While I was busy doing this (snuggling the adorable Maya Lynn and loving on the rest of her family with my mom) Squish was back home doing this. Seriously.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Spring Break, Day 3
While I was busy doing this (snuggling the adorable Maya Lynn and loving on the rest of her family with my mom) Squish was back home doing this. Seriously.
Spring Break, Day 2
While Mom's away, the cats will play. Me and Austin were off to Children's Hospital so dad made cookies with the kids after church, complete with aprons and a picture for the archives. Does Brad know me or what? And yes, Spence is wearing clothes...he's just going through a "hot phase" and is a big fan of the short shorts....
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Spring Break, Day 1
::Viera's Bakery::
::Plant shopping::
:Family yard work::
::Costco::
::Friend's over::
::Dinner out for yummy Mexican::
::Ice cream sundaes::
::Movie Night::
::Late bedtime::
::Plant shopping::
:Family yard work::
::Costco::
::Friend's over::
::Dinner out for yummy Mexican::
::Ice cream sundaes::
::Movie Night::
::Late bedtime::
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Score One For The Mamas
Most of the time, in my life as a Mama, I hear myself saying over and over "Dang! You're so stupid!"
No wait. That doesn't sound right. Let's try again.
Most of the time, in my life as a Mama, I hear a voice in my head SAYING TO MYSELF "Dang! You're so stupid!" As in, you're so stupid it took you so long to figure out that giving Sienna a glass of milk before dinner is a surefire way to make her throw up. Or that the reason Austin is fussy after nursing is because you make enough milk to feed an ant. Or the reason Hannah talks with her hands all the time and rolls her eyes is because you taught it to her. Or that Spence will fall into a coma-like state if the TV is on so turn off the friggin TV!
What I'm saying is that my learning curve is slow. It takes me awhile to figure things out but once I do, it's golden. Sometimes is feels like my brain is literally a step or two behind the rest of the class but I can handle it. I have other skills. Like cooking with garlic.
Was there a point to this? Oh yes, there was and it' a beauty.
During my third week of quarantine with the sickies, I had been through every nook and cranny of this house and cleaned it top to bottom. I saved the biggest job for last because it's the one that makes me want to cover my body in honey and be pecked to death by small birds, which I swear would be less painful.
My children's rooms. Oh, the horror.
In all fairness, true to form, Spence does a pretty good job. He clothes are generally put away, toys are lined up on shelves and bed is basically made. His issue lies in his pack-rattedness. The boy can save! Menus from Red Robin? Check. Cereal box with fun game on the back? Check. Gum wrappers? Check. IT. DRIVES. ME. BATTY. My analness cannot tolerate the germy grossness that I imagine to be living in his room. So I cleaned out all his usual hiding places, under his dresser, behind the bed, in his piano bench and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Onto the girl's room. Oh. my. shiz. They are the opposite of Spence. They are just dirty trolls. There is no other explanation. Clothes everywhere from the 14 outfit changes they make each day, jewlery, dolls, books, dress-ups, more clothes, tea party sets, crayons and drawings, baby bottles, babies, purses, most of my high-heeled shoes, etc. Trash and grossness everywhere. You can't even walk in their room or find anything in their closet.
I'd like to think they aren't raised this way.
I think I spent three hours in the room of death and destruction before I finally saw the light. I went through their dresser, rotated clothes, labeled bins in the closet, moved 90% of it all to the toy room and finally uncovered a very pretty little girl's room.
Now comes the hard part. How do I get them to keep it that way?
Here's where my brilliance entered in. I got the idea of a "Slack Basket" as in, you're a "slacker" if your stuff ends up in my basket. I took the kids into their rooms and showed them what I expected as far as cleanliness goes. It doesn't have to be as tidy as when I do it, but clothes need to be put away, books on shelves, toys in toy room, etc. Whatever is left on their floor or out of place, goes into my "slack basket" and they have to earn the items back with jobs the following day. So now every night after prayers, they are sent up to their rooms with a few minutes of tidy time before I come through with my basket. If things are thrown in a closet or under a bed, the whole loot comes with me. Brilliant!
