the theme over at i {heart} faces this week was collages.
you had to enter your submission by 9:00 CST tuesday. but holy granola batman ... THE CHILDREN WOULD NOT GO TO BED on tuesday.
click HERE to see all the beautiful entries ... submissions that were entered ON TIME. imagine that.
so ... this poor little collage of my little guy sat. abandoned. over at flickr.
and i just couldn't let it sit there forever ... because ... seriously. that little butt that says ... but he was still hungry ... is way. too. cute. for. words.
and those feet. those to-die-for piggy-toes. (i LOVE me some baby feet.)
or maybe it's just me.
i am the mama ... perhaps there's a bit of a bias?
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
because this is what my life is like right now.
my children make me laugh. and they make me want to cry ... all in the same day. sometimes even hour.
and no ... it's not that oh-i-love-you-so-much-i-could-cry kind of cry. it's the what the hell was i thinking about wanting to have three children cry. i'm overwhelmed. and a little coo-coo. and i don't have enough hands.
or minutes in the day.
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pumping sucks.
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i purposefully didn't make coffee today because i was craving this cappucinno coffee combo that i had the other day ... 1/2 banana foster cappucinno and 1/2 regular coffee that i got at a certain gas station. yum. so i stopped there this morning. and lo-and-behold. no banana foster cappucinno.
so i was late on the caffeine intake.
i didn't quench the craving.
and i'll have to drive farther tomorrow morning to get what i needed wanted today.
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i had a newish kiddo tell me the other day that his last school didn't understand his talent. OR his autism. and he had even joined the chess club!!!
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cora was being difficult the other day in the car ... minivan. she wouldn't get in her seat - laying on the crumb encrusted floor - saying that she just! couldn't! do it! jeremy (already feeling a wee bit frustrated) picked her up and tossed her into her carseat.
she responded with a "sank you daddy. dat was vewy hewpfo."
it was super hard to hold back the laughter. so we didn't. and we weren't so grumpy anymore.
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thrush sucks.
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a friend and i were asked to present at a conference. and get paid.
seriously.
like real live money to pretend like we are actually experts.
do you know how crazy that feels?
i mean ... she's really REALLY good at what she does.
but me?
i'm just a mama. to three crazy kids. and i don't LOVE my job. but i do it because it pays for my house. and daycare. and i think i'm good at it ...
but good enough to tell people HOW to do it? whoa.
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in summary. i'm busy. my boobs hurt.
and i need coffee.
and i could have saved you at least 5 minutes if i would have told you to just skip on down to the bottom.
Monday, April 12, 2010
i {heart} desserts ... yum.
over at i {heart} faces this week ... they gave us a break from capturing faces ... and instead asked us to capture desserts ... which move much. more. slowly.
unless you are really REALLY hungry.
and since i have rarely had the opportunity to make something of the dessert variety for my family as of late ... i had to dig into the archives to find our day of cupcake fun.
and if it were up to me ... these cupcakes would probably still be around ... i have a certain aversion to oodles of frosting. especially when slathered on by children who lick their fingers in between smears.
sprinkles and all.
head on over to i {heart} faces to see more desserts ... and then snap a picture of something yummy and enter too!
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
words to live by ...
wake up happy ...
read books ...
be a good friend ...
play fair ...
fall asleep with a smile for the moon ...
Monday, April 5, 2010
i wish i had a nice little title for this post.
when i think about leaving my boy tomorrow morning ... my throat gets all tight and my eyes start to tear up and i feel overly anxious ...
and i can't breathe.
i'm crying ... and i haven't even left him yet.
why can't this be easier?
and i can't breathe.
i'm crying ... and i haven't even left him yet.
why can't this be easier?
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