so here's the thing

I would love to show you pictures from our Friday day at the park with Nate and his friend Nash. It was such a great day weather-wise and company-wise. I would have loved to capture via digital the boys eating rocks and sticks and giggling at each other like MAD every time we said the word YUCKY.

But I have no pictures.

I would love to show you pictures from the Zac Brown Band concert friday night (1. because it was awesome. and 2. because we were THERE.) I would love to show you pictures of our pre-dinner double date at the oh-so-delicious Sticky Fingerz Rock n Roll Chicken Shack. I would love to show you pictures of my cowboy boots and us jumping up and down during a song about fried chicken and cold beer. I would love to show you a picture of our post-concert Kroger run for more beer (like we needed it), frozen pizza (now we did need that), and collasal peanuts (in that order.) i would love to show you pictures of us waltzing in to our house to wake up a sleeping sweet Melissa who so nicely took care of Nate for us. I would love to show you pictures of myself passed out on Nate's batman couch on the middle of my living room floor. (i am confident this would have made QUITE the picture of maternal responsibility.)

But, alas, I have none.

I would love to show you pictures from our little family's Saturday (Karl took the early shift after aforementioned passing out.). We hit the park, snuggled in bed, and tried a new restaurant.

But, nope, no pictures HERE either.

I would love to show you pictures from Sunday. I would love to show you Nate gobbling up pizza with his Uncle Matt. Or I would show you the wonderful spread of food at our friendsgiving party at the St.John/Short household. I would love to show you some food coma pictures of our friends - eyes closing, jeans unbuttoned, moaning and groaning (isn't that just the picture of thanksgiving? yep, pretty sure that's what the Pilgrims envisioned.) I would love to show you pictures from a worship service Karl and I went to - we had drinks, we listened to music, we talked about connecting with each other and with our city.

But, ah, I am sure you are seeing the pattern now - no pics of any of that either.

All my camera has to show from this crazy busy week and weekend? Three frames of Nate in the bathroom climbing on the toilet. Um, what? I mean, it is where he was born and all BUT this is simply unacceptable. PARTICULARLY b/c my goal of the week was to TAKE MORE PICTURES of things other than my child. (::headdesk::) i have been scrolling back through my old photos (mostly for upcoming way back wednesday posts that i somehow always manage to MISS!) and there are tons and tons of group shots and silly shots. we still attend these group events. we still love all the same peoples (and many more new ones!). NEED pictures. STAT. when i am old and gray, I don't want to forget ONE of your PRECIOUS faces. Sometimes we get so busy BEING we forget to commemorate I guess!

i hope everyone had just as wonderful of a weekend (and managed to capture at least a little of it via camera?).

dear internet doctor friends (yep that's you!)

I need help with a diagnosis, my internet pseudo-docta friends.

I have been having this problem for awhile now. (like, uh, months.) (maybe 4? 5?)

It all began when I left my wedding rings off one summer day (oh glorious summer sun I miss you and your tan-giving, cancer-causing rays) and my ringline (which was a nice, pale white) got sunburned. Me? Tan. Ring Finger? Burned in a perfect line. It itched. It peeled. It went away (mostly). I finally put my rings back on. And THIS happened:

and keeps happening over and over and over. i leave them off, let it heal, put them back on, and BAM. Bright, angry red ringline. HEEEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. i have worn those rings (both are white gold) for years without so much of an itch.

SO BASICALLY what i want you to tell me is: 1. i don't have to see a doctor 2. it will go away!

no, really, what should i do?

(i know this is a VERY exciting saturday night post. weekend recap will, in fact, be more entertaining (hopefully!)

illness and the antm finale

Wednesday is our standing girls night/antm watch party. I would like to share last nights menu:

ahem.

feta cheese dip, cream cheese and dill dip, fried green beans, beenie weenies, two little ceasers pizzas, sweet potatoes casserole, pimento cheese dip, banana pudding, chocolate peanut butter pie, pumpkin cake/bread, a few boxes of chinese food (eggrolls!), and, um, is that all?

It was the best. I adore random potluck style, uh, meals (?) where no one talks about what they are going to bring. Big Fat Win.

AND it was a killer episode of ANTM to round out a super boring cycle of a show most people have stopped watching. (we are die hard! cycle 13 ya'll!)

I am recovering from some sort of illness of the throat, ears, head variety. Being sick with a very healthy, very active child is quite the challenge. (the STOP CLIMBING ON THE TABLE! commands have become very half hearted from my position of sad on the couch.) When i get sick (and, honestly, i'm not really sick sick just a little sickish.) i just want the world to leave me alone so i can curl up and sleep for two days. Then, I want to wake up, eat an entire Skeezers pizza, and shower. Then, I'm golden. Good to go. Good as gold. Ready to get back on the horse. Back in the game. Back in business. Uh, Back in the saddle? Ready to run? (What cheesy catch phrases am i missing here?)

