I get excited to meet cool people and find fun new blogs. And I love hers. She takes fantastic pictures, makes bright & beautiful crafty things, and like I said, lives in Australia. 'nuf said. Cool.
So here's the 4th picture in my 4th folder.
Ripley's Aquarium in the Smokies. We went last summer.
Conan and I want our kids to do stuff. Not sit at home just because there's 5 of them. By myself, not so much. But when Conan has a chance, we'll go. Somewhere. We stay smart about it though. Like the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade...probably won't try it. ever.
I always expect a kid to wander off, that way I'm obsessingly paying attention. Because let's face it, there really aren't any peepers on the back of my head. Contrary to popular belief.
And we're full believers in restraints. We prefer backpacks and strollers. "Hands on the cart" every two minutes or so.
And I tag Corrie, Sharstin, Cassy, and a bitty witt.
So here's the 6th picture in my 6th folder.
And Wonder Woman.
So if I wanted to sell you a doll, or a dress, I couldn't. Because I couldn't afford it.
If you wanted to buy a vintage storybook, you couldn't. Because the antique shop can't afford to test it.
If you like giving unique kid gifts, too bad. You couldn't afford them even if you found one.
The best thing you can do if this bugs you is to learn about it and then spread the word.
Sarah Jane Studios has the most informative post, in simple language, I've read. She has all the links you need to educate yourself on this, and she explains exactly what you can do.
Download the Etsy Action Kit.
Email your Senator.
I've had this quilt top in my closet for almost 3 years now.
Total Intimidation. It would smirk at me in a very condescending arrogance every time I stared at its possibilities. Like, I'm better than you. I could've just tied it up and stuck it in a dark corner, but that wouldn't have stopped it from yelling at me. It needed some real live quilting skills. I had decided on trading something of much value with a Quilted Sister to finish it for me.
However, I was inspired. And determined.
So I jumped in and accepted the consequences, which I love. I put a ruffle and an old button from my Grandma's stash on it (thanks mom), because the more I worked, the more personal it became. I love it.
I learned a couple valuable lessons:
I'm proud of myself.
I invited (without options) the kids to watch the Inauguration with me today.
Joey kept asking where Hulk was.
Andy gave me a token comment, "Yeah mom. The guy's got a good job." Then he disappeared.
Dani braided my hair.
Jake stood on his head. Most of the time.
And now we have a new Mr. President.
I watched my kids watch.
And thought about how Dani may be 18 when we watch this again.
And thought about change.
And thought about Abraham Lincoln's bible, and Joey's new underwear, and Jake's excitement when he saw Oprah.
And thought about Sasha having sleepovers.
And about how tomorrow, today will be history.
So I better watch.
Not a video game.
Not an animal.
I love this girl.
(found this one on ebay...it's perfect...Dani loves yellow...ends Sunday...7 bids...i'm nervous...wish me luck...a typewriter.)
I lost the bid by $1 in the last 2 seconds. hmph.
Oh, you say, so sweet. She loves her mom so much. And I do...oh I do...and I love baking bread and talking shop with my mom...but my jubilation is utterly selfish. Completely.
My mom is the ultimate Potty Trainer. And I have taken advantage.
Confession: I have only trained one of my 5 children. Dani. Jake did it himself, for the most part. My mom trained Andy 3 years ago. I had nothing to do with it. And now, while she's been emptying the portable plastic potty for the last 2 days for my 4th born, I've been...uh...I hesitate to say...shopping.
I know. Brat.
Here is where I lose all credibility and no longer relate to my loyal and loving blog readers because now I have admitted my spoiled rotten-ness. Yes, indeed, I spent a complete 3 hours ALONE at Marshalls and Old Navy finding deal upon deal and resisting impulse buys, while my sweet and so generous mother whom I love so much was at home teaching my child how to pee in a pot.
It's kinda like when Kate + her 8 gets the free trip to the penguin farm and you're like "uh, this isn't real life. Whatever." Or when you love a blog because the author is so much like you and then she talks about her appearance on Martha. But you still love her, you just know there's no longer a chance she'll be your bff someday. Or when the lady at church says she's so tired because she only got 8 hours of sleep last night and your sleep-deprived self is like "I hate you."
