Tuesday, December 22, 2009
I can't believe Christmas is only a few days away. The excitement is building inside of me and I can hardly wait. Hardly wait to race down the stairs first thing Christmas morning with the kiddo's. With all this cheer that I have and always have, there is something new this year. Holiday Blues,....What is that????
I've never had it before. What is this wierd feeling? For the last 30 plus years I have been the team captain of everything Cheery. Need to get your fill of Christmas,...come to my house and by the first week on November you would swear you had entered the North Pole. Want to watch a Christmas movie? I have them all alphabetically arranged just waiting to be enjoyed or I could act them out for you scene by scene.
But this year something is a little off. I'm not sure if it's because I'm getting a little older and things are starting to bother me. Things that usually I would sluff off my shoulders so that someone else would be happy. The truth is,...I'm tired of being the bigger person!!! That's right, I said it outloud and posted it here in Blogland for the world to see. No I don't want to come to your house for Christmas Eve for the 7th year in a row so I can watch all my relatives get drunk on Teguilla and speak in a language that I can't understand. Don't get me wrong, this is wildly entertaining on any other night other than Christmas Eve. Then drive over an hour back with past out children and 2 tired parents.
A friend of mine put it poetically the other night as we were having our yearly Christmas Cookie baking session, i.e. kids are in bed and we drink a bottle of wine with the excuse of baking. She said I needed my "Donna Reed" moments. I don't have them very often. I'm the Mom who forgot to send a recipe to babygirl's preschool for the cookbook they were making. That left my child's picture in the back of the book with NO recipe. That's right,..I'm the Mom who forgot. This happens a lot.
So when the holidays come I want to dive into being a Mother and a wife. Live like The Beavers. I want to plan our special meals and holiday gatherings. I want to stay up late baking cookies for Santa and watch the boys play football outside. That's what I want! This isn't too much to ask but all these years I've been playing a role in someone else's Donna Reed moment.
Hubby has been very supportive since my "breakdown." You know the one that all husband's dread. He came home to find his wife in a bath while the children ran wreckless around me. I figured if I closed the bedroom door and I could see them from my bath,...it was just like parenting. I completely unloaded on him and he actually took it pretty good. So for the first year in 7 years we are staying at home on Christmas Eve. We'll get to watch Christmas movies with the kiddo's and put them to bed early. Then have a "wrap" party to prepare all the kid's Christmas goodies! The point is, sometimes you have to say what it is that you want. If saying it doesn't work, then DECLARE it!
Here's my sweet bunch of Holiday munchkins at our recent family portrait.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Throughout my entire life one thing has always been constant. I could always count on my big brother. Without Fail. When everyone forgot my birthday, including my own parents, I went to the mailbox to find a Texas Tech Key Chain arrive on my actual 16th birthday. Even away at college big brother managed to remember his little sister on her big day.
For whatever reason I was always the kid whose parents forgot to pick them up. Whether that be from school, a party or a friend's house. I hated that feeling of being forgotten. But when big brother was suppose to pick me up, he was always there right on time. Never complained about having to drive his little sister around.
Even in high school when I was a nerdy freshman and he was a high school senior football star, big brother showed me around. Not for one second was he embarrassed to have his little sister join him and all his faithful followers. Drove me to school every day. The only rule he ever imposed was that I was not allowed to date any of his football friends. Fair Enough. I just waited until I was in college and then made out with all his friends,...sorry brother. He has lifted upon thousands and thousands of heavy boxes for me, cracked a joke when I needed one, taught me how to be cool and how to cheat at Monopoly.
So what has big brother done now to completely cement his spot as
Monday, November 23, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Little Man is going to be so excited this year. It's his first Christmas where he'll actually get to open presents. I heard through the grapevine that Santa is bringing a drum set. Santa has it in for me but I have to admit, I'm actually excited about it. Little Man LOVES music. Well, I've kind of forced him into it. I always imagined having babies that loved music like their Momma so since birth I've surrounded the kiddo's with it! Forming a musical band is a daily occurrence at our house. I think I have a prodigy on my hands with little man. He's good! You should see him with a harmonica. Santa's on a tight budget this year so I kindly did some research for him and found a toddler drum set for $20 at Wal-Mart. It's the complete set, even with a little stool to sit on. Can you imagine little man walking, make that tumbling, down the stairs Christmas morning to a drum set wrapped in a big bow.
Santa's also considering a train table for little man. Again, I assisted and took to doing my bargain hunting that I'm notorious for. Santa's lost without me I tell you. Found a ton on eBay. Found the most magnificent one of all as a matter of fact. It comes with over a 100 pieces of thrills and chills but the best part,..it's all made on an espresso coffee table with pull out storage drawer. I'm getting goose bumps. Problem,..it's way too expensive even on eBay. I noticed "this" seller had quite a few and I figured,...no way could this seller get so many and put up an investment like that. I started researching drop shippers that supply this table which led me to find it was actually a Kidkraft table. My mouth started to drool,...say kidkraft and I'm all in. Did more research and found where "this" seller was getting the goods. COSTCO!!! So I found it for way less and I managed to find a Costco coupon. Go ahead Santa, eat a big Christmas Eve dinner. You can afford it! My only hiccup is that I don't have a Costco membership and it cost $50 to get one. They want me to "join their club." I don't want to have to pay to be in a club. I only did that in high school when the braces, headgear, bionaters and retainers were holding me back. These days you should want me in your club because I am so witty and irresistible to be around. But my good girlfriend has one so,...MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!