how could you not want another of these guys

thanks for all the babylove comments on my pregnancy thoughts... i like to document thoughts like those so i can laugh at myself five kids down the line (teasing!). we had a pretty low key weekend here in the great state of arkansas. we didn't get a whole lot accomplished, but it felt nice...kind of like the calm before the storm. (the storm being HOLIDAY TRAVELING MADNESS!)

this weekend we did have:

one skinned elbow... blood and everything! there's a cute little scab!
one slip in the bathtub resulting in a head bonk.
one scraped knee - more of the strawberry variety.
one basketball to the face.
a variety of other trips and tumbles.

i wouldn't say GRACE is his strong suite.

i'm getting much better at just cringing when these tumbles occur; though some of them still make my heart pitter patter unnaturally. i try desperately (and often fail) to let go of some of my, uh, over protectiveness when it comes to little running man. he is still somewhat of a cautious little fellow, but these days it feels like he throws caution to the wind more often! UP ON THE COUCH! TO THE TOP OF THE SLIDE! RUN RUN RUN RUN AWAY FROM MOMMY!

we are working hard on boundaries and safety issues, but, uh, gulp. please god keep away the gushing blood and broken bones, uh, forever, or, well, at least another few years. i think i MIGHT be ready to handle it then.

also, please enjoy that first picture IMMENSELY and tell me how awesome it is because i had to LITERALLY sit in dog shit to get it. like, it was on my pants. the POOP was on the seat of my pants. (clearly, i didn't HAVE to sit in it; it was a cleverly-placed surprise!) thanks neighbors! if your dog finds it's way under my tires next week, SO SORRY! (clearly, i would never deliberately hurt their GD dog so don't get your panties in a bunch, but COME ON. who lets their dogs POOP in other peoples yards? and, yes, i am positive it is their dog.) Dog, Gun, Bang. (again, that was a joke people but i do want it OUT OF MY FRONT YARD WHERE I PLAY WITH MY ONE YEAR OLD.)

ahem. that got a little more ranty than anticipated.

anyway, our holiday storm begins sooner rather than later:

this coming week we have a concert, two birthday parties, two friendsgivings, and then on to the REAL turkey day. i am holding off on any christmas decor until after thanksgiving. we are contemplating the tree issue - i mean, is it even feasible to think that nate won't pull the tree down on his head or break/remove every ornament i attempt to place? we don't believe in fake trees, so i guess we have time to decide!

my bloggity bloggy blog goal is to take more pictures - and not just of Nate - this holiday season, so hopefully i will have some new fotos to share soon!

IM IN FULL ON OVER EXERCISE MODE

ALL THE ENDORPHINS ARE MAKING ME TYPE REAL LOUD.

IM REAL AFRAID I AM GOING TO BECOME THAT GIRL.... THE ONE WHO CANT STOP BRAGGING/TALKING ABOUT HER WORKOUTS.

sorry, i'll tone it down.

here's the thing about me: i HATE to diet. ok, it's not that i hate it, i simply SUCK at it. i don't think i have EVER done it successfully. (i'm not sure i have ever even tried that hard.) when it comes to food i have ZERO self control. (that's not entirely true.) and ZERO desire to do things like COUNT CALORIES or ADMIT MY PORTION SIZE might be a little, ah, SKEWED. additionally, i am not a big fan of sweets (I KNOW!) so things like candy and chocolate and ice cream sit untouched in our house for months. for some reason i feel like this gives me a free pass to eat all the soda and chips and bread i desire (SAAAAAALTY YUM YUMS.) in mass quantity. (oh. and cheese. mmmmmm cheese.) (and and and BEEEEEEEER.)

(maybe that is why i can't fit in the jeans i bought three months postpartum. who loses all their baby weight and then gains 10 or so back!? THIS GIRL!)

so when i'm feeling a little squishy, I MUCH PREFER TO OVER EXERCISE!! (like a lot.) (this morning i ran three miles and then at lunch i went to a cardio sculpt class which included a mile run as, ahem, a warmup.) i rejoined my old gym and re-started classes (gah - i love classes! group workouts are where it's AT!) this week to get me in full swing.

(i won't tell you about the part where i can barely sit down on the toilet b/c it HURTS SO BAD.)

(and that i can hardly pick up nate without cringing.)

(or that my abs may or may not be broken.)

(or that i totally love it when i am SUPAsore like that and get to creak around all day complaining and then slather myself in nasty ass icy hot and taco up in the covers to feel the burn!)

(this is the part where i tell you a secret, internet and friends!)

(and i won't even use parenthesis.)

(are you ready?)

(sure?)

