Found this one on Facebook’s Positive Outlooks Page.
All I can say is Amen to that!
Borrowed from Ponder About
We always think it’s us, but sometimes we really do need to check the people we’re surrounded by.
Just another day at Target…
Oh yes. T-Pain has a toy.
I’m speechless. I just…
I think I’ve written before about how much I hate feet. Mine, yours, everyone’s except my daughter’s cause they are untouched, unscathed, unstinky (as of yet), if you will…
She likes to get her toes painted. And I oblige when I can remember.
But now, she wants “Mommee pay toes too”
Uhh, no. First of all? Pink nail polish on Mommy? Not okay. Too bright.
Second of all? I need a pedicure like nobody’s business. Not bright as heck pink nail polish.
Third of all? I hate that my toes can’t be flat. The podiatrist says I have hammer toe which lets my toes stay in an arch-like position all of the time. Whatever.
We painted Mommy’s toes. Then, according to my child Mommy had “pyeyee toes.” So there.
In the eyes of a child…
She found a way to make this work without getting marker all over my car or her car seat or herself.
There I was, minding my own business on Twitter, bragging to my friend Erin about the fact that I was making baked macaroni & cheese that day when:
Hell Yeah free Mac & Cheese.
On my way to work this morning… Saw a great bumper sticker.
I tried to snap a photo, but the car was too far away.
I remembered the website, Googled it when I got home. Turns out it’s from a website called Wife.org.
Here’s what the bumper sticker says:
I thought it was an interesting bumper sticker.
Oh, and Amen to that.
We don’t have a washer and dryer anymore. We bought an old one on Craig’s List years ago and decided after moving them from Florida to California that they wouldn’t make the trip from Cali to Colorado. So we’ve been going to the laundromat cause we haven’t found a set on Craig’s List yet that we want to shell out for.
It kinda brings me back to Brooklyn, when my family and I lived on Bushwick Avenue… my older brother, sister and I would have to push our shopping cart with our laundry down to Broadway to do the laundry. While I’m not enjoying going to the laundromat by any means and can’t wait til I find a washer and dryer, I’d like to take this time to engage you in my nostalgia of that quality time I used to spend with my siblings.
It really brings me back to the late 80′s- check out the old soda machines, the pinball machines and the toy vending machines.
At the Colorado Springs zoo, the giraffes go inside to keep them warm from these brutal winters. The Pea is feeding this big girl a giraffe snack!
My Dear God she was so adorable and tiny.
She’s still adorable, but not-so tiny.
Sometimes I question if I’m doing a good job with her and then she says or does something disturbingly smart and I’m reassured that, yes- I’m doing the best I can.
Yeah, I lose my patience with her and I get super frustrated, but patience has never been my thing. I’m not perfect, but the point is, I’m trying. And I love her. And she knows it cause she’s just Mommas big bundle of hugs and kisses… oh and tantrums.
My womb hurts.
And sometimes I think, I’m so impatient with her sometimes, how can I have another.
Because. I was made to be a Mommy.
I look at her sometimes and I just can’t believe that she grew from me. She was once in my body. She is a part of me.
She’s smart, she’s silly, she’s funny, she throws tantrums, she doesn’t listen, she knows that cows say “Mooo” and that her doggie is a “good boy.”
That’s my girl. She’s getting so big.
Yes folks, that’s a scorpion. A dead one, but a scorpion none the least.
Fact: If I want my daughter to go to sleep, I will put Martha Speaks on the TV.
Fact: Usually, she will fall asleep mid-episode. Sometimes I have to play two episodes. But it always puts her to sleep.
Fact: I told my tweep Elle about this phenomenon and she put Martha speaks on for the first time and her son fell asleep.
Fact: Above is a photo from a playdate baby girl recently had. I put on Martha Speaks and all of her friends were instantly mesmerized.
I am convinced that if left to watch the show, all three children would have fallen asleep.
What is it about Martha Speaks that gets ‘em? Are there some sort of subliminal messages telling kids:
You are getting sleeeepy…
Be quiet, let your mom and dad get a break….
Sit still… NO, NO… don’t move….
Whatever it is… SHOUT OUT to PBS Kids for that oh and to my DVR because I have about ten Martha Speaks episodes recorded. For emergency purposes.
I would like to say that they are in a Florida Gators Championship cup because we LOVE the Gators and show that love all year round (which is true)…
Alas, I don’t have any vases. They all disappeared in the big move from Florida to Cali and this is the biggest cup we own.
Flowers… just because it’s Tuesday.
Love my Man.
It is a rarity when we actually get a family photo- so I had to share this one- I love it!
We took baby girl to the park to fly her kite yesterday and
she was running trying to catch it. It was cute.
