birthday shopping and house buying

Apparently I break promises, because I promised myself that if I blogged on the Milan Maternity blog, I wouldn't deny my own personal blogs. Clearly, I have not kept that promise. I know all 2 of you are disappointed in me.

So yesterday I had the lovely opportunity to venture out on my own to do a little birthday shopping for little jC. He is turning 3 in a little less than two weeks. WHAT?!?! How in the heck is he already turning 3? That's what I want to know.

At any rate, I don't frequent Toys R Us, but it is the best place to look for toys. Being that they have a million of them all in one place. And it turns out a percentage of their toys are a bit...ummmm...what's the word I'm looking for?

Disturbing.

Now don't get me wrong. I think that being a stay-at-home mom/housewife is wonderful. But something about this just rubbed me the wrong way. I don't know about you guys, but...having a cleaning trolley is not "just like home". There was a whole line of products for girls from this "Just like home" line that had all sorts of unfortunate advertising on it.

And this one. I don't know what to say about this one. I guess your kids have to aspire to be something, right? (Not that anything is wrong with fast food employees.) But really??

Yes, really.

Can you guess which one of those 2 toys I got for little jC?

In non-distrubing children toy news, we are moving. In less than 3 weeks. (Which is why I should probably be spending my time PACKING instead of blogging. But when do I ever do what I should be doing?) We decided that since juC got his new job and we'd be staying in this area more long term, that now would be a good time to find a house that we have more room to grow in. (I don't particularly care to raise the 20 children I plan on having in our townhouse.)

The house is wonderful, and if everything goes as planned, we will be moving in on September 16. The best part about it is that juC will be leaving for 3 days the week we move. That doesn't stress me out at all!

So that has been the extent of my life since I last blogged. Birthday shopping for jC, and selling our house and buying a new one....ya know...the usual.

I put the "er" in expert

Did you know that I am an expert in all things maternity and motherhood related? You didn't? Oh. Probably because I'm not.

But for some crazy reason I've been given the opportunity over the next couple of months to post on the Milan Maternity blog. Milan Maternity is an online maternity clothing store. They also have stuff for nursing mothers, too. They started a blog about a year ago and post about all things pregnancy, baby, motherhood, and fashion related.

I will be posting there on Mondays and Thursdays, and have already done a couple posts! (entitled "kids clothes for less" and "documenting the baby bump"). If there's anything you think I should post about, feel free to let me know. And make sure to post comments on the blog, which you can find here:
http://milanmaternity.blogspot.com/
And I'll let you in on a little secret. They are doing a giveaway right now! So you better go and enter!

I feel the need. The need...for speed.

You know what feels good? Knowing that out of all the children your dad has, that you are absolutely his favorite!


For as long as I can remember, Sundays in our household growing up were spent with my dad watching NASCAR. It was the bane of my existence!! I really, really, really, really wish we had DVR back then. And I really, really, really, really wish we had more than one tv in the house in my earlier years.

MY DAD LOVES NASCAR.


So when I provided for him the opportunity to DRIVE an actual NASCAR car around the Richmond track, I automatically moved into the actual favorite child position. (My dad has this bad habit of telling all of his kids that they are his favorite) but now, I really actually am his favorite. Sorry everyone else.

Watching him speed around the track as he fulfilled his dream was awesome!! Now I just need to become independantly wealthy so I can provide him the opportunity to do this all the time.

Bless his heart

My poor husband.




He has donned the same haircut for years, and has relied on the same barber to maintain his haircut for years. I think he looks mighty handsome with his predictable short on the sides just a smidgen longer on the top style. It's the way I've always known him.

Unfortunately he was in a horrible hair cutting accident! You might think that this happened because he decided to go to a different barber. That is not the case. His barber just failed him miserably. And he is now the proud owner of a mighty long lock of hair right at the front of his head.

He's still trying to figure out what to do with it.

This is when he attempted a faux-hawk but he generally goes with a wave.

So unfortunate, isn't it??

We're calling it a reverse mullet. Party in the front, business in the back. Only problem is, no one is coming to the party.

Luckily, his ability to be a good husband doesn't rely solely on his haircut, so he is still able to make me amazing dinners like this one:

But trust me, he just hasn't been quite the same since the accident.

Happy Cinco de Mayo

When I say that it feels like a lifetime ago that juC and I got married, I mean it in the best possible way. It's hard to believe that it was only 4 years ago today.

I, with out a doubt, married the most perfect person for me. But don't be fooled. Our 4 year marriage isn't with out it's problems.

