Sunday, January 31, 2010

Ole Man. . . Ice.

Very little snow. Lots and lots and lots of ice.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Question Numero Dos.

I want to know how you have time to blog with two little beautiful girls? ~Jony

Good Question.

The verdict is still out on if I am successfully using my time wisely when I blog. Right now, I am at my in-laws house typing away. We just had dinner over here and decided while the girls were occupied I could get something done.

I don't always have time. I don't always have stuff to blog about. I don't always blog.

Most of the time I write posts over a period of time. I may start a post today and finish it next week. {I started at my in-laws last night. I finished at home the this morning and scheduled it to post tonight.}

I mostly write at night when my house is quiet. I have been known to stay up until the wee hours pounding on the keyboard. I can get a week's worth of post done in a night. I will just schedule them to post on certain days.

So, in short I don't always find the time to blog. Being that I am a SAHM I do have more down time than a working mom so that is a plus.

I also don't make myself feel like I have to blog. If I feel like blogging, I do. If I'm just not in the mood, I don't blog. Like I said, I don't feel bad if I don't blog.

Hope that answers your question.

And because you haven't seen these sweets in a while...

Crazy face Emma

Biggie's shoes got muddy on the bottom... she was not happy about it.

The lake that formed in my parents front yard. Lake Hill, I call it.


And because my Daddy George will like this...


We have a new sleeping partner and I don't know how to feel about it.

I guess I shouldn't say "we" have a new sleeping partner because it is just Ryan. He has decided to throw a big, long body pillow right in the middle of the bed each night. It is driving me nuts.

I do not cuddle and I don't want Ryan to touch me when I sleep but now, there is a barrier there.

Where the bed was open before, it isn't now. If I get cold, I can't roll over and warm up next to my husband. I have to roll over and warm up next to my husband's body pillow.

I don't want to be like Lucy and Ricky. I don't want to sleep in separate beds. I have a feeling it is coming though. First the pillow then the separate beds. This is what our life has come to.

I confronted him about it last night when we got in bed. My confrontations don't normally go smoothly. I just threw the pillow off the bed and laid down. He picked it up and put it back. WTH? Then I yelled for a minute, he laughed, and rolled over. It wasn't funny. At.all.

I hate your stupid pillow, Ryan. It sucks and I hate it. Too bad, I'm about to go hide it.

Who's laughing now punk?

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Question Numero Uno.

I want to know how much time you get kid free. Do you wish you had more time? And what do you do during that time? How long do you plan on staying at home?

Kid-free time. Don't we all wish we had more of it? I would have a spotless house and time to shower/tee-tee/just be lazy. But then again, my life would be so super boring.

To answer your questions, Jamie, I don't get a lot of kid-free time. Caroline actually goes to preschool 4 days a week for 3 hours. I look forward to those 3 hours a day. I use those 3 hours to spend with Emma. Most of the time she naps for about an hour. I try to clean the house a little (which I am not good at), I check e-mails, write posts, etc. Most of the time, I do not use my time wisely and it gets away from me quickly.

It is hard having two kids. You feel like you can't ask someone to keep both children at the same time. My motto is: if it is a job for me and I am their mom, I can't ask someone else to keep them both for an extended period of time.

We do have our date nights which are much needed. I am lucky that I have my parents and my in-laws all within 5 minutes of my house. We have more than enough help. We only leave them for a few hours. We go to dinner, talk, relax and then we go pick them up. We have just recently started letting Caroline spend the night. She never asked before and we never pushed for it. What can I say? We like to have our kids at home with us. Once she started asking to stay over with her KK or Grandmom, we gave in and let her.

As for how long I am going to stay at home... that is the one million dollar question. I would love to go back to school, I am just not 100% sure about what I want to do. There are a million options, how do you just choose one? My goal? To make the most amount of money working as little as possible. Is that even practical? For a stripper, maybe. It would be ideal to get Caroline in Kindergarten. She only has a year and a half left of preschool. That way, if I ask someone to help they will only have to keep one baby. With no college degree, working right now isn't really an option. I wouldn't make enough to even pay for daycare for 2 children. Ryan works terrible hours and is a full time student so he can't help but so much during the day. Night jobs are limited unless I want to go back to waitressing which isn't below me and is something we have totally talked about.

