Thursday, March 05, 2015

Seventeen Years

Seventeen years.

Seems like a long time.

Because it actually is.  At least sometimes.

I look at Carolyn Part II and laugh at how NOT like you she is.  She couldn't be more opposite if she tried.  Because, you see, she is just like me.  I was hoping for a reincarnation, but I did not get my wish.  I think Heavenly Father thinks it's a funny joke.  When you see him, ask him, ok?

It's a cold, wet day here today.  And that's kind of how I feel inside.  I know, so, so deep of me to think that way, right?  Me, who's never actually had a deep thought in my entire life.

Speaking of Deep Thoughts, I looked up Jack Handy the other day and laughed my head off.  Whatever happened to that guy?  The Internet ruined him, probably.  Because he probably got on Pinterest and realized that he'd never had an original thought in his entire life.  Just like me.

I was feeling super funny the other day and thought I'd write myself up a Top Ten list.  It never saw the light of day because I was really the only one who'd think it was funny.  And maybe you.  But you're not here to appreciate it, so I deleted it.  That's right, I didn't even write it out on a piece of paper even though the lady at the mother's day out program gave me a super cool pen that I've been protecting with my life.

Anyway.

Miss you, wish you were here, blah, blah, blah.  And wherever you are, you're thinking, "Well at least I'm not still there, sucka!"


Friday, February 27, 2015

A Crown for a Princess

A friend of mine has started an easy shop making felt hair accessories for little girls.

Here are some photos of Carolyn in hers (I kind of want the shamrock one for myself, but am unsure of the protocol of wearing something like that because more than likely, someone will make a remark about me stealing it from my kid and I'll have to totally lie and be all like, "Um, no, this is MINE!"):








15 Months

Today was Tater's 15 month appointment.

Also his second doctor's appointment this week.

Because The Plague has descended on southeast Texas and we're probably all going to die a mean, nasty death because of it.

Just outstanding.

I am not a good mother when I have sick children.  I might not be a good mother any other time, either, but I definitely know that I'm not a good mother then.

I can only handle so much whining, which is horrible, because he's just a baby and how else is he supposed to communicate?

The one and only good thing that's come out of it is that he wants to cuddle up to me a lot.  The bad thing about that is that he doesn't want to cuddle with anyone else.  Ever.  So don't even ask and don't even try to get away because you will suffer the consequences.

He also refused to eat for almost an entire week because the virus he had caused blisters in his throat. Since we found that out, Carolyn has obsessively been looking up "throat blisters" on my iPad and then wanting me to look at the pictures (I can handle grossness, but for some reason, skin maladies freak me out.  They make me itch).

Anyway.

Fifteen months old.  And apparently, he has shrunk half an inch since his last appointment.  And I'm pretty sure he's lost about two pounds in the past week.

But, for posterity, here are the stats:

Height:  31.5 inches (he was 32 at his 12 month appointment (which was only six weeks ago thanks to the holidays)....uhhh....say what?!)
Weight:  25.75 pounds


*He is working on tooth #16 - he's been teething for months and months.  He is constantly snotty and slobbery because of it.  Oh, and he has a constant rash around his mouth.

*He is working harder to communicate even though all of the words he has sound pretty much the same.

*He does not believe he should be woken up before he is ready and if you think otherwise, he'll tell you all about it.

*He is down to one long nap a day.  Don't ask us to do anything in the afternoon.  Nap time takes precedence over everything else.

*He is still breastfeeding 1-2 times a day - and again, this is something I NEVER thought I'd do.  I only planned to go until 12 months and that was IT.  But, I like having time in the mornings with just the two of us.  Unless he bites.  Then, it's not so fun.

*If it was up to him, he'd drink all day every day and never eat a thing.



Monday, February 09, 2015

Tuesday, February 03, 2015

I Haven't Used Shampoo in a Year. Yes, You Should Still be My Friend

It has officially been one year since I stopped using shampoo.

I promise, I'm not gross.

Or not super gross.

Here is my original post on why I stopped using shampoo and what I started doing instead.

Here is a link to four weeks in.

And another link.

Here's two months in.

I thought I did another one at six months, but apparently that was just in my head.

Anyway, you get the point.

I'm still basically on the same schedule as I was back at the very beginning.

I'm still super happy with myself and will never go back to regular shampoo. 

I've even found a lady here in town who is a curly hair cutting whiz - and believe me, those aren't so easy to find since all of them always want to straighten your hair to cut it and never actually see how your hair grows curly.  Who really has time to straighten their hair anyway?!  Not this girl.

I am, unfortunately, still in the throws of the post-pregnancy hair grow out.  It appears I will be in the middle of this for at least ten more years.  No one tells you that when you hair grows as slowly as mine does that after you have a baby, you will look horrid for TWO ENTIRE YEARS.

Anyway, here are some sassy photos for you to enjoy (it appears that even a year of taking selfies has not improved my aptitude in that area):


 
Bless my pregnancy-hair-fall-out-re-growth heart.  My entire hairline is so special.



The below picture is my favorite.  Mostly because I look so....awesome.  Doesn't everyone love that smirk?  Mostly I look that way because I was trying so hard to take the picture.  I'm not sure if my arms are too short or I am just not dexterous enough to get it done.
 



Monday, February 02, 2015

I Love to See the Temple. For Real.

Husband and I made a trip to the Houston temple this past weekend.

It's been FIVE YEARS since we've been to the temple together.

F-I-V-E.

We didn't even know it had been that long until we started doing math - because we're both so awesome at math.

My cousin who lived in Houston, bless her heart, volunteered to take both kids basically all day long so we could go.

