Wednesday, May 26, 2010

School's Out for Summer

It's the last week of school again. I feel like I just did this last week. Field day, awards, parties.....our week is quite full.

When I was a kid I loved the last week because it meant soon I'd be sleeping late and swimming all day.

When I was a teacher I loved the last week because I was ready for rest, yet I cried every year because I hated sending my kids, my part-time babies, on to someone else. It never seemed right.

As a mom, I love the last week because I can ditch the drop-off duty for a couple months, but I think I cry more than my child because I now hate leaving the teacher.

Here is Jacob with his teacher. I love her. She has been such a blessing to Jacob. I don't think I could've begged asked for a teacher more suited to him and his needs.

She truly loves Jacob. She gets him. Kids bother him, she takes care of it. If it's his fault, she calls him on it. She listens to him, takes him seriously, helps when she has to, and teaches him how to help himself because she knows she won't be there next year to do it.

We have had many two-hour conferences where I have cried in frustration, cried in celebration, cried in confusion of what my child's future may be. Every time she was ready with tissues, books, positive words, and the shoulder of one whose walked it before me.

Mrs. Kilian was more than a teacher to my son. She was his restorer of good faith, his confidence in the good in people,and the other woman he trusted to take care of him while he was away from home.

Last summer I prayed every night that third grade would be better for Jacob. I was so conflicted about sending him back to a place he'd been terr*rized for two years. Should I keep him home? Find another school? Take us all into a hole and hide? I asked for a sign to let me know he was in the right place. I wasn't getting a sign. Every day I waited for the answers to my prayers and every day I was sure I was never getting one. The day before school started, Jacob and I both cried all the way to that school. I wanted to turn and run with him but I knew I couldn't. If I was to teach him to face my fears, I had to do it too, so up the stairs we slowly trod like we were walking the green mile to our certain doom.

Twenty minutes later I realized my prayers had been answered.

There was my sign.

Her classroom philosophy, she explained, was to emphasize each child's differences and celebrate what each person can bring to their little class family. Every year was a new beginning and each student had the opportunity to grow and learn and change. She also told Jacob if someone wanted to bully him, they'd have to go through her first.

I slept good that night.

Jacob smiled going to school the next day for the first time in a long time.

Jacob didn't instantly become Mr. Popular and Mrs. Kilian didn't exalt him to fully mature nine year old, but she did teach him how to stand up for himself and how not to get in those situations in the first place. She drew from his strengths and tried to downplay his not-so-strengths. She loves him and he loves her.

There will be tears tomorrow. The teacher is leaving her part-time baby again.

Third grade was a good year. It'll be hard to top.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

A Fancy Dress Won't Make a Perfect Picture

I fell in love with this dress last fall and stalked my store until it became sixty percent off. I might have been able to wait for another ten, but as it is I had to get one size larger and Elizabeth just now is able to wear it. I trotted her to church one morning and she got lots of compliments on it and when we returned home I wanted to get a beautiful picture of her in it.

Here they are:

Look at Mommy!

Put your hand down...

Open your eyes....

No, stay there!

Oh, you are so mistreated...

Kiss her Ez!


Friday, May 21, 2010


I stole this from Ruby Red Slippers.....

1. If you could change anything about your physical appearance, what would it be?

You know, I'm pretty happy with my physical appearance. One day, hopefully this year, I'll have Lasik surgery so I can ditch the glasses but I don't want it to improve my appearance, I want it so I can go to the pool without my contacts and get up in the middle of the night and not have to find my glasses to make it to the bathroom.

2. Is there a habit in others that you find annoying?

Is rude a habit?

3. What is your favorite recipe using ground beef?

Hmmmm....I have so many....I have a taco soup recipe I really like and also a beef strudel that's pretty good. Maybe I'll get ambitious and post them one day.

4. What was your favorite book as a kid?

Little House
Mike Mulligan and his Steam Shovel
Heck, all the Virginia Lee Burton books

5. Did you work as a teenager and if so, where?

I worked as a cashier at our town pool. I made a dollar an hour, but I really didn't do much. Stole a lot of chips and drank all the soda I could drink and let all the boys I loved in for free. I probably owe them money.

