Favorite!

If you are the mother to a boy or boys, you have to get this book. To me, it describes everything little boys are and so much more.


Ok, Boogie wipes are amazeballs! No more squirting saline up the nose whilst holding them in a half nelson. Plus, not gonna lie, they smell sooo good. Love the grape ones!


I know this is for the diaper pail but I love the way it smells when I spray the upholstery in the cars and carseats. It's kind of a toss-up between this and Mrs. Meyer's brand products.




Haha! Mamarazzi (def.)
Mothers who constantly follow their children around with several cameras and video taking equipment, snapping photos at each turn and documenting each milestone or event with at least two dozen photos and a video. 2. Groups of aforementioned mothers

1. You can’t even get close to the swings because of all the mamarazzi.
2. I can’t believe how many photos I took of baby Madison on the slide! I’m such a mamarazzi!
3. What's with all the mamarazzi? It's just a bloody hair cut.

A) I'm not a "Mamarazzi" and B)I don't think I could stand to lug a camera everywhere we go. But, I have fallen in lust with the Nikon. Love it...and no, I won't be using it to snap 200+ pictures of every step they take.


Heh! Cake Balls. These are like manna from heaven. The upside? They aren't as messy as cupcakes. The downside? They are still chock full of fat and since they're so small, you wanna eat like four trillion of them. I made some for Brian to take to work and his co-workers loved them. I will tell you it is a LOT of work. So, I found a place to buy them already made. The Cake Ball Company in Dallas is the bomb!

Little Boy...

"Little boy, you remind me how so much depends on days made of now." -Alison McGhee
Congratulations to our Ethan, on completing his first year of kindergarten in "big" school.

We're going to Kentucky??

Ok, so we're not actually going to Kentucky. There's actually a song called, "The Tooth Losing Song" and it's set to "We're Going to Kentucky"
Whether you’re an indian or whether you’re a chief
There’s nothing more exciting
Than losing all your teeth
Molars and incisors, they fall out one by one
Losing all our teeth is how we have some fun
Someday we’ll be toothless, but we don’t really care
We’ll go a little higher and pull out all our hair… hey!!!

Haha! Yeaaah. Well, you tend to make up a lot of songs and listen to made-up songs when you have kids. It's in the manual.
Well, we have our first tooth loss. Know what's weird about it? (not creepy weird but ohhh-look-useless-knowledge weird) It was the first tooth he ever cut. That's right friends, Ethan lost his first tooth biting into an ice cream cone at Chick-fil-A. (Wonder if I could use that for my own benefit- as in, scoring myself a free grilled chicken salad because my son killed his tooth on their ice cream?? ha!)
Luckily, he didn't freak out. I was sure he would because of the whole I-lost-a-body-part-and-there's-blood-involved thing. But, no. I should have known. He wasn't really interested in getting the money from the tooth fairy as much as he was interested in looking at it under a microscope.
Sadder still, he is one more step closer to becoming a big kid and less and less of a little boy.

Field Trippin'

And I apparently was "trippin" when I signed up to chaperone Ethan's very first field trip to the Museum of Nature & Science at Fair Park. This was his first time to ride a school bus without mom (I was smart and took my own car!!)and his first time to be on an actual field trip. Ok, let me just say that trying to corral six classes worth of excited kindergartners is like herding cats. My biggest fear? Losing one of them...or all of them! I had Ethan and two of his classmates in my group. The exploration was the best part of it all. The worst? The uptight, fuhrer-esque, museum workers. Ugh. I mean, I am sure they see thousands of kids in a week. That could make anyone squirrely but just being in a plain bad mood and we haven't even been inside for more than a few seconds just means you should probably find another job...and fast. Alas, I work with kids. Everyday. I know they can be pains-in-the-butt at times. But, I also know that they aren't stupid and you can speak to them in a non-condescending manner and trust me, they will get it. Moving on...
Ethan had a wonderful time. I actually did too. The looks on their faces when they were allowed to explore concepts they've been taught this year, was priceless. I'm so glad that I have the kind of job that allows me to do this kind of thing with my kids. Oh, and the Children's Museum was the best! Blessed be the person whose idea this was. Otherwise, I'm not sure we would have survived that last hour. :D

Ham's Orchard

I won't even pretend that we eat organic. I just won't. I don't think there's anything wrong with people who do, but we aren't going to simply buy because it says, "Organic" on it. After much research, we have come to the conclusion that organic these days doesn't necessarily mean it's organic all the time. Whatever. What we've also decided is that we enjoy buying locally grown produce etc. There's something about it that is beyond description. Mostly, I do it because I remember going and harvesting vegetables from my grandpa's garden. I want our boys to know how fruits and vegetables grow and how much care and effort goes into making sure we have good quality produce to enjoy. And, yes, I want to support our local farmers. I found out about Ham's Orchard through a friend last year. The big crowd-drawer is the homemade peach and homemade strawberry ice cream. There were tons of things to buy and all of it was grown right there and harvested right there, as well.We shopped around a little. Ham's is well-known for their peach harvests but, sadly, we were a week too early. The boys got some ice cream and we browsed around. They were amazed at how much these people were growing. We plan on returning in a few weeks to pick some blackberries. Another one of my "To Do for the Boys" items. I think they need to experience a little bit of what harvesting looks like.
At the same time, it will be my first ever attempt at making homemade peach pies and homemade blackberry cobbler. Hmm...good thing we have friends who work for the fire department.
Alas, Ham's Orchard is definitely on our list of places to go once a month to stock up. The boys don't seem to mind going because, well, the ice cream is worth the trip.

As the Beatles have said...

"You say goodbye and I say hello"- We have to kiss our sweet sweet babysitter goodbye today. She is returning to the workforce full-time. I've been going back and forth on this. Part of me is freaking out at the idea of the transition Caden is about to have to endure. The other part of me is excited, again, at the idea of the transition Caden is about to endure. Mostly, I think I'm afraid of the actual transition period for him. Ethan has always been my leader, the I-can-do-it-myself-kid. He was ready to go to school at 18 months. Caden, being the younger of the two, has been the follower. He's had a best-good friend, Abbie to follow and learn from the past two years. They were together like peanut butter and jelly, really. Now, he has to go at this alone. This is a good thing. I know it is. But, the bigger part of me is mourning the loss of the wonderfullness of "Miss Sisty" and how much she loves him. You know that feeling in the pit of your stomach where, your ideas/comfort/etc. have to take a backseat to your children and their needs because what you're doing falls under the heading of "For Their Own Good"- ugh. I don't like this part of this whole parenting thing. But, this is Caden's new chapter and this is something he needs to experience for himself. I know that Brian and I have gone above and beyond researching and visiting many schools and have prayed about which one to put him in. I feel that the place we have picked is going to work out very well. We shall see. Come Monday, I may be in tears, but, I can't and won't let him see those. He has to make his own way and I have to move aside and let him. I keep thinking, "Good grief, he's 2 and this isn't college." This somehow makes me feel better.

Happy Mother's Day