Baby girl wants a computer. What happened to a box of Crayola's??? A computer? Really? It's an obvious observation that Mommy spends way too much time on the computer. Maybe I should play outside with the kids more??? But where am I now,...on the computer. Baby girl is amazing at the computer. She's 4 and can get from one Internet page to the next and play every free online Disney game there is. I left Photoshop open the other day on my computer and I came into the office to find baby girl working it like a pro! She had chosen different brushes to paint with, brushes I didn't even know existed. She figured out how to open a new file and everything. It was quite impressive. So it looks like Santa is going to have to figure out how to get a desktop for baby girl. I told him to try Craig's List so we shall see. That's right, Santa's elves now shop on eBay and Craig's List.
Now where I need your help is a gift for hubby. What in the world do you ladies give your husbands????? Every year I try and every year I fail. Last year was my worst. I actually got him a diaper bag. Go ahead,...laugh away. It is pretty funny now looking back. I thought I could get him a manly diaper bag with all the necessities in it. He got me back by giving me a vacuum. No joke,..I got a vacuum. I already had a vacuum. That was a tough smile to fake!
So give me some ideas!!!!! I need them. I'd like to actually get him something that he would genuinely be excited about!!
What do I want? I want a leg lamp. Call me trashy. I still have a little bit of hillbilly left in me from my Arkansas days and I really want a leg lamp. I want the leg lamp to arrive to my house in a large pine box labeled fragile. I want to put it in my window for all to see in it's glory. Christmas isn't Christmas without a leg lamp.
What's on your wish list?
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Every year we visit the same pumpkin patch. My entire self lights up all in a glow during the holiday season and this is the tradition that's starts it all in motion. The Holidays are the closest we come to perfect!
Hayride time. Get a kick out of those red plastic sunglasses I'm wearing. Why is it the only pair you can ever find are the most hideous ones you own and have no idea how you acquired. I think I'm messing with baby girl's hair in this photo,...it's a never ending saga.
Trying to avoid a tantrum or even worse Little Man throwing himself out of a moving barrel I opt to fit my adult body into the child size ride. May I also point out I'm the only Mommy on the ride while the others sit comfortably and watch.
Have you ever met Donna Reed? We did and even went to her house!
Peter Pan too! Will someone please tell Mommy she has my hat on backwards!
Got to get candy, must have candy, need candy now. I can almost taste it.
Little Man's first time trick or treating. Wouldn't have missed it for the world!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
The load up. I can't stand it. Put on your shoes please. No, not those shoes it's cold outside. A tantrum begins and I cave in and decide fine, let the child wear flip flops even though it's 30% outside. Just not a battle I care to fight right now. Little man needs his diaper changed,..ok fine. I can handle that. He starts screaming at me. I'm sure calling me curse words in his baby language. "No, Mom I like walking around in my own poop. It's very comforting." Find the diaper bag, fill the diaper bag. Lug the huge diaper bag to the car. Now where's my car keys. Nice, little man decided to hide them under the couch just far enough out of reach where I had to move the entire sofa to get to them. Cut to 30 minutes later and beads of sweat along my forehead and we haven't even left yet. Finally load both kiddo's in the car and buckle them down.
I had planned to take them to McDonald's for ice scream and play time. Unfortunately the McDonald's closest to us is one of the dirty ones. You all know what I'm talking about. The McDonald's that looks like it hasn't been cleaned in years. The McDonald's that is in the slightly older area of town. It's a tough call because it's so much closer to your house but your gambling. Is the close drive worth the chance of catching swine flu? Suddenly I remember there's a Chick-Fil-A just as close so we head in that direction.
Coffee,...must have coffee... shutting down...powering down...need coffee. I stop in at the Starbucks. Curse you Starbucks for not having a drive through. Can I do it? Can I manage the kids inside Starbucks without leaving a trail of destruction behind us? Little man is strong and little man is stubborn. I walked in and everyone looked so put together. Everyone except me and my crew. I took notice of what we looked like in the reflection of the windows. I saw myself in a maternity hoodie, the shirt that I wore yesterday then slept in and turned around and wore again today. A woman who had been popping Midol pills all day like they were candy. Jeans that were 2 sizes too big for me where I couldn't find my own butt lost somewhere deep inside the abyss of my jeans. Baby girl had marker streaked across her face and hands from craft time earlier. Wearing blue owl leggings and a multi-colored striped shirt with croc flip flops in 30% weather. Little man was dressed appropriately but had left over dinner smeared across his face and some unknown "stuff" stuck in his curly hair.
Wow,...even I judged myself. That is one tired Mom in that reflection. Those poor kids,..I wonder if they even have food to eat.
Managed to keep little man in my arms although he was fighting the best wrestling match of all time trying to squirm away. I think everyone in the Starbucks loved the screams and squeals coming out of his mouth. It mixed perfectly with the smooth jazz and the book reading that was going on there.
When did I become so uncool?
Back in the car, back in the car seats we went on our way to Chick-Fil-A. Very unfortunately as I tried to boost Little Man higher up on my hip, coffee poured all over the front of my shirt. Now this only drew attention to my boobs. My boobs that were being carried in an old bra that doesn't fit at all. You know the one you wear on a day when you plan on staying inside. The good old stand by. The one that lets them droop down as low as they want to go. The one that gives your boobs a day off. Now with the coffee high-lighting them it was ever so painfully obvious that boob A was a size 12 bowling ball and boob B was a size 8 bowling ball. Symmetry, don't take it for granted.
I HATE the play structures at fast food places. My children ALWAYS get lost inside them. When baby girl was still a toddler I remember climbing up to get her while I was 9 months pregnant. That was no easy task and I'm sure I looked ridiculous. As we entered the restaurant, a dagger hit me right in my Achilles heel. Balloons. Balloons everywhere. Balloons that are meant for decoration and not for 2 year old boys. Why do you have to decorate with balloons Chick-Fil-A? Do you know what a cruel joke that is on a parent? Little man went absolutely crazy. Crazy like a drug addict looking for his next fix. Little man and I played tug a war with his arm until I was successful at getting him in the play area. Once inside there was a little boy about 20 months old who began screaming. I looked around for a parent but I was the only one in there. I got up to help the little guy and thought to myself,...I hope little man doesn't get away from me while I'm distracted helping this parent less child.