That was a total ramble of a post.

In short, I do get kid-free time. I don't get enough of it... no one ever does. I don't use my kid-free time wisely and I need to just be a stripper {when I get my boobs}.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Boob job fund.

I was in the bathroom the other day getting ready.

You would think that I was a 60 year old woman with the hot flashes that overcome me while I get ready. I can't wear clothes during the process because if I do, they will be soaking wet by the time I am done.

Anyway, what I am trying to explain is that I just wear my bra and underwear while getting ready.

As I was drying my hair and looking at myself in the mirror. I was shocked. I had to stop, put the hair dryer down and examine further.

I once had cute boobs. Looking at them in a bathing suit or bra they formed the perfect "C" and the other a backwards "C". Did you just form the picture in your head? Do you get what I am trying to say? Good.

Now like I said, my boobs are no longer this way. They form two straight lines. Like two number ones. I kid you not. At the age of 24, I have lost all hope for my boobs.

The more I stared, the more I realized that I am a 24 year old with the body of a 60 year old. However, I bring a whole new meaning to the phrase "On a scale of one to ten, what are you?"

My answer? "An eleven. I have the proof." Then I will just pull up my shirt and expose my "11" cleavage.

Be jealous.

PS- Not to worry though, my boob job fund is still collecting change. Donations are welcome.

Tick-off Tuesday.

Thanks to Carrie, I now have one day a week that I don't feel bad for bitching. It is awesome and I love it. Thanks, Carrie for this brain-child you call Tick-off Tuesday.

This week, I am going to rant about my husband. His name... Ryan. What ticks me off... lots of things.
I think it is best if I make a list.

1. He doesn't close drawers or cabinets. If he opens a drawer to get a shirt, he doesn't close the drawer. If he opens a cabinet to get a plate, he doesn't close the cabinet. Why? I don't know ask him.
Just close the cabinet. Just close the drawer. It is not that serious of a situation. It takes about .56 more seconds to just hit the cabinet so that it closes.

2. He knocks on the walls. I mean, he will randomly break out in a beat on the wall. WTH? The first time, we might break down and dance. By number 6 of the day, we are over it. It is totally annoying to us {meaning me and the children}.

3. Have I ever told you how much I hate to hear him brush his teeth? Oh my good gracious. It is awful. He has to get up super early for work. The sounds he makes use to wake me up from a dead sleep. God blessed my by teaching me to sleep through that ordeal. I should video him brushing his teeth so that you people get the full effect of how awful it is. I cringe when I hear it. It is equivalent to the sound of fingernails on a chalkboard. I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.

So, that is it. That is my Tick-off Tuesday.

PS- I love you, Ryan.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Not Me! Monday.

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I did not look for my keys for two days after Emma hid them from me. I did not put all of the blame on Ryan for losing the keys. He was the last person to drive my car so who else was I suppose to blame?

I am not having dark chocolate peanut M&M's for breakfast. Along with coke in my coffee mug.

I did not cook Caroline a "runny egg" only to bust the yolk at the very end. Caroline was not happy about it. Have I ever told you about my three year old having a fetish with almost-raw-foods. She enjoys runny eggs and rare to medium rare steaks. Sometimes I wonder if she is my child.

I am not addcited to Friday Night Lights. Why didn't anyone tell me about this show when it was on. Thanks people. You are fabulous friends. Netflix introduced us and we have been lovers ever since.

I am not done with the two questions I got in this post, so they will be up soon!

I also have a few more posts up my sleeve this week. Hope to hear from you soon.

PS- I will hopefully have pictures coming soon. I have a few ideas I need to get on top of.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Hailey Randoms.

- I only had two questions for blog posts. Not to worry. I am working on those posts and they will be up soon.

