Thursday, July 24, 2014

Randoms.

I turned Sophia into my photographer.  She's more than happy to fill the role.  She takes a pretty good Instagram doesn't she?

I finally finished watching all of House on Netlfix.  Was anybody else disappointed in the last season?  It was missing a certain something that the other seasons had.  I know exactly what it is too, but I won't say because, spoilers.  I did like how they ended the show.  It was kind of perfect.

You know all those suggested posts on FB?  The one with the slide shows?  I love them.  I don't read all of them, but I do read a good percentage.  I don't know why, I just like them.

Speaking of other useless things, I freaking love infomercials.  I don't know why, but I always have.  Just ask my mom.  I never really begged her to buy any of those things (maybe a few, but not many) but I just love watching them.

Eric and I are searching for a new rental and we called a place we saw online and they told us to view it, like literally just to walk around the inside and see if we like it, we would have to send them copies of our ID's and proof of income.  I guess I can understand why they might want this info, but still.  That's a lot of work just to walk around the inside of one house for 10 minutes to see if we're even interested in filling out an application.  Pass.

Going back to TV shows on Netflix, if someone does tell me who A is soon I'm going to lose my mind!  A has already been like 10 different people and if the Pretty Little Liars want you to think it's one person you can almost definitely bet it's not.  Tell me who it is before I throw a rock at my TV!!  And yet I'll still tune in.  Every. Tuesday.  I can't help it.

Charter just "upped" my internet speed.  It's supposed to be twice as fast but instead I swear it's twice as slow.  I might need to get a rock to throw at my modem too.  I would never throw a rock at my precious laptop, but a piece of company issued crap?  Just one rock might not be enough.

I am straight up addicted to Groopdealz.  I literally can't even help it.  I posted about it on FB last week and I may or may not have gotten another friend hooked.  Whoops.

I could be an Auntie any day.  And I can't wait.  I'm gonna baby hog that kid like none other.

Sophia loves to photobomb.  Since there were no cell phones when Eric or I were kids, I'm not sure who she got it from.  However, considering I take approximately 437 selfies for every 1 that Eric takes, I'd have to say she probably gets it from me.

I don't know how many of you saw about this whole Comcast debacle, but it is seriously a train wreck in the most hilarious, embarrassing, and mind blowingly rude way you can possible imagine.  Like woah.

"For I know the plans I have for you" declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future".  Jeremiah 29:11

Monday, July 21, 2014

Beautiful.

Beau-ti-ful.

Pleasing to the mind or senses.

I was challenged by my beautiful (and kind, sweet, and loving) friend Courtney to post five pictures that make me feel beautiful.  I decided to take this challenge to the blog.  Here goes.

Most of these are Instagrams.

I looooved my hair in this photo.  Curly hair (and the act of accomplishing fixing my hair) makes me feel beautiful.

Too bad it only lasted a few hours.


I love being Eric's wife.  He always makes me feel pretty.


I thought this was a cute selfie, but everyone told me that they really liked it. so that was nice.  


I love this picture of me and Eric.  The wonders of lip gloss.


These two are the reason I get up every morning.  The reason I go crazy.  The reason I am such a silly sap.  They are the most beautiful people in the world to me. They make me feel beautiful even when I'm a hot mess, because children don't see beauty in things as superficial as clothes or looks or hair.  They see it in an extra glass of chocolate milk, or a kiss on a boo boo, or an extra cookie when I'm not looking (that'd be from their father).  They don't care if I need to get my eyebrows waxed or if I "forget" to iron my clothes.  Or wash them.  Just kidding on that last one, I never wear dirty clothes.  They see beauty through love, mercy and forgiveness.  Children can teach us all the true definition of beauty.  Thank God for them.


Now, show me pictures that make you feel beautiful.  Leave me a link in the comments and I'll come say hi :)

"For I know the plans I have for you" declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future".  Jeremiah 29:11

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Susie & Sally.


