ten on tuesday.

1. Watching election night results with bated breath. My life is a riot.

2. In local results, you may be interested to know that one of our neighboring towns again voted down alcohol sales. Please ignore that their mayor recently received a DUI. #nothingtoseehere

2. The only thing remotely as exciting is college football playoff rankings. War Eagle.

3. Vegetable and Greens Hash with Poached Egg was for dinner tonight. It was a hit with three quarters of Cobbs and palatable to the other 25%. Confession: I fried the eggs instead of poaching them and I *may* have added a tablespoon or two of butter. YUM. If I had it to do over (and I will!) I would add sausage. Everything is better with sausage. Or bacon.

5. Speaking of the 25%, both of our kiddos were solidly there on the growth chart at their checkups today. We are the 25th percent.

6. Which means only one thing: More butter and bacon ahead!

7. Check out these cutie kids I photographed with Heart Gallery a couple of weeks ago. What a blessing they will be to a lucky family.

8. I spent Saturday night at the Cottage with ten third grade girls. Um, I have no words. I think all the words in the universe were exhausted by those girls on Saturday night.

9. Brent is now in the throes of planning Ephraim’s 7th birthday party.  Epic nerf battle, ho!

10. I did a little shopping this evening with my friends from Happy Hour Crafts. You should too. Because who doesn’t need a monogrammed EVERYTHING?

Tate Farm, v8.0

Yesterday we headed to Tate Farm with the Baker fam for the 8th year in a row. Traditions are meant to be kept people, and we take such things seriously down here. Which is why I was obliged to have a margarita at Little Rosie’s when it was all said and done. Tradition demanded it. Half marathon on Saturday be darned.

When we first made this trek back in 2007 I was pregnant with Ephraim and Sarah wasn’t two yet.

Sigh. The good news is that although the kiddos have gotten older, I’ve gotten markedly younger. I promise. Click on that link and you’ll see an old tired pregnant girl. Yikes.

I tried to get a shot of our five kiddos together but we were photo bombed at the last minute.

The corn crib is always a hit,

although this year Sarah’s new birthday necklace from Caroline broke and spilled into the corn kernels. Luckily the charm was salvaged but the bead (which she swears is “real”) was lost forever. And for the record, it’s definitely a real bead. I’m just not sure it’s a real…whatever she thinks it is. Jewel? No matter, the girls went on an all-out search while the Daddies solved all of life’s more pressing problems.

The kids still aren’t ready to give up on this little corn train…

And we all had a good laugh about the year that Ephraim and Austill rode together and then Ephraim promptly got out and announced angrily that Austill had been squishing some of his rather delicate places. Priceless.

We measured ourselves (of course) and then headed out of the pumpkin-picking hayride.

One last shot of the gang…

And year eight was solidly in the books.

ten on tuesday.

1. Watching the World Series as I write. Go Giants.

2. Really, I don’t have a dog in this World Series fight, hence the lack of an exclamation mark. But my California fam roots heavily for the Giants so I’d love to see them win.

3. Friday I’m headed to Louisville with a few of my running girlfriends for the Urban Bourbon half marathon. Hopefully Saturday night we’ll be celebrating a successful race and the 40th birthday of one of our crew. Any locals have a fabulous restaurant recommendation for us?

4. I’ve just spent the last 15 minutes comparing the elevation map of the race to elevation maps of previous runs and races. Hold me. Kentucky ain’t flat y’all.

5. This afternoon we spent a couple of hours at Tate Farm with our friends the Bakers for the 8th year in a row. I love a good tradition. And this one is the epitome of good. I wondered out loud on the way home how long the kids would continue to humor us with this yearly trek. Brent says he’s forcing the issue until they’re 18.

6. As if they knew I was becoming nostalgic for their itty bitty years, the kids (ours + two Baker children) began an in-depth dissection of the tooth fairy issue. There was much comparison about how much money each of their friends received from ol’ T.F., with Sarah solidly declaring that her Tooth Fairy was “lazy” since she only gets a “plain old dollar”.

7. Meanwhile, Ephraim (who turns 7 next month) would be thrilled to get that coveted plain old dollar…poor kid still hasn’t lost his first tooth.