By this time big kids had decided to come and claim the play structure. What is it with the big kids in the play structure. YOU'RE TOO OLD TO PLAY IN THERE. The rule is, if you are old enough to have a 5 o'clock shadow then you are too old to play in a play structure! They kept opening the door and leaving it open as they stood in the doorway. It was driving me crazy. I knew little man would make his escape at the ever lovin balloons that were taunting him inside the eating area.
Then it happened, I lost little man.
I called up for my daughter to ask if she saw little man up there. She said she did so I relaxed for a moment. This is why I can't stand these play structures. Kids get lost so easily up there and it's hard to find them. Have you ever tried to holler up at a kid explaining to them how to get out when the only knowledge of where they are is how far the echo of their voice sounds. I notice after I had sat there for quite a while drinking my coffee that I hadn't heard little man's voice. Quite strange and out of the ordinary. I call to baby girl again and ask her one more time if little man is with her. This time she replies, "No." Silent panic sets in. I go outside to the restaurant area just to make sure I don't see little man. I come back in and like a crazy person I make all the kids who are playing stop what they are doing and go inside the tubes to find a baby. I give them all explicit directions and order them to call down for me once they have found him. Growing anxious I decided it was time for me to crawl up inside the tubes.
Fear. Panic. Nausea
What happens next? Someone walks into the play area with my son in their hands. That's right. Little man had gotten out for who knows how long to retrieve the balloon. He was getting that balloon no matter what. I was mortified and relieved all at the same time. I looked disheveled and uncared for and so did my children. And now this uncared and disheveled Mom had lost her own child. I did what any Mom would do next,..packed my kids and headed home.
Should have stayed home? Now that's an understatement.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
The aroma. The smells that lingered in the air and gently kissed our cheeks. Aww,..the food court. The man who came up with the concept of a food court, genius. Pure genius. Where else can you get a sausage on a stick and a life sized chocolate chip cookie all under one roof.
There's a huge carousel in our mall. Hubby took our 2 kiddo's and our 5 year old niece for a ride. There was my magnificent hubby getting all 3 kids strapped to the horses. Maybe he's not too bad after all. I love that man. The carousel begins to turn and the painted horses begin galloping up and down. I soaked up all the sights and sounds.
There they come again. Some thing's different this time. Why is the carousel attendant on the ride with my hubby and kiddo's?
There they come again. Why is hubby getting up on a horse leaving little man in the arms of a stranger?
This woman was absolutely crazy. I'm talking certifiably crazy. She had taken some kind of liking to little man while they were in line and apparently she couldn't keep herself away from him. Apparently she had 17 grand children and a 12 year old son still at home. How is that even possible?
By the end of the day, hubby and I had gotten into several arguments. Who was suppose to get the high chair at the food court. Why did you let crazy lady hold little man while you rode a horse? The kids want balloon animals, they're only $2.00. Stop looking so miserable! Can't we just stop into Banana Republic real quick since they're having a sale. It's your turn to take the kids for a potty break. Who has the car keys,...it's time to go!
The mall is no place for a man.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
My name is Michelle and I am a graphics aholic. I just can't help myself. I'm involved in a heavy relationship with Photoshop and am having an affair with Dreamweaver. It's a complicated relationship to say the least. Our evenings are usually spent something like this:
ME: Why can't I insert a table here
Dreamweaver: Because you are a complete moron who is in over your head
ME: Stop messing with my borders
Dreamweaver: Stop messing with equipment you can't handle
ME: Why can't I just drag and drop
Dreamweaver: Because YOU are a drag
ME: Fine, I'm going over to Photoshop
Photoshop: No you can't create a text path like that
ME: Have you been talking to Dreamweaver?
Before long I start speaking in tongue. Things like, CSS, HTML, insert tag, remove tag, pixels,
CUT, COPY, PASTE OH MY
It's enough to drive a girl crazy. I've hit myself over the head with a frying pan so much that I think the frying pan is starting to get it's feelings hurt.
Eventually I think I'm going to start a blog about html, graphics and such. Maybe call it Cracking the Code...cute name right? For whatever reason, people don't want to share information. It's like in order to be adopted into the club you have to drudge through the mud first. Not me, once I get this stuff figured out I'm starting a blog and sharing allll the secrets. Take that you graphic Nazi's!
Waddlers and Toddlers eBay has been given some great attention lately. Next post I'll go into more detail but I did want to recognize those who are visiting from the store. First, thanks so much for coming! I can see you all in my traffic reports so I know you're there. You can't hide! And 2nd, I promise to get to more of the goods, not just my rambling! As suggested by a fabulous customer who somehow thinks this blog is worth reading, I'll be placing a calender over there on the right of this blog that will list the schedule of sales. That way, if you miss a day at the blog you wont have to wonder if you missed a sale. I just listed tons of my fav's that I've been waiting to get up. Tons of Matilda Jane,..trust me they are adorable. My all time fav Baby Gap lines, Miss Mod, Northern Lights, Woodsy Treehouse, Crazy Stripes and Boho. Want to know what the fastest selling items have been.......LEG WARMERS. How adorable right. Little girls in their sweater dresses and leg warmers.
Now, I'm off to catch up in Blogworld. I've missed my blog friends and I must go see what their creative minds have been up to. Love you girls!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
The little girl next to Ava is really one of her sweetest friends. Even with a screwdriver in her hands she still manages to make it a "girly" activity. Her parents are good friends of mine. They have 2 little girls at home so their house is pretty full of estrogen. Here's a recent conversation they had.
Dad: You know, I love having 2 daughters. Really it's the best. But you know, I would love to have a son.
Mom: What do you mean?
Dad: Well, it would just be nice to go outside and play catch or something manly.