I've been thinking about this a lot lately.  What are my words saying about others?  I've been able to see one situation from two sides many times, and it's always interesting to see how others react.  Both sides are mad at each other, or perhaps disappointed, and how do they handle it?

The way I see it there are a few options.  
1. To be public or not?  When I was in middle and high school, there was word of mouth and perhaps some texting.  Nowadays, social media is at the forefront of every occasion, and it's so easy to blast someone whether namelessly or not.  It's so easy to post something cagey and evasive, so that only the opponent will know that you're speaking about them, or post something direct.  Which brings me right to number 2.
2. To name names or not.  Some might say this is brave, since you're not beating around the bush.  Some would say it's rude, to blatantly call out someone for what they're doing.  Some might say it's unnecessary and depicts a lack of class and/or respect.  Others (the nosey ones) will stalk you to see exactly what you're saying, about who and when.  Often other people get caught in the crossfire.

The words you say definitely say something about you.  I've seen it time after time, people blast others and say it's true, and a lot of times it is.  But there is a way to say something truthful without being hurtful.  If someone lies to you and you sever your friendship with that person, you can say that your friendship just fizzled out.  You can say that you two went your separate ways.  You could even say that you lost your trust in them.  You could say that they lied to you and your friendship simply couldn't recover.  You could say that you can stand them and their vile words and that you could never see yourself being friends with someone so horrible ever again.  All of those statements are versions of the truth.  The first being very sugar coated.  Then they work their way all the way up to anger and hate.  And although that last one may be a drastic, it shows a level of anger that reflects hurt feelings and apathy.  In the end, hurtful words don't help the person who speaks them.  They don't do much for the person at whom they are directed.  All they do is add onto the hurt you're already feeling and potentially make you look bad.

Speak life into people.  Speak happiness.  If you say you aren't bitter, but then you spew anger, the truth is that you're bitter.  Speak truth, but speak it well.  Speak it with love.

"For I know the plans I have for you" declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future".  Jeremiah 29:11

Friday, July 11, 2014

Instagram, Vol. 6

Let's get the serious business out the way first.  There is a very good chance that at some point during the day you will be able to catch me and my three favorites at Krispy Kreme getting a dozen assorted donuts and then getting the second original glazed for .77.  Because, let's be serious, I love donuts more than the police officers that my sister swears she saw do a hardcore u-turn just to get into Dunkin' Donuts earlier this week.  #truestory #ithink  And if you haven't tried their cake batter donuts yet then you are seriously missing out, because the last time I ate one I thought I could hear angels singing straight from Heaven.  And no, this is not a sponsored post.  KK is not giving me any free donuts to write this, not that I would turn them down if they did.

Anywho...

Now seems like as good a time as any to revisit life in the form of Instagram snapshots...right?


1//Sophia and I both had new sunnies.  I seriously loved mine...until Cooper broke them.  Wahhh!  I need to see if I can procure another pair.
2//A little dolly blanket I made Sophia to match the new blanket I made for her.  This one was super easy, the twin size, not so much.
3//Lunch at the Corner Bakery in DC.  It was a lot like Panera Bread, which in case you don't understand what I mean by that, means it was delicious.
4//Georgetown Cupcakes.  I was concerned they wouldn't live up to the incredible hype.  They totally did.  Get in my belly!
5//Cooper the underwear model.
6//Parktime selifes.  Everyone does it.
7//Silly shenanigans in the car.
8//I never in my life, my whole life y'all(!), thought I would be so excited about this many zippers.
9//Sophia with her new "toddler" Anna and Elsa dolls.  I would link them for you in the Disney Store website, but they aren't there anymore and I have to stalk that site just to find her some Frozen toys.
10//My beautiful new print from Jacy at Hello Awesome.  She is just the best!  She has flash sales on Instagram frequently so you should check her out.  Like yesterday.
11//Sophia riding the carousel at the National Zoo.  It's free to get in, but $23 to park, in case you were interested.
12//I made these Bee pouches for Sophia's Pre-K teachers as end of the year gifts.  I attached a tag that said "Thank you for BEE-ing my teacher".  I know that's corny.
13//Aren't divided plates the cutest?  I'm starting to wish I had never stopped eating off of them.  And my kids want these mini pancakes seriously every night.
14//Arrow skirt!  I love the contrasting zipper color.  To die.  Fabric from Bobbie Lou's Fabric Factory.
15//Me in front of the White House, right before I had to explain to Sophia why we can't play in the fountain on Obama's lawn.  #kidzright
16//Cookies.  I knew I was marrying the right man when I found out he could bake.

