SHOES!!!

So I might have a slight shoe obsession! I am totally pushing that shoe obsession on the little lady but I can't help it! She so does not need both of these, but how could I decide..they are so cute! Any help?

Enjoy every morsel

clearly not getting what she needs
Hey where did they all go?
Yum I have all I need, right here!
Eating off the grass just isn't fast enough!
These pics are super old but I didn't have any lovely pics of me cramming my face full of food or I would have posted it.

Remember the old saying, "Enjoy every morsel of food" or wait maybe it was "Chew at least 15 times with every bite" nah it was "Lose weight by slowing down, enjoying every morsel, and chew 15 bites with each scoop". Okay fine I am making it all up, but I know there is somewhere out there that says eating slow and enjoying your food is so much better for you.

I used to consider myself a easy going moderate to slow eater. I would have to admit that now I am a speed that food might just run away kind of eater. This of course is not by choice, I feel I have adapted to the need to speed eat. Let me explain...

a. When you first have a kid you speed up the eating process because, let's be honest you become a milk factory and as soon as you are finally finished feeding its time to start it all over again.

b. Then the kid is big enough to eat solid foods (yay, relief for the jugs) and every bite takes an extremely long time, including the time you spend scooping up everything that keeps falling out. Plus you never want to chance eating at the same time for fear of accidentally scooping the wrong goods into your mouth (although baby food peaches are delicious). By the time you are done with the babe you just want to get the food thing over with.

c. The kid is big enough to feed himself and you fall into the "danger zone". I can't even count how many times chunks of food have pelted me in the face, or that sweet slobbery chunk that just landed in your perfectly slobber free plate. Speed eating becomes a necessity.

d. Your food becomes his food. You always want what you can't have and your food looks SO much better then the same food they have. One bite for you one for him. It becomes quite the battle on who can finish the bite first.

e. The house won't clean itself. Let's be honest, who has the time to really sit down and enjoy their food? You are a mom, there are things to be done and taking the time to fix and actually enjoy the meal is out of the question. I am lucky to get a meal, double lucky if its warm when its supposed to be warm.

Meal time is always an adventure, and quite honestly I love it. Although they are fast they have also been some of the best moments with my kids. I just know I will never end up on an infomercial for losing weight by enjoying every morsel and taking 15 bites with each scoop.

Maybe we should just start eating out....HA! more on this later...

Black eye beauty

peek-a-boo

airplane

doggy
stylist
The second day of our sweet black eyed beauty. She is getting quite impossible to take pics of because she wants to move and groove. My favorite pics are the ones she isn't posing and being her sweet self full of curiosity and spunk. These pics are exactly how I want to remember her and her sweet little personality.

I can't win I finally get the image size thing down and now they look grainy...Kristin if you are reading this do you normally do 72dpi for web? Any help would be appreciated since they are for sure not grainy in full size.

Puddles of happiness

she is diving for me trying to look at her pic...its blurry but I love it!
she is loving her tongue lately

Her poor eye and sweet cheese beneath the binks
Since my pics don't make the cut to end up on V-Ville I will post them here...for me :)

(below was my post for V-Ville which explains the title and pics:))
I have to admit I was filled with glee when I woke to the sound of rain and thunder. I love the rain, so do the little ones. We spent most of the morning snuggling, playing, and laughing in our bed. Then as I was attempting to take a 1/2 decent picture of the little lady and her beat up eye I decided nothing brings happiness more then splashing in puddles of rain, so out we went and happiness we did.


I can't stand the pics posting here at blogger...or maybe it is just user error but it blows!

Morning snuggs

not a sleeping pic but one I love. The lil man leading the lil lady and telling her all about where he is taking her...so cute!


I absolutely don't advocate co-sleeping. I'll definitely admit when my babies were newborn babies there were many nights of me totally passed out with babies hook straight up to my once plump milk sacks. I know it wasn't the smartest or brightest idea but man, I was bushed.

My man friend and I decided before we even had kids that kids sleeping in our bed was a no deal kind of set up. I'm glad we set the ground rules even though they have been broken more times then I'd like to count. Broken not because we wanted to pull the little guy in or even that he woke up crying and we didn't want to lose sleep. We have what we like to call a sleep ninja. He sneaks into our bed and we don't find out until the morning of, or we end up with swift swipe of his ninja feet to face style goodness. We always ask the ninja why he came in and he always warms the cochleas of our heart with some sweet excuse as to why he needed to come snuggle.