- I tried The Goddess Workout: Cardio Burlesque. Dolphina was the teacher. I watched the introduction. When she told me I needed a "new, more sexy name" like "Cupcake" AND did the entire introduction with a black sequin stuck to her hand... I knew it was time to send it back to Netflix. Up next? Carmen Electra's workout. We shall see how that one goes. Hopefully, I will make it past the introduction.

- I just ate a piece of lemon cake... at 11:20 pm. Talk about healthy. I am a health NUT!

- I have blogged a few times on the newspaper blog. Have you read? Someone please comment so I don't feel so alone on there. Thanks.

- The bloggy get-together is soon. I only have 4 RSVPs including myself. What's up girls? Please come. We are going to have so much fun! You get to see me drink wine and possibly say a cuss word. Come out. Fun times. {If I don't have your e-mail and you haven't received an invite... e-mail me or leave your e-mail in my comments}

- Pandora rocks. I love it. DMB radio is on as I type. So far there has been a little Coldplay and John Mayer too. Be still my heart.

- I am finally reading this book. My SIL, Ashlyn, let me borrow it and I have just skimmed through. Nope. No more skimming. I am reading this bad boy from cover to cover. It is time I take a stand against my children and their crazy sleeping habits.

- Don't forget to vote on this post. Thanks.

- I hate bows. I hate big, fat, fru-fru bows. They drive me nuts!

- Solving factoring equations makes me happy. {49x^2-25= (7x+5)(7x-5)} That makes me super excited. {Thanks Anna}

- Caroline has changed her name... several times. Most of the time she is Lilly. Sometimes she is Ariel.

- Emma insists on doing EVERYTHING by herself. She wants to feed herself, dress herself... she wants to do it all herself.

- I was looking for my keys today. I couldn't find them anywhere. They were in my hand. You just wish you were that together.

That's how I roll. How do you roll?

Based on the Cottonelle Roll Poll...

What is your choice?


Personally, I'm an over kinda girl.

Vote away my friends...

Wordless Wednesday.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Tick-Off Tuesday.

Carrie has started a cute little game called "Tick-Off Tuesday".

Here's the idea: Do you have something that really irks you? That makes your old pet peeves seem minute? Lets get it out! Tell me what really makes you climb the walls. Just one thing.

I normally don't get all political on my blog but whatev. I am going to tonight... just a little bit.

Nothing pisses ticks me off more than the great debate between public and private school. To be honest, I don't care what you are choosing for your child. You know what's best for yours. I know what's best for mine. So, private/public... public/private... guess what? I finally don't give a shit crap. I have finally let it stop bothering me. Go for public school if thats what you want. Go for private school if thats what you want. We can still be friends. Promise.

Whew! I'm done. Thanks.

Until next Tuesday...

Extra pictures AND a coupon.

Here are a few extra pictures from our park outing yesterday. We had to go to two different parks. The first park we went to didn't have baby swings. We drove across town to the Nature Center for playground number two. We all had a great time.


On a side note, if you look in the left hand column you will see the button for Cole Baby Tutus. I have moved it up AND added an awesome coupon for you. Just use tutu20 to receive 20% your next Cole Baby Tutu purchase.

You're welcome!

Monday, January 18, 2010

Goose eggs and armpit soap.

Today was a roller coaster of emotions/feelings/moments.

It was a good day and a bad day all rolled into one.

I laughed.

I cried.

Not about anything in particular. It was just a normal day being a mama.

As both of my children are tucked in their beds {well, Caroline is actually snuggled up in her Daddy's armpit but that is beside the point}, I sit in front of a brightly lit computer screen thinking back on our day.

I think about how Caroline made me cry {again} and how I am about to google "ways to react to your children talking back to you other than crying." I'm telling you, that girl is going to be the death of me... or at least the death of my xanax bottle. Thank God for refills.

I think about how Emma got away from me and was running after her big sister. I was getting them out of the tub and Bug was soaking wet. She slipped, fell, and hit her head on the tile floor. My heart dropped and a goose egg appeared. As a mother, you look back on those moments and say, "WTH? What was I thinking? Why did I not hold her as I turned to get her towel?" You relive those awful moments and learn from your mistakes. Lord knows, we all make a hundred million mistakes.

