Monday, February 28, 2011

Photo editing is a mystery to me.

Kim at Pearlie Pink posted a little tutorial on achieving her signature photo effect using Picnick. I gave it a try and love the results!

pearlie pink effect

pearlie pink effect

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Embrace the Camera: Spring preview

The kids and I took advantage of the perfect weather last week, and spent a lot of time playig outside. I'm ready for that grass to get soft and green again!



Bare baby legs.


Socks and long pants are back today, but this weekend provided lots of time to admire chubby little baby legs and tiny tootsies!

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Going to the chapel.

One of my bestest buddies is getting married this summer! I've had wedding on the brain since Becky asked me to be her maid-of-honor, and Elliot to be her ring bearer! We really kicked off the beginning of wedding preparations this Saturday with a trip to the dress shop to find her wedding gown and the bridesmaids' dresses. She found "the one" on about the fourth try, and made her mama cry when I put her in the matching veil. The bridesmaids had good luck also and we quickly found a favorite style amongst all of our choices. Curses to Becky and her adoration of bright colors though! This pasty white lady is going to have to hit the tanning bed for the first time in 8 years to be able to pull off a dress of tangerine orange! It was so much fun to have a super girly day with a sweet bunch of ladies!


Pretty girl! Becky in the runner up dress.

Ms. Bonnie tearing up at seeing her baby girl in her wedding gown!


She really likes glasses. Even ones meant for a potato of the plastic variety.


I'm claiming that the toy basket had a stomach virus and puked everywhere! We need to cull some toys something fierce.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Daddy's Home!


I wish I had photos from Randy's point of view of their excited, happy little faces! Please forgive Sylvie's fashion faux pas of her fat orange diaper hanging out of her little dress.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

I ran away yesterday.

Just for a little while, only a few hours.

Winter and sick kids are about to drive me batty. I feel cooped up, agitated, and on edge. I'm impatient with the kids, and maybe just a tiny bit resentful at times, as ugly as that sounds, but it's the truth. I blow a fuse and loose my cool more often than I'd like to admit. Getting snotty with a 2 1/2 year old because he won't eat or throws a toy just ain't pretty. I told Randy yesterday afternoon that I wanted to get away for a little while, that I needed a break. I'm sure that when he came home and saw Elliot's construction truck toy laying in the yard where I had chunked it confirmed that I needed some space. When a child starts screaming and throwing a toy because it won't do what he wants it to do, I get a little hot under the collar. So after a warning that it was going to go away if he threw it one more time, I followed through. Of course THROWING it out the door into the yard certainly wasn't model behaviour to show a toddler. It was inmature, and I realize that.

So when Randy came in the door after work, I went out the door. After doling out hugs and kisses to everyone of course. I got in my car, channeled my frustration with some appropriate music and drove. Living in the middle of nowhere means that it takes at least 45 minutes or so to get to anywhere that has anything. I headed to Warner Robins, the closest place with craft stores and an Olive Garden. After I unwound myself a bit, I changed the music to something more peaceful and sang along and thought about taking voice lessons just for the heck of it. And I thought about a lot of other more important things, too. I think time alone driving is about the best time ever to just think. It's quiet and you're on auto-pilot (if it's straight country roads that you know well and have very little traffic). The other best time to think is while taking a leisurely shower after the kids are in bed and your other half is on duty if they happen to wake up.

The sun was starting to go down as I drove, and I was treated to a gorgeous sky and sunset.

I hit town at about 6:30 and headed to the bookstore first, because if I'm going to eat alone I have to have something to read.

Hobby Lobby closes at 8 so I headed there first. I'm good until I walk into Hobby Lobby, and then all the organized thoughts of things I want to look at or projects I have in mind just seem to explode in my head. That place is overwhelming. So. much. stuff. It makes me feel a little panicky. I want to look at EVERYTHING. I didn't even make it through a third of the store before they started announcing that the store would be closing so I quickly tossed some vials of glitter into the cart with some other random things and headed to the front.
Garden things. Makes me look even more forward to spring!
Bright summer colors!

