Friday, July 31, 2009

Thursday, July 30, 2009

And then she turned 23.

Dear sweet Caroline,

I thought you were just turning 3. Last time I checked, you had only been in this world for 3 little years.




You, my dear sweet first born, think that you are 23.

The day that you turned 3, we were no longer Mommy and Daddy. We are now Mom and Dad.


Mommy was so much sweeter.

"Mom I want to listen to Boom Boom Pow, please."

"Thanks you, Mom."

"I want my Dad."

"Dad, let's go night-night."

How did you get so big?

When did you grow up?

I guess that I am just a little sad. I didn't expect this day to come so quickly. The day that you could recite the whole Pledge of Allegiance and call us Mom and Dad. I guess I thought this day would come later in life. Like when you were... 18 {ha}!

Slow down, sweet Caroline. You don't have to get big so fast. Be little for a little while longer. Please.

Thanks you.

Love you always,

I need this stroller.

Here is another fabulous giveaway you are going to want to enter!

You all know that I am on the search for the "perfect double stroller". This is my top pick so far.

It is the Bumbleride Indie Twin.

Head on over to Two of a kind, working on a full house and Dee will tell you all the ways you can enter!

Good luck!

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

I need your help.

I am starting to get my ideas together for Emma's 1st birthday party.

I want to send a picture or use a picture with her invitation. I have narrowed it down to two.

This is where you come in.

Which picture should I use?

Picture One

Picture Two

Of course I have edited both a hundred different ways. So, after you pick one there will be another poll of different edits!

Thanks! Y'all are the best!

Ryan and peppers.

Meet Ryan. Husband and father of two.

Ryan brought home a bag of peppers. Being the great wife that I am, I decided to cut some tomatoes and peppers up for him. (He eats this for breakfast, snacks, lunch, and dinner.)

Well, I learned that it isn't a smart thing to do... to cut up an unknown pepper. I caught my hands on FIRE. In the rush of the moment, I just wiped them on my pants to ease the pain a bit. I ran to the sink to wash my hands in cold water.

A few minutes later, my leg was on FIRE! I'm talking, I think the jucie had eaten through my Juicy velour.

Lesson learned: Never cut up an unknown pepper.
Lesson learned: Never cut up an unknown pepper especially if you are just doing it to be nice.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Chances are...

...if Caroline turns three- we will have multiple birthday parties for her.

...if we did not have a big birthday party like we normally do- we will celebrate in other ways.

...if it is Caroline's birthday- we will pack up and go to The Cookie Boutique with friends.

...if we go to The Cookie Boutique- we will decorate cookies, eat Mini Melts, have drinks, dance, run around like crazy people, and make animals from Animaland.

...if we went to The Cookie Boutique- I took pictures of course!

...if it is Caroline's birthday dinner- we spent it with Ryan's family.

...if it is time to cook- it is time to cook tacos.

...if it is time for cake- it is time for crowns and wands.

...if it is time to blow out candles- it is time for Emma bug to help.

...if is time for presents- it is time for the Marley and Me DVD, Fancy Nancy dresses, bike horns, a slip and slide and lots more.

...if it is time to open presents- Mindy, Jason, Kaitlyn, Hayley, and Sarah will give Caroline two fish.

...if we take those two fish home- only one will live through the night. Sorry, Caroline.

...if presents are over- it is time for the slip and slide!

...if the slip and slide is wet when you take it out of the box- more than likely it has been used and is broken.

...if it is broken- it is ok because Caroline doesn't know how to slip and slide anyway.

...if it is the summer and it is the weekend- we are at the beach.

...if we are at the veach- we will celebrate Caroline's birth there.

...if we didn't bring a cake- I will help make one.

...if you don't know how to write with icing- don't try it on a birthday cake.

...if you are cooking birthday dinner at the beach- you will cook fresh fish, fresh corn, fresh peas, homemade french fries, glop (tomatoes, cucumbers, onion and mayo), and hushpuppies.