OK, OK:

karl and i have been (shhhhhhhhhhh) discussing the POSSIBILITY of another baby in 2010... well, maybe another baby but more likely another pregnancy in 2010 and a baby in 2011. we are just talking about it, mulling it over, trying to decide if this is the "RIGHT TIME" (HA!). i will say this: he is waaaaaaaaaaay more ready than i am. (shocking i know since it's my body that gets to do all the basting and, uh, expanding and then all that sweating and pushing.)

anyway, hence the increased motivation as of late! i refuse to give up my body (cause that is what you do.) as is. REFUSE. plus, i want to be able to work out during my next pregnancy as much as my first. and I was in MUCH better shape first go round.

so, there it is, friends. I SAID IT OUT LOUD. i might possibly kind of sort of maybe a little bit be ready to think about this whole pregnancy thing more seriously! (ish.)

what do you think? we'll make another cute kid, right? i'm thinking it's a boy.

don't you do it

the minute you put a blog up about your dog never knocking your child down and your child going to sleep like a dream, two things inevitably happen the next day. 1. dog... BAM...baby on his butt. 2. big crocidile tears from the nursery before nap AND nighttime...extra snuggling required!

that'll teach me.

naterpataternatertatertot, er, nate

JESUS this kiddo just gets more FUN each and every single day. the deeper entrenched i get in this whole parenting gig, the more i think: this is so much harder/easier than i thought it would be! i think the age Nate is right now (16 months, 1 week, 4 days in case you have forgotten... which i know, of course, you wouldn't!) is such a challenge and such a joy. Gah... the whining... gah... the throwing of the food/ball/sippy...gah... the getting up early... gah...the nasty, nasty nappies...gah... the fits... gah...the inability to wash one's own hands/dress one's own body....gah... the faceplants into the floor (ok, admittedly, those are mostly funny). BUT OH... the joy:

i mean, who gets this jazzed about a Sonic drink?

For your Sunday (er, Monday morning? Tuesday?) reading pleasure, I'm going to attempt a few Nate-isms as of late:

Nate wakes up like clockwork at 6 a.m. It matters not what time he goes down (generally around 7:30 or 8 p.m.). When he wakes, he says "da-dee da-dee" over and over and over and over, occasionally punctured by the sound of the mattress crinkling as he holds onto the crib rail and JUMPS over and over and over and over until karl goes into get him. (clearly, he has figured out "mama mama" is NOT the morning person!) (also, he's in a REAL big daddy phase.)

Nate goes down for both naps and nighttime like a dream. (Well, in his crib anyway... out of town or in our bed is a whole other story! He has never been a good co-sleeper like i dreamed he would be... too thrashy...wants his own space.) I hope he never figures out how to escape artist out of his crib b/c i have NO IDEA how we are going to get him to sleep in an actual bed without falling out 14 times a night.) Generally, there are either no tears or a minute or two of whining, and then he is out. (I still do turn on the white/wave noise of his Sleep Sheep!) There are no more bottles (wah for me!). The removal of his bedtime bottle (about two weeks ago) was nothing. He didn't even appear to notice. He still has a little milk before nigh-nigh and will only drink out of the straw-sippys - that is how he has always been. I don't mind but they are kind of a bitch to clean!

Nate still eats pretty much anything (except tomatoes) that we put in front of him. His current favorites are pumpkin muffies from panera (ha!), waffles, chicken fingers, mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, yogurt, cantaloupe, mandrin oranges, apples, corn, uh, cheese, and, uh, pretty much whatever. we are working on using forks and spoons. he likes them but isn't quite there yet. he will give them up after a few minutes in favor of his fingers. (also he smashes his jelly toast violently to his face and gobbles it from the inside out. it's REAL cute.)

I could not even begin to list the words and concepts Nate is grasping. Yesterday, we were reading a book with a picture of a football in it and football was also on the tv. He pointed at it, said fou-ball and turned around and pointed at the tv. It was a pretty cute little connection. He can tell you his name (which sounds like "NAH") when asked (well, depending on the asker) and will hold up one finger when you ask him how old he is. He giggles when you ask him his age...he thinks that question is particularly hilarious as he did it last wednesday at our weekly girls night at the house and all us girls went bananas laughing and cheering for him.

Nate will pick up a "bu" (book), bring it over to me or karl, turn around and scoot his little butt backward into our lap. Such a big kid! We have been reading a lot as usual. Any book with a do-ggie in it (Biscuit goes to the Pumpkin Patch! Where is Clifford! Go Dog Go!) is assured to be a winner. Most dogs these days are referred to as Arlo - apparently it's an easy name for Nate to say, so all dogs (and some cats) are "arlo arlo." Generally, the second thing Nate says when he awakens is "arlo arlo." To credit him, Arlo does let Nate hug him and kiss him and occasionally crawl all over him, and never once has knocked Nate down (even accidentally in the yard!) or moved so much as a muscle as Nate does it.

Nate is REAL INTO helping us with chores, which is both a blessing and a curse. He will follow both of us around to "help." He feeds the dogs ALMOST on his own. And by that I mean he mostly drops dog food EVERYWHERE and the dogs run around after him panting b/c Nate prefers to feed them kernel by kernel (kernel? nugget? pieces?) while running around carrying their bowls and laughing.

He loves playing ba-ball (basketball) as we have a net on our street. This entails him carrying the ball to the net and handing it to me to shoot baskets. It's quite fun. Honestly, I am pretty sure Nate could spend every waking minute outdoors. In the past week, we have definitely been OUT more than in which makes me REAL scared for winter. (Park date, anyone? We prefer Allsop if you're local!)