I am happy to say that after a week and a half of slack basket rule, their rooms are unbelievably clean. The difference in amazing. And I'm really trying to teach them that it's important for them to take care of their things because they're lucky to have them, and not just because their mom is an evil anal freak. Although I am. And following my quirks is equally important. I think the message is setting in and they are enjoying their space so much more because they can actually move around in them.
The girl's room this morning, untouched by me. Hannah is even helping Sienna make her bed each morning!
Spencer's room. Even though his bed isn't quite made, I'm thrilled!
So there. I'm slow to start but have moments of sheer genius every now and again. Hopeully it all evens out.
No wait. That doesn't sound right. Let's try again.
Most of the time, in my life as a Mama, I hear a voice in my head SAYING TO MYSELF "Dang! You're so stupid!" As in, you're so stupid it took you so long to figure out that giving Sienna a glass of milk before dinner is a surefire way to make her throw up. Or that the reason Austin is fussy after nursing is because you make enough milk to feed an ant. Or the reason Hannah talks with her hands all the time and rolls her eyes is because you taught it to her. Or that Spence will fall into a coma-like state if the TV is on so turn off the friggin TV!
What I'm saying is that my learning curve is slow. It takes me awhile to figure things out but once I do, it's golden. Sometimes is feels like my brain is literally a step or two behind the rest of the class but I can handle it. I have other skills. Like cooking with garlic.
Was there a point to this? Oh yes, there was and it' a beauty.
During my third week of quarantine with the sickies, I had been through every nook and cranny of this house and cleaned it top to bottom. I saved the biggest job for last because it's the one that makes me want to cover my body in honey and be pecked to death by small birds, which I swear would be less painful.
My children's rooms. Oh, the horror.
In all fairness, true to form, Spence does a pretty good job. He clothes are generally put away, toys are lined up on shelves and bed is basically made. His issue lies in his pack-rattedness. The boy can save! Menus from Red Robin? Check. Cereal box with fun game on the back? Check. Gum wrappers? Check. IT. DRIVES. ME. BATTY. My analness cannot tolerate the germy grossness that I imagine to be living in his room. So I cleaned out all his usual hiding places, under his dresser, behind the bed, in his piano bench and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Onto the girl's room. Oh. my. shiz. They are the opposite of Spence. They are just dirty trolls. There is no other explanation. Clothes everywhere from the 14 outfit changes they make each day, jewlery, dolls, books, dress-ups, more clothes, tea party sets, crayons and drawings, baby bottles, babies, purses, most of my high-heeled shoes, etc. Trash and grossness everywhere. You can't even walk in their room or find anything in their closet.
I'd like to think they aren't raised this way.
I think I spent three hours in the room of death and destruction before I finally saw the light. I went through their dresser, rotated clothes, labeled bins in the closet, moved 90% of it all to the toy room and finally uncovered a very pretty little girl's room.
Now comes the hard part. How do I get them to keep it that way?
Here's where my brilliance entered in. I got the idea of a "Slack Basket" as in, you're a "slacker" if your stuff ends up in my basket. I took the kids into their rooms and showed them what I expected as far as cleanliness goes. It doesn't have to be as tidy as when I do it, but clothes need to be put away, books on shelves, toys in toy room, etc. Whatever is left on their floor or out of place, goes into my "slack basket" and they have to earn the items back with jobs the following day. So now every night after prayers, they are sent up to their rooms with a few minutes of tidy time before I come through with my basket. If things are thrown in a closet or under a bed, the whole loot comes with me. Brilliant!
I am happy to say that after a week and a half of slack basket rule, their rooms are unbelievably clean. The difference in amazing. And I'm really trying to teach them that it's important for them to take care of their things because they're lucky to have them, and not just because their mom is an evil anal freak. Although I am. And following my quirks is equally important. I think the message is setting in and they are enjoying their space so much more because they can actually move around in them.
The girl's room this morning, untouched by me. Hannah is even helping Sienna make her bed each morning!
