Fashion Regan (Barbie)

You know how I said that I had some thoughts and ideas regarding my daughter, well this one is from the horse’s mouth (meaning Regan).

Let me start this story with last night.  My daughter has an obsession with a particular pajama.  This was a gift from a “friend” through the baby sitter’s and Regan wants to wear this one-piece fleece pajama (fondly referred to as ’snowflake’) in any kind of weather.  (I do mean ANY!).

This morning before I get snowflake off Regan, she requests to wear it today to the sitter’s.  “Sorry, honey, it isn’t going to be quite cool enough to wear snowflake all day” I say.  So she lets me take snowflake off.  However decides that it would be interesting to see how Barbie’s clothes fit and if Regan (a 35lb., almost 3 year old) can fit IN Barbie’s clothes. 

“Let’s try these pants” she says excitedly.  “Nooo, honey, come on we have to get ready to go”, I try.  As you all know the will power of a 3 year old is amazing.  So I chill about it and let her try to put the pants on.  Now realize, these are regular size Barbie clothes - it isn’t happening and I know this.  “Nope, they don’t fit” she tells me while giggling.  I say “okay, lets get your diaper changed now!”.  Will Power kicks in and she picks up a Barbie dress this time.  This is a hand made dress that was made for my Barbie’s so it has a full skirt and some lace around the hem.  I try very hard to distract her from doing the inevitable but it isn’t happening, Will Power is in full force right now.  Regan proceeds to put this dress on her head (like she is going to have her head come up through the bottom of this dress).  Then she had me.

I lose it completely and I start laughing, so she starts laughing even though she can’t see how absolutely hysterical, beautiful, and mischievious she looks all at one time.  She laughs harder and slightly drops her head forward, therefore making her new ‘hat’ slant across her face in that old ‘come hither’ way.  I was finally able to get the dress off her head and get her diaper changed and get us downstairs. 

What a great way to start the day, with some good old laughter with your daughter who just thinks that you are silly, right along with her.  ;)  Love ya baby!

The Gross Continuum

So not only have I realized recently (Yesterday!), that my body is falling apart.  I have noticed that my face leaves much to be desired right now.

Granted I have never been one to take the best care of my face and skin, however lately I have been trying harder to use “better” products.  For a while my face seemed to react nicely.  Lately, I have to kneel before the face/skin gods just to not look like a teenager.  (I have tried this and it hasn’t worked so far :(  )  My face is completely broken out.  Now, I have a subterranean mountain that is determined to split my face into 5 pieces.  Okay, exaggeration but seriously, is it necessary to make me feel like I have a mountain on my face?  I have had them near my temple lately (very tender delicate skin area), right next to my nose, and all over my chin and it isn’t one at a time.  Oh no, the skin gods have determined that it is now my time to revert back to being a teenager in the facial skin department.

 Thanks guys,….. hugs and kisses (give yourself your own zits!)

Tagged squared!!

So Thanks Em and Anne!!  I hope it is okay that I only do this once!

I’ve been tagged…here’s (here ARE) the rules:

1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write a post on their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

1. I used to play the cello in H.S.  I still have mine and I actually got news strings last year for Christmas.  Now I need a new bow - do you ever have Everything that you need at one time?

2. I still consider myself a swimmer even though I haven’t been in the pool for over a year.  But I did swim growing up and went to college on a scholarship.  So I’m keeping the title for now.

3. I too, love to read.

4. I’m a crocheter, not a knitter.  But I love crafts in general, just not knitting.  So do you get the feeling that I’m not into knitting? 5. I really do like my job.  Yes it is stressful sometimes and yes, it can be a p.i.t.a., however there is a lot to be said for keeping you on your toes and really learning something new everyday.  Plus it is almost never the same thing everyday. Oh, btw, I work in the printing industry.

6. My husband and I have decided that we no longer have a family tree but a family forest.  Anyone else laugh over their family history?

7. I go through stages of biting my nails.  It doesn’t necessarily have to be stress related.  It could be that I’m BORED!!  Sometimes it is stress.  I can go for a span of 6 months to a year of biting my nails and then all the sudden I decide that I’m done again and I stop.  Of course, keeping nails lasts just as long - sometimes longer.  Vicious habit for me.

8. I love my family. They really mean the world to me.  No matter how messed up things are or will get.  I still care (doesn’t mean that we don’t all drive each other crazy )

I don’t know who else to tag.  I will try it and see what happens.  I will tag Kelly - but I don’t think that it counts to re-tag the people that tagged you??!!  Let me know!

And it begins

So, do you ever have the feeling that you are just falling apart and it is just the beginning??

I have to go in for an MRI later this week - Whoo, Hoo.  Seriously, I’m not worried, the doctor advised that I do this just to make sure that there isn’t anything else there.  I’m positive there isn’t, but I’m going along for the ride at this point.  Might as well make sure I don’t have anything else going on, right? 

I really do think that you hit 30 and your body just decides it has had enough and it really sucks.  You have to work harder to keep yourself trim (I won’t say fit because I’m not), you have to really watch what you eat, you have to be careful not to bend this way and that because you will have a pinched nerve later.  Seriously, can’t we still get “physical love” in our 30’s??  (Something along the lines of not waking up sore in the morning because you slept in fetal position all night?)

Obviously I thought wrong.

Vo-blog-uary

My husband’s need to make up words is hilarious.  Not sure if he does it to purposely make me laugh or just because this truly is just the things that go through his head (Scary but funny).

 So I told him that I thought that I needed to start a blog and he says, “Well if you are beginning you can call it a Lincoln Blog”, (spinning off Lincoln logs).  So last night he says, “It’s a Halloween bbllllllloooooog”, said more like blah (then again I’m not hearing things clearly right now soooo - not sure if it was me or him).  Of course there was one more in there before bed (cannot remember it right now).

I asked him earlier if he was making fun of me for doing a blog and he said he wasn’t (very seriously, so I guess I believe him), he said that he thought it was a good idea. 

We will see how he feels after this blog - haha.

Seriously, this is not a typical thought for me

So one morning I wake up and realize that my husband has done laundry.  Now it is a very typical thing in my house for him to do it which is wonderful.  However, I inevitably have a pile of “clothes” that I use for either stepping outside first thing in the morning - before taking my shower and getting ready for work - or for after work, my ‘play’ clothes if you will. 

 So this particular morning I realize that my morning clothes aren’t there (My brain: crap, he did laundry, now I have to find the clothes that he cleaned so that I can leave them in my pile again.  Okay, I did put those clothes away since they were in my sleeping spot….okay, I think that there was a pair of shorts on top of the morning clothes,  Oh, I feel the shirt - nothing is on top??!, okay got them). 

So I only bring this up because my thought ended up being that it is a really good thing that women know what something is by textile - because it is pitch black in our bedroom (and he was still sleeping at the time).  So the next time someone tries to give you grief for feeling everything in the store, just smile at them and remember it is a really good thing to know what something feels like.

TGIF 9/7

So I get up this morning and I go to the bathroom (TMI, okay sorry about that).  I happen to see the hand towel that my daughter used to wipe her hands on last night.  I take the towel and toss it into the dirty clothes and I think…..We should just put up a mini towel rack, her height (SHORT - lol) and let her hang up her own towels.

 Now really, the only thing that is crazy about this idea is the fact that she is almost 3 years old, while it is a great idea to have her doing it on her own, can you say growth spurt?  Also I bruise really easily and I just see myself looking like I’m kicked all the time. 

I think I will pass on that early morning notion.