The fabric store next door closes at 9 and Olive Garden at 10 so I went fabric shopping next. That store is seriously lacking. One day I'm going to go to an amazing fabric store and swoon amongst the bolts. I managed to find a few things that I liked, but it's sort of disconcerting to be the only customer in the store. I felt like a criminal when I quickly shoved some bolts of fabric that I decided I didn't want back on the rack in totally the wrong spot. Do you ever feel dumb when the person cutting fabric asks you what you're making? I hate trying to give them an explanation. "Uhhh...a stuffed cupcake thing, you know, kinda like a little pillow with a little face, and..." She looked at me like I was a bit odd. Also this paragraph makes me sound like I actually sew regularly. In reality I've had my machine for around 9 years, and have made maybe 5 projects on it. The fabric I bought will likely still be unused 2 years from now. But it's still fun to shop for.

Time to eat! I don't mind eating alone. But I feel really awkward if I don't have something to do while I wait on my food, so I brought my new book along. I ordered parmesan crusted tillapia and it was yummy. I almost ruined it though. I ordered a glass of wine. I've never ever ordered wine before. I've only had a sip or two of wine ever. But I thought, you know, that it would be sophisticated. Here's a mom out by herself, taking a break and eating a nice relaxing meal while reading a novel and sipping a glass of wine. Yeah right. I don't even know what I ordered. I told the guy what food I was planning on ordering and he suggested a wine, and I said yeah bring me that. It was nasty. And then I was embarrased because I didn't want to drink it, but I certainly didn't want to not drink it and leave a full glass of wine sitting on the table. So I choked about a 1/4 of the glass down. I even contemplated pouring some into my water glass so it would look like I had drank more. Just leave enough so it looks like I enjoyed it, but didn't want to have an entire glass since I was alone and had to drive home. But I would have died if someone saw me pouring it into my water glass so I didn't. The tiny bit I drank made my lips feel all buzzy and my cheeks hot, and I am most definitely not sophisticated. I shouldn't even try. I realize that now. And then with all that, I forgot to use my Olive Garden gift card that was in my purse. So sad. I did remember to order Randy something to bring home for his lunch today.

It's a good thing Target closed at 10 or I would have spent some time there, too.

I did a lot more thinking on the way home. Do you see on my little About Me thing where my bio ends up with happy? That's not all that true. At least not for the past half a year or more. Sure I'm happy, but in small bursts and moments, not overall. Yes, there's a little post partum depression thrown in there and I briefly took some meds and they seemed to help get past a bit of ugly. But that's not all it is. My unhappiness does not lie with my husband or my children. They are my sunshine and my diamonds and my sprinkles and all things bright, cheerful, and joyful. My unhappiness lies solely within myself. Things have to change. I've got a heck of a lot of new leaves to turn over.

I was glad to be back home. Back to a quiet house, a neat kitchen with the dishwasher running and clean bottles in the dish drain, children that had been asleep for hours, and a sweet husband that still smelled like soap and shampoo from his shower. I'm much more chilled out today. Randy sent a text from work thanking me for his yummy lunch. And he lectured me about the wine earlier today.

Blast from the Past

It's Embrace the Camera time again, and I don't have a photo of myself again. So this one is from waaaayyyy back in the archives, almost 12 years ago when Randy and I were babies. Let's just say it's in honor of Valentines Day and young love!
It was 1998, we were sixteen years old, and at our first prom with the theme of Midnight in the Oasis. We had been dating for about 4 months at this point, and Randy had already asked me to marry him (while eating lunch together in a mall food court, haha). Of course it was silly and only half-serious, but we followed through 6 years later!


Monday, February 7, 2011


It's naptime.

Oh how I wish the kids' bedrooms were on a second story or way off to the back of the house somewhere! I want to do some mad crafting, or maybe even some mad cleaning! I want to crank the computer speakers up with Pandora tuned in to some rolicking bluegrass. I want to vacuum, use the sewing machine and be noisy! I want the washing machine going, and the dryer too. I want the kitchen aid mixing up a batch of something sweet. I feel like being loud and rearranging furniture and going through closets and turning things upside down.