Mom: I bet Aubrey would love to go outside and play catch with you.
Dad: I don't know. She's pretty girly. Not sure if she'd be all that into it.
Mom: Are you kidding, she'd love to play with her Dad. Go ask her
Dad: "Aubrey, do you want to go outside and play football with me?"
Aubrey: "Sure Dadddy. Just hold on one minute while I run and get my princess ball"
Friday, September 18, 2009
I was not naive to the pain of childbirth while pregnant with my 2nd offspring. I knew that when the time came, and it would, that I would much prefer a fork in the eye to pushing out an 8lb baby. I was scared.
Labor started the night before. I was being induced just like I had with my first child. I'm a rip the band-aid off kinda girl. Let's just get this done. So we arrived at the hospital. This time my bag was packed with realistic items. With my first child I actually packed size small pajama's to wear after I gave birth. Was I really that naive. You know, I couldn't even fit my leg into those pj's after giving birth. Did I really think I was immediately going to return to my normal size once the baby was born? Apparently I did. This time I went all in and packed XL maternity pj's.
The nurses did their thing as did my husband, going right to sleep on the fold out bed. About 2 hrs in I was already feeling some pretty heavy contractions. I tried to brave through it. I'm a suffer in silence type. I would have been able to do it too if my husband hadn't been snoring sooooo LOUDLY beside me. I remember laying there in bed not being able to move with all the gadgets hooked up to me. Not being able to put an elbow in my husband's back as I usually did when he snored. It was like Chinese Torture sitting there listening to the snores. I kid you not, I compared it to being trapped in a cage with a dripping faucet. Mind Torture. I did what any woman would do. Threw whatever I could reach and aimed it at his head. Unfortunately, I was unsuccessful as he just grabbed the pillow I had launched and used it to cushion his head. And then I just missed my pillow.
By the time morning arrived I was looking like a soldier in battle. Tears hadn't come yet. I was still determined to keep my wits about me. Stay the course. After dilating to a 6 I finally spoke out and said, "It's time for the epidural please." Ever polite. I am a little crazy when it comes to "public" behavior. Always reminding myself that people will respond better if I'm nice to them. Maybe I'll try and tell a couple of jokes to get these people on my side. Yeah, that's it. I'll win them over with my charm and become their favorite patient. Yeah, that's it, that's what I'll do. That lasted for all of 5 minutes.
The epidural didn't work yet again. It happened with my first child. Why didn't I prepare for this? Did I really think it was a fluke the first time? I have scoliosis where my spine makes a wicked S. Thus making it very difficult to get the needle in straight. What does that give you, only half of your body half numb. 4 more hours passed. 2 more epidural attempts were made. I had to lay in a certain position on my side for hours. I can't remember why exactly,..something about the baby. I'm sure it was important. That in itself is torture. When everything in your body is telling you to get up and move but you can't. You can't because you have electronic gadgets coming out of your yoowho. I clicked and clicked the epidural button hoping for any kind of relief. All it did was numb my left leg. Numb it so much that now the leg was miserably stiff and I had to be moved like people trying to lift an elephant.
I had the most fantastic nurse. The one and only reason I made it through the battle. I remember laying there saying crazy things. Things like, "Jesus take me. For the love of God please someone help me. For everything holy in this world, end it. End it now." My husband heard my gibberish and went to grab the nurse. They came to find that I had used all the medicine in the epidural and needed to change the pump.
That damn pump. The pump that I worked for via 3 epidural attempts. The pump was stuck and the nurse couldn't get it open. I heard her grunting as she tried to pry it open. Next thing I knew she handed my husband a wrench. Yes, I said WRENCH. I couldn't believe my eyes. This was what I was suppose to rely on? My husband and his tool belt? At this point I knew it was all me. I was doing this alone. I started yelling, "Forget the bleeping pump. This baby is coming. The baby is coming now. I'm going to push whether or not you guys are ready so someone better catch the baby,...and I did. Started pushing.
Finally the doctor came in. Of course what did I say to her,..."Hi Dr, how are you?" Her reply, "Well, not as good as you." WTH,..did I just hear you say that? Surely you didn't. Not as good as me? I'm strapped like a prisoner to a bed with a baby crashing down my vagina and a husband next to me with a wrench and you think I'm the one having a better day? Now of course I said all of this only in my head. My response to her was a smile. Yes, I'm crazy.
Baby boy came out shoulder to shoulder. He didn't come out the conventional way of one shoulder at a time. Apparently he was ready to get the hell out of there too. I didn't care about the pain. I just wanted to do what I had to do to end this 15 hour torture trip.
The good news is baby boy was of course well worth it. But forget the pain, never.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
These are the questions I am asked on a weekly basis, sometimes more.
What is blogging. What's the point? It seems like it would take a lot of time. Do you make money from a blog? How do you get followers, who do you follow?
People are so intrigued by it even if they really don't know what "blogging" is. So I'm going to try and explain it. I'm going to explain it through my eyes and how I see it.
Blogging in my opinion is new age letter writing. Remember back to a time when people actually wrote letters. We put our precious thoughts down on paper and sealed them with a stamp. Some might say that email is the new form of letter writing. I disagree. How often do you spill all your thoughts into an email. How often do you pour out emotion in a written form on a regular basis?
Blogging is a snapshot into a life. It's a glimpse at some one's struggles or success. When you read some one's story long enough you find compassion and empathy for another. I love to visit other Mommy bloggers. You are immediately met with an impression as soon as you enter their town in blogworld. With their headers, graphics and sometimes music they have selected to play.
Everyone wants to be heard. No, everyone needs to be heard. I think this is one of the reasons why I enjoy other blogs so much. I am inspired by others putting their words on "paper." They have something to say, even if it's small. That's why I admire bloggers. We all feel at times that we have nothing important to offer. It's just little ol me. But the blogger who may feel that sometimes still believes in themselves enough to have the courage to put there words out there. I am honored to surround myself with some fantastic people. Their stories inspire and change me. Even if they don't know it.