Don't worry guys. I don't sleep much. I still work hard and suffer with you in all other areas of yuckiness. I wipe the noses, the dirty bums, the unidentified stickiness.
But yet, it's true. I did shop.
A little guilt. I got a pair of Levis for $15.
They're pretty talented. I'm sure they could figure it out.
Each picture is linked to their Etsy site. Check 'em out.
I cleaned so hard I moved the couches. Do you guys do that every time? Me, not so much.
Little did I know the festival of new discoveries this would unleash or I would've done it long ago.
Not only did the repositioned stinky sectional suddenly gain a whole new respect in its new temporary placement, but we're talking City of Lost Toys people! Better than Christmas, says Andy. And indeed it was. They jumped and squealed and cheered with every new inch of exposed carpet. It was like revealing a goody bag of sweet memories; over and over.
Andy found MarioPinball, his "motht favwitetht lotht thing...evoh!!", and a random green stretchy bracelet that suddenly had special meaning.
Joey found books, cars, the red connect four piece that has been haunting his empty space on the grid, darts, pokemons, and nasty half eaten snack bags galore. They're not allowed to have food in the bonus room; and there it was in its sneaky glory.
I am happy to have found 4 lost hair accessories. A good bleaching of these ouchless babies and I'm back to ponytails. Woohoo!
And finally, the one we're all real thrilled about....
The BurpMaster 2000.
Take it away Kacie.
Friday was report card day. I love report card day.
My kids are not only hard workers, but they're smarter than me. And I'm so grateful. Because Krispy Kreme awards straight A students with half dozen hot doughtnuts if they bring in their report cards.
HOw cool is that?
So after our "you deserve something cool" reward trip to Target (walking in with a whole lot of indesicion, and leaving with Pokemon cards and a Tiny Pet Shop trinket, and covergirl pressed powder) we ventured into the beloved building of joy and happiness, picked up some hats, some free doughnuts, and I kissed my kids. Again.
Cut your biscuits into quarters and put them in a big bowl. Add salsa, cheese, green pepper, onion, cilantro, garlic, and chicken. Stir it up.
Melissa made this for all of us last week. It was so so so good, so I tried it right away at my own table. Every single one of my kids loved it. I even got the "this is the best dinner in the world" award last night.
I did a few wild and crazy things in my old age and wrinkly face, I'm willing to admit...I bought products last month...and I started a face washing regimen. I've never really washed my face before. I'd rinse it, maybe use a cotton ball, do the Noxema splash, but that's it. Never with hair pulled back and the washcloth and the soapy eyes mummy walk to find the towel. So, I liked the new Dove commercials and chose to browse the beauty aisle. As a result, I've become bedtime buddies with the gentle exfoliating Dove soap bar, a washcloth, astringent, the lotion, and the mummy walk. The whole shebangbang. And I pluck. Which has nothing to do with my story.
So here's where it gets good, bad, and ugly...
As we were packing for Alabama I grabbed my face lotion and threw it in the toiletries bag with my tweezers. Then, for the first time in like a month I took a second look at my hair de-frizzer to decide if I really needed to take it with me.
And I was like...
Because. And this is why...
The bottle on the left is my face lotion. The bottle on the right is my hair cream.
Big humongo DUMB!!
So there it is, my beauty product buying friends and forever family who will choose not to make fun of me. The reason I don't call. My brain is dumb. And my rebellious hair is apparently untamed. But it is UVA Protected.
Here are my excuses for the mix up...
In my defense, they are both 4 oz. Very similar.
I promise, with all fibers of my being, to pay more attention when applying anything creamy onto my body, or any soft surface, and to leave the beauty deals for the smart people. I will not allow genius marketing skills to target my 30 something vulnerability. And I will write a letter to the Dove top dogs explaining the miraculous results I've had using their hair cream. On my face!
I'm making Mexican Fiesta Biscuit Bake tonight. in case someone needs ideas. And still believes in me.
You can adjust the chocolate and water