Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Keeping It Going

I'm FREE!  Yesterday was my very last day of work for 10 weeks.  Lord how I love me my summer vacation.  And I know that the majority of you reading this are rolling your eyes and hating on me and my fellow teachers, but I'm too happy to care, and you can always go back to school to become a teacher so quit it.  Plus we get paid like nothing.

But, a teaching debate is not the point of this post.  The point is that my life just went from completely structured to completely unstructured in a day.  Since I started eating clean in May I've lost 8lbs.  Not that that's a ton (about a pound a week), but it made a big difference and I'm finally starting to not hate my body even though I'd like to lose another 5-8 lbs.  I'm just worried that along with all the free time, sunshine, and vacationing that summer brings, it also brings along bbq's, beer, and time at home where I'm left to graze or eat out of boredom (a big eating trigger of mine).

I'm apprehensive about keeping my momentum going.  I've already had 2 bad weekends and now I don't have the luxury of structured week days to get myself back on track.  I'm worried about my willpower.  I've worked really hard and I'm really proud of the effort I put into getting here and I do not want to gain it all back over the summer.

I've decided to keep up with my meal planning and prep work and prepare for the days as if I was still working.  I'm usually out and about with Isabella when it's nice outside so I can pack our food to go and during nap time I'm going to try to keep busy with other stuff.  Plus I work out a lot more in the summer. That's what I got so far on keeping the weight loss going, but I'm open to any other tricks of the trade that you guys might have to share, especially SAHM who deal with this more regularly.  Any advice is appreciated.
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Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Party Time

Isabella turned 2 on June 19th, but since it was Father's Day we decided to have her birthday party with her little friends and cousins the following weekend, this past Saturday.  We had it at Party Gym since we didn't want to have to deal with the set up and clean up of having a party at our house.  Plus I don't know if there would be enough room and I wanted the kids to have fun and spread out.  The party was a huge success and Isabella had a great time!  There was lots of things to climb in, jump on, and slide down...there was pizza and cake...and there was music, and games, and bubbles and face painting, and as zip line.  And it was private so it was only us which was nice.

Riding the carousel after getting her face painted.

Getting her groove on.

Cake time!

And the day before Andy and I went to the wedding of one of the guys he worked with.  Here's me and Andy before we left.  Sorry it's sunny, my mom is the worst photog known to man.

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Monday, June 27, 2011

The State of Our Union

So apparently any sort of Happiness Project post is like comment repellent, which must mean that you're not completely enraptured with my happiness ya bunch of bitches.  But I'm just narcissistic enough to power through and keep on writing about it.

This month the focus is on marriage and I'll admit that working on a relationship that exists outside myself is a bit difficult, just to continue on with my theme of narcissism.  But honestly, Andy and I have a great relationship.  We always have.  This focus wasn't on fixing anything it was on making it better and I have to say that it was pretty beneficial.

I've also accepted the fact that Andy will be a pain in my ass sometimes and get on my nerves.  He won't care about clutter or if there are dust bunnies under the bed.  I've also accepted that I will get on his nerves. Hair in the drain will never bother me and my shoes will keep piling up outside the door instead of in the closet.  We have our differences and always will, but in the long run none of them are deal breakers.

I'd say the most influential thing for me this month has been proof of love.  I haven't been as awesome at it as I would have liked to, but I didn't do too terrible either.  It doesn't have to be anything big, just something small to let him know I was thinking of him.  Like brewing him a pot of coffee when I know he's tired, or doing the dishes at night so he doesn't have to do them in the morning even if it's not my turn.  Little, thoughtful things that go a long way and it's weird because without me asking he's done things for me in turn, like filling up my gas tank and offering to make dinner and putting the laundry away.  It's been nice.
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Friday, June 24, 2011

Collector's Edition

Right now I'm hosting a fabulous giveaway package from Discovery Girls Magazine in which the winner receives 6 issues of Discovery Girls Magazine, a box set of their Fab Girl's Guide, the collector's edition of the magazine, and two free gifts.  If that's not a whopping prize pack I don't know what is.

I just received the Collector's Edition in the mail today and I think it's just fantastic.  It has real girls who share real stories about friendship, growing up, confidence, and fitting in.  It has a lot of fashion and beauty tips and bloopers from real girls.  No stick think models in here, just real girls from around the world letting readers know that they're not alone.

You can enter to win this giveaway by clicking HERE
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Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Time Slips Away

When I was young, adults always told me that I should enjoy my youth because it slips away like grains of sand through your fingers.  I never really knew how painfully true that is.