Back on the point of this post. This morning was a super fantastic morning. I woke up to the sound of rain and thunder (something about rain, I love it! Fresh, clean, new beginning) my little man asleep with his arm wrapped gently around my neck. Lil sis was up and talking so I brought her in and we made a lil sis snuggle sand which. We snuggled, laughed and played. I am hard pressed to find something more fantastic then that.

Morning snuggle sessions are truly the best! Is it just me or is there something about the bed that makes kids come alive.

Beyond

I'm not sure if there really is such a thing as beyond sad but I know I am feeling like there is. I was hoping there would be some special rule of the universe that you aren't allowed any bad news when your traveling down the crimson highway, but alas my hope was crushed yesterday. To top it all off it was crushed in front of other people, meaning my stab wound just got twisted, grinded, and much much deeper.

After months of late nights, exhausted legs, cursing cars(the movie), and more stress then you can imagine the results are in. I didn't pass my RPM assessment. For all the plethora of readers that hit up my fantastic blog, remember this? The results were, you need some work before you can become a certified instructor. I'm crushed, bummed, and beyond sad. I need to improve on what they said and get it passed off from my GGX, then I can officially be an RPM instructor.

Last night I wallowed in my sorrow, hit up Cafe Rio and gorged myself on cherry nips, while watching the movie Losers (wow that's fitting). This morning I woke my beyond sad booty up and practiced, AGAIN.

Sorry I was really hoping to keep my next few posts on the more positive side, but then life happened.

Carpet where?

Growing up we had a carpeted kitchen. Not the sweet shag kind, that would be brutal! It was a flat weaved kind that pretty much doubled as a massive rug. It had every color of the rainbow and then some, total sweetness. All growing up I thought who on earth would ever, ever put carpet in a kitchen. Even after I've moved on with my life and house shopped myself whenever we would see a house with carpeted kitchen I would turn my nose up in disgust thinking, who on earth would ever want carpet in a kitchen?

I am lucky enough to have a home with lovely wood floors throughout my kitchen and down my hall. This morning at 10:00am as I was sweeping my floor for the second time in one day I had a shocking thought. I honestly said to myself, " having carpet in a kitchen might be nice" eek! I'm not sure what it is about sweeping but vacuuming just seems SO much easier. Maybe its because it does all the work for you, or that I can count it as calorie burning (for real, its on there for physical activity) but it just doesn't seem as brutal as taking the broom out AGAIN.

If we ever build again (not likely) I would actually entertain the thought of possibly putting carpet in the kitchen. I'm sure we will be so advanced by then if I ever spilled liquid it would either clean itself or I could just cut out the wet spot, spray it with the hose, bring it back in and have it mend itself...oh baby! Until then the sweeping will continue...woot woot!

Note to self: having a one year old that likes to LAUNCH her food everywhere doesn't help my sweeping revolt. Babies are fantastic!

Sometimes I wonder?

what happened to this sweet little guy? Ha he learned to talk :)

Sometimes I wonder? Quite honestly wondering might not be the healthiest thing, for me that is. Seems as if wondering brings more of a negative following then a positive one. I absolutely dream of the day when I can call myself a positive Polly but the truth is I'm more of a negative Nelly...sad but true!

I'm sure if we had a time square like in the olden days where the bad people would stand in the middle and the townsfolk would have rocks to throw at you, or you would wear that sweet scarlet letter telling everyone what a horrible person you are...I would fit that for what I'm about to say! But hey I'm all about being honest.

Sometimes in many moments during some days I wonder exactly why am I a mother? I know, I know slap on my scarlet letter!

Its not that I don't absolutely LOVE being a mother its more when I hear at least 15 times a day what a "meanie" "rudie" "worstis" I am I begin to wonder why exactly am I a mother? Little dude is a good kid but man he is going through a tough spout right now. Anything I do that doesn't follow his every wish I turn into the "worstis, meaniest, rudest mama ever" I try not to let a 5 year old rub on me but let's be honest, it does.

In my defense I've started telling him to go find another sweet mama that let's him do whatever he wants and also let's him eat candy all day every day, oh and beat on his helpless sister. One of these days he might just take me up on it. I'll admit its not the best response but man until they start coming with personal "how to do" manuals I'm at a loss.

I am now trying the tactical approach of "use your words". It seems to be working so far but it makes me feel like a mom that's gone to loon town because she is so overwhelmed with her life, which I'm not. But honestly the fake smile and happy upbeat voice I use when saying "use your words little man and let's try not using the word meanie, rudie, or worsetest" I absolutely know I look the part.

Kids are awesome and I really love being a mom, I sure hope I'm not the only one that feels this way from time to time. Here's hoping that using our words works for everyone.