Spencer's room. Even though his bed isn't quite made, I'm thrilled!Monday, March 23, 2009
O So Greedy
You know how when you look forward to something so much, it almost feels like when the event takes place, it won't live up to your expectations? Like the anticipating of it is better than the actual it?
This last weekend, the girls weekend that's been on the books since December? Seeing the musical "Wicked?" Eating out, sleeping in, shopping til the stores close, laughing til it hurts? It all pretty much rocked the house and totally exceeded my expectations.
Eight women, two cars, one long drive, two new personalities emerging, and one really good book made for a ton of fun. I wish I had more pictures to post but every one of me shows me sporting what appears to be the neck of a turkey, so you'll just have to imagine that I was there and it was awesome.
(Heather, Camie)
On the way down, in the cool car, with the second cool car behind us. The only time the entire trip Megan's car was behind me.
(Heather, Lindsay, Tiffani, Megan)
Trying not to lick the remains of the infamous Avocado Eggrolls from our plates
(Turkey neck, Camie, Nicole, Cindy)
Engrossed in a life-changing conversation that was completely unexpected and quite possibly the best part of the trip!
(Tiffani, Nicole, Heather)
Not-s0-patiently waiting outside for the show
Um, yeah
This last weekend, the girls weekend that's been on the books since December? Seeing the musical "Wicked?" Eating out, sleeping in, shopping til the stores close, laughing til it hurts? It all pretty much rocked the house and totally exceeded my expectations.
Eight women, two cars, one long drive, two new personalities emerging, and one really good book made for a ton of fun. I wish I had more pictures to post but every one of me shows me sporting what appears to be the neck of a turkey, so you'll just have to imagine that I was there and it was awesome.
(Heather, Camie)
On the way down, in the cool car, with the second cool car behind us. The only time the entire trip Megan's car was behind me.
(Heather, Lindsay, Tiffani, Megan)Trying not to lick the remains of the infamous Avocado Eggrolls from our plates
(Turkey neck, Camie, Nicole, Cindy)
Engrossed in a life-changing conversation that was completely unexpected and quite possibly the best part of the trip!
(Tiffani, Nicole, Heather)Not-s0-patiently waiting outside for the show
Um, yeah
The show was phenomenal. Unbelievable talent, great score, amazing set. The whole thing was fantastic. But for me, the best part of the weekend was my amazing group of friends. I learned a ton of new things, laughed until it physically hurt, and got scolded by others repeatedly. (Someone in the hotel filed a noise complaint and the 18-year-old front desk clerk and her handy rent-a-cop came to reprimand us. And then there was the lady in the elevator who jumped at us for trying to push the buttons ourselves....Mormon women in the big city, watch out.)
Thanks to my amazing mother-in-law who drove up to my house so I could go on this much-needed weekend away. And thanks to my awesome husband who pretty much lets me do anything I want. And finally, thanks to my fantastic friends for putting up with me and making me laugh. Can't wait to do it again!
Thanks to my amazing mother-in-law who drove up to my house so I could go on this much-needed weekend away. And thanks to my awesome husband who pretty much lets me do anything I want. And finally, thanks to my fantastic friends for putting up with me and making me laugh. Can't wait to do it again!
Friday, March 20, 2009
Finally!
Today:
Road trip with girlfriends
Outlet malls
IKEA
Hot tub
Cheesecake Factory
Late night talking
Tomorrow:
Sleeping in
Lounging around
More shopping
WICKED
Dinner out one last time
A ton of laughter
Let the games begin!
Road trip with girlfriends
Outlet malls
IKEA
Hot tub
Cheesecake Factory
Late night talking
Tomorrow:
Sleeping in
Lounging around
More shopping
WICKED
Dinner out one last time
A ton of laughter
Let the games begin!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
McMoments
Yesterday was spent doing the things of mom. Laundry, cleaning out dressers, giving medicine, reading books, and snuggling a sick little one. The other children seemed to move around me in the periphery because I was so focused on Hannah and getting her better.