How I went from this carefree party girl who was so involved in just hanging out with my friends and living every second of my life without abandon.  I was all about taking risks, with my hair (love it short), clothes, accessories, and experiences.

To this pregnant mama who was blissfully unaware of how her life was about to change...who could only see a beautiful and hopeful future.

To the terrified new mother of a newborn who had an affinity for bouts of crying and a distaste for anything resembling sleep.

To falling in-love with this tiny little girl who would teach me more about myself then I ever cared to know.

And to the mother of a bright, well-adjusted child who has none of the traits of a serial killer.

Time really does slip away from us.  I think of all the things I put off:  I should call my old bff from high school and catch up, maybe grab lunch.  I should invite all my girlfriends out to dinner, I haven't seen them in a while.  I should call my cousin on the phone and see how her wedding plans are going and if I can help out.  When was the last time I spoke to my brother?  But it's always the same thing: Not now.  I'm too busy.  I don't have the time.  I'll do it tomorrow.  And a day goes by...a week passes...the month is out...a year is gone and I haven't connected to the people I love in a meaningful way.  It's sad how fast time goes, but I can make the most of it by not putting off the things that are really important.  I don't want it to be a lifetime of, "I'll get around to it"

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Tuesday, June 21, 2011

The Week of Extreme Nice

In June I'm focusing on my marriage...I'm trying to do things and not throw them in my husband's face in order to get recognition.  I'm trying to lessen the nagging and to fight clean.  I decided to bolster up my happiness project (click HERE to read about the start of my happiness project) with a Week of Extreme Nice.

First of all, it is very difficult to be nice on a Monday.  It's just too sad a day to be extremely nice to anyone, so it was more along the lines of The Better Part of a Week of Extreme Nice.  My goal for the week was to be really really nice.  I was going to avoid pointing out all of the things Andy wasn't doing, avoid pointing out all the ways he was making more work for me, I was going to stop rolling my eyes, stop huffing and puffing at every request, and just be nice.

Now don't think I was planning on being a pushover or a yes-dear-whatever-you-say-dear wife for the week.  If Andy's being a doucher I always call him on it and he does the same for me.  I was just experimenting on seeing if it made a difference if I treated him as kindly as I would treat a stranger.

It was interesting to say the least and I never had a perfect day, but I did really try.  If he asked me to grab him a drink of water, instead of telling him to get it himself or rolling my eyes at him, I just did it.  I asked what he'd like for dinner instead of just picking it all myself.  When I cleaned the house and made Isabella's birthday cake, I never once threw it in his face how much work it was.  And I made sure to get him a really thoughtful Father's Day gift.  I also didn't moan too loudly when I came home from work and found 3 diapers (not used) just sitting on the dining room table, even though we have a diaper basket 10 feet away.  There was a task he was supposed to take care of that he never did and instead of bullying him about it, I just took care of it.

There were several things I learned during this week:
1. The first two months of my happiness project (April: Organization and May: Physical) were a lot easier for me because I was only focusing on myself.  This month I had to work on a relationship with another person and there was a lot I couldn't control and it was difficult for me at times.  It wasn't the point of the experiment, but it's interesting to note.

2.  Andy will never function like I do.  His skin won't crawl at the sight of an unkempt kitchen, he'll never make a to-do list even though I've constantly extolled their benefits to him, he'll never complete things on my time frame (right away), but will go on his own schedule (excruciatingly slow and revolving around commercials).  And I need to accept that.  We're on the same team, the same side and I know that.

3.  I do more than he does in regards to the house and if were ever to get off his high horse I think he would have to admit that too.  However, I do more because it means more to me.  He couldn't care less if the bookshelf is dusted, so to get mad at him for not caring isn't really fair.  And even though I do more chores than him, it doesn't mean that he doesn't help out.  He does the dishes every night, he cleans and sets up my coffee pot, he fills up my water bottles, he takes out the trash, and he does laundry.  And most importantly, he takes care of Isabella without the slightest prodding.

4.  The more proofs of love I show him, the more he shows me.  This week he gave me a massage out of nowhere and brought home Chipotle for me.

I learned a lot this week, but I really didn't put my full self into it so I'm glad that my resolutions don't expire and I can continue working on this throughout the year.