He goes to Mother's Day Out on Mondays and I do, uh, other stuff. It's nice to be apart. I won't lie, I sometimes fantasize about being at work (especially since Karl has started something new and exciting - JEALOUS!) or doing a million other things I could be doing without Nate attached. And sometimes I think, depending on the opportunity, things might change, (who knows! i like both working and staying home!) but, overall, I feel good about where we are right now.

I MEAN LOOK AT THIS GOOFBALL GOOBER FACE (oh, yes, goofball goober. i'm trying to replace things like FUCKING ADORABLE and such as Nate, ahem, becomes my little parrot. Erm, wish me luck! My next Nate-ism's might include Nate's first curse word(s)!)

god i miss the bacon

two years ago TODAY we were living (for four glorious days!) in a private villa (spoiled!) in puerto vallarta with a cook and a bartender and open air showers and potties (imagine peeing with THIS view!) and hot tubs and rack of lamb and mosquito netted beds and piles of delicious bacon every morning. we were there for this beautiful, gorgeous wedding:

(look: tan! skinny! smiley! well rested!) (i'm sure we had our complaints at the time!)

today i wished jenny and jeff a wonderful anniversary, and we reflected on the massive amount of wonderful, positive changes (Baby Nate! Baby Maddox!) that have taken place in our little lives since then! it's both hard and easy to believe that nate was just a little sesame seed at the wedding (oh the nausea!) (i think PV may have been the root of my mexican food aversion while pregs!)

the recent weeks alone have proven to be a HUGE transitional time for many of us:

ahem:


Jenny just started a new job this week, Brooke and Paul are about to burst out a baby (well, i guess Baby Parker will be doing the bursting), Melissa officially set a date for her impending LA move (one way ticket PURCHASED PEOPLE!), Karl is in the first week of his new job for our family... it's been a big few weeks! i know i have talked to all of these girls recently (er, okay, today! one in person, one via phone, and one via gchat) and we have all been semi-negative about this or that or the other everyday thing (what can i say? it's fun to bitch!) BUT THESE ARE SOME EXCITING, AMAZING times and it makes me hap-hap-happy to share my times with them and their times with me and all our times with our corner of the internets. we are lucky (and driven) people. (aside: thanks for listening and thanks for sharing your own corners of the internet. the way we connect feels drastically different than DAYS OF OLD. being connected keeps me sane!)

sometimes when i get caught up in the day to day with nate or karl or the GD dogs, i really have to remind myself to look for that positive and appreciate every phase as it's happening. (more livelaughloveliveinthemomentbullshit ALERT!)

AND dear god, what is it going to be like in TWO MORE YEARS? 2011? (hopefully the internets won't EXPLODE or OVERLOAD and I will still be blogging/present online in my little corner of the internet!)

(p.s. on a completely UNRELATED note, is anyone else freaked out about saying (like actually speaking outloud) 2010 - do you say twenty ten? two thousand and ten? ten? one zero?)

(ex: IN THE YEAR ONE ZERO...)

hootie hoo hello

homecoming FAIL

so homecoming itself was kind of a BUST but it was a great, relaxing weekend overall!

we took these guys to the kennel on friday afternoon where we were informed that they would need flu shots to be boarded (and the vet there could, of course, give them the shots for a, ahem, small fee.) I find it entertaining that my dogs have access to flu shots at their vet but my child does not at his pediatrician's office. something is wrong about that, yes?

the whole weekend was a pretty clear example of the many things that have changed since we have attained PARENT status. nate had a rough night of sleep in a new, exciting environment (read: he kicked us in the face all night long!) he is a TERRIBLE transfer baby (like from the car to the bed) so he woke up when we arrived and didn't want to go back down. He was up early to watch me and jenny complete the Tulsa Run! (a 5K - or 3.1 miles for the running-challenged) we ran with a chip time of 33:00 exactly - split time of 10:38! our goal was to break an 11 minute split so GOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAALLLL! it was a pretty challenging run - with a massive uphill late in the 2nd mile. we tried to pick out people to pass (little goals) as we huffed up the hill. i will say we didn't run terribly fast but we passed lots and lots of people. MOTIVATING. the winner of the race was 12 and several 6 year olds finished before us. UNMOTIVATING.

after the race, we changed and headed up to campus. the game was at 1 p.m. and on halloween weekend, so i attribute a partial fail to the university of tulsa. who wants to tailgate b/w 10 a.m. and noon-thirty? i know there were so many people there but i saw NONE of them b/c our total time on campus was about one hour.

Maddox and Jenny are cute, right? Jenny bought this duck costume FOUR years ago on one of her baby buying binges! How appropriate that it fits, right?

after an hour, the lack of nap and temptation of a football we wouldn't let nate have led to THIS:


which was REAL awesome. he did this pretty much the whole way to the car and then fell asleep the second we put him in his carseat. jenny and i went back home with the sleeping babies and shared a celebratory adult-beverage for finishing our race!

brooke joined us and the three of us relaxed and made dinner and spent some much needed quality time together.

we went to bed at 9:30. it was also daylight saving so REALLY we went to bed at 8:30 p.m.

we were up and dressed and at our breakfast destination (6 adults, two babies, and one inside baby!) by 8:00 AM.

by 8:39 AM karl and i were on the road home.