6. Did you work while in college and if so, where?

I babysat for a wonderful family and while in graduate school I worked days at a preschool and took classes at night. I just found the lady I babysat for on Facebook and really enjoyed seeing how those sweet kids turned out. Of course, the fact that they are now 25 and 18 hurt a bit.

7. When you go to sleep do you like total darkness or semi?

It must be so dark I cannot see anything around me but it hasn't been that way since we moved here. We still have no curtains and the blinds, while nice, do not keep out the light from the street lamp. Needless to say, I haven't slept well for the past two years.

8.When you go to sleep do you need quiet or is some noise OK?

I've slept with the ceiling fan for years now. It MUST be on, even when it's below freezing.

9. When doing laundry, fabric softener or not?

Depends on what I'm washing. Sometimes I use it just to make my house smell good. I like Original Downy and the Blue Sparkle Snuggle and only those, the rest are too perfumy for me.

10. Open toed or closed toed shoes?

I wear sandals all year round. Nice perk about living in Texas.

11. Would you rather be blind or deaf?

How bout neither?

12. Dangle or stud earrings?

I have six holes in my ears and haven't changed the diamond studs from them since 1994.

13. What do you put on pancakes?

peanut butter and syrup

14. On a long trip would you rather drive or fly?

I REFUSE TO FLY! Those things crash you know. Have you seen Lost?

15. Do you prefer classic old movies or new?

All the 80s John Hughes flicks and any SNL skit movie.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

I Don't Think American Idol is in his Future

Oh man, there are people out there. LOTS of people. They didn't say there were going to be PEOPLE out there. Who thought this was a good idea?

Maybe if I just turn this way a little bit. See, no one here but my buddy, Whassup Buddy? Let me tell you something funny.

Aw, this isn't funny. I can't believe my teacher moved me. In front of ALL. THOSE. PEOPLE.

Seriously. How much longer do I need to stand here. People are LOOKING AT ME! Don't you dare think I am going to SING! Maybe if I scoot a little closer.....

YES! No one can see me now. I'll just hide here until it's over.

It will be over soon, right?

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

I'ts My Party and I'll Cry if I Want To

Last week, I put in an application to teach preschool at Jacob and Adam's school.

This morning, I asked for it back.

Way back last August when this day wasn't much of a blip on my radar screen, I signed up to organize the end of year preschool party because, well, no one else did. "How hard can that be?", I said to the teacher who said, "Oh, not hard at all!", and I believed her.

So for the past three weeks I have come up with ideas all on my own, purchased supplies all on my own, emailed parents with information on said ideas and supplies with disclaimer to PLEASE let me know if you have a better idea or something else you'd like to do because I am nothing but flexible.

Everybody thought what I had was fine. At least the two emails I got back said that.

You want to know what we did right?

I bought fifteen canvas bags at 2 bucks a pop plus enough fabric paint and foam stickers and bling-bling to cover each and every one. I also sent another email to each family asking that they send a small toy to fill a Welcome Summer bag. I directed them all to the Target Dollar Spot and told them not to spend over a dollar a kid. I also put together two plants for the two teachers and let them know I was making a gift card tree for them both and if they desired, they could add to it.

Everybody thought that was fine. At least the two emails I got back said that.

I sent an email to the the five mothers who volunteered to help letting them know what food and drink I would need. They all signed up for something. We were set.

So today was the party. That party that no one seemed to have a problem with, except, seems people had a problem with it.

The bags were dumb. The colors were ugly. Who the heck thought paint was a good idea? OMG, my kid stepped in ALL. THAT. PAINT. on that bag drying on the floor, someone is going to have to pay for my kid's shoes. We're going to Ella's brother's party because this party is so lame. Who the heck thought paint was a good idea?

The small toys I requested, only five parents brought them.

The gift cards....only six.