***If you want to read about last month's Extreme Week click HERE***
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Monday, June 20, 2011

My Baby is 2 Years Old

I can't believe that yesterday we celebrated Isabella's second birthday.  It was such a wonderful day.  We woke up and took Isabella to IHOP, then we went to the park to play, after her nap we went for a swim in the pool, then our families came over for a "Very Hungry Caterpillar" themed birthday party.  Today was just a small family party, next weekend is her big bash with all her friends at Party Gym.

Here's what Isabella is up to...

  • She knows all the letters of the alphabet and their sounds
  • She can count to 20
  • Can count to 10 in Spanish (thank you Dora)
  • She knows all of her colors.
  • She has pretty good manners and usually remembers to say please, thank you, and excuse me.
  • She will announce to the world when she farts and don't dare fart in front of her because she will totally call you out.
  • She is done with baby talk and talking in full blown adult like sentences.  The other day she told me, "I don't want to eat grilled cheese, I want something else for lunch." 
  • She could live out doors.  All she wants to do is be outside.
  • She has a flair for the dramatics.  We were swimming the other day and her chin got wet and she screams out, "Oh no! Isabella's chin is all wet!  Oh no oh no, clean it up quick." If she gets a boo boo everyone in the house has to kiss it. 
  • She knows the names of these shapes: circle, square, rectangle, diamond, hexagon, and triangle.  
  • She can sing every word to Twinkle Twinkle, Sally the Camel, Rock-a-Bye Your Bear, Old McDonald, and pretty much every song on the Little People CD's.  
  • She can "read" (re: memorized all the words), to The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Brown Bear Brown Bear What Do You See?, Goodnight Moon, Happy Baby's ABC/123/Colors, I Love You Stinky Face, Your My Little Love Bug, and all the lift the flap books.  Most nights she reads to me. 
  • She's been sleeping extra well, usually 8pm - 7:30am and is taking 1.5-2.5 hour nap.  I got to be honest, I never thought I'd see the day when Isabella turned into a good sleeper and I'm not sure how long it will last, but I'm totally bragging on it for now. 
I think I've properly showed off my girl and all her awesomeness.  Oh, and a Happy Father's Day to my wonderful husband, Andy.  I'll be writing about my week of extreme nice tomorrow.  

I totally made this cake myself even though I'm neither crafty nor a good baker

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Friday, June 17, 2011

It's Unfortunate

...that if you're thin anything looks good on you.  Bonus points if you're tall.  I guess that's not so unfortunate if you're thin and tall, but if you're short and fluffy like me, it kind of is.

...that the one night you stay out late with your girlfriends will be the one morning your child decides to wake up at the ass crack of dawn; earlier than she's woken up in months.

...that sun tans give you cancer, because they also make you look thin and healthy.

...that I live in the "waiting place".  I love taking baths, but I'm always all, "I have too much to do, I'll squeeze in a bath next week"  or "I really want to see that movie, but this week is too busy"  or "I really love that shirt, but I'm going to save it for something special" What the hell am I waiting for?

...that there's not an extra hour in each day.

...that there is so much uncertainty in life and hopes and dreams can be dashed by an event that completely blindsides you.

...that saving money is no fun.

...that it will be sunshine and rainbows all week, but rain buckets on the weekend.  
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Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Discovery Girls Giveaway

I've spent some time lately reviewing the Discovery Girls Magazine and Fab Girls Guide Books and I think that they are just really quality products.  The magazines use real girls from different states instead of super thin, super scandalous models/celebrities.  It helps to foster self-confidence and self-esteem in girls ranging from 8-13.  As an adult, how many times do you put down a beauty magazine feeling fat, ugly, and unstylish?  Now imagine as an insecure adolescent who doesn't have a strong sense of self.  It's magazines like Discovery Girls Magazine that is trying to steer away from negative self-image in young girl while trying to provide outlets for questions on friendship, relationships with parents, fashion, and any other issues a tween/pre-teen would be going through.  It accomplishes this in a fun, inviting magazine that speaks to girls on their own level using their language.

The four Fab Girls Guide Books are Friendship Hardship, Sticky Situations, Getting Your Questions Answered, and Getting Through Tough Times are narrated by super fab twins Carmen and Dallas and address in depth issues that girls are dealing with, such as popularity, poisonous friendships, and how to be the best you can be.

