Wednesday, September 27, 2006


Remember our the whole Extreme Home Makeover story?? Well, if you can manage to watch Ty for more 3 minutes without being driven insane, tune in. Our friend's episode airs this Sunday (Oct 1st) at 8pm.


I remember when I was little, making special "treats" for my Dad with leftovers from whatever my Mom was making. Looking back at it I feel bad for him, having to choke down a charred lump of whatever I happend to "bake" that day, with a pained smile plastered on his face. Well... now it's CN's turn. I'm my opinion you're not a true father until you've encountered something like... this.

Monday, September 25, 2006

hair ripping monday

The other day we played a fun game- called quiet time. The objective? Mini M going and reading on her bed for 20 minutes in hopes to avoid a "mom meltdown." Guess who won? Me. That's right internet, I sat at the kitchen table in absolute silence, drank a coffee and did a crossword puzzle. Yes... a crossword puzzle, like an old lady. Only this one was in the back of some celebrity gossip magazine, with questions like... -20 across: First name of 80lb celebrity(?) whose sunglasses are bigger than her head. Easy one: Nicole!
-51 down: This singer/celebri-"PEA" recently broke the world record for botox and collagen injections. Ooo-oo! I know! Fergie! I rock.
OK, I made up those questions, but you get my drift...

Anyway, lately I've been feeling a bit overwhelmed with life 'n all and have been needing those rare few minutes of quiet. M. is a sweet little person, but at times I feel like I'm dealing with a 14 year old instead of someone who's 4. For the most part she is thoughtful and loving but sometimes after a day full of "Why do we have to go there? It's not fun. I don't wanna make my bed... I don't like school...Can I have guuuummmm? Why NOOOT?? You never let me have gum... now I'll NEVER have gum ever!" (I'm quoting her word for word) I feel like ripping out my hair. Then she'll look at me and say, "I'm tring to be good, but it's just sooo hard." How can you stay mad?

It's just a lot when I'm dealing with a mini teenager plus a baby, not much sleep, bills, trying to do school, keeping up with the house, groceries, meal planning, laundry, trying to get to the gym 3 times a week, getting the garbage out- bringing it back in, yard work, cleaning the kids, trying to feel attractive, and appreciated-just to name a couple. Let's delve more into the who appreciation thing: What makes the things listed above even harder is when it feel like no one even notices sometimes. Bloop! Baby's diapers just got changed. Bloop! New deodorant for CN, or a drawer full of clean socks, or a vacuumed floor, or empty garbage can... things that need to be done, but aren't important enough to be noticed. Somedays I have a hard time feeling motivated because there's so much. Like today, for example. I have a list of about 20 things that I need to get to, but here I am on the 'puter instead. Bless you oh internet for giving me an excuse.

I guess the main point of this excessively long post is that I need to get my butt into gear and get what I need to done. Then I need to take a break, alone. Soo... here I go... wish me luck.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Thursday, September 14, 2006

dust collecting thursdays

...dust collecting thursdays, in which I give you the slightest glimpse into my home... Things lurking in the corners and collecting dust this week, because I know how much you care.

I recently started selling Southern Living, and just got my starter kit. The second picture is about a third of the items that came in the kit. SO much fun. Here's my website if you want to see more products or want to host a party...(hint, hint)

Super-cute purse... large enough to hold all kinds of baby paraphernalia, goes with brown and black, and was $16.95 at Gap. (Ah...Gap, how do I love thee, let me count the ways...)

Butternut squash, minding it's own business, unaware of it's impending fate: being pureed into baby food for W. and being force fed to Mini M. Reminds me a bit of Miss Squishy.

On our trip to New York last Thanksgiving Mini forgot her baby doll, we figured Miss Squishy (was that the name?) would do as a replacement...

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Owwww... (must be said in whiney voice)

I had to go to the dentist yesterday... that should explain everything. Fine, I know you're anxious to hear details, who wouldn't be?? After 4 days of pain I finally went. I had what is called Pericoronitis, and holy molie did it hurt. My dentist was great, but even the best dentists don't make "dental activities" fun. I had my first needle in the mouth, and was not to thrilled about it. I've never had a filling, thankyouverymuch. After about 14 shots to my mouth (luckily the first one only hurt) I was sufficiently numb. He then proceeded to cut off the extra gum tissue with a laser, just like these. OK, maybe not quite, but close! As of right now I'm still in plenty of pain due to the fact that I'm breastfeeding W., and can't take anything more thrilling than Motrin. Owwwww.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Excuses, excuses.

Ok, been slacking off in the blog department... but I have reasons!! They may not be very good, but they're still reasons. As some of you know, this year I'm going to be doing kindergarten at home with Mini. I've been busy trying to get everything together school-wise, and been making a schedule we can stick with. I'm holding off on the calculus until next year, and this year, mainly focusing on reading. Reading and lots of art, music, and "science" experiments. Experiments like, let's see what will happen if we sit in our bed and read for 30 minutes without talking. The hypothesis being: Mom in a better mood. I've also tried to schedule as many "outings" as possible, because Mini is like me, she can't stand always being at home. We have a gym class at the YMCA, story time and mom's group that we'll be going to every week.

In other, more thrilling news, last night we ventured into the land of a certain Charles E. Cheese. We had promised Mini ages ago that next time Uncle C. (who happens to only be 2 years older than M.) spent the night we would take them. By the time we finally made it out the door to leave, both kids were twitching with excitement. C.N. and I were twitching also, thanks to the hyperactive, arguing 6 and 4 year olds, a screaching 4 month old and lack of caffine. Seeing their reactions made the whole thing much more manageable. Sir W. was thrilled also, but showed his amusement by way of his diaper.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

OK Go...

I can't even jog on the treadmill at the gym without concentrating intensely on not tripping. Hats off to you OK Go... Hats off.

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Welcome to Em's world. I am a stay at home/ work at home (when the odd job presents itself) mom. I have the privilege to spend every single day with my sweet/crazy 5 yr. old daughter, Mini M. and my little man, Baby W. who was born May 3rd. I can't forget the best part of my life- my hub. C.N., who happens to be the sweetest, funniest fella alive. We have been married almost 6 years. So that's me and my fam.