One mother did bring in a bunch of cupcakes even though I didn't ask for cupcakes and I guess I acted a little surprised because according to her child who announced to every one there, Adam's mommy is mean to my mommy. Excuse me for trying to decorate, dole out food, and keep paint off your precious child's skin and not shower you with undying love for those greasy cupcakes.

Dear Preschool Parents,

F*ck your damn cupcakes. If you don't give the school your real email address, then you won't get the party information, that just isn't my fault. That goes for all of you who swore you didn't get the email yet seemed to know exactly what time to be there and when the pizza would show up. If you don't like paint, don't let your kid squeeze it all out all over the place without your supervision. Stupid me, thinking you might help him at all. I'm sorry there were not enough oranges to go around, I told the orange lady to bring enough for fifteen, apparently she couldn't read. I'm sorry your kid wanted supreme pizza, I could only afford cheese because, FYI, I dished out close to $150 for that shitty party that next time YOU can organize.

Kiss it,

Adam's Mean Mommy who WON'T be working there next year.

P.S. Maybe teach your kid to watch where he's walking. I am not paying for his shoes.

Friday, May 14, 2010


I took the little kids to Chuck E. Cheese this morning. I know everyone hates it, but I don't really mind it. Of course, we go as soon as they open, stay an hour, and flee before the rest of the world decides to join us. Today, we were the only customers there the entire time. It was nice. I could plug coins into the casino slot machines and not worry if my kids were out the door or eating off a stranger's table.


The casino slot machines weren't giving tickets. Oh, the tokens would fall and I'd land completely within the Spongebob block but instead of the fifty tickets I'd earned, only one would pop out. I changed machines figuring I'd found a busted one, but everyone of them did that. When I brought it to the attention of the serviceman/token counter/black-light-number checker because OH. MY. GAWD my world will quit turning if I don't have a paper ticket in which I can trade in for, oh I don't know, crap, he told me he'd get to it. I know for a fact there are no buttons to push in the back that fixes those things, I've chased Elizabeth back there plenty of times, but apparently, that's where you go to fix those things because I never saw that dude again.

So I scrapped the gambling because, really, gambling in a kid's joint sucks especially when the machines are tight.

I found Adam and Elizabeth on the rides in the bitty-kiddy section and joined them. I watched for a bit and realized that Bob the Builder was only singing about a quarter of the song he used to sing and the Teletubbies it only went as far as Tinky-Winky and shut right off. I remember her riding that back at Adam's party in January and going round and round while they sang about all FOUR of those crazy creatures and today she made two revolutions before the thing just stopped. In fact, the more I noticed the more I realized, the rides are a lot shorter, the tickets are a lot sparser, and the crap costs more.


Fifteen dollars worth of tokens were gone in no time. I guess if I'd done what the company was expecting me to do, I'd charged another cup full, but instead, we cashed in 80 tickets on a tootsie roll and a small tube of lip gloss.

At least that got us out of there before anyone else showed up.

So then I went to the Tar-Jay right next door. I wanted to use the coupon book they'd mailed me on some household items I needed. As usual, I got not only my cat litter and laundry detergent but also a Little Mermaid swim suit, a bunch of pool toys, and the cutest little pair of shoes for Elizabeth that she so totally did not need. So after the cashier rang up my purchases I handed her my seven coupons and watched while each and every one of them rang up 0.00 and then listened in confusion as the employee explained to me that it was just the way Target coupons do. When I brought to her attention that the total wasn't changing she tried to show me where it was, but no, it wasn't. And then she didn't know what to do so she called someone over to push a few buttons and then supposedly it took my coupons off but after further inspection, it only took a portion of each one. My $1.50 coupon turned out to be 57 cents and my dollar ones were 50 cents.

Boo. So that's how Target plays now huh?

