Took the girls to Breakfast with Santa over the weekend at C's school. Breakfast consisted of bagel thins and cupcakes (?). I was the cool mom and let my kids shove their faces with cupcakes. Here's E showing you how it's done. Good girl.
get it in there girl!
C's showing off her first Christmas book from the Pinterest pin I talked about HERE. She's really enjoyed doing this most every night. And I keep finding inexpensive books to add to the collection.
Barbie celebrates Christmas wth the Pop Star or similar lame title
We usually make a big Sunday dinner for the four of us. Spend time grocery shopping, making a roast or lasagna or something special. This weekend we were all exhausted and just phoned it in with a rotisserie chicken, which I love btw. I found a recipe for roasted potatoes on Pinterest. They were amah-zing.
My house was SO freezing cold last night that I couldn't fall asleep. I kept trying to snuggle up to the husband but he wasn't even as warm and fuzzy as he usually is! I finally got out of bed at like midnight to find a pair of sweatpants, socks and a friggin hoodie that I zipped up and covered my head with. Can you say "time to turn up the thermostat!?"
I went crazy for several minutes this morning and signed up for a diet bet via Courtney from Journey of a Dreamer. $20, 4 weeks, 4% body weight loss. Over $6,000 is in the pot and EVERYone that reaches their goals split it. Cool idea. The thing is. I had to get on a scale and weigh myself for the first time since over the summer. Another 7 lbs have crept on and I'm now officially heavier than I've ever been in my whole entire life. It's really, really depressing. I need to get a handle on it. I know what I need to do, I just haven't wanted to do it. My friend Casey says "You don't have to want to do it. Just do it. " that's hard for me to grasp bc I'm in a field where I'm encouraging people to do what feels good all the time. It feels, weird, to do something that doesn't feel right. I'm a therapist and I could go on and on analyzing myself so ill spare you the details. But I need to figure this shit out.
I walked in the treadmill for an hour tonight while watching tv. That's a start.
I've been wanting to do a blog solely on my music preferences and more specifically the sense memories that go with them for a long time now. Music is SUPER important and influential in my life. I absolutely DO NOT understand people who are like "I don't really care about music." or even the ones that are like "I like everything...(and then go on to list everyone currently on the top 40)" That doesn't count! I'm a music snob. I said it.
99% of the songs I write about will probably be ones that I heard on the radio the very same day. My memories need to get triggered that way. My first installment was the first song that came on the radio this morning on my way to drop off the girls at school and daycare. I listen to 88.1 and this morning Cat with Emotional Rescue did not dissapoint.
"Black Metallic" by Catherine Wheel, 1994. Take a listen....
Hearing this song immediately makes me look for a pack of marlboro menthols and I haven't smoked (regularly) since before Claire was born. I didn't discover this song for a good 4 years after it was released. A group of friends from Branson got me into them and I will forever be grateful. I want to marry the lead singer and have a million of his babies. This song reminds me of long nights spent under the stars, talking, smoking cigs, laughing, making out, and feeling teenage angst more authentic than "Smells Like Teenage Spirit" could ever embody for me. This song was back when I was in my perfect body, was discovering the power I never knew I had in the world and was learning how to use it. The break from 5:00 that crescendos at 6:05 makes me wanna die.
I posted two versions because I wanted you to see the video, but the second version is the full-length song and that's where you can hear all of the awesomeness that is "Black Metallic".
Welcome to my third installment of Pinterest Made Me Do It. I saw this idea to individually wrap a bunch of Christmas stories and keep them under the tree. One is chosen to read each night and then the kids run off to bed with visions of sugar plums and stuff.
You're 'supposed' to do it with 24 books...but that's just for show offs! I went searching around the house for holiday book and found about eight. To supplement a found a few on www.bomc2.com. That made a total of 12. That's a nice, round number and we'll just have to do it every other night.
On an unrelated and gross note, we woke up to sounds of Eve screaming her face off this morning. Mike went in (I was actually ever so slightly hungover from the whole 4oz margarita I'd had the night before at the STL Blogger dinner). Eve had puked all holy hell up into one full corner of her room. I mean it looked like a crime scene! Poor girl. We popped her in the tub and got her changed in fresh Jammie's and started snuggling downstairs while daddy vacuumed, and sopped and lysoled the mess. She wanted to nurse a lot, which is usually good for an upset tummy but god I hope my milk wasn't still margarita flavored! We colored (with markers) and drank juice and she started feeling better.
After the vomit-thon we headed to Sams to buy a new flat screen Mikes been eyeing. It was really cheap and was Hd and 'smart' and all these things I don't understand. I just know I don't have to give it a love tap every time the volume turns off for no reason. No we 'have to' get HD uVerse and a blu ray player. Mm hmm. Just like I 'have to' redecorate our bathroom. Likely story.
marker comes off really easily with eye makeup remover. just in case you need to know.
In going shopping for Christmas today since I don't have to go into work until noon. I have lots of ideas for Claire, she's into Hello Kitty and Monster High and of course, The Biebs. But I have NO idea what to get for Eve. She has all of Claire's old clothes and old toys and books. She doesn't really 'need' anything. But I have to get her something to open up. I would prefer it not to be small, plastic and in a million parts. Not necessarily for the choking hazard, but because of all the clutter! Too many parts!! Why must they make toys so small?! Have you seen a Polly Pockets shoe??!! It's smaller than a booger! Ridick!
"I shoppin' Mama! I shoppin'!"
Last night I literally got out of bed because I almost forgot to take advantage of a Cyber Monday sale from one of my friends and fellow etsy shop owners, Charlie from The Happy Bakery. I ordered over $100 worth of handmade gourmet cake truffles and saved a boatload of dough (see what I did there?). I'm giving them as gifts this year to Claire's daycare and some of the parental figures in my life. Oh and Mikes getting salted caramel BACON truffles. I said it.
If you haven't been to my etsy shop you probably should. I sell hand painted Christmas ornaments and I can do almost any design under the sun (or the moon if you're nocturnal). Check it out and hit me up Fleur de Liz Designs
Personalized handpainted HOME ornament with family surname, house number, etc $7 each or 4 for $25
Round ornament with almost any custom design you can come up with! $9 each or 3 for $25
We had a lovely Tgiving. Full of family, poopy diapers, cornbread stuffing and turkey cookie decorating contests. We decided to come home early on Friday because Eve gave us a hard time sleeping. She woke up screaming bloody murder so we tried putting her in the bed with us to console her. That wasn't the grandest of ideas. She kept banging her big, hard head on the wall and then whispering "Ow". She wanted to nurse all night (yes I nurse my almost 2 year old) I'm not one of those moms that can fall asleep while a human is sucking on my nips, it's a wee bit distracting. I can't even fall asleep if a lights on in another room so you can understand why I was discouraging the overnight Breastfeeding bonanza. I fell asleep on my tummy thus denying my babe her precious 'mommy milk' (that's what she calls it) only to be tickled awake by Eve grazing my back with her chin trying to find my boob in the dark after lifting up the back of my shirt! It would have been hilare if I weren't so flipping tired! At one point she politely tapped me on the shoulder to say "Mama, are you seepin'? Are you seepin'?!" Thanks God she's cute or we would have taken her back by now. I kid!
We did get our Christmas tree up a good two weeks earlier than normal. Look at its prettiness won't you?
