I've discovered instagram.

Today's been a good day.  Several things have happened to make it so..

-I happened to decide to take video when I went in to pick Piper up from her nap. She had been happily laying there talking to herself and I wanted to get it on video... Instead I got video of her waving hey to me. It was a true christmas miracle. She's been "waving" the last few days, but we weren't sure if she knew what she was doing. This morning it was very obviously on purpose.  And I got it on video.   Score one for, Bevin.

-While we were riding to get lunch I said "Piper, can you say hey?" and she started waving again.

I nearly wrecked.

She has since learned that not only is waving hello great fun, but it also gets people to stop and say hello.

This part does not thrill me.

I'm really not as anti-social as I make myself seem on here.  It's just hard to get stuff done when every few minutes someone new wants to come talk for 10 minutes.  

...Also most people are close talkers and have horrible breath...

-While at target returning a shirt I got in an arguement with a lady. It doesn't matter whether I was right or not. ..simply that I, a timid Drinkwater, actually stood up for myself and won.

I was right by the way and the other lady made a complete butt of herself in front of several others who knew I was right.

I love being right.

-Finally I made a new friend today. Everyone, meet Joj.

I have nothing to say anymore.

So when I was in high school I took an art class as my elective. I did it because the alternative was band or gym. I don't do physical activities and, at the time, band seemed like a certain death.   So art it was.

The nice teacher was very supportive of my abilities. I think she thought I had a gift. Anytime we'd finish a project she'd display them on the walls for a few weeks. Mine always ended up in the back...kinda hidden. 

Cause she didn't want mine to show everybody else's up. I just know that's what it was.

One time, a kid in elementary saw my "painting" and they asked if another kid in their class had done it.

He was in like the third grade.

Side note - my iPad autocorrects misspelled words and sometimes I don't catch it. It just made my misspelled third into turd. If you ever see something like that, that's what happened.
.....For I would never use such language.

So anyway, tonight when we decorated sugar cookies, I drew on all my previous art class experiences to bring you the following masterpiece.




..Nailed it.

Psalm 118:1

"Give thanks to the Lord for He is good.."




He is good and He deserves more thanks than I will ever be able to give.

Thank you, Lord.

I'm not braggin'. I'm just braggin'. Wait, what?

As of today, I've lost 16 pounds.   

...in 10 weeks.

...during the holiday season.

...without working out.

Weight watchers is the cheese.    

Excuse me.   Some cheese sounds good right now.

It hurts how good she smells.

Sometimes I go in her room at night and I realize that I have a baby.  

I have a baby....

I do.  

And then I smell her head and I realize I have a baby.  

Then I have to go sit down and try not to cry for how happy I am.


Thank you, Lord.

There's no place like.... Excuse me

We just got home from our thanksgiving trip to Indiana. It was one of the best thanksgivings so far. However, it did not start out great. It took us 14 hours to get there.

...Just let that marinate for a minute...

14 hours. In thanksgiving traffic. With a 5 month old.

Anyway, we had a great time and a nice drive back and when we finally got home we brought Piper in to bathe her and get her in bed. I'm trying to think of a way to describe how excited she was acting to be home. She actually got giddy and did a little dance in my arms when we walked in her room.

So we finished her bedtime routine, lay her in her crib and started to say our night time prayer. Carey was in the middle of asking that she have a good nights sleep when suddenly she arched her back and tooted the loudest toot ever produced by an infant.

And smiled... As if to say, "Yep, it's good to be home."

Remind me not to eat her food.

I went out shopping with Pipes today.   It was wonderful weather and she rode around in her umbrella stroller like the laid back, (mostly) content child that she is.   She seems to love that thing.   And I love it because the stores I was in have the tiniest isles imaginable.   Honestly, what genius decided to put a Carter's in a space that is not even big enough for people to squeeze through alone, much less with a single or double stroller that is loaded down with all kinds of baby mess?

While I was there, I stopped in at Rack Room shoes and found the cutest tan colored shoes.   With ruffles.   I love ruffles. I should buy more things with ruffles.  

So anyway, I got to the cash register and I just happened to glance down at the cashier's hands and ya'll, I am not kidding you...   this girl had THE LONGEST fake nails I have ever seen in real life.   I mean, I've been to Ripley's believe it or not in Gatlinburg and seen the dude with the longest nails on record and hers weren't that long, but they were darn close.  Friends, they curved around.    She even had to hold her hand weird in order to write on the receipt.  

And the thing I stood there wondering is..    How exactly does one use the restroom with those on?

...Or wash their hands properly?

...Or tie their shoes?

...Or wash their hair?

...Or open a can of coke?

If she has a baby, how does she clean a dirty diaper?

Then I had all these images of what was lurking under those nasty, leopard print nails and I had to resist the urge to use the hand sanitizer they had sitting on the counter.  But I felt like she would have known why I was doing that and I wouldn't want her to know I was judging her.  No sir.

But I was.  

And I am.

I know, Lord.  I'm workin' on it.