Interesting, because it's the exact same way HEB has been playing as well. For years I could show up there and EVERYTHING would ring right and they'd take all my coupons and send me on my way. Now they make their own coupons for free things if you buy other things which I do LOVE but I've recently noticed that when I should be getting free sliced cheese at $1.99, my coupon will only take $1.50 off so, really, I'm not getting free cheese, I'm getting 49 cent cheese, which is still okay, but NOT the free cheese they advertise. This has happened every week for the past eight so I'm not thinking it's a random mistake.

I haven't been to Kroger in 2 months. I'm afraid to set foot in there.

You shouldn't have to bring pencil and paper and calculators and research your way through your weekly chores, but that's what it's become. I know all these companies are feeling the money crunch, but the dishonesty on their loyal customers is disgusting.

Vent over. Thank you. I will now return to my regularly scheduled Treasure Isle programming. Geez, don't get me started on those rock paths. Energy robbery.

FOUR posts in one week. I am back ya'll.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Week Two, Post Three

I found this in my draft file and it brought a chuckle. Who knew? I don't even remember writing it. The original date was 2/19/07.

OK, to answer the question that is on everyone's mind, because I get it at least once daily:

Am I hoping for a girl this time?

Well, gee, maybe. To be honest, this pregnancy is slipping by and there are moments of the day that, aside from the fact that I can't see my feet, I forget I am pregnant at all. I don't spend time dwelling on things because, basically, I don't have the time. This would explain the fact that my child will likely be nameless when it is born.

I really, really wanted a girl when I was pregnant with Jacob. So much so that I could think of nothing else. There was no way in hell I was giving birth to a boy, no matter how much my dad and husband wanted one, it would. not. happen. But, deep down I knew he was a boy. I dreamt about having a baby boy from the early weeks and couldn't shake them for anything. I told my husband the night before the "big" ultrasound that I would totally flip out if they told me it was a boy and to be prepared. Well, I didn't flip out exactly, but the blood rushed to my feet and I felt dizzy. I was not prepared. Good bye Grace, Hello Jacob. Yes, I was thrilled he was healthy and seeing his little face on that screen was wonderful, but he had the wrong parts, man, how was I going to deal with that? I eventually grew to like the idea and loved surrounding myself in baby blue (because you know I hate pink) and when my water broke eight weeks early I was just praying I gave birth to a living baby, it didn't matter at all what parts he possessed. Once I saw that kid, it didn't matter that he wasn't a girl. He was my child, a little person I brought into the world, and that was cool.

Now with Adam, well, I knew he was a boy before I got pregnant with him (cue the Twilight Zone tune). We struggled for months to have him and at one point we just gave up. We figured we were blessed to have one child when so many others continue to struggle and we were happy with that decision. Right after that I started having dreams of this little boy and, let me creep you out some more, he was usually with my dead roommate who would tell me in a round about way that she was watching my boy. Can I freak you some more? Adam reacts to her photos when he sees them, the same way he does with my sister or my mom. But, to get back on track, once we found out we were pregnant with Adam I had no doubt in my mind that he was a boy, so I never really gave much thought to having a girl. I just knew.

So we had our two kids. Our family was we thought. This child is truly a surprise in every way. I couldn't even begin to tell you what I think this baby will be. I had one dream months and months ago and even that was pretty vague. I guess my best educated guess is that it's a boy, just based on our track record, but I don't have any warm, fuzzy feeling about it. It is what it is, let's just hope it has a name.

So after six years of boydom, I have gotten good at it. I like Matchbox cars and I know every single Thomas story every written. I like overalls and muddy tennis shoes and buying truck pajamas. I like that I don't have to sit down and fix someone's hair in the morning. I like that they don't like pink.

Now, for the million dollar question: Do I want a girl? I don't know. I know I don't feel that fierce need for one like I did the first time. I do know I would love to know what our little girl would look like, but do I feel like I would miss out without her? Still, I don't know. I know my husband would love to walk his daughter down the aisle one day, but how are we guaranteed that she would even marry, or shoot, like men? I know I have a fantastic relationship with my mom and would like to duplicate that with my own child, but again, how is that a guarantee? Why can't I have a close relationship with my sons? I don't think gender needs to an issue there. Anyway, before I really get long winded, a girl would be great, but so would another boy. I have Abigail to help me with my girly girl fix so, maybe without her I would feel the greater desire for a girl, I don't know. I just know I want to survive my c-section with a healthy baby for the long haul. Case closed.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

25 More Things About Me....

Sick of it yet?

