Things I Love...

Makeup that actually matches my skin

I've been planning on trying Almay's smart shade foundation ever since a friend of mine, Megan, recommended it, but just never seemed to get around to it. Well, last night, after seeing they were throwing a concealer in for free, I splurged a little and finally bought it. If I had known how much I'd love it, I would tried it a loooong time ago.


So now, after all of these years, my mother, who has always been convinced I wear too light a shade of makeup, can rest assured that my foundation does, in fact, match my skin.

Fabulous Mommy Jewelry

Spencer, very uncharacteristically, surprised me with one of these (from here):

(mine, of course, has my children's names on it, with the girls' spelled out in the lowercase cursive (as shown) and Ezra's in tiny lowercase plain)

Can I just say how absolutely in love I am with this necklace...and of course with the guy that gave it to me ;)

Baby teeth

After 9.5 months of waiting, Scarlett finally has a tooth! yay! yay! yay! It's barely visible to the naked eye, but I promise it's there. A random old lady in JoAnn's noticed her half-tooth the other day and I could've just about kissed her (the fact that she thought my kids were adorable didn't hurt either). The downside of a tooth nubbin? Said nubbin can cut the skin while nursing and cause much infection, swelling and pain. yep...it hurt like h*ll.

(please excuse her mowgli-ish appearance, it had been a long day)

Georgia is also fiiiinally getting her bottom canine teeth in. Her top ones have yet to make an appearance. I'm very relieved. I was beginning to worry she was part of a select group of kids our pediatrician mentioned that just never get some of their baby teeth in...you know the kind, 'round here we fondly refer to them as Okies.

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Sleeping in on Sunday mornings

My husband is sweet enough to often let me sleep in on Sunday mornings. This is always much appreciated. Well...almost always. When I wake up to this, I can't say I wouldn't have preferred to supervise.

If you don't recognize it, Ezra is pouring his own pancakes
(there's that face of Georgia's again...)

As is obvious, Scarlett loooves her yogurt

My daughter, the Art Historian

Background: as some of you might know, I studied Art History while in college. Art is a *huge* passion of mine and the mere sight or sound of a beautiful piece makes my soul lighter and brighter. When I doubted the usefulness of my chosen major at school, I reassured myself that in teaching my children to appreciate art, I'd be doing them a great service and that one day, hopefully, one or more of my children would be as dedicated to the humanities as I am (preferably one that doesn't actually have to work to support their family ;).

Fast-forward to a visit to one of Kansas City's finest (not to mention FREE) art museums, the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art. We were walking around the grounds (also known as the Kansas City Sculpture Park), looking at a piece done by sculptor Henry Moore, Relief No. 1.



This extremely abstract piece is a depiction of a woman standing with her weight on her left hip and her right knee jutting forward. The viewer usually cannot just see the woman in the piece and Moore intended it that way. He desired to have an intentional ambiguity of form and expressed that desire when he said that the “non-logical, instinctive, subconscious part of [the viewer’s] mind must play a part” in understanding the piece.

Anyway, leave it to my two year old, to walk up and immediately recognize the sculpture as a naked woman. Georgia looked at the sculpture, looked at me, and asked, "Why she naked? She have no clothes! That's silliness, Mommy." To double check, I asked Georgia to point out the lady's knee to me, and sure enough, she pointed out both with no problem and then went on and pointed out her torso. We then discussed the location of the rest of her body parts. While I realize it was most definitely a fluke, that one conversation absolutely made my day.

WooHoo for making it through another one of my uber-posts! Have a fabulous day!

I promise I have a big ol' post brewing in my mind...but in the meantime, here's a little humor to carry you through.

http://www.pampers.co.uk/en_GB/video/babyseyes.jsp

I know, I know, you actually have to click on the link, but I promise, it'll be well worth your time.

I love you.

For my husband, on our 5th anniversary, I'm listing 5 of your little-known talents:

1-You have mad watermelon-pickin' skills. Fellow customers come to you for advice, simply because of the aura of watermelon knowledge you put off.

2-You make fab-u-lous omelets that you go all out with-mushrooms, tomatoes, sauteed onions...the works.

3-You make absolutely delicious homemade bread and cookies. If I ever bring cookies to a church or social event, it's usually because you made them. Your ginger snaps, in particular, are amazing.

4-You're the best Boggle player I've ever met in my life. It's crazy.

5-You're nearly always right. seriously. I can count on less than ten fingers how many time you've been dead wrong in the last 5 years. This is not necessarily a skill I appreciate, yet one I'm almost always in awe of.

I love you my dear. I knew 5 years ago that I got the better half of this deal, and it's still true today. You are the love of my life, my better half, my best friend. Happy Anniversary. You have made me truly the luckiest wife in the world.

Just call me Kermit

Last week I bought my very first reusable shopping bag.


I was at one of those darn European stores who hold their plastic bags hostage for money. It's our closest (and more importantly, our cheapest) grocery store, so after toying with the idea at each encumbered visit, I figured I'd bite the bullet, make like Nike, and just do it. At least it was one of those jumbo ones so I can break my back trying to carry in 4 jugs of milk into the house at the same time.

I'm already being tempted by the siren of fabulous reusable bags I hear calling my name...you can find some fun ones here and here. (But let's be honest...heaven knows I'll probably choke before I spend more than a buck or two on a grocery bag. *sigh*)


This morning, I spent a good chunk of the morning looking into our local recycling program. They have curbside pick-up here and even give you the oh-so-attractive blue bins shown below. yay! for not having to go and drop it off yourself.

All this eco-friendly time-suckage has made me wonder if I haven't turned a pale shade of lime green *gasp*

Do not fear, dedicated reader, I still have a looong way before you find me in birkenstocks, eating granola, and hugging trees.