It was just what I needed.  A little peace.  I haven't felt peaceful in years and especially not lately.


Monday, January 12, 2015

One Year Check-Up

We have just returned home from The Tater's one-year check-up.

Yes, he's now older than a year.

And good grief, he was horrible during the appointment.

Probably not his fault since it was nearly lunch and nap time.

I vote we never do that again.

For posterity, here are his measurements:

Height:  32 inches
Weight:  24.75 pounds

He is walking, squatting, and has recently cut all four of his molars.  What an outstanding experience that was - three weeks of whining and crying followed by two more weeks of excessive slobbering, fevers, and bum-blistering diarrhea.  Awesome.

He is waving goodbye at least every ninth time we ask him, pulling everything that he can reach down on top of him, and generally annoying his sister with his insistence that he be included in all attempts to play anything.

He is also toting around anything and everything he can find, which is why the remotes are always in the kitchen and my phone is usually stuffed in the couch.

He thinks any time we are in the kitchen that he should be held up to see what's going on - it's either that or him pulling down your pants and squealing.

He is still nursing a couple of times a day but is pretty thrilled with almost any food he is given.  Especially taco soup.  And french fries.  And crackers.

Monday, December 29, 2014

It's Raining, It's Pouring...

One of my goals for the new year is to take pictures with my actual camera.  Instead of my phone.  Good grief, I may have set myself up for failure, but I'm sure gonna give it my best.  I even started early (and then had to edit out all of Tater's snot trails from his nose to his mouth...awesome)!  







Saturday, December 27, 2014

Christmas

Christmas is officially over.

And thank the Lord for that.  I swear to you, Carolyn has been talking about Christmas non-stop for about ten months.

Tate had no idea what was going on, but Carolyn ripped open every, single one of her presents and then shouted, "This is the BEST CHRISTMAS EVER!  This is what I always wanted all my life!"

Her Christmas revolved around Anna and Elsa Barbies (when will Frozen ever go away?  WHEN?!), some My Little Ponie stuffies, and a red cape, which she refuses to wear because it is not blue and Elsa's-cape-is-blue-not-red-this-makes-me-look-like-Mother-Gothel-from-Rapunzel. 

I only have a few pictures, which is fine, because Tate is/was cutting three molars and has been sicker than a dog and I woke up Christmas morning feeling like my chest was going to explode.

It was out-freaking-standing.


 
This is from the church Christmas party - Carolyn waited in line by herself for an entire 45-minutes to see Santa.  It was the highlight of her life.


 
Every year, my friend Grainne sends us a new ornament for our tree - these are my two favorite.  The awesomest thing about this year's tree?  We totally got it early and put it up and then two days later, if fell over and smashed a bunch of the ornaments and then spent almost two entire weeks just propped up against the wall while I waited for help putting it right and praying that neither of our kids would be smashed by it.  In the end, I think we had ten ornaments on it total and the star was wonky until today when I ripped everything off and put it back in the box.



 
We attempted the nativity.  It's super hard when you only have three participants (and one narrator), especially when the angel's main purpose is to keep the shepherd from ripping Baby Jesus out of the manger at every opportunity.


 
Carolyn bought Husband an action figure for Christmas so he'd start playing dolls with her.  She came up with the idea all on her own and even picked out The Hulk for a good reason - he is already naked, so her naked Barbies can marry him, no problem.



 
After nearly 8 years of marriage, Husband requested a wedding band.  Uh....say what?  Bless his heart, he's never worn jewlery in his life and is having a hard time getting used to it.


 
And finally, and most importantly, we finally were able to replace our old rusted out, falling apart charcoal grill.  As soon as we figure out how to use this one, our lives are going to go from good to OUTSTANDING.

Obigatory Jamberry Post

I continue to sell Jamberry - but even more than selling it, I wear it.

And hoard it.

Because I now have a problem.

At least once a week, I thumb through my wrap collection like a miser and plan what I'm going to wear next.  And I hope that no one calls that TLC hoarding show on me.

It's sad.

And more than a little pathetic.

In fact, I'm such a Jamberry geek, I bought myself a pull-over Jamberry jumper and then took a selfie of myself wearing it.  And selfies of every, single mani/pedi I've done.

(For the record, I still hate the words "selfie", "mani", and "pedi".)

But hey, it makes me happy.

And, I do always look fabulous.

I've even branched out and tried some of the lacquers, which I swore I'd never do because who wants to go back to that crap when they wraps are so fabulous?!

PS  If you are looking for the fastest drying, longest lasting lacquer you've ever tried, this stuff is for you - one coat and you're done.  I even timed it once and by in just longer than 4 minutes, it was completely dry.  For real.

Here's a sampling:


















Shameless plug:  if you want to order, let me know!  They are still having the B3G1 one sale, they just released Valentine's, St. Patty's Day, and Easter wraps.  Here's my website:  www.erinpeters.jamberrynails.net

Pictures from my Phone

I am so far behind.  Like so far behind I feel like if the new year comes and I am not caught up, it'll never happen.  Ok, so not that far behind, I guess.  But it is December 27th and how on earth has it been two months since Halloween?  HOW?!

We've been sick.

Tater turned one.

We had Thanksgiving where I made the ENTIRE DINNER all by myself for the first time EVER.

Our laptop totally crapped out - probably because we have two kids and no where to hide the thing.

And then December just....went...fast.  And it's the 27th all the sudden!

Carolyn has also entered the stage in her life where she doesn't think I should take pictures of her.  So I have very few.

Anyway, I thought I'd start with a few pictures because I know how to get those - which is not the case with anything else.