HAHAHAHA.

i got nothing.

it's been raining.

and raining.

and raining.

oh, and, uh, raining.

i still don't have a halloween costume for nate. i have some options.

this week we have been laying low (b/c of the rain and b/c of the multitude of sick people around us. STAY AWAY germs.)

we are unable to jump in leaves or go to the park. even when it's not raining, the parks are too wet to play!

this week karl and i also participated in the GREAT CEILING DEBATE 2009 which was one of those thrilling arguments in which married folks participate. basically, the contractors fixing our ceiling could NOT match our swirly, funky ceiling pattern that someone hand painted in 1950 something. they tried and tried and tried and took pictures and got a variety of tools. it just wasn't working. i won't tell you what 'side' karl or i took but i will tell you that our ceiling now has a nice, pretty smooth finish. it doesn't match the rest of the house but it doesn't look like shit either! THRILLING people. absolutely THRILLING. (much like this blog post!) i bet you wish you were there. the poor men painting were here so much that nate started referring to them as daddy. (teasing.)

the weekend is supposed to be rain-free but i am not holding my breath.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

today is the last day

for six years, karl has worked as a business analyst and then a developer for some variation of the company: stephens/staffmark/cbspersonel. he has had four bosses. he has had no less than six offices/cubes. he has worked on several floors of the downtown stephens building (most recently 17) and then moved to their current office in west little rock. additionally, since, uh, 2006 (?) he has been freelancing web design for our (his!) company, Simple Click Design.

today (today!) we close that chapter (though he still will be working on selective freelance projects). Karl is moving on over to Capsearch.com. Capsearch is a web-based research utility providing lobbyists, legislators, educational institutions, businesses, and associations with real-time information on changes in legislature and state government. It is formerly affiliated with my old employer, Arkansas Business. Here is an article about breaking ties and about Karl joining. I won't go into a terrible amount of details, but they have received funding from several wonderful sources and have a great amount of support. This product has proved to be successful in Arkansas (after just a year!) and i know they are raring to get it out to other states.

(if you skimmed all that read here: it's an internet startup!!)

we are all pretty pumped about the transition (though some days it's makes me want to vom out of nervousness; apparently, i don't handle big changes all that well). The offices are back downtown - the home of both our our careers here in Little Rock! i will be so happy to have an office down there again!

additionally, i am picking up some freelance work here and there (some from my former employer in fact). Nate is going to Mother's Day Out once a week and I am looking forward to contributing some cash money right before the holidays! (which are FAR FAR away. clearly.)

what do you do when there is major change in your family? like i said, i kind of want to vom, but instead believe i will play to role of Good Wife and throw some energy into decorating his new office! suggestions welcome. i'm thinking taxidermy with a hint of post-it.

muddy buddies

this weekend i participated in (among other things) a MUD RUN! It is an annual 5K in Little Rock - costumes required. we didn't have a lot of prep on the costumes so we decided upon superheros with kiss style makeup. the race is basically a three mile run and and then you go through a little balloon arch (yea! balloon arch! always a sign the RACE IS OVER! woo hoo!) and then the last tenth of a mile is an ENORMOUS mud pit. the weather was perfect but that mud was FA-reeeeeezing. we took our shoes off to hop in and our toes were numb within the first hundred yards. there were mud puddles up to about my mid-thigh/waist. the three of us pictured above (keely on the left, waynette on the right in the last image) held on to eachother and flung mud everywhere. keely and i eventually opted to crawl - which was REAL fun and much easier. i kind of felt like a stripper (an awesome stripper who keeps her clothes on) i'm not going to lie. i also felt real badass running with a cape on. i think it made me FASTER! the only downside of climbing out of the mudpit was having to get nakey beside our car to put on dry clothes.

(many thanks to melissa p.h. who got up with us and rolled nate around in the stroller while we raced on.)

more photo recaps of the weekend to follow...

dex-tah works here

so, yea, we had to get a new roof. and a new ceiling. well, part of the ceiling anyway. it looks like dexter (a serial killer who murders bad guys in rooms wrapped in plastic and chops up their bodies and throws them in the ocean) (as seen on showtime tv.) (or, in our case, netflix.) (quality tv we watch with nate on sundays.) works here. HOPEFULLY the full project will be done tomorrow. it's been oh so fun sitting around and waiting on the roofers and contractors to show up for two weeks. i am not a big fan of this type of home renovation - this FIXING BROKEN THINGS type. it makes me sigh and pull out my check book SLOWLY. i like painting and decorating and redoing cause i want to do so. (then we can spend with reckless abandon, yes karl?) eh, well, such is life, yes?