Around 5:15, as I was putting the finishing touches on dinner, Spence asked "are we going to McTeacher Night tonight?"
Uh, crap.
"You know buddy," I began, "Hannah is really sick still and I've already made dinner so I think we'll have to skip it tonight. Maybe we can go tomorrow night for Hannah's class if she's better."
"Ok Mom. I understand. Maybe my teacher can go tomorrow night too so I can see him there."
Crap, crap, crap.
When Brad came in at five to 6, I told him Spence and I were headed out for a quick date. I ran upstairs to try and make myself presentable because really? When you're quarantined at home all day with sick kids do you even think to put on makeup or brush your hair out of the shower? Me either.
I managed to get my hair into the world's smallest ponytail and off we went. Spence told me his teacher's shift ended at 6 and since it was quarter past, I said a quick prayer that he would still be there. We chatted in the car and I made a mental note to do this more with this particular kid. He fills my soul.
When we pulled up to a packed parking lot, I saw a huge smile break across Spence's face in the rear view mirror for who was holding the door for people but his very own Sr. Silva! That smile made my whole day.
After feasting on a Snicker's McFlurry and seeing all kinds of people from school, we made our way to the store for some quick grocery items (ie: more children's Tylenol) Spence pushed the cart and we talked, really talked, and I loved it. I forced my mind to stay in the moment and not run ahead of me like it usually does. We even snagged a Lucky Irish t-shirt to wear to school today.
Here's what I learned: Spence's needs are simple. He is more than willing to stand in the back and let others do, say, be what they want. He understands the workings of our family and never throws a fit when things don't go his way. And although his needs are simple, they are still his needs. And I need to pay more attention to that. To make sure that he knows how much he is loved and how valuable he is to our family.
Last night I got a good start with a McFlurry and a new t-shirt.
::Happy anniverary to my mom who, 44 years ago today, made her way from the old country to life in the States! I'm so glad you did!::
Around 5:15, as I was putting the finishing touches on dinner, Spence asked "are we going to McTeacher Night tonight?"
Uh, crap.
"You know buddy," I began, "Hannah is really sick still and I've already made dinner so I think we'll have to skip it tonight. Maybe we can go tomorrow night for Hannah's class if she's better."
"Ok Mom. I understand. Maybe my teacher can go tomorrow night too so I can see him there."
Crap, crap, crap.
When Brad came in at five to 6, I told him Spence and I were headed out for a quick date. I ran upstairs to try and make myself presentable because really? When you're quarantined at home all day with sick kids do you even think to put on makeup or brush your hair out of the shower? Me either.
I managed to get my hair into the world's smallest ponytail and off we went. Spence told me his teacher's shift ended at 6 and since it was quarter past, I said a quick prayer that he would still be there. We chatted in the car and I made a mental note to do this more with this particular kid. He fills my soul.
When we pulled up to a packed parking lot, I saw a huge smile break across Spence's face in the rear view mirror for who was holding the door for people but his very own Sr. Silva! That smile made my whole day.
After feasting on a Snicker's McFlurry and seeing all kinds of people from school, we made our way to the store for some quick grocery items (ie: more children's Tylenol) Spence pushed the cart and we talked, really talked, and I loved it. I forced my mind to stay in the moment and not run ahead of me like it usually does. We even snagged a Lucky Irish t-shirt to wear to school today.
Here's what I learned: Spence's needs are simple. He is more than willing to stand in the back and let others do, say, be what they want. He understands the workings of our family and never throws a fit when things don't go his way. And although his needs are simple, they are still his needs. And I need to pay more attention to that. To make sure that he knows how much he is loved and how valuable he is to our family.
Last night I got a good start with a McFlurry and a new t-shirt.
::Happy anniverary to my mom who, 44 years ago today, made her way from the old country to life in the States! I'm so glad you did!::
Monday, March 16, 2009
Live From The Infirmary Ward
I usually love Monday mornings. The chance to clean up the chaos of the weekend and prepare for another busy week ahead. I always feel an extra burst of energy on Mondays and often feel my most productive.