I think about how proud I was today of my Sweet Caroline. She tackled the little climbing wall at the playground. She was nervous at first. However, I turned around and looked and Miss. Priss was climbing.

Look at this sweet face of total triumph. She was on top of the world and so were her Daddy and I.

I think about my sweet Bug who wanted to "ming" so badly she couldn't stand it. Of course, we chose a park with no baby swings. Therefore, her Daddy worked with her and she semi-mastered the big girl swing.

She has not perfected it and does much better in the baby swing, but she thought she was big... even if it was only for a moment.

So, even with all the bad that has happened today there came a lot of good.

And at the end of the day I realize, there is nothing sweeter than my goose egg headed Buggie and my "armpit soap" smelling turkey nugget.

Not Me! Monday.

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

We did not have date night Saturday night. We did not decide on a sushi place that we had never tried before. My brave husband did not try octopus. He did not actually digest one whole suction cup off of the octopus. I did not close my eyes and cover my face and vomit in my mouth while he ate it. This is not what happens when you order a spicy tuna roll and 8 pieces of the chef's choice. The chef just might decide to throw a little octopus up there for you.

Caroline did not call me an ugly word. She doesn't know words like that and she definitely doesn't know how to use them in the right context. I did not cry and consider myself a failure as a mother.

If you did not already know, I did not join the world of Facebook. I have not learned all these new slogans in the process like FML. I mean really, who says that? That is awful. And to think, I thought I was up on internet slang. I guess not.

My awesome uncle, Brandon, did not propose to his girlfriend Caitie this weekend. I am not super excited for them. BIG Congratulations to Brandon and Caitie!! (Leave your congrats in the comments. Brandon is a Be Serious reader. He will enjoy reading them.)

The girls and I do not LOVE this song.

While watching the very end of the Golden Globes Red Carpet, Bug did not say "dress"> It was not just a sound that sounded similar to the word dress. It was not one of my prouder moments as a mother... pretending my daughter said "dress" while watching the Golden Globes Red Carpet. Awesome.

Don't forget to read THIS POST and comment.

Saturday, January 16, 2010


Sorry for not posting in a few days.

Bug has had a fever for about 48 hours. Not a fun time. She has no other symptoms and acts fine most of the time. She has just needed a little more love and attention than normal. I promise to get back to blogging soon.

Until then, what would you like to hear from me? Do you want to know my opinion on vaccinations? Do you want to know my natural hair color? Do you want to know more about my marriage? Do you want to know about the new excerise I'm doing?

What do you want to know about me/my children/my life?

Tell me. I just might blog about it. ;-)

Wednesday, January 13, 2010


1. I don't have enough teeth. I am missing my 12 year molars/second molars and my wisdom teeth {not that that is a bad thing.} Therefore, I only have 24 teeth where normal people have 32 {with their wisdom teeth}. So very true. Weird, huh?

2. I am left handed. If you guessed this one... you win!! I am most definitely NOT left handed. However, I wish I were. I also wish one of my children would be left handed. Being that me nor Ryan are, their odds are pretty slim.

3. I knocked my two front teeth out when I was four. Totally true. I was running to the merry-go-round. To bad I tripped and fell and my teeth broke my fall ON the edge of the merry-go-round. It scarred me for life I think.

4. I was born in Wilson, NC. Yes, I was born in Wilson, NC. My dad and his family are from Wilson. My mom went to college in Wilson. They fell in love. They married. I was produced.

5. I have never broken a bone before. Nope, I have never broken a bone. Praise the Lord.

6. I met Jaime Pressly at a local restaurant. I went a little overboard and listened to her conversation and laughed as if I was in the conversation too. I wonder if it scared her? {I LOVE Jaime.} So true. I relive that moments multiple times a day.

7. Chicken makes me gag. Most of the time I can't eat it. If I do eat it, and I see any imperfection, I throw up in my mouth and refuse to eat the rest of it.