"For I know the plans I have for you" declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future".  Jeremiah 29:11

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Sorry, I'm Just Not Sorry Anymore.

Sophia is my talkative child, she is always saying the funniest things and she loves posing for pictures.  I feel like, as a result I don't talk about my son Cooper that much on this blog.  Today's post is dedicated to him.


Let me tell you a few things about my little boy.

He is SO cuddly.  Like you can't even imagine.  He wants hugs all the time and he loves to be held.  When he gets in trouble he will occasionally go pout in the corner, but more often than not he needs a hug and he'll get it wherever he can take it.  Even if it's just from his sissy, he always needs a hug.
When he's good, he loves praise.  He'll look at me with these sweet, happy eyes and say "I did it mom!  I did it!  I (ate all my dinner, stayed dry at nap time, picked up all my toys, ect.) and he looks at me for my approval.  Even though he sometimes acts like he doesn't care what I think, in those moments I can see that my approval means the world to him.
If he hurts you accidentally, he'll be very quick to say he's sorry.  He doesn't quite grasp the concept of apologizing when he does something purposefully bad (like hitting) but if he hurts you by accident he will hug you and say he's sorry.  It's sweet.
He will grab my face and give me kisses and ask for squeezes all the time.  I think since he's so cuddly by nature he loves to be "squeezed", which to him is a really tight hug.  He asks for them all the time.


And yet, Cooper has his faults.  He refuses to apologize during those times when he's really not sorry.  He can be very impatient.
He doesn't really take "no" very well.
He hates to sit.  Like, no joke, he hates to sit still.  Church is a nightmare when there is no class for him because he's bored and he wants to run around.
He hates singing, which I think is weird, but hey, whatever.  It does make car rides super fun sometimes, haha!


For all his triumphs and failures, he is my son.  I love him.  Which is why it is really hurtful when I get so many weird looks and comments at his less than perfect behavior.  I have had people suggest I keep him at home, I have had people suggest I have him evaluated, that he has Asperger's (which let me make it abundantly clear, if he did have that would be fine with me, there is nothing wrong with people with Asperger's, but to suggest it after seeing him cry for 30 seconds seems a little hasty and quite uneducated), that he has ADD (again, someone suggested this after interacting with him exactly as it took to ring up a cartful of groceries) and that, (and this one is the worst) that he is simply a bad kid.

To that I say, NO MORE.  No more will I apologize for the fact that my 3 year old gets bored at Church.  No more!  Don't lie to me and say that your 3 year old love to listen to sermons or even hypocritically suggest that you never get bored at church.  It happens to even the most faithful of saints.  Just because he can't feign interest for 1.5 to 2 hours like a mature adult doesn't make him a bad kid.  (Side note: Church definitely isn't boring to me all the time, in fact, I truly enjoy church and am thankful for mine, but come on, we all get bored once in a while, don't we?)

No longer will I feel embarrassed that he runs around with the energy of a thousand Mountain Dews (and I never let him drink soda).  He's 3 and he likes to run around and play at any opportunity.  There is a right time and place and I understand that, but he's still learning and I'm still teaching him.

If my son's whining in the grocery store annoys you, shop in another aisle.  We get our shopping done as quickly as possible.  If he's really making a big stink, I'm going to try to get him to calm down.  I'm not going to allow him to wail and whine and get all the cookies he can hold, but I'm also done pretending that he doesn't have bad days.  Because I know I do, why shouldn't he?  He's just a little more open and honest about how he feels than grown ups are.