But not today.
Today I feel sad that my little peanut Hannah is still unbelievably sick. Her fever wages on, her cheeks are sallow, her eyes sunken and she is so sad not to see her beloved teacher after a whole week off. Curious George is on the telly trying his best to cheer her up and I think he's managed a slight smile out of her but she remains curled up on the couch trying her best to feel better.
Her illness also caused her to miss a good friend's birthday party Saturday night which was another thorn in her side. Her first real slumber party complete with S'mores, nail polish and girlie movies. And after seeing me help with the cake on Friday, she could hardly take it.
But not today.
Today I feel sad that my little peanut Hannah is still unbelievably sick. Her fever wages on, her cheeks are sallow, her eyes sunken and she is so sad not to see her beloved teacher after a whole week off. Curious George is on the telly trying his best to cheer her up and I think he's managed a slight smile out of her but she remains curled up on the couch trying her best to feel better.
Her illness also caused her to miss a good friend's birthday party Saturday night which was another thorn in her side. Her first real slumber party complete with S'mores, nail polish and girlie movies. And after seeing me help with the cake on Friday, she could hardly take it.
Pretty dang cute, huh?
The other sad thing that has happened at our house is that Austin seems to be about done nursing. We've been supplementing him at night with a bottle and now he seems to prefer that so much more. And while I'm sad that this part of my life is officially over, I'm also secretly thrilled. Is that horrible? I've always loved nursing my babies but the bottle thing really makes life so much easier. We made it nine months so I think we're both good.
The bright spot of our weekend was Hannah losing her first tooth! She's one of the last kids in her class to finally lose a tooth and she was so excited to join the club. And making it all better was the adorable tooth fairy pillow made just for her by the amazing Marilyn. Seriously, the cutest thing ever. Thank you, thank you, thank you Marilyn for making my girl smile so big!
Hey Blogger, what's up? I still can't post a picture in my header (any picture for that matter and not just my cute new header) and now it won't turn the "italics" off. Seriously annoying.
The bright spot of our weekend was Hannah losing her first tooth! She's one of the last kids in her class to finally lose a tooth and she was so excited to join the club. And making it all better was the adorable tooth fairy pillow made just for her by the amazing Marilyn. Seriously, the cutest thing ever. Thank you, thank you, thank you Marilyn for making my girl smile so big!
Hey Blogger, what's up? I still can't post a picture in my header (any picture for that matter and not just my cute new header) and now it won't turn the "italics" off. Seriously annoying.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Help
I am beyond frustrated.
I've just spent an hour and a half creating a three page layout to go with my cute new header except that my cute new header will no longer show up, even though when I click on "edit" in my page elements, it's there.
Any suggestions?
I'm about to tell Blogger exactly where it can shove it's three page layouts...
I just want my cute header back.
I've just spent an hour and a half creating a three page layout to go with my cute new header except that my cute new header will no longer show up, even though when I click on "edit" in my page elements, it's there.
Any suggestions?
I'm about to tell Blogger exactly where it can shove it's three page layouts...
I just want my cute header back.
Feels Like Saturday
My first completely homemade, no help required header. There is still a lot of tweaking to do and although I tried desperately to stay away from the bird theme, I just couldn't.
I'm feeling quite smug with myself.
My burst of HTML-understanding probably has something to do with the fact that my sweet husband took the day off because I was up most of the night with sick kids and he wanted me to be able to sleep. That man never ceases to amaze me. I came down the stairs to a clean kitchen, a packed lunchbox and a happy boy being sent out the door to school in matching clothes. Love him, love him, love him.
Note to the boys: always remember your wife's needs and go the extra mile to help her.
Note to the girls: marry a man just like your father.
I love today.
I'm feeling quite smug with myself.
My burst of HTML-understanding probably has something to do with the fact that my sweet husband took the day off because I was up most of the night with sick kids and he wanted me to be able to sleep. That man never ceases to amaze me. I came down the stairs to a clean kitchen, a packed lunchbox and a happy boy being sent out the door to school in matching clothes. Love him, love him, love him.
