Naptime sucks.

Trying to get Caroline down for a nap is a nightmare.

A.Freaking.Nightmare.

I would rather pull my hair out, have a root canal, eat raw chicken, or cut my arm off.

It is that terrible.

She kicks.

She screams.

She pulls my hair.

She hits.

She eventually gives up.

She gives in to sleep.

She's pissed about it though. She can't even rest well because she is so pissed that she is asleep.

BUT, thank goodness (for me) she is asleep. Peace at last.

Yesterday (in the middle of her screaming spell while trying to go down for a nap) she all of a sudden stopped screaming.

I thought it was a miracle. I started thanking God.

"Thank you God for being on my side today. It..."

She looked at me with a very serious face and eyes. She said, "Mannnnnnnnn! My cell phone ringing."

"Ok back up homegirl. You are two. You don't have a cell phone so... you don't hear one ringing."

"Uh-huh! Me do have cell phone. Hear it? Shh! Hear it?"

"No. I don't hear it. Lay down!"

"It's ringing! Me need to talk!" She screamed this. Do this one in your best two year old screaming voice.

Well, let's just say she went all Linda Blair/Exorcist on me.

The next 15 minutes were so much fun that afterwards I decided to rip my eyeballs out.

Wordless Wednesday- I hope he didn't have the flu.

According to the CDC:

"Swine influenza viruses are not transmitted by food. You can not get swine influenza from eating pork or pork products. Eating properly handled and cooked pork and pork products is safe. Cooking pork to an internal temperature of 160°F kills the swine flu virus as it does other bacteria and viruses."

THANK GOD... because Wednesday is BBQ day in this little Southern town.

Grosgrain: Art Nest Pincushion Ring GIVEAWAY!!!!

Grosgrain: Art Nest Pincushion Ring GIVEAWAY!!!!: "Susannah Rodgers makes these original pincushion rings using her favorite fabrics, lush colored wool felt and nickel free, silver plated adjustable rings for a very affordable price! After using hers for nearly four months she doesn't think she can ever go back to storing her pins in a red tomato."

Grosgrain: Picnic Frock GIVEAWAY!!!!

I'm in the mood to win something and I hope it is this dress!
Grosgrain: Picnic Frock

Grosgrain: Simple Skirts GIVEAWAY!!!!

How cute are these skirts? I want one in every color!


Grosgrain: Simple Skirts GIVEAWAY!!!!

He did it.

My husband did it.

I wonder what he looked like while searching.

I wonder if he was trying to hide.

I wonder if he had any shame at all.

I wonder what was going through his mind.

I wonder if he broke out in a terrible sweat and had a hot flash.

He did it.

He lived.

I am proud.

Another upside... he bought the variety box. Lights, regulars, and supers.

You go, you tampon buying husband, you!

You made your wife proud.

That cute little face...

Cupcake Giveaway

Go over to I Never Grew Up and check out Vanessa's fabulous giveaway!


She has teamed up with Cupcake Chic and is giving away a dozen cupcakes!

Don't they look delish?

All you have to do is go to I Never Grew Up and leave a comment! (All that is required to enter is your name and an e-mail address!)

Go ahead... GO!


You know you want to!!

If you win, you must share one with me!

Why?

I am picky. Scratch that. I am VERY picky about what my children wear. NO ribbons. NO bows. NO lace. NO terrible patterns. NO frou frou. Ugh.

Caroline only owns 2 smocked dresses and one monogrammed dress. She has only ever worn each of them once.

Like I said, I'm picky.

If you think that I am picky about clothes and dresses, you should see me picking out bathing suits. Dear God.

I never buy one pieces or tankinis. Caroline has always worn way too cute triangle tops and regular bathing suit bottoms.

Imagine my horror when my child picked this out, INSISTED that someone buy it and then INSISTED on wearing it:


Disney princess one-piece complete with a Dora and Boots hat with a glitter bill.

My bet is that you will not be seeing Shiloh or Suri in this outfit anytime soon.


Sweet wedgie, Caroline. It adds so much to the whole outfit.

We have a stripper on our hands.

Me: "Caroline, what do you want to wear to school today?"

Caroline: "I don't know."

Sips on her orange juice.

Caroline: "Me want to go naked."

And we wonder what she is going to be when she grows up. As of now, all signs are pointing to stripper/nudist. Fabulous.

Wordlessful Wednesday

Bath time. If only you were there to see me trying to actually wet her hair and get the shampoo in her hair. Washing Caroline's hair is... well... hell (for lack of a better word). Complete hell.





First trip to the beach.




My little hippie. We love the hippie braid. She just looks away every time.




Bug went to the doctor today for her last Synagis shot. She weighed 14 pounds 8 ounces! Yayyyy, Em!

Wordless Wednesday- Jealous...

... that my sister can wash her hair, wear it like this, take it down, and it looks beautiful.



I forgot to take an after picture. This picture just looked cool. Looks like noodles.

And then there were four.

I began as one.

One high school cheerleader with big hair and braces.

I met you.

We became two.

Two people that had ups and downs.

Two kids learning how to love and be loved.

After being two for a while, we got married.

Marriage was a change.

A BIG change.

We were together for 5 years but marriage... marriage was different.

We learned that there is no easy out in marriage.

There are no fights where you leave when its over.

There are no fights that end in me not seeing or talking to you for days.

We had to grow up.

We had to work at it. We still have to work at it.

Marriage was hard. Marriage is hard.

We enjoyed it.

We enjoyed being on our own.

Then came Caroline.

We became three.

She became the apple of our eyes.

She became our whole world.

What did we do before marriage and Caroline?

We couldn't even remember what life was like before it all.

We made it through Caroline's first two weeks.

How we made it is still a question I often ask myself. (Remember the night that I lost my nipple shield? Ha! You were freaking out more than me!)

We made it though. We lived through those first few weeks AND kept another little human alive too. Yayyy us!

We watched Caroline roll, sit, crawl, walk, talk.

We were proud. Proud parents. We were a proud family of three.

We continued to have ups... and downs.

Shortly after Caroline's 2nd birthday, we became four.

Boy, was that a trying time.

Emma was 8 weeks early. She was in the hospital for a whole month. I was a nut that wanted to lose my mind. You were lost and confused.

Emma came home and things got a little better.

We lived. We made it. We got through it.

We've watched Em grow from 2 lbs. 15 ounces to over 14 pounds.

Now, we have two beautiful girls that love us more than anything. We love them more than they will ever know.

Today marks our 3 year anniversary. 3 years of chaos. 3 years of happiness. 3 years of us.

From one to four.

We are a family and I love it!

Happy anniversary!

Here's to many more (and to me... maybe one day I will finally get use to you brushing your teeth).

"Can you play me a memory
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete.."

At least she knows how.

Caroline.

Sweet Caroline.

I waited for the day that I could count. Meaning... I waited for the day that I could look at my child and begin that count to three. You know the one. Your mama would start counting and by "2" you had straightened up.

My day came.

"Caroline. I am going to count to 3 and you better come to me!" She was trying to run away from me when we were outside.

It worked.

It worked about 5 times.

My days of counting came. My days of counting went.

Now, I look at her and say, "ONE!"

She says, "TWOOOOOOO! FREE!"

Damnit.

Oh well... at least she knows how to count.