I will not answer anymore questions about why he isn't wearing shoes sometimes.  If he's sitting in the shopping cart and kicks his shoes off, they go in my purse.  He's not walking on the ground and it's not a battle worth fighting.  If he's not getting his feet all nasty on the ground (and he can't even touch them sitting in a cart) then why is it any matter to anyone else?  Parenthood is all about picking your battles and girlfriend, I just don't have time to fight that one.

If you are going to give my kid the sideways stink eye, go ahead and feel free, but the next time you open your mouth to diagnose my kid with ADD you better be able to present me a business card with your MD credentials on it to back up that claim.  I actually mentioned this specific incident to his pedi and she laughed.  She said that if he does have ADD, it wouldn't even be diagnosable for years and that, in her opinion, a pedi can't responsibly diagnose a 3 year old with ADD because (and I quote) "If that were true then ALL 3 year olds would have ADD."  And again, if he really does have ADD, I'm okay with that, but just to say that after seeing how he acts for 5 minutes (if that) is rude and irresponsible.


I love my son.  I would die for him.  He's the cutest, sweetest little boy.  You might not understand him and that's okay.  I'm his mom so I get all his little sayings, habits, and behaviors, just like I expect most of you would for your own children if you have them.  I won't apologize anymore for the fact that he's a child.  I don't expect perfection out of my peers, when did it become a thing that we expect it for kids?  Of course I want him to be well-behaved and YES, he definitely gets punished when he makes bad choices, both my kids do.  It's the goal that over time he will learn how to make good choices and treat people nicely even if they don't deserve it, but doesn't Cooper deserve that now?  Doesn't he deserve to have the same consideration that I give to all my friends?  That they are imperfect and will make mistakes and occasionally even act out?  That people can be good and still make bad choices sometimes?  He is three and he makes bad choices sometimes.  It happens.

I'm done with all the bad looks and weird/nasty/unwarranted/bizarre comments about his childlike (which is apparently so shocking even considering that he is a small child) demeanor.  You don't have to love him, but I do.  So when you make these comments about Cooper (or any other "imperfect" child) just remember that that kid is somebody's "Cooper".  He's somebody's precious son and that parent probably knows good and well that their child isn't a super special little perfect snowflake.  That parent probably knows that their kid is crying and they are probably already embarrassed and ready to be done with that tantrum.  But your comments don't make that child stop crying.  They only change they cause is for the parent's pressure on themselves to be perfect to rise even higher.


I love you Cooper, I am a better person for having you in my life.  Sorry, but I'm not sorry that you're a kid.  And I'm oh so grateful that you are mine.

"For I know the plans I have for you" declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future".  Jeremiah 29:11

Friday, July 4, 2014

Happy 4th of July!

Happy Fourth of July!  We are possibly expecting a storm over in here in these parts, so let freedom ring!  If it doesn't storm we'll still probably hang out here and have a chill day.  We are working super hard on finishing Sophia's room.  She has all new furniture and since it's from Ikea we have to put it all together ourselves.

Meanwhile, these are my kids from last year.  They look so grown don't they?  We are having a family cookout this week with our BIL John's parents so I'll be posting new photos of the kids from this year soon.  I hope all of you have a happy and safe Independence Day!




"For I know the plans I have for you" declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future".  Jeremiah 29:11

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Little Red Riding Hood.

My mom is still the most talented seamstress and I'm devoting today's post to this incredible dress she made Sophia.  Doesn't this just make you want to have a picnic in the woods?



















I know it's picture overload, but she is so cute and the dress is so cute and that little wolfie is so cute...basically I couldn't help myself.  I'm thinking this could very well be her Halloween costume this year, that is if I can talk her out of being Elsa.  That's going to be a toughie.

Thanks for stopping by today!

"For I know the plans I have for you" declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future".  Jeremiah 29:11