8. The sessions with the kids from Heart Gallery Alabama went so well last week. I can’t wait to see their faces up on the website. Somehow the kids manage to break my heart and give me hope all at the same time. Funny how that works. Want to know more about life as a child in foster care? Read this.

9. Disclaimer: Don’t read that in public. Or at work. Or anywhere where it’s not socially acceptable to cry.

10. Happy Tuesday, friends. See you next week.

ten on tuesday. ten weeks later.

1. It was gently pointed out to me yesterday that it’s been ten-ish weeks since my last ToT post. I was shocked. It was never my intention to stop blogging. But somehow I did. Oops.

2. Life here is good. It’s rich and wonderful, in fact. And the kids are getting big enough to tell their own stories. I’m hearing lots and lots of “don’t talk about me!” around these parts, which has probably contributed to my hesitancy to share as much publicly. I think I can find a balance though. I’ll try, at least.

3. After a week of Fall Break in California yesterday officially kicked off portrait photographer busy season. I love it so much. It’s about 8 weeks of pure crazy but being involved in the lives of so many wonderful families just makes my heart swell. I’m so thankful for this work that I do.

4. Speaking of this work that I do, I’ll be photographing 22 children on Thursday who are in the foster care system and hoping to find forever families. I’ve done this in conjunction with Heart Gallery Alabama for the last three years and it’s always such a wonderful, hopeful experience. I can’t wait to meet the new kiddos on Thursday! And, in typical awesome fashion, a ground swell of Huntsville friends have come forward to provide the most incredible gift bags for the kids. I can’t wait to see their faces when they arrive!

5. I posted a very sternly worded admonition to my friends via Facebook and Instagram yesterday regarding a new book series I’ve started reading. Outlander. The admonition was basically a “Dear John” to any of my friends who knew about these books and never told me. The copyright date was 1992 people! There’s simply no excuse for me having lived 20+ years beyond that date without knowing about these books.

6. Another thing that I’ve apparently missed the boat on? Jason Isbell. Y’all, my mother had to introduce me to his music. Now, I have an uber cool mother, but still. My mother. Clue me in people. I feel betrayed by my generation. And for that, I may not even tell you how awesome his concert is sure to be when I see him live in Nashville on October 26th. With my mother.

7. My children are officially on their birthday countdowns. Sarah has 14 days left until NINE and Ephraim has 38 days left until SEVEN. I die. Also, Sarah has officially changed her birthday wish from a mermaid tail to a slew of American Girl doll clothing (for herself) to include thirty eight dollar leggings. Um, try again sister. Mama only buys leggings at Target. On sale.

8. For the first time in our six Halloweens as a family of four, the Cobbs will be rocking the group costume this year. Specifically, the Super Mario group costume. We’ll have Mario, Luigi, Bowser, Princess Peach and a dog disguised as Yoshi. Just wait until you see my ground pound. (And while we’re on the subject…anybody have a couple pair of overalls that might fit a 34 year old woman and 6 year old boy cleverly disguised as Mario and Luigi?)

9. Is it Fall yet where you live? I wore boots today for the first time this season, albeit a bit prematurely. Short boots, tall boots or booties for you? I say all three.

10. Happy Tuesday friends. See you in ten more weeks…


the 4th. (almost 4 months later)

I think I’ve set two simultaneous records. First, for longest time between Pigbear blog posts. And second for longest time passage between an event and the blogging of it.

So without further adieu, here’s a look at our fun on the 4th of July. We headed down to Brent’s parent’s house on the river for some good, old fashioned family time.

I spent a lot of time toting my babies baby around in the water.

(And to answer your question…YES, I had a raging sunburn. Bad me. Also, I am not topless despite what appears to be photographic evidence to the contrary.)

While I was toting a water-logged Tigger, the rest of the fam was having a BBQ ball.

All of the Cobb 4th of July staples were involved: Uncle Tory’s tireless grill skills, Aunt Alice’s fried pies, and a slew of sun-kissed and crazy kids.

Correction, a slew of sun-kissed, crazy, fire-branding kiddos.

The very best kind.

(Thanks to all of you who have reached out/called me out via email, Twitter, Insta and the like to shame me back into blogging. I appreciate you. For reals.)

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