So why do I blog? Quite simply, to see my thoughts in front of me. To have them written down. Life is a bunch of moments all rolled into one. These are my moments. To connect to thoughts and opinions of others that I may have never considered before. The more I read, the more I write, the more I realize that this world we live in really is filled with caring, honest and good people. That we are way more alike than we ever thought possible. To share the good, the bad and have fun along the way. I'm not concerned if money will be produced because of this blog. I'm not concerned with getting the most followers, although I adore you all! I am a FIRM believer that if you focus on your passion, focus on your strengths instead of weakness, the money will follow. It almost always does.
So if you are inclined to blog, than just go for it! See where it takes you. Come get me and I'll read your journey along with you.
Now I know I didn't answer all the questions specifically. I promise I'll be more technical later but tonight I wanted to share what it is I get from blogging.
Oh, I do have a favor, thus my title. For all my blog followers. If you currently have a blog can you please add your link to your profile. What I mean is, if I go click on your icon your link to your blog should come up. It's usually the first place I go when I'm catching up my blog reading. Many, many of you don't have your link there. I want to be sure to visit yours first. It's easy, just go do it!!!
Monday, September 14, 2009
So in a desperate plea, I called my girlfriend and begged her to watch the kiddo's. I have a friend who once said, "Trying to get your husband or anyone else to watch the kids is like having to call the National Guard." So true.
After my fantastic and oh so magical hair appt, I went to pick up the kiddo's. The girlfriend's offered me a glass of wine which I politely accepted. Cut to 15 minutes later and we decided, no, were determined to go out. Husband's began getting home and wife's began telling them,
WIVES: "Here's the kids. We're going out. Every one's been fed so all you have to do is put them to bed."
HUSBANDS: "Tonight? It's a Wednesday night? What do you mean put the kids to bed?"
WIVES: "Yes, you remember. Put on their pj's and place them in the covers."
HUSBANDS: "What time will you be back"
WIVES: "I have no idea. Don't wait up"
HUSBANDS: looking panicked
WIVES: looking relieved
So we went to a bar only about a 5 minute drive from our house. This was one fancy bar. It was in the same parking lot as a "Loves" gas station. That's how we ride. Nothing but the best for us. We didn't care. It was close and cheap. It had been over 3 years since the 3 of us even went out together. The bonus of this luxurious bar,..it was KARAOKE night.
Give 3 tired Mommas a bunch of booze and a free microphone and what do you get?
Next thing I knew we were singing like no one could hear. Singing every kind of song that we had ever heard in our 30 plus years. The Karaoke host coined one of the Mom's as The PTA singer. It was us singing like we were 20 again. Demanding the stage. Me in my flip flops, denim capri and t-shirt singing Madonna's "Material Girl." We were all stars in our own right. For one night only, we weren't Mommas but beautiful songstresses blessing the crowd with our talent. I guess I should mention the "crowd" was only about 3 other tables. It's a small bar in a small town for pete's sake. That was probably their "busy" night.
We found ourselves onstage singing the ever popular "I Touch Myself." All 3 of us in all our glory doing something that only alcohol would have allowed. We followed that up with "I'm a B**ch" and of course every song from the movie "Grease."
The night was over but apparently I wasn't quite ready to rejoin the land of the sober as I decided to take the stage one more time. That's right. Karaoke king was putting away his equipment and the bar was closing. But not before I had to take it a step further. I took that stage, grabbed the mic and rocked it accapella. Out of all songs, I chose to sing "Smile." A favorite of mine. Not sure it was all that appropriate for a bar but there I was belting it out in all it's glory.
Needless to say the night ended with a good cry because that's how all girl night's end and off to bed to be ready for Mommy hood the next morning. The next 2 days were slow and foggy but I think I pulled it off ok. Kids are happy and fed and Mommy had a fantastic time. I think we made up for all the nights we hadn't gone out and it should last us for a long time.....
....We're going back this Wednesday but bringing more girls with us!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Can't say enough about this fellow blogger. You have got to check out her blog. She writes as if she is having a conversation with you. Like if you were sitting down at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee. Very candid, honest, funny and real. Most of all, so relateable.
Here are the rules for the Over the Top Award:USE ONLY ONE WORD! It’s not as easy as you might think. Copy and change the answers to suit you and pass it on. It’s really hard to use only one-word answers.
1. Where is your cell phone? charging
2. Your hair? dirty
3. Your mother? struggles
4. Your father? ill
5. Your favorite food? brisket
6. Your dream last night? weird
7. Your favorite drink? Mocha
8. Your dream/goal? Normalcy
9. What room are you in? Office
10. Your hobby? Music
11. Your fear? illness
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Content
13. Where were you last night? Home
14. Something that you aren’t? Fearful
15. Muffins? Cinnamon
16. Wish list item? Chi
17. Where did you grow up? Texas
18. Last thing you did? diaper
19. What are you wearing? shorts
20. Your TV? On
21. Your pets? hyper
22. Friends? loyal
23. Your life? beautiful
24. Your mood? cheerful
25. Missing someone? brother
26. Vehicle? old
27. Something you’re not wearing? Shoes
28. Your favorite store? Mine
29. Your favorite color? Blue
30. When was the last time you laughed? Today
31. Last time you cried? August
32. Your best friend? Erin
33. One place that I go to over and over? upstairs
34. One person who emails me regularly? Ivonne
35. Favorite place to eat? Sonic
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Baby girl L-O-V-E-D pre-school. All of her entire 4 year old self L-O-V-E-D it! Get this, she's disappointed that she only goes 2 days a week. Who knew?! Let me tell you, during her day off yesterday she was bored, so bored. This staying home thing is for the birds. What was painfully obvious,.....she has totally outgrown staying home with Momma, no matter how cool I am. I just can't compete with the kids at school who are so much groovier than me. C'mon, they can have intelligent discussions about what Spongebob said to Patrick and why Barney never blinks his eyes.
