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i’m not sure you’re worth it.

Happy Halloween!!!

That’s Princess Alexis Minaj of Labrador and Lady Madison of Goldentrot and Kellan the dragon.

Let’s just say Tim and I were laughing the entire time we were taking pictures of this, um, “scene” and continued to laugh while looking at the results because OMG.

Kellan…it’s not that bad. Because we were laughing so hard, he would stop crying every now and then, half smile and look at us like, “What is going on? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING, HERE?!”

Lexi? That dog DID NOT MOVE A MUSCLE THE ENTIRE TIME.

She looks like that in every. single. shot.

Maddie? Miss. Personality of the Year, right there.

I’m sure we’ll catch a lot of crap from Kellan in a few years…but it was SO. WORTH. IT.

Hope you all have a wonderful Halloween day…and night!

overachiever

Sometimes I am zero percent motivated to write anything because, really, what is there to say?

Let’s just be honest. I’m a pretty boring person and I live a pretty average life and I love to do cutty-pastey activities.

Like this.

Why all the hullabaloo?

(And by hullabaloo I mean three (or four?) days of working on the above project because I had to do it in small pieces parts because SOMEONE WANTED TO PLAY. Or nap. Or go outside. Or eat. Or show me things – which means me picking him up and taking him over to whatever he tries to point to/grunt towards)

I’m going to a dessert exchange with some other mama’s this afternoon and I’m calling it now. I’m probably going to be razzed because there were no directions to make ingredient/recipe tags and bows and jars of (I’m not really) Martha Stewartness. The directions were: Bring a dessert to share.

So, of course, I do this.

Maybe it’s because I don’t really like sharing dessert and feel like it is way better for everyone to have their own so no one gets all up in my biznass wanting *my* dessert.

Or maybe it’s because I’m an overachiever. I always loved getting gold stars and stickers and smiley faces and praise from my teachers…so you can bet your preppy little ass I did what I knew would get the result I wanted.

Or maybe…it’s because I just can’t help myself.

Probably that last one.

I love doing stuff like this, the same way I love taking super cute pictures of Kellan.

Like this.

(And by the way, this idea didn’t come from Pintrest. It came from my cerebellum. Go me)

Or this:

I’m not afraid to admit that I’m an anal overachiever who loves to make cute things.

I think that’s the first step to identifying a problem.

Admitting you actually have one.

Though I don’t really see this as a problem, per se.

SO THERE. ….?

i’m throwing this out there to you, to the universe

Thank you all for voting for Kellan this past month!! I have no idea if he won…but I really appreciate your support! He’s in another contest, now, but I hate to ask you to vote for that, too, coming off a month of clicking buttons…so I won’t. We’ll just move right along…

I’m going to just throw this out there – to you, to the universe – and see what happens. Sometimes magical things happen…sometimes nothing happens…but I’ve got to try.

Backstory: over the weekend, Tim and I were looking for wooden alphabet blocks for a project.

During my search, I, OF COURSE, stumble upon a set of blocks that I think are freaking awesome and I want them and must make them my own to love and to have…to share and to hold……….

Annnnnnnnnnd of course.

Why can I not find them anywhere?

Oh, because they are antiques.

OF COURSE.

STORY OF MY LIFE.

I always seem to find – and get my heart set on – the one thing that cannot be found.

Why do I do this to myself?!

So, what are these super special blocks?

They are called All Season’s Blocks by Wolf Creek Folk Art. Set of 16.

So….if by some random chance you happen to be antique shopping one day and come across a set of these…or if someone you know has them and doesn’t want them anymore (in other words – collecting dust somewhere)…or if the universe puts these blocks in front of your face…..PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE GET THEM FOR ME.

I will pay you back. I will pay for shipping. I will buy you dinner and will forever be indebted to you.

I’m on a lifelong hunt for these damn blocks, now, and I don’t think I will ever be able to find them without a little help from my friends (YOU).

I blame Pintrest because had I not done this calendar project over the weekend…..(SO CUTE, right?!)

I would have never needed these dumb old blocks.

But now, I do.

And now, I’m asking for help.

i can’t help it. it’s in my nature

***Obligatory “please vote for Kellan by clicking here” header***

***Moment of silence for all 9/11 victims and families***

I am kind of proud of how often I’ve been blogging…even though it is mostly fluff…not very meaty content. I’m not even sure how talking about a baby can have “meaty” content.

Unless we talk about the chunk-a-lunk legs Kellan has going. Wowza, buddy. Those things have their own zip code!

I had big legs as a baby, too, so I’m sure genetics aren’t helping, much.

We took a bunch of pictures over the weekend – the kind I “borrow” from Pintrest and then we do ourselves. They all turned out really awesome.

Like this one.