Note to the boys: always remember your wife's needs and go the extra mile to help her.
Note to the girls: marry a man just like your father.
I love today.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
School Ties
After dropping the boys off at school this morning, I hauled the other three into the building in the frigid, frigid air. I had to set up some treats for the classified staff (it's classified employees week, don't you know) check in on the book fair and see how we're doing for the Leprechaun Dash. As I made my way through the building, pushing one stroller and tugging along two girls, I was stopped by a mom in the hallway.
"Hey, are you going to run for PTO president next year?"
I was kind of thrown off by her question, although I don't really know why. We chatted for a few minutes and we parted ways.
Once inside the library, another mom asked the same question. I nervously looked around and then shared my thoughts once again.
At the end of our building tour, we stopped in the cafeteria where a group of parents were set up doing work for the teachers. Again, the same question came up and all eyes turned to me for my answer.
Kind of weird.
The thing is, I haven't given a ton of thought as to next year. On some days I find myself thinking "No way, nu-uh, you've got to be crazy, heck no." I now understand why no one wants to be the one in charge. When things fall apart, it falls to you and that can be overwhelming. Just since Monday, two events that I thought were handled completely unraveled at the seams and it was up to me to fix them. While I was trying to get over the flu. But thanks to the support of dear friends, we made it. We got it done. I made decisions and moved on.
So what am I going to do next year?
What do I really want?
I guess I'm getting closer to finding my answer.
"Hey, are you going to run for PTO president next year?"
I was kind of thrown off by her question, although I don't really know why. We chatted for a few minutes and we parted ways.
Once inside the library, another mom asked the same question. I nervously looked around and then shared my thoughts once again.
At the end of our building tour, we stopped in the cafeteria where a group of parents were set up doing work for the teachers. Again, the same question came up and all eyes turned to me for my answer.
Kind of weird.
The thing is, I haven't given a ton of thought as to next year. On some days I find myself thinking "No way, nu-uh, you've got to be crazy, heck no." I now understand why no one wants to be the one in charge. When things fall apart, it falls to you and that can be overwhelming. Just since Monday, two events that I thought were handled completely unraveled at the seams and it was up to me to fix them. While I was trying to get over the flu. But thanks to the support of dear friends, we made it. We got it done. I made decisions and moved on.
So what am I going to do next year?
What do I really want?
To be involved in my kid's school.
To know what's going on.
To be in a position to help make decisions.
To give teachers the kind of support I know they deserve.
To have my children see that I value education.
To teach my children that things won't change unless you get involved.
To set the example that in this house, education is a priority.
To know that although things aren't perfect, they could certainly be worse.
To leave things in a better place than which I found them.
To do my best.
To make things better.
To be that squeaky wheel that is completely annoying but gets things done.
To know what's going on.
To be in a position to help make decisions.
To give teachers the kind of support I know they deserve.
To have my children see that I value education.
To teach my children that things won't change unless you get involved.
To set the example that in this house, education is a priority.
To know that although things aren't perfect, they could certainly be worse.
To leave things in a better place than which I found them.
To do my best.
To make things better.
To be that squeaky wheel that is completely annoying but gets things done.
I guess I'm getting closer to finding my answer.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
The Silver Lining
Dear flu bug,
You stink.
I better have some serious weight loss at the end of all this.
Kiz
You stink.
I better have some serious weight loss at the end of all this.