For instance, he still insists on trying to play footsie with me which I absolutely cannot tolerate.

See? Even we have marital problems.

But the good outweighs the bad. This guy makes dinner when I'm not feeling liking a chef. He does dishes. He takes out the trash. He takes little jC on adventures so that I can have some quiet time with luC. He surprises me with treats. He ends all of our phone calls with "I love you." He takes me on dates. He lets me buy new clothes. He tells me I'm hot (even when I'm not). He works so I don't have to. He fixes things. And I could go on and on. But the best thing is that he loves me...for me. Which is saying a lot, people!

I'm looking forward to all the years we still get to spend together!

Funny face Lula

You all think luC is worth winning a favorite photo contest, right? I know things like this are annoying, but vote for luC! If she wins, she'll get $250. That would buy me a whoooole lot of new clothes for her at my favorite consignment store!


Vote everyday!! All week!! And have everyone you know vote, too! She is currently in #326th place. Booooooo!!

Funny face luC: "Vote for your favorite kids in the Parents Cover Contest! One Reader's Choice Winner will be a finalist at the Professional Cover Shoot! Enter your own child today at http://www.parents.com/enternow !"

How do you know?

How does a wife know that her husband really loves her?

Some women need to get jewelry from their husbands to know. Some women need to be wined and dined to know. Some might need a car or two to know that their husband does, indeed, love them.

While some women only need a smile, a kiss, and a tender whisper of loving words in their ear to know that their husband loves them.

Me? What do I need to know that my husband loves me?

I need to come home on a Saturday afternoon, after spending the morning shopping with little luC to find some boxes, with a little note....


The contents of the box being a dozen cupcakes (minus one that little jC ate) from Georgetown Cupcakes (aka DC Cupcakes from the TLC show)

And then I know, with out a shadow of a doubt, that my husband loves me with every fiber of his being!

It's a big day, people!

You may be wondering what is so special about this day. The 5th day of April. Well, let me fill you in.

It was on this very day, exactly one year ago today that I found out this news:

It was one year ago today that I took a test, found out the big news, quickly made this onesie, and announced the big news to juC. I can't hardly believe that it's been a year!! Such a big day!

But I kept feeling like today was a big day for another reason, but I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I asked luC if she knew.

She just hung her head in shame and said "I can't believe you don't know."

So then I turned to jC

and he was all "Get with the program woman! It's your mum's birthday!!"

And then I was all "Ohhh yeaaaah!"

I had the most hardest time trying to figure out what to get my mum for her birthday. I wracked my brain and wracked my brain more. And then finally I figured out the perfect gift. (Hint: the perfect gift for anyone is always something that you would enjoy yourself) (The perfect gift is also edible and comes in any form of chocolate.)

Unfortunately, shipping is working slowly, so she won't get to enjoy her edible form of chocolate on this, her day of birth approximately 325 years ago, but hopefully she will forgive us and enjoy it when it comes anyways.

Happy birthday, Mum!! I hope you will forgive me for relying on my wee ones to remind me of what a special day this is!

Guessing game

Guess who is sleeping through the night.

And guess who decided to be a big boy and not throw tantrums anymore.Then guess who said he would take me on a super romantic getaway with out the kids.

And the biggest of all, guess who is expecting baby number 3.

I don't know the answer to any of these questions, but I do know it is April 1.

Welcome to my pity party!!

I'm so glad you could make it! This past month juC finally found a new job after years of trying to find something new. And if that wasn't exciting enough, I also cracked open my first double yolked egg EVER!

But, seriously...

In all honesty, I have mixed feelings about juC's new job. It's exciting because he will finally (hopefully) have a job that he can be happy with on a daily basis. And hopefully not have to work 10 or 11 hour days. But since it's still right here in Northern Virginny, that means that we are staying...for good.

I never thought I'd be raising these kids here.

For years now I've lived with the mindset that we'd be moving as soon as juC found a job somewhere else. And truthfully, that was my motivation for accepting that we are here now...that soon we wouldn't be. Now that he has the new job, I have to accept the reality that this is where we will be, where my kids will grow up, and where we will truly settle down. And since I haven't been happy living here for years, it's a hard reality to accept.

But I'm trying...and some days are better than others.

Heart Day

I know I promised my next post would be about the old ads hanging in the upstairs bathroom, and I know you are going to be super upset by this...but, I'm not going to post them yet. It's Valentine's Day, which means I need to post about gushy lovey dovey stuff.

I had every intention of posting about my dear, sweet husband who I love with ever fiber of my being. I mean, how could I not love this guy?