i have been wanting to thank some friends for some bloggy love/awards lately but i never know how! i get all socially awkward about blog awards - do i give them? do i display them? I NEVER KNOW. Honestly I think the thing that bothers me about blog awards like these are the HORRENDOUS graphics/images. I mean WHAT IS THAT in the first one? a plate? an O? one of those circular sewing thingeys? and spelling CREATIVE with a K in a scripty typeface does not make one more creative. Am I right? and the other? Well, who wears a hat and heels like that while walking their miniature dog? NO ONE I KNOW for sure! so i don't want to seem all ungrateful because i ADORE bloggy love but I feel that maybe I (or someone equally cool and with more motivation than me) should come up with a cool graphic for an award? Some cute vector art? ANYTHING PEOPLE. These just make blogs ugly. (Please forgive me, creators of these images. I, personally, find them aesthetically UNpleasing.)



this one is from BLAZE LIKE FIRE. (I like to think you have to say that real loud and real fast!) I have to name seven things you might not know about me. (also, how is that KREATIVE? i do not understand.) (but i'm going to do it anyway! HA. i'm such a SHEEP!) (baaaaaaaaa!)

7 things you may not know about me:

1. i have strong feelings about crappy graphics on blog awards. (well, i guess you probably know that now, huh?)
2. my husband and i have been to the movie theater three times since Nate was born. It was to see Wall-E, Up, and Where the Wild Things Are. We (apparently) like to keep it G rated.
3. last week i wrote a letter to my neighbor after my dogs got out (which has happened maybe TWICE in four years) after she complained ('if you can't control them, keep them on a leash') as we were clearly chasing after them with leashes. (and they didn't go far and didn't go anywhere near her.) I OBEY LEASH LAWS LADY. I DONT EVEN LIKE DOGS. i ripped up said passive aggressive letter and decided to dismiss her rudeness.
4. after four years of dog ownership, i still don't like dogs that much. i feel they should only live for five years. (i know! i'm an awful person.)
   
5. i made bread from scratch today. i'm not all that domestic but this one was on MY LIST of things that one must cook at least once in one's lifetime. (it was super delicious hot out of the oven. yeow. score one for me!)
   
6. twitter makes me happy. it can live for more than five years.
7. i still feel like a complete freakshow about my homebirth - more so now that more people in my direct circle are having the babies. i still want to try for homebirth #2.
   

this one is from the amazing stacia! five things i am obsessed with:

1. this song (STILL!):

this print from the beautiful and talented christen byrd (lucy and olive's mama) which i am buying as soon as i start nate's robot room! (she also has these REALLY cool tags for when you take your babe to the nursery or a babysitter):
3. this website: regretsy.com which pokes fun at CRAZY products put on etsy.
4. these sweater boots from Urban Outfitters. TEENY TINY IMAGE.
5. SID the Science Kid on PBS. It's a show about this adorable little nerdy scientist named Sid whose household celebrates Christmas, Kwanzaa, and Hanukkah! It's my favorite. (and a Jim Henson Productions creation!)


so yea for you if you had it through this long, rambling, disconnected post! i am not going to nominate ANYONE to receive an award just yet. in fact, i believe i will be designing a little award (bad ass blogger? skulls? yes?) and THEN i shall bestow it upon the blogosphere. how Kreative, right? BOOSH.

(also as a side note i am reverting back to the stupid blogger commenting system. disqus sucks. they both do. sigh.)

pu pu pu pumpkin

nash's mommy and nate's mommy (gag! shannon and i) took our boys to the pumpkin patch this friday. (seriously click on the link... nash in the overalls... running amongst the pumpkins... it makes me want to vom he's so cute!). The patch was a great success and, literally, SUPER FUN. nash and nate are fast friends and s & i also; we stand around giggling at the boys. for instance, nash thought all the pumpkins were "BALLS!" and nate thought all the pumpkins were "APPLES!" so they ran around screaming BALLAPPLPEAPPLEBALLBALLBALLAPPPLE for, oh, about two hours. it was pretty hilarious (and adorable. ahem, clearly.)
we tried to get their pictures in one of the MANY head-putter-inner picture thingeys (do they have a name?) but nate and nash just kept circling around and giggling and playing peekaboo and highfiveing... so it didn't so much happen. but look: NATE in an OWL. shocking, i know! (you better believe the word OWL in a part of his vocab.)
amongst the pumpkins (can you believe this was him last year?):

a true gq pose (bony hip out, shoulders back, gazing into the distance, hair in eyes, lips pouted out) (totally raising a metro):

and, cause it's cute:

my parents were in town for the rest of the weekend and we enjoyed some quiet time with them and nate (i made stew! we carved the pumpkin! we watched football! we raked leaves! we jumped in leaves!).