Kiz
Friday, March 06, 2009
Today's Wish List
::To re-live last Friday, a perfect afternoon with a dear, dear friend and a late night shopping trip with my mom
::That the sun will keep shining and I can open my windows later in the day
::That I could curl up in a hospital bed with my sister-friend Christy and stare at her new baby
::That Erica and I could return to campus life at CWU (I had the most wonderful college dream last night)
::That my back patio was filled with brightly colored pots all brimming with flowers
::That I will scrub down my house in record time today while listening to some really great music
::That my kids will be happy all day long
::That my husband is looking forward to our date tonight as much as I am
::That I will hold this feeling of happy contentment close for years to come
::That the sun will keep shining and I can open my windows later in the day
::That I could curl up in a hospital bed with my sister-friend Christy and stare at her new baby
::That Erica and I could return to campus life at CWU (I had the most wonderful college dream last night)
::That my back patio was filled with brightly colored pots all brimming with flowers
::That I will scrub down my house in record time today while listening to some really great music
::That my kids will be happy all day long
::That my husband is looking forward to our date tonight as much as I am
::That I will hold this feeling of happy contentment close for years to come
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Happy Birthday
My dear friend Christy is a mama again and I am thrilled for her!
Maya Lynn made her grand debut at 1:41 this afternoon and weighed in at 7 lbs 8 oz and is 20 inches long. She apparently looks like a replica of her big sister and has a feisty personality to match.
Chris was involved in a hit and run accident at 14 weeks and has been having contractions EVER SINCE. She has been in constant pain and has more than her fair share of health problems but she is tougher than nails and was determined to get this little one here safe and sound. And for that, my dear, we are all grateful.
Welcome to the fold, little one. You are in for quite a ride!
And remember, Auntie K is the best of all the aunties...
(Pictures to come as soon as I get them)
Maya Lynn made her grand debut at 1:41 this afternoon and weighed in at 7 lbs 8 oz and is 20 inches long. She apparently looks like a replica of her big sister and has a feisty personality to match.
Chris was involved in a hit and run accident at 14 weeks and has been having contractions EVER SINCE. She has been in constant pain and has more than her fair share of health problems but she is tougher than nails and was determined to get this little one here safe and sound. And for that, my dear, we are all grateful.
Welcome to the fold, little one. You are in for quite a ride!
And remember, Auntie K is the best of all the aunties...
(Pictures to come as soon as I get them)
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
76ghbnb
So I cleaned all the nooks crannies of all the new projects we've done here at the house so I could share the loveliness with you good folks only to find that my camera is dead. Sent off to the shop, probably need to be replaced with a new one, dead.
Hmmm.
Aside from that, I am completely bushwacked from two late nights in a row. I was up to the wee hours on Monday, jaw on the floor, taking in The Bachelor and last night I joined some hilarious girls for Bunco. And it's totally my type of Bunco because we never actually play the game but we still swap gifts.
It's dreamy.
I am now the proud owner of a ton of Easter candy and an adorable frame with a delicious Emerson quote tucked neatly inside.
I am also the proud owner of some new boots and even if it looks like I'm channeling my inner 15-year-old, I don't care because I have died and gone to Ugg heaven (except that they're actually Skechers because I'm too cheap for real Uggs) I only wish that I had bought these suckers years and years ago.
Off to make a rainbow. Intrigued?
PS (Wondering about the title of this post? I dropped a pudding cup on the keyboard and that's what happened. Figured it was meant to be.)
PPS (We're trying to convince some dear friends to take a trip with us this summer so I've added a new column to my sidebar. Take a looksie.)
Hmmm.
Aside from that, I am completely bushwacked from two late nights in a row. I was up to the wee hours on Monday, jaw on the floor, taking in The Bachelor and last night I joined some hilarious girls for Bunco. And it's totally my type of Bunco because we never actually play the game but we still swap gifts.
It's dreamy.
I am now the proud owner of a ton of Easter candy and an adorable frame with a delicious Emerson quote tucked neatly inside.
I am also the proud owner of some new boots and even if it looks like I'm channeling my inner 15-year-old, I don't care because I have died and gone to Ugg heaven (except that they're actually Skechers because I'm too cheap for real Uggs) I only wish that I had bought these suckers years and years ago.
Off to make a rainbow. Intrigued?
PS (Wondering about the title of this post? I dropped a pudding cup on the keyboard and that's what happened. Figured it was meant to be.)
PPS (We're trying to convince some dear friends to take a trip with us this summer so I've added a new column to my sidebar. Take a looksie.)
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