The happiest visit.

My fabulous little mum came to Pensacola during her spring break! It seems impossible that seven days could go by so quickly, but they did. We crammed in as much good stuff as possible, including visiting (and cleaning) our new apartment, going to church, driving to some of our favorite beach towns, walking around Fairhope, AL, and spending a few days around school.

Mum at a candy kitchen outside Fairhope.

She gave me the perfect excuse to finally stop by this little candy kitchen on the way to Fairhope. They make all sorts of pecan treats designed to tempt pregnant (and non-pregnant) women — yum!

Admiring the jams + jellies through the window.

See how big my tummy has gotten? I feel as though my middle has been expanding every single day for the past few weeks. Those maternity shirts that used to seem so huge are suddenly looking a lot more reasonable now.

The belly is getting big...

Ever since I first visited Fairhope, I have been planning to take mom there. We meandered through boutiques, antique stores, and my favorite carpet store ever (below), taking our sweet time and enjoying ourselves thoroughly.

Mum at the cutest store ever in Fairhope.

When we got back to Pensacola afterward, I took her to local seafood store Joe Patti’s for some fresh scallops and shrimp. Did you know that leftover shrimp makes an amazing omlette? We discovered this morning that eggs + sauteed shrimp + sweet chili sauce + sour cream = gastronomic bliss.

Mum outside Pensacola's best fresh seafood store.

Mom was also able to be here for the lovely baby shower that some of the ladies at school put on for me.

At the Trinitas baby shower.

This is Mrs. Trotter, who organized the whole event and sewed me the perfect diaper bag in her spare time.

Mrs. Trotter, who organized it all.

The pile of presents was so pretty! (Yes, the cake is made of diapers. Much more practical than that other kind.)

Yup, the "cake" is made of diapers.

One of my students’ parents knit the baby this lovely blanket, which must have taken hours + hours + hours. Another mother is knitting me a gorgeous green one — I love knowing that the baby will have so many pretty handmade things to see every day!

Admiring the baby's new handknit blanket.

Speaking of the baby, she’s been kicking up a storm lately…I can actually see my stomach move sometimes. Based on her current behavior, I predict that she will be an early riser (um, 5 am?). I know this because I’ve been waking up ridiculously early for a while, but I think that I’m finally getting so tired that I can sleep in a little later. Unfortunately, I also just got one of the yucky colds that my students have been coughing in my direction for a while now. The cold is coming just in time for our next moving adventure — we’re hoping to take a lot of little carloads over this week and then see if some folks from school can help with the furniture next Saturday. I really like our new place, which has two bedrooms, a big kitchen, more windows, and a nice little patio. The living room is smaller (and kind of awkwardly laid out), but pretty much everything else is a step up.

That good old nesting instinct must be kicking in, because I am really looking forward to setting up house in the new place. Photos to come, after the move!

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6 thoughts on “The happiest visit.

  1. Paula — thank you so very much for the picture and for doing such a great job taking care of your mother during her visit. — love dad

  2. You look darling Paula. Just darling! Aren’t handmade gifts the best? I swear I nearly cry everytime I get one because I actually KNOW how long some of the things take to make.

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