And I have an awesome Discovery Girls package for the winner:

1 year subscription to the magazine (6 issues)
1 set of Fab Girls Guide
1 copy of the collectors edition with 2 free gifts

Tell me that is not the mother lode?  This giveaway is open to residents of the US and Canada only and here's how to enter:

1.  Tell me why you think Discovery Girls Magazines/Books are awesome. (1 entry)
2.  Tell me what lucky girl(s) you would give your winning package to. (1 entry)
3.  Be a public follower of my blog (2 entries)
4.  Grab my button or tell me you already have it (2 entries)
5.  Blog about this giveaway and link back to me (5 entries)

There is no mandatory entry, just do as many or as little as you like.  Make sure to leave your e-mail in at least one of the comments.  Make sure to leave a comment for each entry, so if you have my button you would leave 2 comments, you can just copy and paste the first one.  The giveaway will end on June 28th, 2011 at 11:59 pm and the winner will be notified by e-mail.  Good luck.

I was given a free sample of Discovery Girls Magazine and book so I could provide my honest opinion.  I was offered no other compensation.  
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Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Someday She'll Hate Me

When I was a teenager I was rancid.  I was God-awful to my mother.  I would sneak out of the house in the middle of the night, I would sneak my boyfriend into my room, I drank with my friends, I hiked up my Catholic school uniform skirt up the wazoo.  I was bad news.  Or more accurately, I was a typical teenager.  Those things I'm bracing for, but besides my affinity for boys who were bad, I was nasty.  Just plain out mean to my mother.  Nothing she ever did was good enough.  I never had enough.  I was angry and said a lot of very hurtful things.

Obviously as I've grown, I've  come away from those angst ridden teen age years and my mother and I have emerged on the other side so very close.  But I look at my sweet little girl, who last night fell asleep saying over and over again, "I love my mommy.  Mommy loves Isabella," and I know that one day she'll probably hate me.

She'll roll her eyes at me.  She'll put on makeup when she's not supposed to.  She'll kiss a boy.  She'll try a drink.  She'll yell at me that her life isn't fair.  She'll slam doors and give me the silent treatment.  That's all par for the course I'm sure.  So I need to bottle up her niceness now.

Now, when she prefers me to give her a bath.  When she doesn't care if we walk to the gym and I'm in neon green shorts because I'm awesome and not in the least bit embarrassing.  When she asks to snuggle and read books before bed.  When she still needs her stuffed giraffe to fall asleep.  When all it takes to stop her from crying is the promise of a treat or going outside.  When I can still keep her safe.  When I'm the number one person in her life.

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Monday, June 13, 2011

In Neutral

I kind of fell off the wagon of my Happiness Project  this week.  I didn't particularly feel like organizing, being healthy, or being nice to my husband.  I wasn't sad or unhappy, I just wasn't as happy as I've been the past few months.  I was in neutral.  I'm not beating myself up about it.  I'm just getting right back on the happiness train.

I had planned on using the first week of June as a week of Extreme Nice with Andy, but I just didn't have it in me.  Blame the PMS hormones or the fact that I've just been really overwhelmed at work or that I kind of didn't want to be so nice.  But it's passing and I'm ready to go full speed ahead with my June resolutions.

So today I'm starting my Week of Extreme Nice, which means that I'm going to be extremely nice to Andy.  I don't want to say too much more than that, but expect a full recap at the end of the week.  

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Sunday, June 12, 2011

Discovery Girls Fab Girl's Guide to Friendship Hardship Review

A few weeks ago I was fortunate enough to do a review of Discovery Girl's Magazine (click HERE to read it), and now I'm doing a review of one of their for Discovery Girl's books.  The Fab Girls Guide to Friendship Hardship is geared towards middle-school girls and it deals with many of the difficult problems young girls deal with in regards to friendship.

The book is narrated by twins Carmen and Dallas Fabrulezziano who tackle issues such as frenemies, the price of popularity, speaking up about bullies, how to be a good friend, and when to end a destructive friendship.  The advice offered by the twins is written in a way that it's accessible to girl's today; it uses their language at the same time it continues to be solid advice.  For example, in the section "Friendship Advice from Older Girls" it says, "You should have more than one close friend at school, or you're going to be very lonely if that friendship ever ends."

The book is charming, witty, and it has tons of quizzes, which I used to always love when I was growing up.  I think that it would be a great book for any young girl struggling with friendships, and let's face it that's most of them (and probably their moms too).  I read a little bit each day to a group of students and they loved it.  It really set the stage for some open dialogue.

There are four books in the Discovery Girls series: Friendship Hardship, Sticky Situations, Getting Your Questions Answered, and Getting Through Tough Times.  

