Monday, March 29, 2010

mean, mean mommy.

Apparently, I am a mean, mean mommy.

This was taken this afternoon during Scarlett's very first time out ever. The little imp wouldn't stop opening the dishwasher while it was running. I was standing right there telling her no and she was all smirky about it. So, onto the counter she went. Just call me a dream crusher (a la Spencer). Or, as Ezra prefers, plain ol' evil works too.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

For your information...

Announcement:

I realized something the other day as I was skimming through past blog posts...my children look like they have big noses in nearly every single picture I take. So...I'm here to clarify. Let it be known that my children do NOT have large schnozes. They just typically type their heads up whenever they see me whip out that camera, which, in turn, ends with me taking a picture up their nostrils. So, while they don't have this adorable little bump on their face with two tiny holes (*cough*Ella*cough*), they also don't have the big ol' fat noses that their pictures would lead one to believe. For a better representation of their noses, refer to their pictures in the left sidebar. A more talented photographer then I took those much more accurate portraits.

Thank you for your time. That is all.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

life in a nutshell

I'm feeling particularly un-motivated and so, instead of an actual cohesive post, you get a few random pictures for kicks and giggles. Enjoy.

Here's a fab elastic waist skirt I made recently. Tutorial found here. Seriously one of the easiest, quickest sewing jobs e.v.e.r. Even for a slow-as-a-snail crafter like me. (ps-my sister Stephanie suggested a trim of black ric-rack on the bottom. Would that not make it even more retro-fabulous?)

je t'adore mon amour. *sigh*
Here's a picture for you of it on me so you get a sense of how it fits. I made it longer then you typically see in stores because I wanted to be able to wear it sans leggings to church and in the heat of the summer. Now I just have to remember to bend with the knees versus the hips or else I'll be flashing everyone my whites. (don't ya just love the glowing boobs you get with a flash on your camera and a thin shirt?)


Georgia's been begging to have her ears pierced the last couple of months ever since she found out her stylin' cousin Ella had something sparkly in her lobes. A week and a half ago, Spencer finally caved (needless to say, I took no convincing). Here's the result:

(focus on that tiny purple dot in her earlobe)

Georgia adores her new "holes in her ears for earrings"...but is not so thrilled with the twice-daily wrestlings...err...cleanings. I'm not so thrilled with them either. Nor the fact that they're going to last for the next 4.5 weeks. blah.

As requested, here is a picture of my semi-new haircut (I've had it for about a month now). I'm in love with it. I love how fresh and young it looks. I got to keep my hard-earned length but I got some (very difficult to attain) volume back with all the layers. yay! yay! for that!

On the first day of spring (last Saturday, the 20th, for those of you not in the know), we had a random, not necessarily wanted, snowstorm. The kids, of course, had to go out for a last winter hurrah. As I traditionally choose not to go out for even a first winter hurrah, I stood on the doorstep taking pictures.


Last weekend, Spencer and I stole away for our very first completely child-free, absolutely alone (that would mean none of Spencer's siblings sharing the room) over-nighter. Complete heaven. So fabulous, in fact, I refuse to let another four years and three kids slip by before we do it again. Huge kudos to my wonderful husband for the belated V-day gift.

We stayed at this hotel


...in this room


...with this coupon found here helping foot the bill (in case you're wondering, you can skip the movie and save the tickets for later. If I want to spend some time with my hottie in the dark on my only mowgli-free night, I don't necessarily want it to be in a over-crowded movie theater).

And that is our life of late in a nutshell. Have a fabulous day!

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Public Service Announcement: this is an extremely long post

I know, I promised you a brand-spankin' new uber-post "tomorrowish,"...well...nearly no one commented on the last post so I was withholding the next post as punishment. so there. Now that y'all've been in virtual time-out for an acceptable length of time, we can move on to bigger and better things...

Public Service Announcement: this is an exxxtreeemly long post. You won't hurt my feeling at all if you don't make it through...especially the drive home novel at the end.


As I mentioned in an earlier post, Georgia will often whine and complain about her curly hair. So, one day I straightened it. I thought she'd scream and scratch like she does through most hair-doings, but she didn't. She sat perfectly still and waited for the forever long time it took me to flatten out all those curls. Here's the end result:



craziness, huh? She was thrilled with the result, but after hearing how many people preferred her blond spirals, she was pleased with her curly hair for a week or so. She's now back to whining about the corkscrews once again, though.

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As some of you know, we made a trip out to Utah at the beginning of March. It wasn't a very long visit (we were only there for 7.5 days, not including driving days), but we scrunched a lot in and definitely made the most of it!