8. I only have one sister, Anna. She is my BFF. Very true. Anna is 5 and 1/2 years younger than me. She is awesome and she is my best friend.

9. I bite my fingernails. I admit that this is my super bad habit.

10. I am now writing a blog for a local newspaper. So true! Be sure to read there too! I am excited!

11. I had braces in high school. I hate to say that this is true. The sad thing? I need them again to be honest.

12. I drive a jeep. Yep, true.

13. I wear my Uggs most of the time. True, and it drives my Mom NUTS.

14. I am a SAHM. Duh!

15. We went to a little antique shop recently. I saw these beautiful books out of the corner of my eye. They were in a set. There were 10 books out of the 12 that were suppose to make a set. The guy sold them to me for a dollar a piece. $10. I paid $10 for them. We came home. Ryan did a little research. The whole set? Worth $250. We found one of the books on eBay for $4. We ordered it. Now, we just have to find the last book and we will have the entire set. SCORE, Hailey!!! True! Cool, huh?

Let's play a little game...

Below is a list of facts about me. All of them are true except one. Can you choose which one?

1. I don't have enough teeth. I am missing my 12 year molars/second molars and my wisdom teeth {not that that is a bad thing.} Therefore, I only have 24 teeth where normal people have 32 {with their wisdom teeth}.

2. I am left handed.

3. I knocked my two front teeth out when I was four.

4. I was born in Wilson, NC.

5. I have never broken a bone before.

6. I met Jaime Pressly at a local restaurant. I went a little overboard and listened to her conversation and laughed as if I was in the conversation too. I wonder if it scared her? {I LOVE Jaime.}

7. Chicken makes me gag.

8. I only have one sister, Anna. She is my BFF.

9. I bite my fingernails.

10. I am now writing a blog for a local newspaper.

11. I had braces in high school.

12. I drive a jeep.

13. I wear my Uggs most of the time.

14. I am a SAHM.

15. We went to a little antique shop recently. I saw these beautiful books out of the corner of my eye. They were in a set. There were 10 books out of the 12 that were suppose to make a set. The guy sold them to me for a dollar a piece. $10. I paid $10 for them. We came home. Ryan did a little research. The whole set? Worth $250. We found one of the books on eBay for $4. We ordered it. Now, we just have to find the last book and we will have the entire set. SCORE, Hailey!!!

So, tell me. Which one do you think is false?

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Being a mama is a hard thing to do.

I was watching Momversations at Heather's website, Dooce.

It was about our worst parenting moments as a mother.

I, like Heather, don't think I can choose just one.

There are many moments I look back on and just laugh. They were totally not funny at the time but they are now.

These are not my proudest moments as a mother but I will share...

- There was the time right after she was born that I told my mom that I was going to throw Caroline in the trash can. It was one of those days that she just wouldn't stop crying and I didn't know what to do. {I wasn't serious so don't think that I was serious}

- There was the time I laid in the middle of the kitchen for 15 minutes crying because Caroline threw a vase full of M&Ms on the floor. M&Ms were everywhere, the vase shattered... along with my self-control.

- There are those nights that I have to wake up to change Emma's diaper and have to give her more bottle to go back to sleep. I am so angry {not with Emma, just with the situation} that all I can do is cuss. Imagine me running into walls, tripping down the stairs, spilling milk all over the kitchen counter, tripping back up the stairs... all while speaking obscenities that do not make any sense at all.

- There are nights when Caroline has extreme tantrums because I have to wash her hair. She will kick and scream. There is always TONS of water on the bathroom floor. I will tell her that I am going to dunk her under if she doesn't stop... that I am going to splash her in the face if she doesn't just lay back and let me wash her freakin' hair.

- There are the times that I have extreme road rage and let dirty words slip. I am not proud but my child knows a few ugly words and has most recently used the word "balls".

- I barked at my child.

- I laugh in nervous situations... like when my children get shots.