Or this one.

Or maybe this one?

(Now aren’t you just dying to vote for him?? How cute!)

I have to admit got in “trouble” when I posted one of the pictures (that is not here because it has not been fixed, yet. Bonus points to me) on Facebook before Tim could “fix” it. Apparently, that’s a giant no-no. Tim was all, “LET ME FIX MY PICTURES.”

And I was all, “I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS A BIG DEAL.”

And he was all, “CAN’T YOU WAIT?!”

Ummm….patience has never been my strong suit. Nor has being the opposite of clumsy. Whatever that is.

It didn’t help matters when, a few hours later, I somehow managed to drop a wine glass onto the granite countertop in the kitchen.

Obviously, glass + granite = shattered EVERYWHERE.

In the stove, in the sink, in the bowls and coffee maker and in between my feet. On the floor, under the cutting board, EVERY. WHERE.

It took at least thirty minutes to clean it all up – and that was with both of us – even though I was all, ” I CAN DO IT. I CAN DO IT BY MYSELF!”

Whenever I break things, there is a proverbial eye roll from Tim because I break things all the time. I guess I’m clumsy. Or something. I mean, I just, something happened when I was taking the glass down and it hit something juuuuust the wrong way and flew out of my hand.

I couldn’t stop it.

IT JUST HAPPENED.

It’s not like I do it on purpose…..*sigh* I think I’m up to three glasses (though two were water glasses) that I’ve broken…maybe four. I have no idea.

And if something electronic breaks, my first inclination is to run for the hills and just let Tim stumble across the “accident.” Like it happened all by itself. Like the vacuum rolled out of the closet, turned itself on and sucked up a blanket ALL BY ITSELF.

Of course I am the one using “it” when it breaks. Even if I was just staring at it and touched nothing. You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to just “forget” something happened and then let Tim use said electronic device so HE thinks HE broke it. Wouldn’t that be awesome?

Oh…..it broke? WHAT DID YOU DO?

Do you know how much fun those words would be for me to say? What did YOU do…not me (Yay! Sigh of relief! Not me!).

Y-O-U.

The only defense I have against any of this apparent clumsiness is that he knew I was like this before he put a ring on it because I don’t think my body is coordinated enough to stop breaking things.

I can’t help it. It’s in my nature.

Just like the lack of patience.

our wedding: part details

***Obligatory “please vote for Kellan by clicking here” header***

Today is Tim and my actual anniversary. Happy five years to us!

And, fittingly enough, this is all about the details. Which just goes to show you how anal we both are…with everything. Even the tiny things.

Remember how I said the other day (yesterday? I don’t remember) Tim and I were ALL ABOUT THE DETAILS with our wedding?

Here’s proof.

Anything small and seemingly insignificant that also looks awesome and just MAKES IT PERFECT?

WE DID THAT.

(It took three days to figure out how to curve the text to fit onto those small stickers, FYI.

(I can’t take credit for the flowers…but they’re pretty, right?)

My mom had the sign made…and put this together…thanks, mom!

We tied the ribbons around the pots. We made the cards inside the pots (growing instructions on one side, poem significant to our relationship on the other).

Votives…added by us.

Sparklers…sign…jar…all us…

Pretty beaded stems of the champagne flutes?

Made by us.

Sign-a-ble picture frame…not made by us but, still.

All those pictures of us in those frames?

US.

(Well, obviously us, but we picked them out. Printed them. Put them together. ETC)

This picture again? Yes. Why?

See the table number stands?

Not only did we MAKE them, each table had a different picture AND corresponding story about Tim and me. ALL UNIQUE. ALL DIFFERENT.

You can also see the votives and the small glass containers that held the Hershey’s kisses…

And this one again because….we provided the jars…tied the ribbons around the jars. Made those cards people are writing on…I even bought those hydrangeas from Whole Foods the day before the wedding…ETC.

We also made the wedding programs. And our wedding invitations.

I probably should have known things were about to get real when I had a fit about the evenness of the holes getting punched in the invitations and the direction the bow was tied (MUST. BE. HORIZONTAL.) and had brother Mason freaked out and putting stamps on the RSVP envelopes straight as an arrow, like a boss.

The look on brother Troy’s face says it all. Pretty much, “My makeshift name tag says ‘I’m just here to be the holder.’”

I won’t even tell you how long it took us to find a tree that would be “acceptable” and how many different variations of brown there are…and how we purchased a special font…and how long it took us to get the little swirly thing below the tree to not have a space where it met with the trunk AND still look “right.” We also had a special wax seal for the outer envelope (that requires extra postage, FYI. My perfect invitations were ruined with THREE RANDOM STAMPS after the post mail returned them to my front doorstep all, “These won’t go through the machine.”)…

Ok. I admit. It was a little insane.

