Friday, July 26, 2013

If My Life Was Like My Pinterest Boards

If my life was like my Pinterest boards, I'd cook creative, healthy meals for my family every day of the week using all organic ingredients. But, my life is not like my Pinterest boards, which is why I microwaved some tamales from HEB last night and poured Hormel chili over them.

If my life was like my Pinterest boards, my pantry would have organized, labeled tubs that said things like "Flour" and "Sugar" and "Seasonings" in beautiful fonts. But, my life is not like my Pinterest boards, which is why I cram stuff onto those shelves and pray that it doesn't come tumbling down. And stuff usually does.

If my life was like my Pinterest boards, my daughter would have a variety of meals each week to choose from that are healthy and introduce every major food group. But, my life is not like my Pinterest boards, mainly because Ellie's likes and dislikes vary  with every hour of the day. She liked grapes at lunch time, but 2 hours later, grapes are horrendous and offensive to her. Yesterday she ate black beans like it was the first meal she's ever had in her life. But today? Black beans? What is this monstrosity? Pretty sure she'd have the same 6 foods on repeat every day of her life if I'd let her. Sometimes, I let her.

If my life was like my Pinterest boards, I'd be wearing cute clothes every day with the perfect accessories and doing my hair in cute styles based on the tutorials I've been watching. But, my life is not like my Pinterest boards, which is why my hair has been in a non-styled pony tail every day this week and I've worn the same bracelets every day this week. And Wednesday I never got out of my pajamas, so there's that.

If my life was like my Pinterest boards, I'd be doing butt and leg workouts on my living room floor and using soup cans to do arm curls. I'd do 50 jumping jacks as soon as I got out of bed. But, my life is not like my Pinterest boards, which is why I consider walking to the mailbox enough of a workout. (Side Note: It's 100 degrees here, y'all. It just ain't happening.)

If my life was like my Pinterest boards, I'd have cute date nights with my husband and have cute ideas for stuff to do even if our date nights are at home. But, my life is not like my Pinterest boards, which is why we put Ellie to bed and then sit on the couch and play each other in Scramble with Friends on our iPhones while we watch Jimmy Fallon.

If my life was like my Pinterest boards, I'd make my own shampoo and conditioner to save money and even mix my own household cleaners that are free of toxins. But, my life is not like my Pinterest boards, which is why I ran out of shampoo the other day and got out of the shower sopping wet and dug a tiny hotel shampoo (probably from the year 2009) out of a drawer. And I caught Ellie holding a bottle of Pledge the other day. Don't worry, she didn't put her mouth on it. At least I don't think so.

If my life was like my Pinterest boards, my house would be well decorated with tons of DIY crafts and beautiful fabrics. But, my life is not like my Pinterest boards, which is why my dining room still has white carpet with white walls and white seat cushions and my dining room table has nothing on it. Nothing. It's just a bare table. That is all.

The thing is, I would love it if my life looked like the beautiful pictures that I see on Pinterest. I'd be thin, I'd love running, my home would be filled with organized closets and organic meals. I'd have an upholstered headboard complete with lamps from a garage sale that I refurbished. Ellie would be stimulated spiritually, physically, and educationally. I'd have chevron everywhere and something homemade in every room.

But y'all. All that beauty just isn't where my skill sets lie.

I can't DIY. But I'd like for someone to DIFM (Do It For Me) and I'll even pay you in Diet Cokes and frozen dinners.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

The Precious

Here it is, in all of its glory.


The Dyson Animal. 

And y'all, the post I typed below... that's exactly how that went down. I was just sitting and blogging and being dramatic about the dog hair situation and Grant walked in holding it over his head like Simba. And my jaw dropped and I ran and hugged him and kissed him 18 times.

You never feel more like an adult than when you find yourself getting nearly to the point of tears over an EVER LOVING VACUUM CLEANER.

The thing is, we can't afford this thing. It's a pretty penny. Well, it's a multitude of pretty pennies. I kept saying "I can't believe you did this" over and over again. I mean really. We are budget conscious right now so this was a huge shock. At one point I said to him "Well, this will be my birthday present, too." He blankly stared at me and said "I am not getting you a vacuum cleaner for your birthday." Smart man. 

We sat together on the couch and assembled all the pieces. I wanted to use it immediately so badly but Ellie was taking a nap and while I was eager to try this new little addition to our family, I wasn't so eager as to wake up the sleeping beauty.

My friend Erica posted on Facebook that the first time they used their Dyson Animal, she was appalled at the result and that I should be prepared to be grossed out at the filth we had been living in.

Y'all.

Why have any of you been friends with us?

How as CPS not come to take our baby away?

Seriously. It is SO gross. GROSS. And it's not just the dog hair. I just can't even. It's horrifying.