26. I am hopelessly addicted to wintergreen lifesavers. I go through a four pound bag a week. I chew them up like chips. My husband may divorce me over the little wrappers that end up all over our house.

27. I clean the whole house on Monday. It doesn't stay that way long though.

28. I still miss Guiding Light so much. I've started taking the kids out for walks between 2-3 because it is so strange to be inside without it on. I NEED someone to write a book or something to tell me what happens next.

29. I am a new Jodi Picoult fan. I have read Nineteen Minutes, Her Sister's Keeper, and Second Glance. I am currently working on her new one, House Rules. Slow start, but now I'm hooked. If you like her too, tell me what to read next.

30. I love, love, love my new neighborhood. I hope we live here forever.

31. If I get to pick the pizza toppings, I choose sliced garlic and onion.

32. I get a migraine headache every Tuesday. No idea why. I hate this because it leads me to....

33. LOST! I love LOST! I really wish, though, they'd kept it on Wednesdays because there are many times I have to tivo it because I have to go to bed due to the pounding migraine.

34. I also do my grocery shopping on Tuesday. Maybe this is why I have the migraines???

35. I really need blue gems on Treasure Isle. I'm on level 48 and addicted to it and I can't go any further until I get some blue gems.

36. I also like My Town and Country Life. I've had to schedule computer time and make myself stick to it or else I'll get sucked in all day and ignore my children.

37. I used to be a good swimmer, even passed the lifeguard testing when I was 14. The next summer I went to the pool with some new WV friends and one of the girls started horsing around and held me under the water for a very long time. She was stronger than me and I couldn't get loose from her. I honestly thought I would die there. After that I forgot how to swim. No joke. I'm not afraid of the water, I'll go under and stuff, but I can't swim the strokes or do the breaths or anything like that anymore. My husband says I'm just being stupid, but I tell ya, I can't swim anymore.

38. I love infants. I would have another baby if the thought of wrangling four kids wasn't so daunting. And if I weren't so dern old.

39. Which, btw, I am 41 years old. I feel about 23.

40. I cry every time I see the Toy Story 3 trailer at the beginning of our Princess and the Frog DVD. It just seems so wrong for Andy to be going to college.

41. I actually like Kate Gosselin. I read her books and I feel she's gotten a bad rap. You can disagree with me, most people do, but I don't care. Her husband, on the other hand. ASS.

42. I also like the Duggars. I keep hoping one of those girls will break out and go to college and just go crazy, but at the same time I want my kids to behave that well.

43. I am growing my hair long to donate it to Locks of Love.

44. I started watching All My Children recently. I kind of like it, I just need the back story. I don't get some of it.

45. I cried when Steve left Blue's Clues, but Joe turned out to be my favorite. I miss Joe AND Blue. The new Nick Jr. shows are awful.

46. My blood type is A+ but they kept typing me as A- when I had Elizabeth. I was supposed to go to a hematologist and have that checked out the week after she was born. Oops. Hope I don't get into an accident and need blood.

47. I can play the piano very well. I'd like to teach the kids to play, but we have no room or money for one.

48. I can also play the flute. I do have a flute but no one is interested in learning it.

49. I was going to major in piano at college but I knew instantly when I went to check out the school that I was never going to fit in with the artsy crowd so I switched majors. My dad was THRILLED! I switched to accounting. That lasted as long as it took me to realize how many math and econ courses I'd have to take. I then changed to elementary education and never looked back.

50. In the time it's taken me to write this I've eaten at least fifty wintergreen lifesavers.

Sunday, May 09, 2010

Is it Mother's Day?

I wouldn't know since we don't celebrate it in our house.

Or any other "Hallmark Holidays" for that matter.