Here's some photo's of baby girl this morning so excited to go to school!
This morning was completely different than the one on Tuesday. We were all so excited. When we got to our car to load in, I turned on the CD player and we all danced out to Kelly Clarkson in our driveway. The neighbor saw us and decided to come join the party. Nothing like dancing outside in your driveway. Pure and innocent joy. Babies with big dimples and hearty chuckles while their little legs spin them around. I know it was a moment that will be frozen like still frames in my mind. Still frames that I will recall when my babies are all grown. And I will be proud of the job I did and the time I spent with them.
Your comments on Tuesday really touched me. Hold that thought,..Ring of Fire by Cash just came on and I can't help myself but to get up and dance,...that's right. I can do anything. No one's here,..no diapers to change, channels to change, sippy cups to fill. Back in a minute,......
Burn Burn Burn,...in the ring of fire....I fell into a burning ring of fire...yadda yadda...
Ok, back now. Man that felt good. Anyway, you savvy Mommy's out there hit the nail on the head when you said spend some time with little man before he too walks the halls. I have to tell you I was starting to think it was time for baby #3. Now for those that know me personally, you know how out of character that is for me. Baby #3,...I don't think so! 3 kids in a shopping cart, 3 car seats, 3 bedtimes,...ummmm not on your life. BUT with the pre-school blues the impulse was beginning to take over. So what was first on my list today after Pre-School drop off,...the pharmacy. That's right. I'm weak,..very impulsive so let's just take some precaution's for my overacting hormones before we make this family of 4 a family of 5. I already have a adorable baby still home with me. It's time to start spending some 1 on 1 time with him! He's always had to share me with baby girl but not now! It's you and me kiddo.
My mind is racing with things I could do today. I could:
- Get the dusty sewing machine out and sew some of those adorable knot dresses that I oh so love. I have over 5 bins of vintage fabric from dear Grandma waiting for me to make some beautiful creations
- Do some digital scrap booking. Have you tried that? No,..you need to. Absolutely so much fun! Get creative!!
- Clean the house,...who are we kidding?
- Pull out the old guitar. Back in my hay day I was pretty good with a guitar singing my songs of peace and inspiration. There was once a time I thought I was going to grow up to be a singer/songwriter. For the last few years the only new songs I've created have been about learning to go potty. But the guitar still sits out in my office as I can't bring myself to actually put it away. It's calling to me,..."Hello you inspirational Goddess...let's change the world through music."
- Exercise...yeah, after I clean the house. Everyone hold their breath and tell my when pigs start to fly.
So here's to us and the new chapter in all our lives. Whatever chapter you're in we all share the same journey, just at different parts of the story. I hope all your stories have a happy ending and thank you for reading my story along with me.
Now I better hurry if I want to create an entire digital scrapbook and new wardrobe,...only 2 hours left before school lets out. A tad ambitious??? A girl can dream.I'll leave you with the kiddo's seeing butterflies out the window before we left for school.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Go get 'em baby girl!
Friday, August 28, 2009
I recently spent the week with 2 extra kiddo's in the house. Wonderful neighbor of mine watched mine while I was working a couple weeks back so I returned the favor and watched hers while she was working. Here's what I learned while having 4 kids under the age of 4!
Never feed 4 kids who aren't the best with utensils, rice. I was trying to be all Martha Stewart like and actually cook lunch. Now I'm wondering what was I thinking as I try to sweep soft, gooey rice off the floor. Have you ever tried that,...it doesn't work. Should have gone with the lunchables.
- Never ask a 4 year old tomboy, "What's in your box?" It's always a "pet" cricket that decides to jump right at you while you're holding a 9 month old. Of course I sacrificed the 9 month old,..that's who I am.
- 1 monster energy drink a day just isn't enough.
- The next door neighbors are putting in a pool today. I swear they're laughing at me saying, "Look at our pool. We are so much cooler than you. By the way, you have vomit on your boob."
- Maybe I'm not as maternal as I once thought I was. These kids are really getting on my nerves. "No, you can't put that dog collar around your neck while being pulled by a leash." Tomboy replies, "Roof Roof, my name is Rusty and I wont answer to Megan. Now take me for a walk you moron!"
- I'm too lazy to load 4 kids in the car to head to the park so I insisit we can't go b/c it might rain. I don't really think they're falling for it. Maybe I'll blame it on the swine flu.
Monday, August 24, 2009
To get further details, please see the post below.
Now, some of my favorites.....
Baby Gap Madras Top
Reg. Price: $15.95
Sale Price: $7.97
Click HERE to view
Tips for shopping on eBay:
Incase your new to eBay here are some guidelines to help you shop.
-NWT: New With Tags
-NWOT: New Without Tags
-EUC: Excellent Used Condition. No stains, tears or rips and minimal wash wear
-VGUC: Very Good Used Condition. No stains, tears or rips but medium wash wear and slight pillage
Friday, August 21, 2009
WHEN: August 24th-25th
WHERE: Waddlers and Toddlers eBay Store
- You must follow our blog to participate. To do this, just click the "follow" icon to the left.
- Copy either the item title or item number of the listing you would like
- Starting Monday the 24th, I will create a post for the sale. You may either comment there with the information of the item you would like or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
- For those that prefer to call, you may do so at 469-261-0555
- For combined purchases you will pay the highest shipping cost plus an additional .70 cents per purchase.
- All orders over $50 are shipped for free.
- Sale is for apparel only; that includes adult clothing as well.
- Sale ends exactly at midnight on the 25th.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Maybe later I will share some stories of "behind the doors of a dental office." Now there's some funny stories.
