outdated and come out looking so adorable. 

Exhibit A: Giant hair bows.

Pretty sure the last person to successfully pull off a giant bow on their head was Lisa Turtle on Saved By the Bell. But somehow she rocks it!

Looking very skeptical about this blog post material.

Exhibit B: Tucked in shirts

Since we are not cast members of 90210 tucking your shirt into your jeans would also be ruled out in 2015 but somehow she manages to come out on top, resourceful and cute.

And last but not least Exhibit C: Socks OVER pants. 

We find that the only way to get her out of the house with socks in place (and not kicked off) is to wear them over the pants. Stylin'? Let's ask our friends from the 80's. 

She may be committing a fashion faux pas (and since she doesn't dress herself it's really me who's committing the crime here) but I suppose a girls got to do what a girls got to do.

One Month

Happy one month precious girl. Some days it feels like you've been here forever and some days I wonder how a month has passed already. I'm gonna blame it on the sleep deprivation. 

This month you met your Harris grandparents. They pretty much fell for you the minute they saw you. You seem to have that effect on people. Your dad also walks around like he has his head in the clouds, I think its a mix of lack of sleep and a deep love for you, but mostly the deep love right?

Our girl and Dan's Bear from his childhood. Can you guess its name? Wait for it......Teddy. Love the creativity babe!

Names you might hear around the house if you were to stop by: Precious one, precious girl and pretty lady. Seems we think she's pretty good lookin'

Pinterest copy cat, I couldn't resist.

This is your first time to wear a short sleeve shirt. How do I know that? I'm a first time mom silly, we keep track of weird things like that. I also know this because the weather is changing. When the seasons change in Alabama we have crazy weather patterns, like a drop of 55 degrees between night and day (that is today). 

The changes in weather seem to represent the ever changing status in our home. Life with a newborn is not really consistent. There have been a few tearful breakdowns because of this (mine, not yours thankfully). Your mom doesn't really do well with change and here I am thrust into it. Thanks for bearing with me this month pretty lady as we navigate these waters together. You are doing a great job at learning how to be a baby! Now on to month two.