You can purchase any of the books at

And stay tuned because I have an awesome Discovery Girl giveaway coming up this week!

I was provided with a free copy of Friendship Hardship so that I might provide you with an honest review.  I received no monetary compensation for this post.
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Friday, June 10, 2011

No Jury Would Convict Me

Picture's been a long day.  You've been working hard all day, sitting in hours of traffic, cooking dinner, cleaning up, running errands.  You put the baby to bed, go to the gym, take a shower, get everything set up for the next day.  Finally, finally, you crash into bed next to your already snoozing husband.  Your entire body aches and all you want to do is meld into your pillow.

...and then you hear it...

the loud snoring coming from the body next to you.  And not just a gentle wheezing, I mean an out and out chainsaw sleeping in the bed next to you.  At this point you're just mildly annoyed so you give him a slight kick, a gentle nudge.  That stops it for a second, and in that second you try your hardest to fall asleep before it starts up dice.  So then your kick gets harder and more urgent because if you don't fall asleep soon your eyeballs are going to start burning.  This startles him awake, "Honey you're snoring," you say.  He grogily, turns over and you start to fall into a light sleep when it starts again.  Is it possibly louder than before? So you pinch his nose.  "Stop snoring right now".  This does not make the beast happy.  "Knock it off," he says as he falls immediately back to sleep and you try so hard to fall asleep, but in an eighth of a second later, he's at it again.  So you have no choice, you bludgeon him to death before you fall into sweet slumber.

Now if you were on a jury, would you convict me?
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Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Someone Found Her Vagina

Isabella found her lady bits.  I thought I would be cool about this.  I thought I'd be all, "it's your body, feel free to explore it." but it freaks me out.  It all started one night when she was being a pill about me putting on her diaper after the bath.  So I told her she could help by putting on her diaper cream.  Then she starts giggling uncontrollably and saying, "that tickles."  Now whenever she's naked she wants to touch her vag.

I know it's natural and she's just curious about her body but O...M...G it makes me so uncomfortable.  I don't want to freak her out, but O...M...G I am super freaked out by it.  So I need you to talk me off the ledge and tell me that my daughter is not going to be some vagina rubbing sex freak when she grows up.
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Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Chili's Margarita Madness

Last week I insisted that Andy and I have a date night.  No baby.  No diet.  Just going out and indulging a little bit.  We went to Chili's, which I love.  Chili's is running a new promotion called Margarita Madness in which they are promoting the World's Freshest Margarita, Presidente Margarita, and the Patron Pomegranate Margarita.

I had the Patron Pomegranate Margarita which was delicious.  It was smooth and fruity and ahmazing!  Usually I'm a margarita purist, on the rocks with salt, but this looked too good to pass up so I went for it and I'm so glad I did.  If it wasn't a Thursday I would have knocked back another one.  We also got memphis potato skins with pulled pork, melted mozzarella, and bbq sauce, boneless buffalo wings, steak fajitas, and molten chocolate cake with peanut putter.  ZOMG!

Every bite and sip was delicious.  And Chili's is running a really cool Margarita Madness Promotion: The "Chili's Margarita Madness" sweepstakes details are as follows: 

"Chili's Margarita Madness": To enter, upload any photo on of you and your friends/family/significant other at Chili's.Prizes: One (1) winner will be randomly drawn every day and will receive one (1) $20 Chili's gift card. There will be 3 Grand Prize Winners, 
one on each of the following dates: April 30, 2011, May 30, 2011 and June 30, 2011. These winners will be awarded a 4-day/3-night all inclusive vacation package to either the Bahamas, the Dominican Republic or Jamaica! 

So go for the food and drink and maybe score some free swag.  We had a great time!  

I was provided with a $20 gift card to Chili's so that I might be able to provide a first hand account of the deliciousness
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Monday, June 6, 2011

Happiness Project June: Marriage

First of all I am beyond giddy that it's June!  Summer is here and my days at work are in the teens before summer vacation.  But I'm also happy because this month's happiness theme is marriage.  The relationship I have with Andy is probably the most important relationship in my life.  It binds our family unit together and provides an example for Isabella on what a marriage, or a relationship, should look like.  But marriage is work and there are some things about mine that I'd like to focus on to make it better.

Studies show that releasing anger actually does not make you feel better it just breeds more anger and volatile reactions, but as a closing exercise I am going to say all the things Andy does that drives me bananas in an effort to move on and make things better.  I'll admit that some of them are ridiculous and are more reflective of my own issues, but this is my blog and if he wants to bitch about me he'll just have to start his own!

