Wednesday, October 22, 2014

A Quarter of a Century

Last Saturday I turned 25 years old.  Admittedly, every time someone reminds me that I've achieved "a quarter of a century," all I really hear in my head are the voices of a young Rupert Grint and Daniel Radcliffe, discussing Harry becoming the youngest Seeker in "...a century.  According to McGonagall."  I want to finish everyone's sentences for them with just that.

Harry Potter movie quotes aside, age 25 has been pretty good.  Preston drove us south, past acres of gorgeous farmland that made my heart leap, for a day of adventure at Brown County State Park and a pleasant evening around Nashville, IN.  We stopped at the General Store for some fried biscuits rolled in cinnamon and sugar and smothered in apple butter.  Who needs birthday cake when you can eat ten fried biscuits?  Oh man.  Have mercy.

I took ample pictures of the vistas and scenic winding roads (what is it about winding roads shadowed by autumn leaves?) all through the state park, mostly for my mom and her friend, Kenna. (Enjoy the views, ladies.)  The day saw rain and clouds, which only added to drama of the autumn landscape.  Preston and I ended our adventure feeling invigorated--both of us miss the mountains very much, and getting up into these hills settled our longing a bit.  If you ever visit the area, I highly recommend a jaunt through Brown County.  Especially on a birthday.



Making it to 25 has been a blast.  With a birthday in October, each year is destined to just keep getting better.  October is the greatest.  So are birthdays.  Thanks for all the love, friends.  Have a good one.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Sonny Boy Turns 1 (sort of)

Well hey.  It's been awhile, yeah?  Quite a bit has changed since last I wrote, the most significant being the size of my belly.  A little someone is on their way to join the husband, the pooch, and me at the end of January.  As a result, I spent the entire summer and then some on the couch wanting KFC and Ginger Ale. (Neither of which helped that sensation we erroneously call "morning" sickness.  I'm bitter about that little nickname.)

But, before I attempt any sort of major "catch-up" from the summer's events, we need to celebrate Sonny Boy.  August 24th marked our first full year together.  The title of this post is misleading, I know.  He is not in fact one year old.  More like four or something.  But we have had him for a good year (and then some since, of course, I'm very behind in all of this documenting stuff).

So I made some homemade dog treats shaped like bones, his name etched in each one, and bought him a special party hat just for dogs, and we decorated the house with squirrels and cats and invited all of his little neighborhood friends over to celebrate this pooch we love so much.

Yep, totally lying.  Again, this living for two thing has really put me under, so no homemade dog treats or friends over even for our special guy.  Instead he got a can of wet dog food hastily grabbed from the store and a candle that he had to watch melt into that wet dog food while I attempted to remember how to use my DSLR to capture pics of him wearing a homemade (at least something was) party hat that was slightly too snug around the neck.  We ended up with blurry pictures and a drooling, anxious dog.

But enough excuses.  Here are some pics of our little guy being such a good sport.

^^I'm sure I'm biased, but isn't that face--so exasperated with his silly humans--just adorable?  As we bustle about the house, Preston and I hear one another saying constantly from the other room, "You are just the cutest dog."  He really is.

My favorite thing right now is watching him grin foolishly after a great game with his rope or after a long walk.  He'll sit and stare at us with those big brown eyes and just pant and smile as if he's got it all.  And he pretty much does.  See below for some tidbits about this special pooch.

Sonny Boy Quick Facts:

Favorite words:  "walk," "ride," "treat," "go," "toy," "up," "Preston," "want to cuddle?"

Favorite habits: cuddling on our decorative pillows, watching for Preston to get home, eating grass, chasing squirrels, running with the kids in the 'hood, playing tug-of-war, licking his paws clean (which drives us crazy)

[Kelsi's] Favorite new trick: When he nudges my leg letting me know he needs to go out to the potty, I say, "Go find Preston!"  Works like a charm.  ;)

Friday, June 20, 2014

Southern Beauty

The husband and I went for a Sunday stroll around the university lake a bit ago.  We are soaking up this southern summer as much as possible.  We had a lovely night, one that lacked only the fireflies, which I'm yearning to see.

Southern charm is infectious.  It permeates nearly everything--architecture, foliage, food preparation, store checkout lines.  The element it eludes is the driving manners--they are dismal.  But these homes and the fried chicken encourage us to overlook the rude driving.