Temple Square

(The kids were super-excited to see the Salt Lake Temple. They recognize it in pictures and know it's the temple that Mimi and Grandad were married in)

The mandatory "silly picture"

Don't you just loooove how sitting flat makes your thighs look huge :P

Ice Fishing with Daddy, Grandpa, and Uncle Isaac

Mossy Cave hike at Bryce Canyon
Georgia and Grandpa
He claimed she didn't like him much. I claim that she wouldn't have tolerated being within 10 feet of him if she didn't like him much.

(if you're wondering what's going on with Gee's winter finery, she's stuffed into a size 18 mo snowsuit and we threw a pair of my socks on to keep her legs warm over her tights, Spencer thinks they look like knickers and I'd have to agree.)

video

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After we left Bryce Canyon (Spencer's extended family has a big ol' family reunion there every March-ish), we headed home. We had checked the roads, were supposed to stay ahead of all storms and arrive home in an easy 17 hours plus an extra hour or so for stops. Oh, if only it was that easy...

Part I

We usually make the trip in a single day, but as the reunion finished up Sunday afternoon, we figured we'd get a head start and made it to Grand Junction, CO (about a 12 hour drive from Kansas City) and spent the night in a little motel there. I could go on and on about the shady motel we stayed in...well...actually, I think I will. It was that bad. The beds were teeeeny-tiny. They claimed they were full, but someone must've been smoking somethin'. One could more accurately call them overweight twins. I found it hilarious that they kept the phones unplugged, because heaven forbid they keep them plugged in continuously and waste that extra .50c in power (it's greener that way, I know, I know, but I sincerely doubt that was their motivation). The place was so cheap they didn't even provide an alarm clock, or any type of clock for that matter. I guess they expect guests to provide their own or something? Ezra kept on yelling as he jumped from bed to bed (which were crazy-close together because of the itsy-bitsy room), "9 dollar beds! 9 dollar beds!" (they had 6s on them for Motel 6) and he honestly wasn't all that far from the truth. Oh, and the walls! They had to be made from cardboard, I swear it. I got to listen to our next door neighbors discuss, in great detail, how cute the pizza delivery boy was. word. for. word. The coup de grace, however, was the fact that the room, which was "officially" Non-Smoking, still included an ash tray! They made sure to turn it over and put a "no smoking" sticker on the back, lest the guest became confused and thought the ash tray was actually for ash. I guess if you're going to smoke in a Non-Smoking room, be a doll and use the ash tray provided, m-kay?

Part II

We headed out from Grand Junction, CO at 6:00 that next morning on I-70, but had to turn around at Glenwood Springs (about 2 hours into the trip) because of the massive rock slide which had torn up the road. At the time of the road block, the people directing traffic didn't seem to know much of what was going on and just told us to "stay close for updates." Hearing that, we killed about an hour and a half at the local Tar-jay and checked back for news. This time, the road man sang the same song, but when we pressed for more details, he estimated that it wouldn't be open until the next day, at the absolute earliest. At that point, we immediately turned around, working our way back to Grand Junction, the entire time driving into the storm we were trying to avoid. At 11:00am, we headed south of Grand Junction on a little highway in the hopes of circling around the rock slide on I-70 and meeting back up with it by way of Colorado Springs. So, through the mountain passes into a snow storm we headed...

Part III

...which of course for any of you familiar with mountain passes and snow storms, is not a very bright idea. At about 2:15ish that afternoon, we met, once again, with a road block. This time, however, it was because of stuck cars, loads of snow, and wrecks ahead. We stopped at the nearest town, which happened to be the itsy-bitsy, blink and you miss it town of Sargents, Colorado. It consisted of, from what we could tell, a single convenience store/bar combo. So, into the bar we went (yep..."a baby...in a bar"...name that movie). We were lucky and there were a few tables in a side room that we could chill at. The bartender/owner was even sweet enough to stick us at the biggest one there, despite the fact that the rest of the place was quickly filling up with other waylaid travelers. We were also very lucky that they had wi-fi (so we could keep up with weather and road updates). I found it a little humorous that the town was too small for cell phone reception, but not for wi-fi. It would seem that AT&T's "more bars in more places" doesn't really apply to the mountains of Colorado. Anyway, we hung out for about 2.5 hours waiting for the pass to open and consuming hot chocolate. Thank heavens for that cute little understanding bartender. The woman had a heart of gold and endless patience with my rowdy mowglis. We tried to give her a generous tip, but she wouldn't even accept a single dollar of it. I hope, one day, I can be as fabulous as her...well...minus the smoker's cough and whole bartender thing. Anyway, after the pass opened, we made it to Colorado Springs in one piece (although just barely, the roads were hor-ib-le) at about 10:00pm, a good three hours after we were planning on being in Kansas City, and spent one more night in Colorado.

