Saturday, July 24, 2010

Amazing, imaginative, beautiful, whimsical

Of course, if it were me, I'd be sleeping while my baby slept. I guess that's why I'm not a creative genius....

Mila's Day Dreams

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

This is the way we dry our hair, dry our hair, dry our hair

Picture this, if you will:

A 150-square foot bathroom with a sink, a toilet, a bathtub/shower combo, a bathroom tower storage thing, a kiddy potty, a 3.5 year old, an 18 month old, and myself. With a hair dryer. My daughter (3.5) is busy applying eyeliner to her tummy, because this is where I have told her it goes. (I figure no one can see it there. She's going to be mighty confused the day she sees me putting it on my eyelids.) My son (18 months) is climbing all over everything and constantly milliseconds away from personal injury. I'm standing at the sink with the blow dryer in one hand and a brush in the other. My left knee is bent with my left knee resting on top of the toilet, so as to keep my son from bathing in it. My right leg is stretched out as it can go to the right, with THAT foot partially blocking the kiddy potty, so as to keep my son from using its contents as hair gel. My arms are switching between trying to achieve some sort of hair style and keeping my son from playing with the toilet brush/unraveling the toilet paper/falling into the bathtub.

Funny thing is, even on the days when I actually get through this exercise without having to scrap it and clean the bathroom, it's only a matter of about three hours before I give up and throw it in a ponytail. You'd think I'd just give up on the whole thing. But see, it's like a gateway drug. I give up drying my hair once in a while and next thing you know I'm out in public wearing a scrunchie. I'll keep up my blow drying calisthenics as long as necessary, thank you very much.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010


This is one of my favorite anti-depressants. Every time I go to this site, I end up laughing so hard I cry. Even when I'm by myself in the kitchen. See, this is why photoshop was invented. Bless you, Adobe.

And since it may never make it up on the site, here is my submission of my own personal manbabies. It also makes me laugh out loud every time I see it. (Am I admitting too much about my sense of humor here?)

If you're with me so far, and you're sitting there jonesing for more bizarre photoshop magic, please take a stroll over to Selleck Waterfall Sandwich. And have a nice day.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

The promotion of a lifetime

In the last week, I went from a gainfully employed 4-day a week working mom to a full-time stay at home mom. It's a change we've been thinking about and working towards for a while now, and I'm still a little bit shell shocked that it's actually here. Now, on Sunday night after my first week of full time momhood, I can say that I'm physically exhausted but happy. This is going to be quite a change, but my heart and my arms are open and ready for it. Not to mention the fantastic fodder I'll have for my blog!

Here are my initial observations after one week in:

75% of my clothes have been rendered useless overnight.

I blew my hair dry one time this entire week. Once. And it still looked like crap.

I really need to embrace sunscreen ASAP.

My pants are the most convenient and certainly the most preferred napkin for food, boogers, sand, etc.

In the words of Chicago, Starbucks is a hard (hard!) habit to break.

Stay at home motherhood is particularly brutal with a hangover.

I keep forgetting to eat, which could work out nicely if it keeps up.

Deodorant is CRUCIAL.

When I go to bed at night, my eyes are heavy, my back is achy and my heart is full. I'll take it.