ten on tuesday.

1. Brent recently installed Apple TV at our house and after school today the kids and I wanted to watch it. I couldn’t figure out how to turn it on but, thankfully, my seven year old could. Think he’ll program my VCR for me when I’m old?

2. And why did we want to watch our Apple TV? Leave It to Beaver on Netflix. The kids are officially hooked on Wally and the Beav. And I’m thinking I may need my VCR programmed sooner rather than later.

3. Sarah and I have just started working on a mother-daughter journal together that I saw recommended by A Mighty Girl called Just Between Us. I can’t overstate how fun it’s been. Highly recommend if you have a tween-ish girl in your house.

4. Friday night we hosted our quarterly Supper Club at our house. You really have to bring your “A” game with this particular group of creative culinary couples and while I technically have no “A” game…I have friends who do. Which is how I ended up with this breathtaking centerpiece that couldn’t have fit my house better if I had designed it myself. Which, of course, I never could have. My friend Charlotte Wessel is incredibly gifted in creative floral design and I was so excited to have one of her masterpieces on my table! Charlotte is in the process of launching a floral design blog and I will link it up here the very second it goes live.

5. My book club just finished The Rebellion of Miss Lucy Ann Lobdell and have moved on to The Girl on a Train. Both have been fun interludes to the Outlander series that I’m four books into. Just in case you needed a few recommendations. =)

6. I also snuck ahead on our reading list and read The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up. It’s a quick and interesting read but be prepared to devote half of your weekend to furiously cleaning out every closet in your house. I’m embarrassed to admit that eight trash bags of clothes and shoes were removed from my bedroom on last Thursday’s snow day.

7. Interesting piece on NPR this week about parents nurturing narcissism in children.

8. And speaking of NPR, after Serial I moved on to Invisibilia. Not quite as riveting but infinitely more informative.

9. We’re hitting the 60′s here this week and the rain is moving in. I say, bring on Spring!

10. Happy Tuesday friends!

ten on tuesday.

1. Excuse me while I blow the dust off these ToT keys…

2. This weekend the six girls from my running group drove down to the coast for the Seaside Half Marathon. We stayed at our beach house (post to come) and had an absolute blast. It was my 9th half marathon and #10 will happen next month in Lynchburg. After five years of serious running I think I’m finally ready to think about a full 26.2. I’d love to hear your thoughts if you have resources/training plans/regimens you think I need to know about.

3. This morning my dog Tigger Facetimed with Samantha’s new puppy, Coco. Whoever said long distance relationships are for the dogs was totally right. As much as it stinks having a bestie in Boston, I still probably wouldn’t trade her.*

4. * I technically have to say that since it’s her birthday in 8 days.

5. This weekend there was some serious discussion about karaoke songs, in preparation for our annual backyard Summer shindig that never disappoints in the live (bad) music department. We made a mental list of best karaoke songs which, of course, included Total Eclipse of the Heart. And so I had to show them this:

6. The kiddos have been helping out with making lunches on mornings that they have extra time. Tomorrow I think they’ll be happy to find one of their weird but delicious favorites in the fridge: rice balls. These are total throwbacks to my own childhood when my Mom used to make them as an after dinner treat for my sister and me. If you have extra rice on the stove they’re super simple to make. Just scoop a handful of rice and squeeze it back and forth in your hands until it forms a ball. Then roll tightly and call it done.

7. And yes, that Pyrex is a total throwback to my childhood too. My mom can find anything at a Goodwill and vintage colorful Pyrex is no exception. She keeps me well outfitted in glassware of every shape, size and era.

8.Speaking of every shape, size and era – I bought two bathing suits on a whim this weekend when we stepped into a store to buy last minute warm running gear. (Turns out the weather for our beach race wasn’t so beachy.) Thank goodness I nabbed those babies just in time for the ice storm that’s heading our way. *sigh*

9. I got bangs a couple of months ago and the “you look like Jennifer Garner” comments have stepped up exponentially. Last week at Costco when the cashier asked if anyone ever tells me that I look like JG Sarah jumped in before I could answer and said, “YES. All the time.” Truth.

10. Have a great week friends!

ephraim turns 7.

I have to admit how surprised I was to come back to the blog and actually see comments. I had almost forgotten what those were. Thanks, y’all. I actually came back with the intention of writing a little something that’s been rolling around in my head. But then I found three picture posts that I never actually finished so I figured I’d start there.

