Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
And because our bikes were in used condition when we got them several years ago and we therefore cannot vouch for their past, from looking at them I honestly think they were part of the set of Three's Company. And today's role of Chrissy will be played by Hollie...Jack Tripper by M to the Izz-A.
Kate even got to steer the boat.
And only my husband would agree to demonstrate the shallowness of the water. Yes, I have married the original Okefenokee Joe.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
This week I've had to clean out my closet and make room for M to the Izz-A's clothes. He's been using the spare bedroom's closet as his own since we've been married, but now that Hamp is on the way and the spare room is no longer a 'spare', his clothes will now be joining mine in the master bedroom's closet. I'm sure he will get great use out of the 1 ft shelving area I cleared for him. Kidding.
It's obvious that the cleaning out of my closet was way past due as evidenced in the pic above. Apparently I had a brief, yet heartfelt, love affair with all things sequined in the early years of our marriage. And with this I've laid to rest the theory that sequins die with your high school prom dress - because no, no they do not. They continue living in your stretchy belts and tank tops. Or at least they did in mine.
I only have three questions for myself:
After several hours of pulling out old clothes and shaking my head in shame, I freed up quite a few clothes hangers and filled up four garbage bags.
One bag had already made it to the trunk of my car at this point.
But after talking to Kerri, I've decided to go through them and take some to a local resale shop in an attempt to earn a lil' extra cash. But don't you go worryin' yourself, I'm not attempting to resale my lovely sequins. Those precious flecks of sunshine will be put to rest and left at the bottom of those Hefty, Hefty Cinch Saks.
Somethings really don't deserve a second chance now do they?
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
So in preparation for her big visit, I talked with her in length about what she could expect, trying my best to make it sound fun and exciting. At one point I was even referring to the dental hygienist as the tooth fairy's sister. I considered bring a crown and asking her to wear it but figured she'd look at me like I'm crazy and slip me a business card for the nearest psychologist on my way out.
When we arrived, we sat in the waiting room while M to the Izz-A and Kate read all of their Highlights magazines- a staple for any medical office, if you ask me. When it was time to go back, she jumped up with excitement and ran back, not even waiting on me. She was excited! (Thank goodness.) Meanwhile I tried to hide my own nervousness.
Her dental hygienist, Jessica (a childhood friend), helped her into the "special chair" and proceeded to show her all the buttons that made it move up and down.
I thought she was going to run the battery out, because she brushed her teeth all the way home...and her carseat....and the window......and her arm.
I'm so proud of you, Kate. You make it easy to be your Mommy.
Monday, April 5, 2010
We colored our eggs on Saturday:
My mom always reminds me that she never let her kids sit on the kitchen counters. Apparently I do.
And those were the only two eggs that got the full sticker face and hat treatment. We soon realized that this step in the egg decorating process was becoming more tedious than it was fun and decided to skip it.
Easter morning went pretty smooth considering that most Sunday mornings are like mad house 'round here. We managed to make it on time, but not before one minor mishap. Because Colonel M to the Izz-A hates to be late, I took it upon myself to apply my mascara in the car on the ride there. Unfortunately for my dress and white tank underneath (and because I do everything a lil' bit spastic), I dropped the wand. It didn't show up on the dress as much as it did that bright white tank, which is why you can kind of notice how I've got the right side of my sweater pulled over my chest. But I was not about to turn around, be late, and let that blame mascara wand get the best of my Easter Sunday. And by the way, those little Tide on the Go sticks do not work - at least not on mascara. I tried it and it failed. Miserably.
Would you just look at that angel face?
I took a few moments to look back at last year's Easter post and I can't believe how much Kate has grown. I think it's the haircut.
On a mission...