...if the weekend is over- the birthday celebrations are over and you have one happy three year old.

...if I'm writing this- I borrowed the idea from Brittany who got it from Carrie.


Prayers for Stellan

Stellan needs all the prayers he can get right now.

If you don't know what has been going on, you can check out MckMama's blog or follow MckMama on twitter.


I ♥ Faces: Beach Week

This is my first time participating in the I ♥ Faces photo challenge. It is beach week and you all know that we ♥ the beach. This is one of my favorite pictures from the summer.

Olive, moon, auger, jingle, pieces of sand dollar...

Caroline was learning the names of all the different shells from my Dad.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Really sad... seriously.

Did you know that I can get three people ready, pack three suitcases PLUS all of Em's extras (bottles, cups, food, diapers, wipes, etc.), put it all in the car AND I will STILL be waiting for Ryan?


Did you know that no matter how big of a rush I am in, Ryan will wait until 30 minutes before it is time to leave before he even begins getting ready?


He is the slowest person on the face of the Earth sometimes.


Can someone send my husband the memo that men should take no longer than 15 minutes to get ready?


PS- You really don't have to blow dry your hair either. Love you!

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Blogiversary Bash!

For me, July 31st marks one year of blogging.

One whole year.

I have learned so much and met a lot of great people. I know that we could easily be IRL friends. {grin} Maybe we can all meet one day at the BlogHer conference. Wouldn't that be super fun?

So to celebrate my one year of blogging, I have put together a few giveaways for y'all! Are you excited? You should be!! They are going to be GREAT!! The bash will be over a three day period. I will post new giveaways from August 3rd through the 5th!

Here is what I need for you to do. Help me spread the word about my Blogiversary Bash! I have made a button for you to put on your sidebar and everything.

You like?

Well, here is the code for YOU to put one on YOUR sidebar too!

Thanks a million y'all!

Hope to see you back for the giveaways!!

PS- The code is over on my left sidebar too!

Caroline conversations.

"Caroline, you cannot hit your sister. She is little and you are big. It hurts her."

"But I don't like her. I want her to go back to the hospital."

This conversation went on at the beach last weekend. I will not include names because it is kind of embarrassing.

"Dad, I am going to throw that shirt away. It is TERRIBLE! Those flowers look like tiny penises."

"I cannot believe you just said that."

Conversation shifted.

"Caroline, what do you want for your birthday?"

"Penises" she replied.

Fabulous word to teach a 3 year old, people. Thanks. Maybe she will go to church talking about penises, damn ass, and bull ship.

On the way home from Beaufort, Emma was having a break down. She was hot and tired. She was ready to get out of her carseat. So, she screamed.

Then we hear a sweet little voice say...

"Emma, it's ok. I know. Mommy's mean. She's mean to me too. I know, Emma. It's ok."

Thanks for making me sound like an abusive parent, Caroline. Thanks a lot.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Truth... it sucks.

Jamie wrote a post yesterday about the stress of a first time mommy.

It struck a cord with me and out came this post.

The truth hurts sometimes.

The truth is: my life isn't all fun and games. I promise. From the outside looking in, it may seem that way. Sometimes I catch myself thinking, "MckMama's life seems so structured, organized and fun. She does everything right." Then I remember that her posts are only a small part of her life. I'm sure there is chaos. What would life be without chaos?

The stories I tell are only bits and pieces from my hectic day.

I don't replay my entire day or life to you because, frankly, you probably don't want to hear it.

My blog is only about 2% of what my life really is.

You don't read the story about how I cried in the middle of the kitchen floor after my two year old pushed a vase off of the table. The vase just so happened to be full of M&Ms. I was trying to do a fun craft. A craft that went terribly wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong.

You don't read the story about how I yell at the husband for always asking me where something is before he even looks for it himself.

You don't read about the hubs yelling at me for not washing his clothes.

You don't read the story about me being covered in spit-up while rushing out the door just to sit back down to cry about it.

You don't read the story about me trying to type a post and Caroline laying in the middle of the floor screaming because I won't play Boom Boom Pow.