Ephraim’s 7th birthday happened. He’s pushing 7 1/2 now so I guess it’s time to share. My children both have birthdays that fall right smack in the middle of my busiest portrait season which would be pretty sad for them if they didn’t have the Daddy they do. But over the last several years he has stepped up to the birthday party plate in a major way. This year might have taken the cake for E though…

It was a nerf battle of epic proportions.

Brent built targets for the kids in the painstaking way that only a NASA engineer can. They were perfect.

Even this mama got in on the action.

(And for anyone that knows my Mom, was that one of her poses or what?!)

This one, on the other hand, I’m afraid is all mine…

Sarah busied herself as emcee for the afternoon. A job she took a little too much of a liking to if you ask anyone in attendance. She was was drunk on microphone power.

After some target practice the battle began. The rule was that anyone who was shot had to head to the side wall for 10 jumping jacks.

I spent a lot of time on the wall.

So did the emcee…but mainly because she was busy trying to yell at the boys for any perceived infraction.

The birthday boy wanted an Auburn cake this year…

and his Daddy was sure to oblige.

After a quick group shot at the end,

and a mandatory photo bomb by big sister,

It all came crashing down.


Good on you, Brent Cobb. I nominate you all time boy Cobb party planner.

on ghosting.

Sorry y’all, but I think I might have ghosted.

Ghosted – you know, where you leave a party without telling anyone you’re leaving? You just leave.

Yeah, I think I did that.

It’s been almost four months with nary a post on this blog and it’s starting to be something I don’t even have on my “really should do that” list. It’s starting to feel like it never even existed. The guilt of not blogging is starting to lift.

Yesterday I received what may be the nicest message from an almost-stranger that I’ve ever received. It was about this blog and it said all kinds of lovely things about me that I’m 98% sure are mostly not true…but it lifted my spirits so. And it made me smile to think that anything I’ve ever written might have ever made someone feel like that. Because even if 2% of it IS true, that would be enough.

Oh how I have loved this blog. It got my mothering self through babyhood and toddlerhood and saw me off into the harried pace of childhood with a gentle shove and a smile…the kind I give me kids each day when they head off to school. Goodbye! Have a great day! See you when you get back!

But then I didn’t come back.

The writing I did on this blog over the years – and the responses I received in return – saw me through such a transitional, formational time in my life. And it didn’t dawn on me until yesterday that perhaps I wasn’t the only one on the receiving end of that benefit. If it might have done a bit of that for you, I can’t tell you how that pleases me.

This is a new time in my life. My kids are in school full time and they spend the small time that they’re with me hollering “don’t talk about me!” should I ever tell a story about them in their presence. It’s okay. I remember doing the same to my own mother. If only I had known at the time that she wasn’t sharing sweet stories on my behalf to find humor in me – but rather, to revel in me. To share with the world the precious joy that my sister and I were to her. All the sweet, silly, ridiculous, maddening parts of us. I know this now because I feel it toward my own sprouting children. And as much as I want to share every delightful bit of them with the world, they sure wouldn’t appreciate it.

Sure, I can share a story here and there, but I think the days of  Sarah and Ephraim being the meat and potatoes of blog fodder have a little bit sailed.

And here’s another thing: I have real friends now. Okay, that sounds super dumb, I know. But the fact is that for so many years this blog was my connection to the world. I was home with babies who napped. I was starting a business in my kitchen. I was changing and washing and changing and washing what felt like 50 diapers a day. There wasn’t a whole lot of face-to-face interaction happening in my daily life.

And now, well, there is.

We’ve been in Huntsville for going on 8 years and I LOVE THIS PLACE. I have settled into the rhythm of the progressive South (yep, it’s a real thing) like I was born to be here. These are my people, as much as I never thought I’d say that. My real, live friends hear my real, lame stories everyday. And then I feel kind of dumb sharing them again here. My need for over-sharing is often met by the end of a five mile run at 6:30 a.m. And then again at lunch with a friend. Or on the phone with my long-distance besties. And sometimes even with my husband (imagine that!). And then it seems the time for telling has past.

But here’s the thing: I miss writing. I don’t write anymore. I answer emails, I text (voice-t0-text, more accurately, with a few emojis thrown in for good measure), I occasionally stick a note in my kiddos’ lunch boxes. But that’s it. So maybe the time has come for this blog to fill a new need for me. No longer a need to connect for sanity’s sake, but rather, just a need to sort and process and get some thoughts out of my head.

So if anyone has stuck around to read what may come, great. But if you’ve all ghosted too, I can’t say I blame you. Sometimes, ghosting is good for the soul.

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?

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