pretending pregnancy

so, real quick, i have to tell you that nate and i were running late to go to his little gym class this morning and i skipped breakfast. instead i gulped down a vitamin and chugged half a bottle of gatorade. this vitamin/gatorade combo had a seriously ILL EFFECT on me. halfway there, i started feeling pretty nauseous and like i was going to vom. i did what any normal person would do and dumped out my diaper bag all over the front seat just in case (if you are going to spew, spew in this style) of emergency spontaneous vomiting. i made it to the next light (the michaels/pizza hut/academy sports parking lot) and the saliva was FLOWING so i pulled in the back of the lot, opened my door, and threw up a bunch of liquid gatorade! honestly, it was fine. i was fine. just needed to get it out! this poor man with his umbrella and backpack sees me from the road and comes running over to check on me (how sweet, right?) and i TOLD HIM I WAS PREGNANT. cause i was real embarrassed to be puking, half in a parking spot, baby in the backseat, head hanging out the door! and i wanted to make him feel better (!!) (what is wrong with me?) and assure him i was fine and not THE DYING (cause i wasn't even sick AND am most certainly not pregs.) he said congratulations with a big goofy, knowing grin!

i mean REALLY. i feel ridiculous about the whole thing. pretending to be pregnant. that's the kind of karma that gets you knocked up real quick, right? JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH.

today i broke my blender

the kitchen smells like burnt blender rubber (i.have.no.idea.how.), it's been raining for 40 days and 40 nights and my small companion wants to go 'ousiiiii' NO LESS than every five minutes. (can you say CABIN FEVER.) (first local person to suggest the wonderplace gets a bullet to the brain. it's fun; there's only so many times i can go. and it's, uh, unfree. like many other fun, unfree places.) honestly, we aren't really that bored. i'm just REAL pissed my blender, like, broke (the same blender we use EVERY SINGLE MORNING to make breakfast shakes!) so i feel this gives me the right to complain about everything... cause, well, clearly.

for the record, i was TRYING to make cauliflower 'mashed potatoes' and the bit i salvaged (after slamming around the rubbery blender and waking nate from his nap!) tasted pretty swell. i would like to try again BUT it is literally POURING BUCKETS AND BUCKETS:

and if you have ever taken a kid to the grocery store in the rain (especially my store where they keep the carts outside so there are no dry carts; hence, no dry place for your little one to sit), it's not that fun!

PLUS our roof was SUPPOSED TO BE DONE today and, instead, the tiles/slats *what the hell are they called* SHINGLES? are still sitting half in and half out of my carport (which means i can't actually park in my carport!). in the meantime, the ceiling in our office keeps drip drip dropping. it's like a real SUPER AWESOME country song.

only really classy folk make PATIO SEATIN out of their future roof:

i mean where else would i set my 2 p.m. margarita? (WHICH I WOULD SO HAVE RIGHT NOW IF I HAD A FUCKING BLENDER!)

fall foliage is a fun f(ph)rase

so this weekend began, for me, on thursday evening (just like college!) (or, wait, did college weekends start wednesday?) with the cardinals game. the cardinals, my friends, had an error in the bottom of the 9th that cost them the game (and, arguably, the series) and me my sanity! i was standing, pacing our living room, screaming at the television like a crazy person. (don't worry...nate was asleep so he didn't have to witness his mommy throwing things at the television.) (and tweeting angrily.) THANKFULLY, i had some friends playing darts at the good ole VFW, so i was able to meet them and drown my baseball sorrows in cheap pitchers of beer and shuffleboard.

friday night i hit up happy hour with m&s (cause now that she has a boyfriend her blog name and layout totally have to change....HAHA!) for a bit, and then karl and i attended a rehearsal dinner at the Little Rock Club (schmancy!) for one of his childhood friends. We had a bit of a babysitting debacle so MANY MANY thanks to our friends brad&erin for coming over last minute and hanging out with Nate.

saturday brought not ONE but two weddings! karl attended #1 (his childhood friend) and I attended #2 (ben&kelly). Here is a shot of the alter:

It was so gorgeous. (gush, gush, gush) I did not bring my camera (trend as of late! sorry friends!) but there were candles and pumpkins and fall foliage EVERYWHERE. there were boots and hats and scarves and red tipped noses. the bride looked STUNNING (and smiley and happy as a bride should.) the groom and his groomsmen arrived to the ceremony VIA CANOES. they just paddled right up! there was a live band and fireworks and an outdoor bar and a bonfire and a tiered cupcake cake! I am sure E will have some pics up soon - it was an absolutely gorgeous affair! i was so happy to be included in their special day. BOOK CLUB FOR LIFE, yo.

today we had lunch with m&s once more - got to check this boy out before m jets off into the sunset. afterward we shipped nate off to gigi's so we could (you aren't going to believe this!) CLEAN OUR HOUSE. how sad is that? i know all of you with toddling children understand - it's near impossible to deep clean with a little one creating more mess as you go.

so here i sit, in my clean! and quiet! house.... feeling like a lucky and loved lady....blogging while post-bath naterade (footy pajamas!) gives 'ra-rro' some love.

on a blog housekeeping note, i know some of you were having issues with the new DISQUS commenting system - i changed it to let you comment with your twitter account also. please comment so i know you can OR, if you can't, email me. i have been SUPER frustrated with the blogger commenting system as of late, and i really want to switch over to wordpress. BUT i do feel some allegiance to blogger and i have been here so long! (HELLO MAY 2005!) (and i am opposed to change sometimes dammit!) I like people to know how to find me, how to get here, and not have to update their settings and feeds and blah blah blah. sigh. but i also want to be able to respond to readers via email (hence the attempt at disqus.) i have been playing around with wordpress templates. don't tell blogger.