What are your not-so-proud moments as a mother? Make me feel better.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Not Me! Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I did not pee my pants a little bit last night during a family tickle fight. My bladder is WAY more controllable than that.

I am not cooking a big pot of chili. I can almost taste it with all of its cheesy yumminess.

I am not upset at our Netflix picks this week. The Green Mile is one of them... which we have watched a hundred million times. It is an excellent movie but there are so many others I want to see. Ryan also picked Old Yeller. Ugh! Like I want to watch that. It's ok though because I most definitely did not add a long list of chick flicks AND a workout video that he is just going to love.

It is not freezing outside. I live in Eastern North Carolina for goodness sake. There is no way it was like 19 degrees this morning.

If it were that cold, Caroline most definitely would not announce that she was "freezing her balls off." I teach my kid better than that.

Emma has not fallen out of the kitchen chair 3 {maybe 4} times since yesterday. She stands up in the chair which leads to the falls. She will learn sometime... hopefully without a concussion being included.

Being a three year old does not mean that you learn how to talk back. It also does not mean that you roll your eyes and move your body as you talk back to your mother. Three year olds aren't suppose to do that. Someone just needs to send that memo to Caroline.

I'm off to stir my chili.

Look for blog posts for the rest of the week. {I will try to post early for you early birds}

Saturday, January 9, 2010


I wanted to remind everyone that there is one more day to vote for Emma. We are just a few votes behind the leader!!


Jamie at The Kubeczka Family is having a great blog design giveaway. Be sure to head over to her blog and enter to win!

Friday, January 8, 2010

Phone conversation.

Phone rings.

Me: "Hello?"

Friend: "Hey. What are you doing?"

Me: "Well, getting Emma dressed. I just got her out of the bath tub. We went out to dinner tonight and just got home. I was on the phone and didn't noticed that Emma had pooped. When I got off of the phone, Ryan asked what was on the back of her pants. We then realized that it was poop. I took her upstairs and put her in the bath. I took the diaper off and laid it on the floor." I continued to go into extreme detail about the poop, the diaper, Emma's diaper rash.

3 or 4 minutes into the conversation, my friend finally says, "Oh. Well, I was just calling to talk." And, I am sure that is exactly the conversation she wanted to have.

My late night phone conversations have changed dramatically.

You might be a mama when...

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Top baby names of 2009.

I am about to admit something that I have never admitted before.

I don't love Emma's name.

Emma Raegan.

Ryan wanted Fiona or Francis. Excuse me while I throw up in my mouth.

I wanted Emerson or Emilyne.

We both loved Lilly but it was just too many L's with our last name.

We decided on Cameryn.

I was doped up on mag and couldn't see my baby yet. Ryan went down to sit with her in the NICU and came back with a weird look on his face. I remember he grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and started writing.

"We have to come up with a name," he said.

"I thought we decided on Cameryn?" I asked.

"She doesn't look like a Cameryn. She isn't a Cameryn."

We were back at the beginning. What now? I knew he didn't like Emilyne because it rhymed with Caroline. I knew he didn't like Emerson because he associated that name with a random strip club in SC that he may or may not have ever been too.

We knew Raegan would be her middle name.

Blank Raegan.

Emilie Raegan. Yep. That was it.

Nope, it wasn't... Ryan wanted to spell it Emily and so we scratched that name off.

Emma Raegan.

"I like it." I said.

That's it then!

No five minutes to think about it.

We decided on Emma Raegan.

Don't get me wrong, it is a beautiful name and she is definitely an Emma. However, the popularity of the name Emma really takes away from the beautiful name. I wish the name wasn't so popular.

I received an e-mail the other day with the top 100 baby names of 2009. Guess where Emma fell?

Numero tres.

Emma Raegan.

I guess that's better than being named after a strip club, having the same name an an ogre or your name meaning "crooked nose". {Cameryn means crooked nose.}

Now that I think about it... that makes me love the name Emma. To be honest, there is no other name I would have rather used. There is nothing like writing a blog post to make you realize that you really do love your kid's name. And that my friends, is reason number 543 that Emma will need therapy when she grows up.