That being said, I've vacuumed more in the last 36 hours than I have in all of 2013. I am a vacuuming machine. It's a little frustrating as Ellie wants to be a part of the vacuuming experience by chasing after me and grabbing the cord and nearly getting her precious fingers in the way but I am making it happen.

This thing is powerful. It sucks. And I mean that it the very best way.

May this be a declaration that I am not going to let us live in this filth any longer. 

Now, the clean, dry clothes that have lived in the dryer since Monday evening.... that's another story. Folding and putting away clothes is my kryptonite. My plan is to keep ignoring it for the time being.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

The Floors

Vacuum.

Y'all. The dog hair in my house is about to be the end of me. THE END OF ME, I TELL YOU. It's everywhere. It's all over our clothes. All over the furniture. All over Ellie. She crawls around everywhere but she crawls on her belly which means her little shirts and dresses double as her own personal Swiffer. UGH. I love our dog but I do not love his millions of hairs.

I did a Facebook poll recently to ask people about vacuums. The vast majority told me to get a Dyson Animal. This sounds like a great idea. But, um, hi, I have a hard time shelling out that kind of cash for a vacuum cleaner. I know, I know. I'm sure if I bought it I would be singing it's praises for years to come. And maybe if it really helped our dog hair situation it would be absolutely worth it. All I know is that today I used our Eureka vacuum that is on its last leg and has pieces falling off of it and after a few minutes of using it I said "OH, JUST FORGET IT" very dramatically and unplugged it and put it in the closet and slammed the door.

I'm so calm and cool and collected.

NEVER MIND HOLY CRAP GRANT JUST WALKED IN HERE WITH A DYSON ANIMAL I GOTTA GO BYE.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

The Little Prince

Y'all know I love me some royals. 

I mapped out the wedding itinerary weeks ahead of time and was up at 4:30am watching Kate Middleton become the Duchess of Cambridge.

I don't know why I care so much. Maybe it's because I had a crush on William in middle school. His picture from YM Magazine was taped to my bathroom mirror. Maybe it's because I find Kate to be so poised and lovely and she has handled all this craziness with such grace. 

Maybe it's because her hair is always completely flawless.

I don't know.

All I know is that for the last 10 days or so, every morning I would wake up when Ellie started fussing and before I went to get her out of her crib, I'd lay in bed and check the news sites on my iPhone to see if Kate was in labor.

Yes, I let my baby cry while I surfed the internet to see if a chick in London that I don't know might be experiencing contractions. My priorities are spot on.

 Monday morning I woke up to the news that she was in labor. And I seriously thought "Oh, thank goodness. Natalie from the Today Show has seemed bored out of her mind over there. Now she can finally go home."

Again, I've got a great handle on priorities in my life. 

After that, I was glued to the live feed of the hospital door. And then they announced that the baby had been born, and a boy at that! A tiny little 8 pound prince. A little prince who will be King of England. A roar went out among the crowd outside the hospital. I started laughing, thinking what it must be like to be in your hospital room holding your tiny little baby and hear hundreds of people cheering outside your hospital window! 

They haven't named him yet. I'm hoping it's Philip or George. William's full name is William Arthur Philip Louis so I'm pretty sure there's a chance that this new little prince could have one of my 2 picks somewhere in his four names!

Today I spent an embarrassing amount of time watching the live feeds again waiting for those hospital doors to open. And then they emerged!


Let's have a moment.

First of all - precious.

Second of all - the polka dot dress is a lovely choice. Pretty sure she chose it as an homage to Princess Diana who also wore polka dots when she stood on those same steps holding Prince William.

But let's get down to business. Let's talk about the most important thing. HER HAIR. Y'all. I know she had a stylist come to the hospital to fix her hair but really. YESTERDAY this chick was in labor for about 10 hours and then delivered that EIGHT POUND child naturally. And I'm sure right now she's sore and still bleeding and wearing all levels of pads and spanks under that lightweight little dress she's wearing. 

Let's take a moment and look at Puffy McPuffyFace as she left the hospital with her daughter.


So swollen. So puffy. 

I'm just glad that as we put that baby in the car the only person taking my picture was my husband and it wasn't broadcast to the entire world. 

For the love.

Friday, July 19, 2013

Ellie's First Birthday Party

Y'all.

Our Ellie Paige is ONE.

How do we have a one year old? I do not know. But somehow, according to the calendar, she is 12 months. This year has been amazing and funny and scary and tiring and worth it. So very worth it.

We had a small, family party at my parents' house for Ellie's first birthday. We grilled burgers and hot dogs. Grant said a prayer thanking the Lord for Ellie Paige, and then the party commenced! It was so fun to have everyone together under one roof. Ellie seemed a little overwhelmed at first, but all of a sudden her little personality couldn't help but shine through. 

Plus, she loves presents. She's not ashamed to admit that.

We were so thankful for the guests from out of town that traveled such a long way to celebrate our girl. The theme was butterflies!