And, oh yes, Christmas and birthdays are also Hallmark Holidays, at least according to my husband.

I don't need a special day to know my children love me. Even if they don't always express it, I know they appreciate what I do for them. The outstretched arms, the sticky kisses, the cries for Mommy in the middle of the night are enough for me. Really. I know they are not capable of putting together a nice breakfast or a fancy gift. But you know what? My husband is.

Eh, I know I could write a soliloquy of how my life is so fullfilled no gift could ever outweigh the joy I feel having birthed from my fruitful womb these little shining stars. Yada, yada, yada......Love. My. Kids. So. Very. Grateful.

But you know what, why do other women get to have a special day to lift them up while I have scrubbed two or our toilets, wiped two poopy butts, and cleaned up the kitchen all while my husband is having his usual Sunday morning off?


Why does my mother-in-law get eighty dollars worth of hand-delivered flowers while I'm told to skip the grocery trip this week because things are tight?

Derick's birthday always falls on our around Mother's Day. He says he doesn't need anything but every year I do something because what if this is the year he comes through on Mother's Day? What if I didn't have anything for him? So on Tuesday, my husband will open a brand new Blu-Ray player. Today, I will still take a shower with my two youngest children looking on. I will clean and tidy the house. I will prepare our lunch and our dinner. I will bathe the children. I will put them to bed.

And while I feel completely underappreciated as my husband's maid and nanny, I am completely sated with the love of my children.

And my mother.

I don't remember my dad ever celebrating this day with her. The only gifts she received were the hand made masterpieces toted lovingly home from school. She most likely cooked and cleaned for us on this day and never complained because that's just how she is. My mom. She rocks.

And aside from this post, I won't complain either. I'll smile as I'm mopping the floors and laugh when someone spills something on it five minutes later. I'll watch Gabba and play princesses and listen to never-ending stories about the current Lego creation. I will appreciate my children the way I know my mother appreciated us.

And that. Might be the biggest gift of all.

And it only took me 41 years to figure it out.

Happy Mothers Day to all ya'll!

Wednesday, May 05, 2010

100 More Things About Me

Twenty-five at a time.

That makes three posts this week. Boo-yah!

Does anyone say boo-yah anymore??

1. I do not wear a bra. I refuse to wear a bra. They are uncomfortable and ugly and I am too old to care what anybody thinks anymore.

2. I have a pair of shoes in my closet that I absolutely adore but I have never worn them because I like them too much to get them dirty.

3. I agreed to name my daughter Elizabeth because I heard the song "Beth" on the radio the morning of my c-section. I took it as a sign.

4. If there is Sunny Delight in my house, I will drink the entire jug within twelve hours. I don't know what it is about that stuff but I just can't stop drinking it if it's here. I think it's really orange crack.

5. I am probably the only person in America who liked New Coke.

6. Pepsi is my soda of choice. Coke makes my teeth hurt.

7. My kids have colors to me. I can't explain it. I guess it's their "aura". Jacob is orange, Adam is brown, and Elizabeth is lime green.

8. Land of the Lost was my favorite show as a child.

9. I had breakfast with Mary Poppins at Disney World because she's my favorite character. I was 23.

10. My fourth grade friend stabbed me in the thigh with a pencil. The graphite is still there.

11. I love blue cheese, green olives, and horseradish.

12. Our family had a dog for many years. It died March 4, 1993. My grandfather had a stroke March 4, 1998, and my son was born March 4, 2001 and my cousin's daughter died in a car accident March 4 of last year. I find this strangely coincidental.

13. I still wear my maternity clothes. Not because I have to but because they are comfortable.

14. I could eat butter with a spoon and I did as a child. I try to give it up but there is nothing greater than a ton of real butter on a slice of crusty bread.

15. I bite my fingernails. I cannot stop.

16. I knew Elizabeth would be a girl because I dreamt of her one night early in my pregnancy, although her name was Emma in the dream. I wanted to name her Emma but it doesn't sound good with our last name.