Wednesday night dinner.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Wednesday randoms.

- My children would rather stand in the bathroom and watch me tee-tee than watch Noggin {which is now Nick Jr. by the way but still referred to as Noggin at my house}. They will leave their favorite shows when they hear the bathroom door open.

- I began writing a post about how a quiet house makes me sad. How I wondered what in the world we did before our children were born. Then, my children woke up from their naps and I deleted the post.

- Ryan said to me "You are like an ice cream sundae." Sweet huh? Well listen to the rest... "it's like layer upon layer" referring to my rolls. All I could do was laugh. Who thinks that up? Haha!

- Caroline's sentences are starting to run together... "I need to go lay in my bed I sleepy Mama I need to tee-tee turn the light on Mama I love you Mama Mommy I left my book in der let's go Mama" No periods. She speaks with no periods.

- Technology does not scare me. Most of what I do can be fixed if I mess it up. Computers, cell phones... if I don't know how to use something, I can figure it out. Do you know what scares the hell out of me though? A Playstation 3. I can't figure the stupid thing out. I had a panic attack the other night trying to play Caroline's new Snow White DVD. How hard can it be? Why can't I just put the disk in and the movie start to play? Why must I go through a hundred million options before I can play the DVD? The lights flashed at me... it shot the DVD out a few times. I had to call Carey {who is 12} to talk me through the process. That is sad. That is so so sad. Don't even get me started on turning the stupid thing off. I thought about just unplugging it from the wall. I miss the Wii. Remind me again why we sold it?

- Emma has learned how to climb. She tackled the stairs a while back which was bad enough. Now, she climbs onto everything. I looked the other day and she was on the TV stand dancing. I don't remember Caroline going through this. I'm blaming it on the fact that Ryan is part monkey. I guess the gene just skipped Caroline.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Not Me! Monday.

I can't believe 2009 is over.

2010 is here.

We rang in the new year at home, with our babes. It was a normal night in the Lafone home. We were in bed at 10:30. We just couldn't make it.

Now that it is here, I will probably make some stupid New Year's resolution that I won't keep and I will continue to write 2009 for at least a month.

And now, for the first Not Me! Monday of the year 2010...

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I am not extremely stressed out about what to call our new year. Twenty-ten? Two thousand ten? What the H do we call it?

I did not get carried away and cut most of my hair off AND dye it for the first time in my entire life. It was not way too long... way too black... way too Elvira/Morticia Addams. It was so bad, I started calling Ryan "Fester", Caroline "Wednesday" and Emma "Pugsley". Anyway, it is shorter and lighter now. {Thank goodness!}

Caroline did not informed us on Christmas Eve that Santa was not coming. Why? She said he wasn't coming because it was still Fall. Too bad ole man winter finally decided to show his face. It is freakin' freezing in eastern NC.

Speaking of the cold weather, I did not get in my car this morning to find that an old Coke {in the glass bottle} was frozen solid. It's bitter cold, I tell you.

We have not reached a new milestone in our house. Caroline and Emma are not playing extremely well together... most of the time. It is kind of nice. They entertain one another.

I am not declaring the Leap Frog Tag Jr. the coolest gadget ever. Caroline LOVES it. Santa only brought two books but Caroline has read those books over and over and over again. It is super cool because parents hook it up to their computer to see what their child has accomplished/learned. We love it and I can not recommend it enough.

I did not only take about 4 pictures over the Christmas holiday. We forgot to even take a picture of what Santa brought. I am a mother that is on top of things like that. I would NEVER let Christmas pass us by without taking a single picture. Santa {Mom&Dad} bought my new 50mm lens and lots of other camera goodies. Santa {Ryan} bought me Adobe Photoshop CS4. Did you know that if you are a student, you can get AMAZING deals on software? Who knew?

I am not super excited about The Bachelor starting tonight! And how about Desperate Housewives and Brothers & Sisters last night?! SO GOOD!

I do not have more posts coming... promise. I am getting back into the swing of things. I just needed a little break.