The cutest banner from Etsy:



My mom found these precious butterflies at Garden Ridge:


 The goody bags for her cousins:









 Her special birthday dress. (Also an Etsy purchase!)







Getting her new car from Grammy & Pops, while her cousins Scarlett and Juliet share in her excitement.


 I think she was pretty pleased!

The cake was made by Virginia's Cakes! Marble cake with a butter cream frosting. My fave! Virginia also made our wedding cake. Full circle moment.


 The girl and her daddy.


 Time for cake!!


Oh my goodness. She was oh-so-very confused while all her people sang "Happy Birthday" to her. She stared at us with the funniest face. I couldn't stop laughing.




 Not sure.

"Okay.... this is pretty good!"





 After cake, the birthday girl took herself a birthday nap upstairs while the rest of the party took themselves outside. The kids swam and played on the swing set while the adults sat around and visited. 

It really was so wonderful. We are so thankful for how our friends and family love our sweet girl. 

On to the toddler years!

Monday, June 24, 2013

A Day in the Life

This morning, at 6:20am, my eyes popped open. Ellie was fussing. I checked the video monitor and saw her thrashing around, frantically trying to find her pacifier. Sometimes if I give her a minute or two she finds it on her own. I watched her get more and more angry. Since she normally doesn't wake up till around 7am, I decided to get up and help her since I didn't want her to get so worked up that she was awake for good.

I stumble into her room, in the dark, and start helping her with the search. I check the corners, under the blanket, under her little legs.... I can't find it. She's now reaching for me. Getting more and more angry. I power walk to the living room, dig one out of her diaper bag, run back into her room, hand it to her, and run out. Thankfully, she immediately went back to sleep. I did too.

She woke up again at 8:11am. HAPPINESS. She never sleeps past eight, but I was just thrilled. I nearly skipped into her room and told her that mommy was so thankful. She clapped and we sang a little song about how nice it is to sleep as I changed her diaper. As we headed out to the kitchen, we stopped by the light switch which she turned off for me.

Into the high chair she goes.... along with a handful of Cheerios for her to munch on while I figure out what we're going to have for breakfast. I desperately need to go to the grocery store. She had fruit with oatmeal and some pieces of a cereal bar. Then we snuggled on the couch while she had her morning bottle and I watched The Today Show as usual.

She played with all her toys on the floor and bugged her daddy while he was trying to work. She crawls down to his office dozens of times a day and bangs on his window. It's so funny that when she sees me coming to pull her away from his office door, she crawls away from me really fast. Such a silly girl.

She lays down for her morning nap, while I make my coffee and sit down to do my Bible study, read emails, and check the daily sales. To be honest, 98% of the time I never buy anything, I just love to look and see what's available.

Ellie wakes up and starts playing again. I turn on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse while I brush my teeth and put normal people clothes on. I walk out into the living room and don't see her. I find her in the kitchen. She has dumped Moxie's bowl of water all over herself. She finds this to be hilarious. We go into the nursery and change her diaper and her pajamas and put her into a little onesie and some capri leggings. I put a bow in her hair and put her shoes on while I talk to Aunt Jaclyn on the phone.

Then it's into the car so we can head to the grocery store. She starts to fuss. I keep a pile of newspaper ads from grocery stores in the front seat of my car for such a time as this. If Ellie is fussing in the car, all I have to do is hand her a sheet of paper. She loves paper. She giggles and crinkles it and tears it. I talked to her Baba (Grant's mom) on the way to the grocery store about their travel plans for Ellie's upcoming 1st birthday party which is in less than a month!

We get to the grocery store. I'm so thankful for my HEB who has "Parent with Child" parking spaces. So nice and convenient. She loves to sit in the cart and point at people and things as we go through the store. I have to hand her little trinkets from my bag to entertain her while we shop. Mama's keys... Mama's wallet, a rattle... when she's done with each item she throws it onto the ground. Such a helpful girl. People stop me in the store and tell me how BIG she is! And then they ask me how old she is and I say "next month she will be 1" and then they say "Oh, so she's not big.. she's SMALL!" Which is so very true. She is so small.

We load up in the car and I'm sweating and I look at the clock and I realize we are way past her lunch time. I get home as fast as I can, passing her yogurt drops at stoplights to keep her from melting down entirely. I get her in the house and rush to get all the other groceries in while I am simultaneously trying to put lunch in front of her.

For lunch she has 2 chicken nuggets, bananas, and blueberries. We top it off with a bottle and after a few minutes of playing my sleepy girl is ready for her afternoon nap.

I know that as a mom, I should use the afternoon nap to get things done around the house. I don't. I use the afternoon nap to sit my booty on the couch and veg out. I know this isn't the best use of my time, but I can eat my lunch and drink a Diet Coke and surf Facebook and it is glorious!