don't you say i don't make things happen

so. er. um. uh. yea.

i totally colored my hair

AND

pierced my nose.

in the same day. i'm more of a jump right in kind of girl. and once i decide something, well i GO GO GO do it. PLUS i am super happy with both choices so that is a bonus.

my mom says that it is gross and she can't believe i stepped foot in a (gasp) tattoo parlor and that it is (fucking; yep she said that!) ugly. she (jokingly) suggested i wear a burka the next time we visited so she didn't have to see it. my dad thought i was joking and my sister (borrowing a phrase from my dad when i pierced my tongue way back when) said it was the mark of a retard. (for the record, none of us use the word retarded lightly but that expression does make me giggle. it's just wrong.) so, basically my family was very supportive and ON BOARD! one of my darling dearest best friends told me that i was going through a quarter life crisis and that i should do something less drastic like (and i quote) like "just get pregnant again." HA. others also gave the idea TWO THUMBS DOWN but i was a hopeless cause - not to be talked out of it! i figure i can take it out in a few months if i hate it, but i'm pleased as punch at the moment.

two of my besties (for the record, i am opposed to the expression 'besties' and am using it here in jest) kristen and melissa went with me to said tattoo parlor (7th street in Little Rock for all you local readers; they are quite professional. very, very pleased with my experience.)

kristen held my hands and i made a quiet little EEEEE sound as the post went through my nostril. i tried hard not to look at any of the equipment so if you have a technical question about this whole nose dot things, i am NOT your girl. i saw a corkscrewey thing on the post of my little dot and turned away. don't wanna know. did it hurt? yes. it felt like a super intense eyebrow wax. that still hurts the next day. and, yes, it also feels a little like there is a large boog in there so that will take some adjustment. also, i did ask if it would bleed which is something i did NOT do when i pierced my tongue way back when (the day of my 18th birthday b/c my parents would NOT take me before then!). the tongue bled and i was surprised and thought i was dying. the nose did not. (though she said some peoples do a little.)

i didn't know what side to get it on. i hadn't even thought about it until they asked and then i just blurted out right. i like my nose. i like my right side best. PERFECT, right? RIGHT SIDE it was. then, when i got home and googled "nose peircing" i discovered that many people think getting it in the left nostril helps with pain during child birth. huh. who knew? ah well, if my next labor is like my fast and furious first, i don't think the whole tiny dot in one nostril thing would help.

i have been OBSESSIVELY cleaning with the recommended antibacterial soap and a q-tip. which is super fun for me b/c my doctor doesn't allow me to use beloved q-tips in my ears. (i have ridiculously small ear canals and produce more wax than the average human being and q-tips are apparently bad for me.) (sometimes i use them anyway. i love a good q-tipping. who doesn't, right?!?! don't tell my doctor!)

so, here is my teensy teeny itty bitty new friend dottie. karl likes it! (he says he does anyway!) Honestly, it feels like its supposed to be on my face and i am sad i didn't do it sooner (ahem, in college as one of my darling dearest best friends suggested - "that's a college thing!" she said.) ah, well, too old, too fat, whatever, i don't care! I LIKE IT! i'm gonna rock it for awhile.


this is what nate did when he saw it:
laughing at me just like the rest of my family!

llama llama red pajama

isn't he sweet in his little dog (WOOF WOOF) pjs?

things i need recommendations on: (WARNING: COMPLETELY SELF INVOLVED AND RIDICULOUS POST AHEAD!!)

these are the ridiculous things i have been pondering lately re: my personal appearance.

1. should i cut my hair?
2. should i color my hair? (in college, my roomates and i once colored my (then blondish) hair a shade named SOFT BLACK. we took several shots of vodka before we rinsed that hair dye out! it was, uh, an interesting look for me.)
3. should i pierce my nose? (does it really leave a scar? would people really notice? i don't want to be the only 90 year old woman in my nursing home with a nose ring still in b/c i am terrified of scarring.) (is it completely silly to do at almost 29 years old?) (cause i know that a teensy teeny little nose dot would look totally adorable on me.)
4. should i get a (gasp) TATTTTTOOOO? (it would be my first. i am strongly opposed to tattoos on my own body. plus, i know if i got one... i would probably get another and then another and then before the year is out i'd have a sleeve and/or a naked lady on my forearm.)

these questions seem to indicate an identity crisis AN URGE TO DO SOMETHING as we celebrate fall! i want to do something FUN to combat my seasonal, uh, issues. i realize the majority of them MAY sound like a bit like a regression as far as personal appearance go but this whole i-don't-have-to-go-to-an-office thing AND the i-can-wear-work-out-clothes everyday thing is (while awesome) making me CRAVE doing something (semi) drastic. and none of them are harmful! i'm just saying: a new pair of shoes simply will not cut it!

help internetz.

(END COMPLETELY SELF INVOLVED POST).