Wait for it…
Bored on a Saturday Afternoon?
How ’bout you and like 40 of your friends go stand around in a strip mall parking lot-
THAT sounds like fun…
I mean, that’s what I did in High School…..
But not the cute kind…
This is the kind of stuff I have to deal with daily. Living in the desert means constant dust because it is SO windy. Add the dog hair to the mix and you have dust bunnies almost the size of your FIST. Sweep, dust, sweep, dust. Can I put that on my resume? My friend Jill is such a cleaning whore, she would DIE if she lived here!
That’s right. There are exactly 3 restaurants in this town claiming to serve some sort of Asian food, whether it be Thai, Chinese or both. Aaaand one of those places if you order a chicken dish, all you get is the chicken, no rice- nothin’. The other place, we tried and it was okay and expensive as all hell. And I won’t even dare try the third place. So I drove up to Albertson’s. I figure if I’m gonna pay money for food that doesn’t taste all that great, I can just make it myself. Yup, that’s how we roll in the desert. Don’t hate.
BTW- that Orange chicken (pictured above) you can pass on it. Not so yummy. The Egg rolls, though? To die for.
This friends, is the top shelf of my pantry. I should rename it to Cadence-ville.
I told my family back in New York what type of stuff she likes to snack on and they stocked me up.
That is part of what family is all about…
Never mind the fact that Cadence is the only girl in this generation of the family,
surrounded by 6 boy cousins.
Family is love. Family is caring. Family is sharing.
Oh and family is Gerber foods. (lol)
and make it look good…
Compliments of the Baby Banquet
Saving the planet, one bag at-a-time.
Yup. I went ahead and aquired a pair of skinny jeans.
AND they were on sale.
Don’t mind the spots on my mirror- my child likes to throw liquid on it and I’m too lazy to clean it.
And don‘t hate on my socks- you know you like them.
I thought I would get my Betty Crocker on again yesterday and this is the result.
Come on!! It looks like a mushroom!
So, my baking friends. I ask: Why did this happen? Why did the top sink in like that? I haven’t tasted it yet, but my dear husband- who would eat a rock if I cooked it- said it was “good.” Pffffff
I found this on the ground at the end of my driveway this morning:
Now, why do these still exist even
Okay… I realize some people don’t have the internet and so the phone book is still a valuable resource, but here’s the thing. How much paper are they wasting with these? I think the phone company (or whoever is responsible for this) should ASK if you want to receive the phone book. That way, they don’t have to print unnecessary copies and they can only give it to those who want it.
Two of my neighbors STILL have their phone books just sitting on the street and they have now been soaked with rain. I’m sure the street cleaner will come by and pick it up.
Mine? I recycled it. I don’t want or need it.
I don’t know where she thought she was going.
While out at my favorite store Wal-Mart and buying some supplementary meals for the baby girl, I thought I’d try the Wal-Mart equivalent to Gerber’s Graduates meals. Ugh. HUGE mistake. I open the pack and it looks like a tray of mush. I am literally fishing through the “cheese” to find the meat and veggies. Yeah, I couldn’t bring myself to let the baby girl eat it. The Gerber meals on the other hand? I was tearin’ those up and would’ve ate the whole thing myself- especially the turkey and mashed potatoes. Yum.
My husband has a motto that he lives by: “You get what you pay for.” I think, in this instance, he’s right. But don’t tell him I said so.
Some mornings, most mornings C wakes up before I’m ready to get out of bed. She will usually watch Elmo’s World or her So Smart! DVDs and allow me an extra half hour of sleep.
I guess on this particular day she felt the need to clean out my nightstand drawers and this is what I woke up to:
So, I have my first task for the day…
I received my gift from the Twitter Momma Gift Exchange:
Fabulous, fabulous personalized shopping totes from The Preppy Poppy.
I try not to use plastic bags when I shop, so my girl Trish hooked me up with these… don’t be jealous.
Seriously? Too cute.
Found this one in my phone.
I took it right before one of Chris’ football games on base.
Daddy is putting on the cabinet locks to keep me safe.
I don’t know why…
Cartoon taken from Funny Times.com
Screenshot taken from
Frigidaire’s My Motherload
Need I say more?
Yep. That’s my child sleeping.
Yep. She’s sleeping on her Boppy Pillow.
Yes. I know that the label says “Do not allow your child to sleep on this.”
No. I don’t care…
I got TWO HOURS of sleep like this.
Yep. That’s how I roll.
What happens when you give your dog a bath
and then leave the towel you used to dry him hanging outside for weeks?
A BEAST of a spider takes up residence on it…
I’m leaving that one for The Hubs to take care of.
I’m not sure if Kingston feels the same way, though…
Almost 7 pm and pretty much still 100 degrees- really?