17. C3P0 is my favorite Star Wars character. I am telling you this because my son with his short attention span asks this of me ten times a day. I only have a favorite character now to shut him up.

18. I am a big Smiths fan. I still listen to them every day. Still. Does anyone even know who The Smiths are anymore?

19. I lived in this very town, right down the street from Jacob's school, when I was 2-4 years old.

20. I always overtip, even when the service is bad because my friend's were waitresses and they frequently got stiffed.

21. I bought my first tube of mascara about a month ago. I tried it once in the eighth grade and it flaked under my contacts so I never used it again. I figured since I don't wear the contacts much anymore I'd try it again. That and I had an awesome coupon. Why didn't anyone ever tell me before how great that stuff is?

22. I have seventy four tubes of lipstick. It's a sickness.

23. I used to live in zip code 23456 and thought that was extremely awesome. It hurt to give it up.

24. My old neighbors tried to get a restraining order against me for telling one of their kids I was going to tell his mama on him for hitting my four year old. Because, you know, I was threatening him. Yes. The neighbors were drunk.

25. I worked at Subway once. For five months during the semester I quit college to veg out at home with my stoopid old boyfriend. After my first 16 hour shift, I drove all the way back to Morgantown and enrolled for the next semester and once that started I rarely went home again. My dad got me that job. He knew what he was doing. Don't eat the Cold Cut Combos.

The first 100 are here. Remember when we all did these?

Monday, May 03, 2010

Embracing the Pink

When I became pregnant the first time, oh so many years ago, I loved to browse the baby stores and coo over the tiny little things. Bitty shoes, wee socks, shirts that barely covered my hand. sweet. And pink.

I came to realize shortly after our tell-all ultrasound that most of the stores cater to babies of the female persuasion. I cried that day making my way to the back of the store to the small wall of blue things. I felt like I was being sent for my consolation prize of overalls, baseball caps, and animal onesies. I finally chose a green creeper with matching socks covered in trains. Foreshadowing? It was the one thing in that store I had to have.

After Jacob was born I grew to like the blue side. Cars and monkeys and bulldozers and plaid drew me in. The best part? The sale racks were stuffed with boy clothes. I don't think I have ever paid full price for any since that very first creeper.

The day before Elizabeth was born, Derick and I went out to run some last minute errands. On our way home, I asked him to stop at my favorite children's store. I picked out some sweet blue monkey things and then I ventured over to the left side, a place I'd never been before. So. Much. Pink. And Purple. It was all so sweet, but neither have ever been one of my favorite colors. I half-heartedly chose one of them until I found a rack of an entire blue girl line that I adored. Good, beautiful, familiar blue. I bought them all and then handed my husband the receipt with the instructions to return them all before I got home with our third baby boy.

Who knew he'd have to wash them and bring them to us.

Those are still my favorite dresses.

There was no need to shop for Elizabeth early in her life because there were so many gifts, so many hand-me-downs. When I finally had to go out and get her something to wear it was so strange, yet thrilling. So much to choose from! So many colors! Pink!? Eh? Okay, it's not so bad.

Welcome to Elizabeth's closet:

I think I've learned to like the pink. Just a little.

In fact, I think I may have a problem.

It is more of a quest, but you CAN find girl clothes on sale. You have to look a little harder and be a little quicker, but trust me, they're there and the hunt is so much fun!

Hello. My name is Andria. And I'm girl-clothes-aholic. Please help me.

Sunday, May 02, 2010

Have You Missed Me?

Just nod and pretend you did.

It makes me sad when I log onto my blog and see I've written maybe one post each month this year. I have considered hanging it out to dry, but my daughter's birth is on here! The preschool years are here! All that old neighborhood drama is here! I can't just let it fade away like soap operas and Banana Snapple.

So I'm taking Mommy Daisy up on her May challenge.

Want to join us?

We're going to blog three times a week this month. Maybe now you'll finally find out how Jacob's acting debut turned out and my kids might get a decent birthday post.

This totally counts as the first one though, right?