You don't read the story about me trying to type a post while Emma is screaming in the monitor beside me, ready to get out of her crib. The worst part? I just put her in it less than 3 minutes ago. I'm.serious.

The past two weeks have been difficult. I don't know why specifically.

Caroline hasn't napped well. She hasn't slept well at night either.

She screams instead of talks.

She yells instead of sings.

She is a loud child.

I haven't been able to put Em down. She is permanently strapped to my body. I carry around an extra 16 pounds all day, every day. Let me be the first to thank God for the invention of Baby Bjorns and HotSlings.

I'm tired. God blessed me with not one but TWO children that hate to sleep. Seriously.

I don't usually complain.

I usually share my funny stories.

I usually share those moments in life that make me smile, laugh, or just seem interesting.

Today, I share the truth.

And guess what? The truth sucks sometimes.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

The Little Big turns 3.

Dear Caroline,

I can't believe that it has been three years. THREE! I remember the day you were born like it was yesterday. Have I ever told you about the day you were born? I haven't? Well here you go...

You were not due until the 28th. Dr. Lies (pronounced Lees) was going on vacation that week and I was hell bent and determined that I would have you before he left. I wanted him to deliver.

The 21st came. I had a doctors appointment. I was 39 weeks, hot, and tired. My blood pressure was getting high, I was swelling and I had a little protein in my urine. Dr. Lies told me to go home and rest. I did. I was upset that you weren't coming that weekend. Then the phone rang. Dr. Lies told me to come to the hospital because he wanted to watch my blood pressure.

I started to get nervous. What if I couldn't do it? What if it hurt really bad? What if... I just wanted to throw up. I kept telling myself, "You are just going so that he can keep an eye on your blood pressure." I will never forget walking through those labor and delivery doors. I saw Dr. Lies and he said, "Are you ready to have this baby?" "TODAY?" I asked. "Yep. Today." {GULP}

They hooked me up to pitocin. At that time, it was the worst medicine I had ever experienced in my life. I would have a contraction and another one would start before I could even catch my breath. It was awful.

You, my sweet girl, are a drug baby. I will not lie. I was selfish and wanted any kind of pain medicine they would give me. Dr. Lies does his own epidurals. I was worried before going into labor that I would die or be paralyzed because of the epidural. During the actual labor though, I could have cut my own arm off and eaten it as a snack and been fine. Epidural= easy. Epidural= wonderful. I still remember that cold going down my back that was followed by the greatest relief of my life. After he jacked me up, I was on the phone calling the waiting room. I wanted to check on everyone.

Dr. Lies came in to check on me. "Oh, I think this baby will be here some time after midnight." What? Midnight?! I think not! A short time later, I knew it was time to push you out. **FYI: Answers to the earlier questions: (1)Yes, I can give birth. You have to. I wanted to suck you right back up but I knew if I did, I would just have to push all over again. (2)Yes, it hurts. I will not lie. It hurts like... well I won't go there.** Anyway, someone went to wake Dr. Lies up. 52 minutes of pushing and out you popped. You were 8 lbs. 3 oz. and absolutely beautiful. The best part? It was Dr. Lies' birthday! 8 minutes before midnight. You did it!

You would be proud of Mama. I didn't say ugly words and I didn't scream. I did get angry at KK for touching me. I did get angry at Jay for talking while I was having a contraction. He was explaining to everyone that he knew how to read the graph machine that told when I was having a contraction. Little did he know that he was about 5.3 seconds late. It struck a nerve. I did yell at Dad because somehow he got at the foot of the bed while I was pushing. We had discussed it earlier and decided that it was best for him to stay at the head of the bed until the labor and delivery was over. Anyway, he got back to the head of the bed and all was well.

Daddy cut your umbilical cord. Did you know he almost cut the wrong area? He did. Instead of cutting between the two clamps, he almost cut on the outside of them. Dr. Lies stopped him and helped a scared Daddy out.