But it's naptime. So I tip-toe through the house, snatch the phone up fast when it starts ringing, hope that fed-ex doesn't deliver Sylvie's big girl carseat during the next hour, hiss at the dog and cat to hush, and listen to silence.

I've got two little sickies on my hands today. They need a good nap. We'll be at the doctor's office at bedtime because 7:15 was the only appointment time they had left. We've been taking advantage of their late office hours over the past couple months, and I'm tired of it. Come on spring and warmer weather and the end of cold and flu season!

Refused breakfast and all he wants to do is lay on the sofa. Poor fella.

Little Miss Demanding becomes even more demanding when feeling cruddy. Upset because her blanket fell off.

Happy now! Until it falls off again in 5 seconds.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Geeky girl...


is darn cute. Even with a runny nose.


Sylvie at One Year

Sylvie visited the pediatrician yesterday for her one year old well-check and vaccines. She's turning into a little social butterfly and is so friendly to everyone! When the nurse called her name to go back, Sylvie took off across the waiting room and walked straight to her ready to be picked up. She even found herself a boyfriend while we were there! Too bad he's at least twenty years older than she is! A cute little awkward P.A. student was doing his clinical rounds, and gave Sylvie a mini check-up. Sylvie took to him immediately and sat in his lap, stared him down while he listened to her heart and lungs, and then played with his stethescope, giggled at his photo on his name badge, and took all the pens out of his coat pocket while we talked about how she was doing. The nurse that came in later said that the P.A. student was tickled to bits that she took to him so! I love thinking that a little bit of attention from a sweet baby girl can possibly make someone's day or even their week!

Sylvie's stats at one year old:
height - 31.5 inches (98th percentile)
weight - 24 lbs. (89th percentile)
head - BIG! (99th percentile)

Her feet are big, too. She's now in a size 5 shoe.

She has three teeth fully in, two bottoms and her left top. The right top tooth finally cut through a couple days ago and it looks like she's going to have my signature gapped front teeth (braces and bonding mostly corrected mine).

Sylvie has been walking since Christmas Eve when she was just shy of 11 months. She's nearly a pro now!

Her hair is getting so long! We've given her bangs one little trim, and we need to do it again. She won't keep a bow in unless she's really distracted so her hair is always in her eyes.

She has been saying Daddy (Dah-ee) and kitty (kee-kee) since 9 months, and has added juice, cracker, fish (dish), turtle (tuh-tuh), uh-oh, and shoe to her word line-up. She occasionally says Mama, but only when she's upset. She imitates lots of sounds that we make, especially coughing, growling, and blowing noses. She dances, sometimes by bouncing and most recently by waving her arms. She copycats Elliot on loads of stuff! Especially the bad things like hitting and throwing toys when he's mad.

She is FEISTY. She falls down screaming and slings herself backwards smacking the floor when she gets really mad. She hates diaper changes and being dressed. She is a biter and a slapper, mostly towards her brother. Those kids are majorly rough on each other!

She eats really well, and we've been done with baby food for a couple months. She gets excited about bananas. We've been transitioning her to whole milk, and are nearly done with the last can of formula!

She's really a funny kid, endlessly entertaining! She plays awesome by herself and her current favorite thing to do is climb into Elliot's toddler bed and play with his blankets and stuffed animals until she gets bored and needs to be helped down. Her favorite toy is her stuffed Piglet. He is her special lovey that she sleeps with and snuggles when she's tired or upset. She also likes to shove him in our faces so we'll give him kisses. She is majorly huggy and kissy, and I absolutely adore it!


We were in the circus exam room.

Sylvie on "stage".


Creepy trapeze lady.

Spinning the doctor's stool always proves to be entertaining.

Grumpy kids, tired mom.

Yesterday was one of those days where I felt ready to go to bed at 7. Grumpy kids can really wear you down! I took a few moments amongst the crying and tantrums to snap a couple photos of a run-down Mama and her two little grumps.

Sylvie is a kissy baby, but she just laughed in my face at this particular request of "Give Mama kissies!"

The Cars obsession hit at our house just a couple weeks ago. Randy further fueled it by bringing home "Light-en Teen" and Mack. I think that little racecar has slept with Elliot every night since.