And about my dear, mostly sweet kids.

But let's be honest, you know how much I love them and how great they are, so why not post about what comes second on my list of loves...chocolate.

I knew this Valentine's Day had every possibility of being amazing...I just didn't know how amazing. And then a friend posted a picture on her Facebook of a box of cupcakes from Georgetown Cupcakes (from the series DC Cupcakes on TLC) that her husband got her.

My hopes of an amazing Valentine's Day went down the drain. Nothing could compare to what she got. And I let her know just how jealous I was.

And then, just a few hours later, there was a knock on my door. And there my friend was, standing there. Standing there at my door. Standing there at my door with this...

The most amazingly delicious cupcake known to man. I loved it with every fiber of my being. And it loved me back. It made me feel good about myself. It told me I was the only one. It promised me that all the calories would be worth it.

And let me tell you something: Georgetown Cupcakes don't lie!

You know me

It's been a while since I've talked about old things...ya know...antiques. For a while there it seemed to be all I could talk about.

So here we go again.

Last year, I went to one of my favorite antique stores in Funkstown, MD. I came across some old ads from magazines, and I couldn't help but get some to frame. Unfortunately, the part where I got them in frames took forever, but it finally got done a few months ago.

My favorite of them all is this little guy.I love it obviously because he's the cutest little smart baby. But I also love that there is a recipe on there for creamed spinach. And I also love that Carnation Milk is "from contented cows"I love this ad for pork and beans because...hello! It's an ad for pork and beans. I love that they let you know that they are "Digestible". Thank goodness! If pork and beans still cost 12 cents a can, I'd be eating them every day.

And as someone that loves to bake (however rare it may be these days) I had to get the ad for Pyrex.

Don't you remember when you and your mom would get all dressed up and bake? Those were the days.

I just wish that I could still buy my bake ware for 50 cents!

Now stay tuned and hold on to your seats for my upcoming post about the old ads I put in the bathroom.

My brain at 2 a.m.

Something that I've thought about in the middle of the night feeding a baby when my thoughts are all over the place...

This year I will turn 29. My husband will soon be 33. My husband has a for real job (as opposed to a fake one), we have a house, 2 cars, 2 kids. According to most, we are considered adults, as are our acquaintances. So why is it that I still have a hard time referring to ourselves and others as a man or a woman? Boy and girl still come to mind, and every time I'm talking to someone I so badly want to say "This girl that I know..." and I really have to make a conscience effort to say "woman".

Maybe I'll be over this by the time I'm 50.

I couldn't even make this stuff up

I will admit that I am a huge fan of reality TV. HUGE!

But everyone has to draw the line somewhere, right? And some people clearly just don't know where to draw the line.

Did you know that there is a show called "Bridalplasty"? And the name truly says it all. It's a competition based show where brides compete to win plastic surgery so that they will look "perfect" for their wedding.

I kid you not, people!

Each episode there is a competition, and the winner of the competition gets to choose a procedure to get done, and then gets to spend 2 weeks recovering until they have to start competing again.

Which means they get to compete and do interviews looking like this (Yes, these are actual pictures from the show!):

What is happening to our world today???

No really, I want to know. Because something is clearly wrong.

***images from Google images

jC thinks three's a crowd

I've decided that either I'm the only one who has struggled with having a second baby, OR everyone struggles but no one talks about it. If the latter is the case, then I will be the odd one out and actually talk about it.

It feels very similar to when I was pregnant with jC and people would say "Being a parent is hard." and I'd say "I know." I knew it would be hard, but the reality of dealing with it was a lot different than just knowing it would be hard.

I knew having 2 would be hard, but the reality now of living it is much more difficult than I expected. The funny thing is when jC was a baby, I cried a lot with the struggles I had with him. Now luC is here, and I'm crying a lot...because of the struggles with jC. He, unfortunately, is not too fond of playing on his own. He also, unfortunately, is not too fond of not having all the attention.

Other things he's not fond of: luC crying, having to eat a meal with out me sitting with him, turning the TV off, getting a snack that he doesn't want, making him pick up the snacks he doesn't want after he throws it on the floor...and the list goes on and on....which equals a whoooole lot of frustration, screaming, and crying all around.

On the plus side, luC is a lovely baby. She will actually nap, which means I do get to spend some one on one time with Judson and I'm able to see his happy side, too.

I absolutely love my children (Woah...saying I have CHILDREN is weird!!) They are great, and I just can't wait for everyone to be adjusted to our new family so we can really enjoy it.