Little Miss wakes up and I chase her around the house. We read a few books. She does lots of crawling. I gave her a small bottle of Whole Milk this afternoon. It was her first time to taste whole milk. She finished it, but she kept taking the bottle out of her mouth, staring at it, and then putting it back in. "Something's different.... but okay. I'll take it."

She pulls up on the storage ottoman several times to dig out her toys. I'm so proud of her for how strong she is getting. She is just now really starting to pull up which is encouraging since I thought for sure it would never happen. She's on her own schedule :) She pooped. I changed her diaper. She pooped again. Always a pleasure.

I load her into the stroller, complete with her sun hat, and we embark on a little walk. We walk to the park and she has a blast on the swings. Then we got super adventurous and the 2 of us went down the slide together. Four times. Yes, I dragged my fat butt up the stairs and put her on my lap and we went down the slide together. Four times. She had a blast. I was out of breath.

We went to the mailbox and got the mail. She held some junk mail on the walk back home. By the time we got back in the house, we were both so thirsty. She gulped some water out of a sippy cup and banged some toys around as she continued her quest to get down to Grant's office as many times in a row as she could.

She was standing at one of her little toys and then saw something on the couch that she wanted. She was brave. She tried to take a step. She fell and hit her head on the bottom of the couch. It was hard. Instant sobs with real tears. I picked her up and consoled her. Grant came out of the office and he cheered her up instantly. She definitely has a little bump on her forehead. Makes me so sad. We journeyed back into the nursery where we read books and played. Then I cooked dinner while Grant entertained the girl.

Back into her high chair. She ate pears, half of a turkey dog, and a whole jar of pureed spinach and potatoes. She gets it all over her face and hands. After a good wipe down, we strip her down and she's into the tub. She splashes and plays with a duck. Then I pick her up and wrap her in her pink snail hooded towel. Probably one of my favorite parts of the day. She gets into a new diaper, some fresh pajamas, and I wrestle her into my lap to brush her hair. Then it's into the living room for another bottle. Part milk, part formula. She sucks it down and then we cuddle.

Right now she's playing on the floor. I'm typing this blog and I'm about to put her down. It's 7:20. It's been a long, full day. I just wanted to document this little day in our little world.

She's gonna be one. Goodness gracious. What a blessing!

***7:28pm. Update. She pooped again. You're welcome for that piece of information.****

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Status Report

So... here's what's been going on around here.

This little girl will be 11 months on Sunday. ELEVEN. You know what comes after that? TWELVE. I can't handle it. Can not handle. 


PLEASE STOP LOOKING SO OLD.


I mean seriously.


Last weekend we went to Lake Travis with our Bible study group. 5 couples, 2 nights, no kids, lots of sunshine, lots of relaxing, lots of food and drinks, lots of laughing, a dance party, sleeping in, swimming in the lake, cruising in a boat... it was heaven.

And there was a porch swing. And I lived on it for 48 hours.


It was the longest I had been away from Ellie since she was born. A little over 48 hours. It doesn't sound that long, but it was such a nice break. I came home feeling rejuvenated and refreshed and ready to tackle the week! Big thanks to my parents for watching Lady Bug for us so we could go play on the lake with our friends. I did pretty well, but on the drive home on Sunday I was READY to see her. 

It's been a busy week, full of errands and laundry and trying to keep up with an ever-changing baby girl. She is active. She is opinionated. She is hungry. She is needy.

She is awesome.

She is learning new tricks. This afternoon she pulled herself to standing for the first time. I should add that as soon as she pulled herself up to the standing position, she started pooping, so there's that. Like I said, new tricks. She loves paper. She loves going to get the mail. It is a requirement that I hand her a piece of junk mail as we walk back to the house or we have an epic meltdown on our hands. 

It is hotter than blazes here in Houston. We are baking. The last few days I've taken Ellie to the park to swing and we only last a few minutes because we both start melting. She has fun for about 90 seconds and then I can see it all over her face. "Mama, I am all kinds of uncomfortable." Me too, little love. Me too.

Grant is working like crazy and I'm so glad that his job allows him to work from home. It gets a little cramped sometimes. There have been moments where I have to take Ellie out to the backyard cause Grant is trying to have a phone conversation while Ellie is expressing her feelings and emotions. She can get pretty loud. When we bought this house, it was just the 2 of us and we both worked out of the house over 40 hours a week. Now, we are both home, with a baby, and Grant tries to conduct business. We have a bit of a layout problem. There's no place for Grant to sequester himself from the rest of the activity of the home. Also, Ellie's nursery is sandwiched between our master bathroom and the utility room. Lots of noise involved with both of those rooms. 

All of that said, I also must add that we are feeling super blessed. What we have is more than enough. We are thankful for this beautiful home and will stay here as long as we need to! 

I'm also really thankful for this guy.



He is the best of the best.