But weren’t they perfect??

(The outside flap where the velcro circle is (applied by us) also had a little double-heart charm…


So…if you want to hire us to make your wedding perfect…we’re happy to oblige but fair warning: we are a PITA when it comes to details.

Obviously.

our wedding: part decorations

***Obligatory “please vote for Kellan by clicking here” header***

I’m pretty sure this post would be better if I just gave you a bunch of eye candy instead of trying to explain it…

So…I give you our wedding…decorations.

Mostly.

i never know what’s going on

Lately, the sleeping habits of wee little one who goes by the name of Kellan have changed.

I really shouldn’t even call it a “habit” because, as anyone who has ever had a child knows, sleeping changes. Daily.

We are still co-sleeping but instead of Kellan waking up every hour or two hours, it’s every three, four or five…and he’s sleeping until 6 or 7 in the morning instead of 4:30 or 5. He is going about two hours between naps, instead of one.

I haven’t done anything differently…so I have no idea what is happening. I’m just gonna go with it.

He is also kind of napping more by himself…I still nurse him to sleep but I will get up after he’s conked out and see how long he stays asleep. Sometimes it’s five minutes. Sometimes an hour. And sometimes he wakes up but doesn’t start immediately crying so I end up keeping the baby monitor plastered to my side, unsure as to what to do. Do I go up and put him back to sleep? I know he needs to sleep but I also kind of want to see if he will fall back asleep on his own…which hasn’t happened, yet.

So is the life of babies, right? A constant guessing game.

I’m still kind of in shock that he will be six months old next Sunday.

We took a bunch of pictures over the weekend as part of his six month “photo shoot” since there is no way we could get all of them done in one day – or even one weekend. I’ll thank Pintrest for the ideas but OMG. I think our execution of said ideas is WAY BETTER.

We should totally start a business.

Don’tcha think?

bright and beautiful but mostly bold (guest post)

Hi!  My name is Joie (pronounced like Joey, but I will answer to the French pronunciation, too) and I asked Jessica to add one more thing to her busy, busy schedule and guest blog for me.

(see Joie’s blog here)

She was angel enough to agree (also, she is Superwoman) [editor's note: I know, right??].  I figured the least I could do was reciprocate.

So, I thought about what I wanted to write about for a wonderful blog of first-time motherhood and family life and running, among other things.  I quickly realized: I got nuthin’.  I’m a long-distance aunt living with a roommate and I D.O.N’T. run (but really want to do the Color Run in Colorado Springs next year . . . must start training).

BUT!  Jessica has the perfect last name to inspire an ENTIRELY random post.

I love bolds.  This was my first (and second, and third) umbrella:

Backing up: I am a scrapbooker in my spare time.  I finished a wedding album earlier this summer and am perfecting my former roommate’s baby book for her twins (due in October). I’ve been working on my mother’s milestone birthday album for a year and a half (sorry, Mom) and I have what is designated as my “therapy” album (by the way, I’m Bi-Polar), which is ongoing.  I also do event cards, invitations, or whatever strikes my fancy.

This post comes from one of those “whatever strikes my fancy” moments.

Currently, I’m working on a bachelorette party.  Each night I try to do a little bit to prepare so that everything is so good to go for the party that when I arrive at the house, everything will snap into place like when Mary Poppins helps the Banks children clean their rooms.  (Hey, I can dream, right?)  Also, I’m also a Type-A personality and everything has to be JUST SO.  It cannot be JUST SO if I am not prepared.

For said bachelorette, there’s going to be a snacks table.  And it WILL be pretty.  One of the things I’ve done to assure that fact is to make paper flowers.

They’re super easy, if a bit time consuming, and they’ll really brighten up the table(s).  So, after seeing the twenty-four flowers I made for the bachelorette, I decided my apartment needed some flower decorations, too.

Of course.  Because I have so much extra time as it is.

I asked my roommate what colors she preferred, seeing as we have to share the apartment and she has graciously let me take over the living room with too much quite a bit of my stuff already.  She just said “color,” so I decided to do a rainbow.

This is when I discovered (read as: consciously realized something I’ve always known) that I love bolds, specifically bold colors.  I could not find a proper yellow or purple to save my life.  I had plenty of goldenrod and marigold, but no butters or brights.  And since I’m such a bold addict, the kinds of purples sold in stores now (which are mostly of medium shades) do not do it for me.  And I must like the papers I own because everything must be (say it with me) JUST SO.

It was an issue.

I scrounged up some decent marigolds for the yellow and used a picture of the sunset and a very gorgeous purple-y brown for the purple, but it still didn’t turn out the way I wanted.  All the marigolds looked so orange next to the pale blues and the purple plus brown just looked “dark” (I know it’s not a color, but seriously – that thing is a color black hole) unless you held it in direct light.