Part IV

The next day...well...the last day the drive was just awful. The girls were near hysterics most of the day and Ezra kept on throwing things at my head. The final irony...the two closest exits to our house had construction, forcing us to drive an extra 10 minutes out of our way. Our total trip time, not including Target, bathroom, or bar breaks was 22.5 hours, a full 5.5 hours driving time longer then it should have. We're not even going to begin to add layover time in there.

Now onto the pictures of our adventure...

No, we do not let our children hang out in our car footloose and fancy free. This was while we were chillin' in the parking lot trying to figure out what to do.



The person voted MOST Desirable To Get Stuck In the Mountains With:
(isn't he a handsome devil?)

The people voted LEAST Desirable To Get Stuck In the Mountains With:
A sign outside the bar

Nothin' like hot chocolate on a cold, snowy day, even if you are stuck 778 miles away from home.

I'm sensing a trend going on with pictures of Georgia, are you? Let's just say she didn't particularly enjoy the drive home much.

Readin' books...because, honestly, other then look at dead animals tacked to the wall, that's just about all there was to do.

The line of cars waiting to go over the pass right after it opened.

Going over Monarch Pass. Elevation: 11,312 feet

Lastly...Georgie made us all laugh when, after whining for the entire last day of the drive, not a half hour after we got home, she decided to buckle herself into our spare car seat in the living room. The crazy lady.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

The Half-way House Post

Horribly sorry for the delay, my poor neglected readers, but alas, it could not be helped. I've been out of town (again) and so you'll just have to make due with the lapse of blogging. Never fear, though, I'll be making it up to you with another massive, major, ginormous, uber-post tomorrow-ish. In the meantime, here's a couple of things I've been meaning to share...

First off, a huge THANK YOU to one of my best girlfriends, Kristin, for recently giving me this most fabbity-fab award (...drum roll please...)

As a recipent of said award, I have to do these 7 steps...

1. Thank the person giving you this award.
2. Copy the award to your blog
3. Place a link to their blog
4. Name 7 tidbits people don’t know about you from reading your blog.
5. Nominate 7 Bloggers.
6. Place a link to those Bloggers.
7. Leave a comment letting those Bloggers know about the award.

So here we go...

7 Things You Probably Don't Know About Me (and probably would, frankly, rather not)

1. Growing up, I had horrible penmanship. It was just messy and not super-cute (which, in Middleschoolland, with its abundance of hearted "i"s is kind of a big deal). My sisters used to tease me about it all the time. In fact, I wasn't even allowed to write on the family calendar until I was like 16. To be honest, it hasn't changed much since. I still have one of the most illegible forms of handwriting I know (boys not included). I can count on one hand how many people can read my writing without much struggle (my mother-in-law is not included in that list).

2. Dirty ears bother me. wax, dead skin, gunk in general. all of which gross me out in the extreme. clean them out, people!

3. I don't bother picking up most outside toys. As you can get a bag of shovels and pails for a grand total of $3 at the Great and Spacious Building (ie Walmart), it's just not worth the hassle during those hot summer days. My husband, on the other hand, gets yelled at for leaving out the lawn mower.

4. My girls don't leave the house without some kind of bow in or their hair pulled up. End of discussion. I figure at least having their hair done will make us look a little less trashy. I do have 3 kids very close together, I'm very young, their clothes probably have juice and jelly down the front, and I will most likely be yelling at them at any given time, but by gum there's a bow in their hair.

5. I don't buy pants very often. I'll buy 2 dozen shirts before I'll buy a single pair of pants. It's hard to find a cute pair that fits and they're nicht so cheap. As that's the case, they simply don't get bought.

6. I've never owned a black half slip. I never bothered buying one as a teenager, but I've wanted one since I got married (garments stick to skirts and I don't want them showing if it has a slit). I've always meant to get one, but 5.5 years later, I'm still somehow black slip-less.

7. I majored in Art History while in college, but before that wanted to be a social worker. Sometimes, when I contemplate going back to school, I toy with the idea of changing my major to social work.

Now for my nominations...
Stephanie (although this one reeeally needs to update *hint hint wink wink*)
Liberty
Megan N.
Aubrey W.
Heather
Coty
Kristin K.

On an ending note, is this not the sexiest song ever? I love how it's sensual and intimate while still avoiding the overtness and crassness that's so common in today's music. The line alone, "keep your clothes on, I've got all that I can take..." is enough to make me all heavy-lidded and come hither-y. There's something about it that just makes me want to slow dance in the dark, barefoot in the kitchen.