Stay tuned for our Christmas in August Sale. It will be held the last week in August for 2 days only. Stop in on Thursday for the details.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
We are currently getting ready to put our house on the market and the search for a new home has begun. In my heart of all hearts, I have a vision of the home with the white picket fence, big front porch and hardwood floors. A craftsman style home that was built in the 1920's where the street is lined with trees. We live in a beautiful home now but we actually want to downsize. I know that sounds odd but I believe in living life simple. We have over 2800 square feet and only use the family room and kitchen. To be honest, we would all just rather be together in the same room. I often daydream of having Christmas around the fireplace in a cozy living room. A living room that has been around for over 80 years where families before mine have created their own memories. I daydream about a time where you could knock on your neighbors door and borrow some sugar or where the women in the neighborhood share coffee at brunch. Where I could walk my children down the block to the local stores to meet the shop owners and soak up the flavor. My problem, this house seems impossible to find. Here's a photo of a house that is about an hour from where we currently live that I would absolutely love to live in.
The problem is, most of the houses in our area that are historic with all the charm I so desire are not in the best neighborhoods or have the best school district. Where is a girl to find this home!
I am sure my visions of what I wanted when I grew up started very early on. From the movies I romanticised and the books that I read. I often wonder what my own daughter wishes for. Today we made over 15 paper planes and I have to tell you there was something so special about it. She was amazed how Mommy could fold each one differently and magically make them fly. We placed all her magical paper planes in a bowl and I told her for each one that flew, she could make a wish. We called it our Paper Planes and Wishes.
I am absolutely crazy for Christmas and around August every year I start to get very ancy for the holidays. I kid you not, I have a binder full of holiday ideas, projects, and decorations that I pull out every August to start planning the holiday season. I am the crazy neighbor that puts up her decorations in November. Even when I was 8 months pregnant you could find me outside with a hammer and life size candy canes decorating our front sidewalk. This year in honor of the holiday season and the joy it brings, we will be having a Christmas in August sale for our blog readers only. Details soon to follow! Here are my 2 favorite Christmas Songs below to help get you in the spirit!
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Thank you for putting your dirty dishes on the counter above the dishwasher you romantic fool! I stayed up late last night emptying the dishwasher and you didn't want to spoil it by putting dirty dishes back in.
You know me so well. You know how special I feel when I get to scrape dried refried beans off a plate. I feel so needed. So important. My life's goal is to get those dishes clean and having you by my side, I know that goal will come true.
It's just me and the beans as I so lovingly daydream out our kitchen window. I daydream of what will be on the counter for me tomorrow. I feel sadness for the wives out there that don't get to flirt with old milk left in a glass or the 10 oreo's you half ate and so adoringly left for me. Did you only eat the inside of the oreo's just for me? Were you saving me the cookie parts? We all know that's the best part.
These beans fought a brilliant battle. A battle I thought I was going to loose because the kiddo's kept distracting me. I had to dodge paper airplanes being hurled at my head and I believe our daughter painted all my toenails but I stayed the course. As I watch the beans take their final journey, swirling in the sink and finally down the drain, a small tear streams poetically down my face. Sad that the moment is gone. My moment of glory has now ended. But because of you, my dear sweet husband, I know tomorrow will bring more moments for me to shine. You will leave me more beans tomorrow and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the day after that. Just like our love, so are the beans everlasting.
I have laid your favorite pillow and blanket on the couch so you can be wrapped in my love too as you fall asleep tonight.
Your adoring wife
Friday, August 7, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
I immediately realized how ridiculous I was for needing a bud vase and put the flowers in a glass.
I am half tempted to ask the seller if the Marlboro's come with the vase? Do they cost extra? How old are they? Have they been opened? This seller is serious. He's not trying to pass off the lights, we're talking straight up mediums here. These are the "reds" for goodness sakes. What had to be going through their mind when they made that decision. Let's see, I could use a dollar bill, maybe a glass,...no I think I'll use my Marlboro's. Yeah, that's it. Perfect. Bud Vase...Malboro's....not an oxymoron at all.
Here's to you and whatever your "bud vase" is!
Monday, August 3, 2009
Thank you to all who ordered the squeaky shoes! The sale was a huge success and it was wonderful meeting all the new customers and great talking to my returning customers! Let me know how your waddlers and toddlers enjoy the shoes! I'll be posting a video soon of my own waddler in his squeaky shoes soon! Today is the last day of the sale so get shopping if you haven't already!
Also, our blogger friend Mod Mami is throwing a 50% off sale over at her store! What are Monday's for other than shopping!
Now on to Jon and Kate plus 8 minus Jon. Who's watching the season premier tonight??? Whatever your opinions are,...do you still find yourself watching it? They've been controversial lately and there is so much written about them but I still can't help myself but to watch! Do I care about the kids,..of course! But it's like a train wreck that I just can't turn away from. I use to feel very sorry for Jon. Although I always thought he only had himself to blame for his roll in the relationship with Kate. I always gave Kate credit and leniency for the way she treated Jon. I thought perhaps Jon "needed" the "nagging" in order to get his bum in gear but it always made me want to run and hide when she would belittle and berate him. But with Jon's recent behavior the sympathy is definitely dwindling. At the very least, could this man wait to date until the dust settles?? I mean,..really! What about dating Hailey Glassman? Does anyone else find that a little creepy? The daughter of the doctor who did your wife's surgery? How old was she when they first met? She must have still been in high school!
If you plan on watching, come back after the show airs and let me know what you thought! I'm in the mood to have some good old fashion Hollywood Gossip!
Friday, July 31, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
We are so excited that our squeaky shoes have arrived! I have been wanting to give my blog readers special discounts on merchandise and I'm excited to start here. Here's what you do:
Visit our website to shop our selection. Click here for boys and here for girls.
