Sunday, July 10, 2011

just call me...

a tumblr, because that's where you'll find me.

"See you later, Sweet Potato. Adios Cinnamon Toast. Hasta Luego Rutabaga. Now it’s time for me to go."

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Mealtime woes.

Mealtimes have never been easy for us, but lately they've been incredibly difficult. If K4 isn't spitting food out, he's swatting the spoon sending food flying. Needless to say my patience is running thin & it usually ends with both of us in tears & food everywhere. It started to get even more stressful after we saw our pediatrician for our 1-year checkup. Apparently k4 hadn't gained any weight since his last appointment, instead he lost a pound and our pediatrician was less than impressed. She said she was giving us 3 months to put weight on him or else she was going to start poking and prodding, thus intensifying the mealtime stress.

To say this hurt my mommy ego is an understatement, it pretty much killed it. Saying my kid is underweight, is telling me he is under loved. I realize this sounds ridiculous, but I am my mother's child and if you've ever met my mom chances are she's fed you. A.LOT. And that's how she shows love. As a result, I can't help but equate food with love.

I needed help. So, I did what any mom would do…I took to facebook & got some helpful tips & words of encouragement, but most importantly I got assurance that stressful mealtimes happen not only at my dinner table.

We tried everything. Finger foods, own utensils, lots of cheering…you name it chances are we tried it, but it took my sister-in-law to pin point the exact reason why mealtimes were so stressful for us. And it boiled down to mess. Sticky mess. I couldn't stand it. I hated it. And she told me to…GET OVER IT.



So I did & now mealtimes are less stressful. Messy, but far less stressful. BEST.ADVICE.EVER.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Scrapper.

I claim that my hobby is scrapbooking, but for it to actually be a hobby would mean that I have to do it, & I don’t. I mean if you were to look in the office and see the stacks of paper, the bins of stickers, & the cup of different scissors you might just believe that I do some serious scrapping there, I even own my own paper cutter. But here’s the thing, even though I love of scrapbooking, I also love sleep. I also am a fan of mindless activity ie. facebook & the jersey shore. So, the truth of the matter is, when it comes down to actually doing my claimed hobby or watching jersey shore, snookie wins EVERY.TIME.

Now, I ‘m not one to make new years resolutions, it’s like failing before I even start, but this year I made an exception. This year I resolve not only to finish up the projects I started, but to also spend less time on mindless activity.

First project up…My Belly Book aka my pregnancy journal. The first thing I got when I found out I was pregnant was a pregnancy journal, except I wasn’t consistent filling it out & hate my handwriting, so I decided to make my own scrapbook style. I had been curious about digital scrapbooking, so I thought my belly book would be a great opportunity to try it.

I’ve tried it & after this project is done, I think I’m done. I like to feel my paper, hear the sound the scissors make when I’m cutting, find & pick the perfect embellishments. I like to glue things & arrange things. The act of scrapbooking is almost meditative for me and it’s what makes me happy. Sitting in front of a computer screen does not. So maybe, digital scrapbooking is not for me.

On the positive side digital scrapbooking is much cheaper & there is no mess to clean up. But the biggest pro about scrapping digitally is that it allows me to multitask.

Here are some pages I created while not only watching the drunk shenanigans on the shore, but also rocking my kid to sleep, updating my facebook status, & doing some online banking...







Thursday, September 30, 2010

California vs. Louisiana

I’m beyond tired. I’m exhausted.

And that’s the reason why it’s been 6 months since my last post. If it came down to updating my blog or sleep, sleep wins. If it came down to mindlessly facebook stalking or posting an update, stalking wins.

Stalking & sleep aside, I break this 6 month hiatus to share some news and though most of you already know this, blogging is therapeutic for me…

We’re going home.

Home like Louisiana, home. Ruston home. Sloppy roast beef home. Collard greens & ham hock home. Sweet tea home. Conservative home. Republican home. Bible belt home. Steel truck nuts home.

We’re trading in the 8 lanes of the 405 for the 2 lanes of the 20. Trading in the billboards that offer a size 0 waist and flawless skin to billboards offering to save our souls. We’re trading in near perfect weather for 98% humidity. We’re trading in the cement for lush greenery, the beaches for the lakes, the California crazy for the Louisiana crazy. We’re trading in 50 grocery stores for Walmart.

And we’re actually okay with this. Excited even. Don’t get me wrong there were reasons why we left Louisiana, but after discussing it in great detail & even making a pro/con list the pros outweighed the cons.

And when we filtered out the nonsense of our pro/con list…one thing was clear: In Louisiana we would be able to provide more opportunities for our family without sacrificing our individual needs, dreams or happiness.

So the decision is made and the coordination of logistics has begun. We’re coming home, but as different people with different priorities than when we left 4 years ago. Not to mention our twosome is now a three. We have no regrets or feelings of defeat. We’re grateful & happy and looking forward to what our future holds as a family and individually.

So, that’s our news.

BUT, we aren’t closing this chapter on California just yet. Over the next handful of months we have left here we plan on soaking in as much California as we can & hug the necks of the people we will miss the most.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Thursday, April 8, 2010

father nose best.

title credit to the father.

Saturday, April 3, 2010