Color Blend time again...
This time it's a rainy day inspired grey, navy and cheery yellow.
One outfit for Mom & one for a little lady :)
The clothes are all from Old Navy and are such a good deal. I love love love the anchor necklace...
Saturday, January 01, 2011
Friday, December 31, 2010
A New Year...
Sorry for the little break there folks...We've had The Sickness (see here) and the visiting of family and a little more of The Sickness and a little 5 year anniversary for the hubs and I ...
(I love you minksy!)
...and all the while I just want to have one nostril functioning at some sort of normal capacity.
You know how when you have a cold and you can't breathe out of your nose and it really freaks you out because you think, what if someone came up and put their hand over my mouth and then I wouldn't be able to breathe at all and I would DIE.
You know?????
(crickets...)
Ok, well anyway. I've been thinking about how quickly this year has flown by...it's probably felt that way for you too. People have told me that when you have little kids the days go by slow but the years go by fast...its so true.
Charlotte is basically living in timeout right now so sometimes I wish they would go juuust a little faster, but I know this season of life is going to just be gone in a blink.
So in honor of a new year...a fresh start...a clean slate.
Here are the things I want to reach for in 2011.
To play more. explore more. learn more.
read more.
pray more
Eat more foods that require these...
...and less of these.
To do this more. A lot more. (And anything is more than the current none.)
Make more time for this with my husband.
Write more. Even if I'm the only one reading it.
Happy New Year Dear Friends!
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Sunday, December 26, 2010
No Girls Allowed...
What does this sign mean to you:
Apparently to me it's merely a suggestion.
I was at Target today and I just strolled on into the men's room.
At Target.
Where I have been at least 1.7 million times.
And love so much I would marry it if I were not already in a monogamous relationship.
A place where I have visited the women's room at least half of those 1.7 million times.
But today I just rolled on into the men's room like no body's business, and may or may not have seen people doing their business.
Not just people.
Men.
Because I was in their room.
But don't feel to bad for me embarrassed to know me.
Because after I burned my eyes out with hot pokers and found my way to the women's room,
A old man walked in and started washing his hands for at least 10 seconds before he realized he too had made a small miscalculation.
I blame Target. They placed the bathrooms right in front of the dollar section.
People just wander around there with their eyes glazed over like a herd of thrifty lemmings, stuffing things into their carts that no one really needs...
like plastic kitchen sponge holders shaped like turtles and polka-dot toe socks and little bottles of scented lotion that is really meant for 12 year old girls but hello it has *Spaaaarkles* in it and who cares because it's a DOLLAR.
Look at her. Look at the crazy-eyed glee on her face as she rolls her Target treasure out to her car.
That is exactly what I look like. Only with dirty jeans on. And slippers instead of heels. And definitely hair that's not as clean.
Wishing you a very merry Christmas and a sparkly New year!!
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Life Lessons...
If your child tells you they have a dirty diaper, and you say, "no you don't".
And then they tell you again a few minutes later, and you say "no, mommy just changed you, you're fine."
And then four milliseconds later they again insist on being changed...
Try to remember that you have sinuses clogged up tighter than...well, just really clogged up...and you can't smell anything, before you tell them "fine, go ahead and take it off and put a new pull-up on" because you think they just want to change pull-ups for the millionth time that day and don't really need it.
Just because you can't smell something, doesn't mean it isn't there...if you get my drift.
The scene I came upon in the bathroom a few minutes later would cause the monkey cage cleaners at a zoo to recoil in horror.
Not just the cleaners. The monkeys themselves might be shocked too.
Charlotte had happily pulled her (aptly named) pull-up off, dropping what was in it into the bathtub, covered the whole thing up with a mile of toilet paper and called it a day.
Anyway...mess cleaned up and I must dash...
Wes just got home and I screeched at him:
"DON'T YOU TOUCH THAT REMOTE, THE REAL HOUSEWIVES
OF BEVERLY HILLS IS COMING ON!!!" as my only greeting
and then pounced on the remote like a rabid ferret.
(or at least how I imagine a ferret would pounce. They seem like the pouncey type)
In response, he grabbed the last of the Diet Coke and drank it all in front of me.
Well played,sir....Well played.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Office Wish List...
So soooomeday when I have an office that doesn't also function as a cage for children playroom...I would like it to look like THIS:
Some of the items are admittedly pretty pricey, but places like TJMaxx & HomeGoods are great for finding items that look just like their pricier counterparts for a fraction of the cost.
The Furniture Market - Oak Furniture | French Furniture | Mirrored...
409 GBP - thefurnituremarket.co.uk
409 GBP - thefurnituremarket.co.uk
BEAUTIFUL PRINT | mirrors/wall decor | accessories | Jayson Home &...
$440 - jaysonhomeandgarden.com
$440 - jaysonhomeandgarden.com
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Tuesday Color Blend
Loving the lady-like combination of grey & teal lately...
Click below to find the who, what, where...
any faves??
Monday, December 20, 2010
THE PLAGUE...
...is in my house.
I can not think of a room that I haven't had to clean up either feces or vomit in today.
It was so bad I didn't even bother with actually changing diapers. I just took their clothes off, threw them away (the clothes, not the children...but I briefly considered the other way around), and just put them straight into the bath to hose them off.
I'm one episode away from fashioning some sort of tool belt to wear...with little loops to hang my Lysol and clorox wipes.
It started with the husband, and then spread to the girls.
(I'm not going to lie. At this point I'm praying that I get it so someone can take care of meeeee...cue self pity)
Wes finally came home tonight and I looked at him all crazy-eyed and mumbled something incoherent, handed him the nearest half-naked baby, grabbed the car keys and ran out the door. After such a day I was headed to my safe place...my castle of calm, the soother of my soul, the pancake to my butter.
***McDonalds***
stars, hearts, harps, love
Those rhymes-with-smastards gave me a diet coke with two, sad little pieces of ice floating in it
and a big mac instead of chicken strips.
Needless to say I snorgled those fries like it was my job.
It looked a little something like this:
When I got home, still fuming about my failure of a mcdonalds trip,
Wes is all curled up in a little pathetic ball of disease, whimpering something about why the sheets aren't on the bed yet and where's the humidifier and blah blah whine blah whine...I don't know what the rest was because I was too busy wondering if If rubbing his eyes with my clorox wipes would actually blind him or just sting a whole lot?
(don't go getting all horrified and thinking I'm a bad wife. I wouldn't rub both eyes. I need him to see out of at least one so he can drive me to the mental health center when I completely crack from lack of diet coke.)
He is a fantastic husband, and a better dad than I could ever have hoped for the girls, but he drives me crazy when he's sick.
Off to bed...fingers crossed that all residents of this house retain control of their bodily fluids tonight.
xoxox
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