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE my bold flowers so much.  They’re going to be gorgeous and give the living room a bit of texture that is desperately needed (stupid white, utilitarian walls that I’m not allowed to paint).  But I was going for rainbow, not bold-bow (which the umbrella pulls off quite well, but the flowers do not).

Thankfully, I have a medical excuse for this condition.  I’m Bi-Polar, and this is apparently a REALLY COMMON thing with Bi-Polar people.  We tend to prefer bold, eye-catching colors to the pastels or the in-between background sorts of colors.  A friend of the family is a psychiatric nurse (bless her soul) and when she met my sister for the first time, it came up in conversation that I was Bi-Polar.  Her first question, “So what does she have that’s orange?”

My sister explained I had a bright red room that was kind of an orange-y red (technically, the color is Poinsettia, but it is definitely a more yellow red than a blue red).  This family friend nodded and said, “Yup!”  We Bi-Polar kids like our bold colors. (Okay, so my medical excuse is more anecdotal than scientific, but twenty years of psychiatric nursing counts for something, right?)

Also, I just have that bold, A-type personality.  Pastels do not suit me.  And those in-between-never-really-pay-attention-to-them-they’re-just-there colors don’t have enough oomph to hold up, either.  I like bolds because they match the colors in me.

So, how did this scrapbooking adventure end?

Just under thirty dollars worth of paper later (don’t judge, it’s a lot of paper), I finally have purples and yellows.  I worked REALLY hard to only get a few off-program papers (It had books on it!  And was this gorgeous russet!  I promise, I needed it!!), and forced myself to get some brights (I even got a really clean, beautiful pattern that used neon yellow).  Now, I will be able have some flowers that are yellow and purple!  Also, I’ll be better prepared for the next project that comes along that requires purple or yellow.  And I’ll be happy to do it.

But honestly?  I’d just rather stick with the bolds.

~Joie

Thanks, Jessica for letting me play in your blog (and play on your last name)!  It was a blast.

the trip of firsts…in pictures.

I seem to have ideas for what I want to write about at the most inopportune times – like at 3am or when I’m driving or in the shower. Problem is, I tell myself to remember and then by the time I finish whatever I’m doing (sleeping, driving, etc), my brain has moved onto the next task and I completely forget whatever it was I was trying to remember.

It’s a vicious cycle.

Eventually I’ll just say it out loud and ask Kellan to remember for me – isn’t that what kids are for? I mean, his brain is like a sponge and *I* remember, as a kid, I could stuff A LOT of information up there. Kids have plenty of space up in the cerebellum for mundane things, like what his mom wanted to blog about (insert eye roll).

Anyhow, our trip to Atlanta went really, really well. I was pleasantly surprised at how great Kellan handled all of the new situations and people. He hit a laundry list of firsts…first trip to the airport, first airplane, first time trying to take a bottle (we weren’t successful) (all that pumped milk for nothing), first time in a hotel, first time being left with someone other than daddy or mommy, first party where everyone wanted to hold him, first time away from home for an extended period of time, first etc, etc, etc.

Granted, we had our share of meltdowns, mostly when he was waaaaaaaay over tired and we had to get into the car to go somewhere. He wasn’t having ANY OF THAT. The car became the enemy, which was not all that great for anyone, since the car was a necessary means of transportation. One in particular, he screamed the ENTIRE TRIP and I was about to lose it myself and curl into a ball of tears…Tim all, “What do you want me to do? Turn around?” And I’d be all, “We’re almost THERE. We’re not turning AROUND.”

Because five more minutes of screaming versus another forty-five?

KEEP DRIVING.

Overall, though, the trip was definitely good for him because instead of clamming up, he became Mr. Social Butterfly. I guess it’s good the separation anxiety thing hasn’t started yet…because that would have just been a bucket of non-fun.

So, here’s a little of our week in pictures…because why not?

Early morning at the airport

Airplane bottle feeding attempt (Shannon! Look who was sporting your outfit!)

Kellan and Uncle Jeff

And my favorite: “Aw golly, Dad…I really don’t think you should order that…”

And before I go…please think good thoughts for Kellan today. He has to have a “corrective” procedure done on his little wee-wee since the OB (who I am no longer seeing…) didn’t do his circumcision correctly (no judgement, please).

Happy Friday, Friends!

red, white and blue

Kellan just wanted to tell everyone Happy Fourth of July!

And to all my non-American friends: Happy Super Cute Kellan Picture Day (also known as Wednesday)!

(Happy Super Cute Kellan Picture Day sounds way more interesting if you ask me)

(but then again so does Happy Hump Day, so there’s that)

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