You have had him wrapped around your little finger since 11:52 p.m. on July 21, 2006. You are his "Little Big." You are our princess. You are perfect and beautiful. You definitely march to the beat of your own drum. You are loud and sweet. You are funny and have little coordination. You love steak, tacos, and spaghetti. You eat tomatoes like they are apples. You have beautiful hair (which I hope lasts forever because you have my hair and Daddy's working against you). Your eyes were blue until you turned two. Now, they are a beautiful green like Jay's and mine. You have my temper and mouth. Good luck with that.

We wouldn't trade you for anything in this world, Carolina. Happy 3rd Birthday! I wish all of the happiness in the world for you. Stay sweet. Stay beautiful. Stay strong. Walk with your head high no matter what. Always march to the beat of your own drum... even if that beat is "Boom Boom Pow" by the Black Eyed Peas.

Know that I would go through it all again. The labor and delivery. Anytime. Anywhere. For any reason... well, as long as another epidural is involved!

I love you always and forever,

{Be sure to turn your volume up.}

Monday, July 20, 2009

Last week.

Caroline and her friend Addison had dance camp last week.

There were skills...

...and spills!

All in all, Caroline had a great time. It was a busy week of waking up and getting ready for dance camp from 9-9:45 everyday. We had playdates afterwards every day. By Wednesday, we were done. We were all tired and ready for the week to be over.

Friday was the day Caroline got to show us what she learned. She just stood there. You don't believe me? Watch the video! Ha!

We went to the park.

We painted pottery.

We went to the splash pad. (I forgot the camera.)

We decided to do nothing this weekend. We packed up and headed back here...

We laid on the beach, dug holes, went swimming, rode the jet ski and just did nothing.

I also FINALLY got a picture of Emma doing her fish face.

So now, you are caught up on our week. Now, on to better things like Caroine's birthday and a new ugly word she said this weekend.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

I'm alive.

Dance camp... playdates... pottery painting...

We have had a busy week. I will post all about it.

We are exhausted.

Both girls have snot running everywhere. Caroline is screaming about it. Emma just eats it and smiles.

We packed up and headed to the coast.

We are going to take a break. At least until tomorrow.

I am working on my posts for next week.

Have a fabulous weekend!

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

All you need to do is cry...

... and you can get whatever you want.

Cowboys boots.

I cried for these bad boys 5 years ago... in the middle of a country western store. Yes, I was grown. Yes, I cried... on the floor... like a child.

Ryan bought them for me for my birthday that year.


Sunday, Ryan took me to Jame's. It is a little boutique at the beach that I have been wanting to check out.

As I was browsing, I saw lots of things that I needed wanted.

Then I saw them. The Rock & Republic jeans that I have been needing wanting for so long. (Side note: Jeans are my thing. Earl, Seven, William Rast. Be still my heart.)

Hummm. What am I going to have to do to get these? Cry? Scream? Lay in the floor and sob like a baby? My options were not limited to but included all of these choices.

$230. Two-hundred and thirty dollars. TWO-HUNDRED AND THIRTY DOLLARS!

I had a speech planned out in my head. "Ryan, these are an investment. OHmommy makes investments all of the time. These jeans will last me for a little while forever. She invests in Louboutins and Louis'. Me, I'm just investing in jeans for now. It could be much worse. I could want..." (You like how I name drop like I am IRL friends with OHmommy? I WISH!)

Halfway through my speech that I was having in my head, I saw it.

75% off. SEVENTY-FIVE PERCENT OFF! Yes, you heard read me correctly.


I called Ryan over. "Look babe! My jeans! Guess what? They are 75% off!"

I saw him calculating in his head.

He grabbed three different styles and threw them at me.

I was in Heaven!

I decided on these (with the help of my sister, her best friend, and Ry).

Yes, I included the price tag.

What a receipt? You would like to see it?

$61.11! Yayyyy me!!

Ryan's favorite part? Looking at his total savings...

In conclusion, I learned a lot from this situation. I must cry OR find a sale to get whatever I want. {grin}