Next, either comment here on which pair you would like or email me at:
You will then be sent a revised invoice for only $10.00 for the shoes and $2.00 shipping. That's only $12.00 for adorable shoes shipped right to your front door!
We are still busy trying to load all the shoes so if you don't see a style or size available, send us an email to see if we do!
How much time do you have? You have until August 3rd!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
What factors would motivate your decision? How about a cheating husband? Would that warrant a reason for telling your friend? What if it were drugs? Would you then tell your friend?
Typically I'm of the mind set that it's none of my business and to stay out of it. How do you really know what is going on in someones marriage. Maybe the wife already knows? Maybe she's choosing to live with it? Maybe she's not ready to deal with it and maybe she's in denial. However, as of late I have found myself confronted with a situation that makes me re-think my once strong opinion. I have chosen not to share the juicy gossip here but I think back on a situation that happened to a friend of mine.
I have a very close friend that did find out her best friend's husband was cheating on her. So she told her best friend that her husband was having an affair. Well, the result was something bad. The best friend denied the possibility that this "secret" could even be true. For added salt to the wound, the best friend was pregnant. It got much worse before it got better. The girls had been best friends since birth and their families were very close. Eventually the two got back to normal but the best friend never believed her husband was having an affair and the cheating husband adamantly denied any such affair. Now the cheating husband and the friend are never around one another. It's awkward and the relationship in that aspect has changed. Is this a case of shooting the messenger? Is it always a case of shooting the messenger? Will a woman always choose to overlook the obvious truth of a trusted best friend and believe the man?
Are you a hero or villain for telling the truth?
Monday, July 20, 2009
"Mommy, your boobies are falling down." I replied, "Yes dear, they sure are." Both the kids then proceeded to sing "London Bridges Falling Down" while walking in a circle around me.
Oh the joys of Motherhood!
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Most of my readers are fellow Moms like myself so I thought you gals might find this entertaining as well. Are you ready for a story, let's begin.
A Toddlers Translation
It was epic man, freaking epic. I'm talking good enough to make dogs howl. They write Greek tragedies about this level of shit. It was a meltdown to put all meltdowns to shame.And it was Bubba Hoss. My almost 2 year old. Who would have figured that? He's a good kid, an easy kid. He's usually the kind of kid that other parents look at and hate me for having it so easy with him. He doesn't piss and moan, he hardly ever screams. Since he was 4 months old he has slept through the night. I can count on one hand the number of times he's given me a problem with naps. The one knock on him is that he loves my pants leg like it's a life preserver. But other than that, an easy kid. Until now. If you gave his sister, Little Hoss, a screwdriver she would take apart your car and put it piece by piece in your room. But not Bubba Hoss. He would hold on to your screwdriver and give it back to you cleaner than it was. We were out for a walk, the whole family. It was a regular Little House on the Prairie type of thing. We headed back to the house and that is when Bubba Hoss decided that he wasn't going to have any of that. He was pushing his own stroller, which he loves more than my pants leg and wasn't letting go of it.We told him that it was time to go inside and then he lost it. He ran away as fast as his little legs could go. Him and his stroller. Now I realize that there are a lot of people out there that don't speak munchkin. But I do, so allow me to translate for you.I said it's time to go in Bubba Hoss.
"Fuck You old man" although it came out more in a scream like fashion.
Seriously little dude, turn your butt around and let's go inside for a bath.
"I'm blowing this Popsicle stand pops, suck it."
At this point I realize that I have to go after him. Surprising how fast he was.I told him to give me the stroller and let's turn it around.
"You can have it when you pry it from my cold dead hands."
We have a little hiking path by our house. It's paved and he heads off to a little stream. It's where the teenagers go to have unprotected sex while using dirty needles to do thier drugs. Vagabonds! "Boy, you better turn around right now." I call my son "boy" when he's in trouble. I have no idea why. I suppose it's because it's what my dad used to do to me. However we also used to raise pigs. Only for a short while though. My wife won't let me have pigs.
He still ignored me. They also ignored Hossmom. But no real surprise there, they always ignore her with the discipline. Yup, I'm gonna get in trouble for that. But I write the truth. Mom is for curing a bo-bos and loving you when you are sick. Dad is for whipping ass and getting respect out of you. You're damn right yes sir no sir. I called him boy again and still he ignored me. "Suck it grandpa, I'm going for a joy ride to hang with some teenagers. I'm cool, unlike you. You listen to NPR!"Hossmom went after him and he should thank her for that. Sometimes she's that buffer and takes a little more mercy on the children than I do. I can sense a lifelong pattern here. Not that I'm an monster, but Hossmom can certainly tell when I'm about to lose it. Generally I'm a pretty fun dad to hang out with and the kids are really well behaved most times. But I attribute that to the countless hours that we have worked on that behavior in the seclusion of a corner at the local grocery store because when they lose it, that's the place they are going to do it in. Hossmom tracks him down, he gives her the finger and she turns him around. Now he starts hopping. Swear to god, the kid was actually hopping. He was hopping mad. I have never ever seen someone actually be hopping mad. I thought it was just a figure of speech. Apparently not. She lets him push the stroller but in the right direction. He keeps trying to turn it around. They go on like this for a little bit and I remain in our front yard. It's very hard for me not to run over there and quell this little rebellion. I'm so used to it and do it more often than not. But I also know that Hossmom is a parent too and I shouldn't try to interfere with the way she handles things. I'm home with them all day so I feel we have an understanding between us. The understanding is that I will end the world you live in if you give me any trouble. They understand that I am really a big wimp and they will get there way no matter what anyway. Fine, let's watch snow white for the 100th time. I hope she doesn't wake up this time. They shoot bambi's mom. Just letting you know kids. Now let's watch old yeller.My first instinct is to go over there .....
To read the rest, click A Toddler's Translation
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