The Weekend that I was a REALLY terrible mother

My sister, Bonnie, called me last week and after I said hello, I heard a very breathless, "Guess what?!" From the tone of her voice, I wasn't really sure if this was going to good or bad news-- but I was sure it was something big (like B I G). And it was.

But, it was definitely good news! Bonnie won two tickets to go see Our Best Bites co-founders, Kate and Sara, do a live cooking demo, and attend a book signing afterwards. AND--now I'm not sure if this was out of love or some amount of loyalty, since I introduced her to this blog, but-- that second ticket was for me!!

We had SO so so so so SOOOOO much fun-- Way more fun than two mothers (with NO kids!) and a teenage college girl should be able to have together in SLC (little sister Emily tagged along as well- even though she was never officially invited! haha- j/k em). First we hit up temple square- what's temple square without a few "mermaid" poses in front of the most awesome fountain ever?



Oh yes, we had way too much fun. In this next picture- I know for a fact that Bonnie wasn't in pain, even though the picture says the opposite....


And, yes, at the cooking show- we were the crazies snapping pictures in the front row. Don't worry- they didn't kick us out for that- but they did get a little perturbed when I went to cross my legs and kicked the massive light, thereby smashing it into the large tv screen hanging from the ceiling for the rest of the show. Oh yeah- I really did that.


Thank you Bonnie! I had so much funn! (that's right- fun spelled with two N's. It was that good.)

Ambidextrous Animal-lover

Tyson informed me that my last post, entitled "Feelin' Funky" sounded whiny. So, I will do my best to steer clear of whiny from now on.


And now, for your viewing pleasure:


Ambidextrous


(okay- tell me you don't absolutely love those chubby yummy knees?? I dare ya.)



Animal-lover




Isn't she a cutie?? (Totally rhetorical- you may keep your opinions to yourself)

Between this and Tyson letting me sleep in till 8:30 this morning, I have absolutely nothing to complain (or whine) about. Happy 24th of February to all you wonderful people!

Love is in the air....

Nothing says romance like a stare-into-each-other's-eyes slow dance:





aaaahhhhh, love....

PS- @ Katie (and anyone else who read this post yesterday), Sorry! This post probably didn't make much sense-- since the video wouldn't upload!

feelin' funky

Ladies and Gentlemen- I am in a funk.

I cannot seem to find the off-switch for my morning sickness, and the exhaustion feels like it's overtaking my body.

Naptime is my only reprieve, and I pray for it's speedy arrival daily.

That is all.

Linkitude

I LOVED this post on cjane's blog and wanted to link to it here in case some of you are not already fans of cjane. Read it, think about it, and maybe figure out where (or how) you should be speaking and are not....


http://blog.cjanerun.com/2011/02/sunday-guest-post-series-angela.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+CJaneEnjoyIt+%28c+jane+enjoy+it%29

Yellow Duck-tape & Sloppy Joe(')s

Quinn has figured out how to unsnap her onesie. Why is this such a problem you ask?

Because it was the ONLY barrier between her and getting her diaper off. Now do you understand??? To clarify- it was the only thing coming between me and poop all over the floor and her crib, or waking up to Quinn in a puddle of pee while her diaper sits useless on her bedroom floor. NOW do you understand??

So- the solution??

TA DA!



Yellow duck-tape. And she screamed and cried the first time we put it on, but now she refers to it as her "belt." Pretty handy, if you ask me. (Thank you Aunt Bonnie for the idea!)

Other than our diaper woes, I have been incredibley sick. Morning sickness is NOT limited to mornings, or afternoons, or really ANY certain time of day. I hate it. I really really hate it. But I try to remember that this is all in the name of something (or someone?) really wonderful.

So, why sloppy joes?, you may wonder. Because last night I got the brilliant idea to make them and they were the first thing in over 3 weeks that both sounded and tasted divine (other than Little Caesar's pizza). And after I ate my fill (3, it was 3 alright- I AM eating for two now ya know) I felt amazing- better than I have felt in a long time. I wish there was some way to convey to you the amazingness of that experience, but sadly- you will just have to take my word for it.

AND our apartment can now officially be referred to as Sloppy Joe's- since being sick, the dishes sit in the sink for at least a week, the toilet hasn't been cleaned in two and a half weeks (this is huge- I HATE having a dirty toilet), and our bed NEVER get's made anymore (why make it when I'm just going to fall back into it, the minute Quinn goes down for a nap?). Poor Tyson. We had to have "the talk" about lowering your standards.

I'm sorry hon- but the apartment is not going to be picked up and dinner simmering on the stove when you walk through the door every night. I know you've gotten used to that (yeah right!), but.... you've really got to lower your standards now, or I'm going to go crazy.

I think it went well. He only pulled out a few fistfuls of hair and then we moved on. So if you're looking for a dirty old time- stop by Sloppy Joe's (just remember to check your standards at the door!).

Thre3

That's right- we're pregnant. (Well, more specifically- I'm pregnant.)And, as it turns out- we're not super great at keeping a secret. So this is us really trying to keep it a secret.... ummm.... yeah- right.

We're so stinking excited!!

PS- we're only two months into this.....