^^I could not get the expanse of these trees within the scope of my lens.  I'm dying to climb up and swing my legs while eating a  peanut butter sandwich and chatting with Forrest Gump.

^^Among all the beautiful plantation-style homes we saw, this quaint, manicured cottage-style was Preston's favorite.

Have a happy weekend, friends.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014


Most of the time I prefer my pancakes thin, crispy, and topped with white sugar, sometimes homemade strawberry jam.  I roll up my pancake and eat it in two to three bites. Some of the time, however, I do eat my pancakes with syrup.  It has to be pure maple syrup.  And that is when my pancakes have chocolate chips in them.  And I only like my pancakes to have chocolate chips if they are fluffy.

Last week the craving was for thin, small pancakes with granulated sugar.  Tonight, these fluffy, rich babies.  (Try the recipe if you know what's good for you.)

The husband is at a work meeting till late. So it is just me, the dog, that stack, and the World Cup tonight. Boom, baby.

Monday, June 2, 2014

Cougar is a Graduate.

My family just waved off its last 4th generation Davis Dart.  My youngest brother's class is memorable--the 100th graduating class at Davis High.  The centennial year has been a celebrated one.

Dart Pride is a tangible thing.  It's an envied thing.  My siblings and Mom are proud to all have sported the brown and gold, to come from a high school rich with tradition, to be among many students who are 3rd, 4th, and even 5th generation attendants of Davis High.  Our great-grandparents attended school together.  Many grandparents still attend sporting events, sharing stories of their own glory days rushing the ball in colors representing rich soil and glistening wheat that helped this community prosper.

Yeah, Davis High is a good place.

Congratulations Class of 2014.  Davis sent off it's 100th class in style.

Saturday, May 31, 2014

{Tribute} Three Years


It is twenty minutes into June and I am nearly a month late in recording our anniversary.  Such is our stage in life.  It seems that week to week we are in a different part of the country.  Not a bad thing.  Just a little flurried is all.

We didn't vacation this year for the first time since our honeymoon.  We knew we'd be traveling soon--gone for an entire summer.  So instead we played it low key, finding quirky, unique things to do around town.  We felt like kids and it was great.  My favorite part of the day was painting pottery.  Thanks for indulging me.

Three years of wedded bliss has made us sillier than ever.  We tell each other constantly that we're so glad we're such good friends.  You often ask me if I look at you and think, "What in the world was I thinking?"  You ask why I ever said yes.  And though there are many reasons, the first one that always comes to mind is your kindness.  I fell in love with your kindness.

Thanks for being mine, heart and soul.

Happy 3rd Anniversary.



(Photograph by Jami Leavitt)

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

{Travel} New Orleans--French Quarter

Yikes.  My last post was on May 2nd.  A lot has happened since then.

First things first.  We moved to Louisiana for the summer.

I wish I had been better at recording all of our first impressions of the South.  It is gorgeous here.  And also very foreign in many ways.  The roadkill is diverse (armadillos, lizards, and something frightening with huge claws and a stubby nose), the trees are immense, and the food is as delightful as everyone said it would be.

I have a bunch of fun little details to share about our first couple of weeks here, but I'll start with our colorful afternoon exploring the French Quarter of "N'Ahrluns".  Our first stop was a mask shop.  We were drawn in not by the masks but by the air conditioning.  The masks were just a bonus ;)

^^I think the stranger behind us dropped $200 on a couple of masks for his girlfriend and himself.  They'll be quite the pair at their parties, I'm sure.  Preston laughed that he and I have been age 45 since we were 21.  I countered that we've both been stuck at age 9 for awhile...

Also, we're not mentioning how many other people have probably tried on these masks.

^^I think this is a good look for me...

One of the attractions of the French Quarter is the architecture.  Such a feast for the eyes.


^^Funny story about this door knob.  I was taking a picture of it when from behind me a man asked why I was taking a picture of it.  I said I loved the detail.  He then smiled and said he got it from Joann for $5.  Haha!

^^Nope, we haven't tried any yet.  You can be sure we will, though!

After visiting the French Market, we wandered through City Park, considering a paddle boat ride.  But we opted to sit in the shade instead and watch everyone else sweat to death on their boats.

Throughout our visit I thought of Kate Chopin's The Awakening and the film version of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.  It only added to my delight with the city.

More Southern Adventures coming soon!  Hope everyone had a fantastic Memorial Day.