  • the man will put dishes on the side of the sink.  The sink will be completely empty, but instead of putting the dishes in the sink he'll pile them up next to it.  It doesn't make any sense to me at all. 
  • He's a clutterbug.  We have a draw with unopened mail, he piles his shit on the stairs or on the dining room table and I hate clutter.  It gets me all balled up and tight assed.  Throw your shit away and/or put it where it, not in 3 days.
  • He naps a lot and nothing gets me angrier than a sleeping man.  It might be because I use Isabella's nap time to clean, do laundry, and whatnot.  
  • He complains a lot.  When he works midnights he complains that he can't sleep.  When he works days he complains that he's exhausted.  When he's off he complains that his stomach hurts or that he ate too much or that his back hurts or that he's still tired.  It's like a veritable bitchfest.  
  • He never wants to go out to eat or order food.  
  • Most of the housework falls on my shoulders.
  • He doesn't gain weight.  He can drink a gallon of beer and a bucket of wings and he'll gain like a pound.  And then all he has to do to lose that pound is to cut it down to a half a gallon and a half a bucket and he's good to go again. 
  • He thinks he's the most wonderful person to walk the Earth and that he does everything around the house to help me.  Sometimes I call him Mr. Wonderful and ask him if he'd prefer a statue or a medal to commemorate the fact that he did the laundry and put the toys away when my to-do list is 28 items deep every week.
  • He's in charge of cleaning the bathrooms and he does it maybe once a month.  Disgust!  
  • He's selfish.
  • He makes fun of the reality shows that I watch.
Now in all fairness, this list is very one sided.  He does do a lot of great things.  He's an amazing, hands on dad.  He tries to create special daddy-daughter rituals like weekday bagel runs and walks after dinner.  He gets the oil changed in my car.  He doesn't harass me about my multiple etsy charges. He sets up the coffee pot for me and makes my lunch.  He lets me sleep in an extra hour when he's on midnights.  He talks about our family's future with such gusto that it's contagious.  

So here are my resolutions for June:

Show Proofs of Love: in the Happiness Project book, Gretchen Rubin says there is no love only proofs of love.  And while I don't agree wholeheartedly with that, it is nice to show small proofs of love.  Bring him home a sandwich that I know he'll love even if it will make my car reek.  I can tell him to go to the gym while I put the baby to bed.  I can make sure he wakes up and the coffee is brewing.  Small things to make a big difference.

Don't Expect Recognition: I'm sure I'm not alone when I say that I will list out all of the things that I've done to my husband.  How many times have you had this conversation:
Husband: Can you get me a glass of water?
Wife: Seriously?! I just cleaned the kitchen, swept and mopped the floors, and now I need to go and fold the clothes.  
Husband: I wasn't that thirsty anyway.  
If I do something that's good or that needs to be done it should be for those reasons alone, not to lord it over Andy.  

Quit Nagging: I hate the way I sound when I nag.  I hate nagging Andy into submission.  This is gonna be a tough one, but if I can keep my cool I think I might be able to keep Andy from being henpecked to death.  

Fight Right: Stick to the issue at hand.  Talk don't yell.  Avoid the use of the words "always" and "never" and don't bring up every bad thing he's done in the past decade.  Tell him what I expect rather than expecting him to read my mind.  

Here's to June! 

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Saturday, June 4, 2011

The Apple Don't Fall Far From the Tree

Aside from just looking like me, Isabella has inherited a lot from me and let me tell you, there's nothing like seeing your own idiosyncrasies playing out in your own child.  Most of it is good.  She inherited my love of books and my intelligence...did you know she knows all the letters and their sounds and she can count to 20?  Hey, a mom can brag.  She got my eyes and my nose.  Her love of chocolate, carbs, and cheese can all be traced back to me.  She's very diplomatic and I'd like to think she got that from me.

But there's something that she inherited from her mama that's not so great.  The poor kid is a perfectionist.  She gets so frustrated when she can't line up her toys exactly the way that she wants them.  She tries so hard with her little fingers to get things the way she wants them and when she can't she completely falls apart.  It's so sad to watch because I get the same way.  Easily frustrated when things don't go my way.

 It's really kind of forced me to slow down and watch how I act around her.  When she drops food or spills a drink she's all, "Oh, no! Clean it up" and I don't want her to be all balled up like that, worrying about every little thing like I do.  I want her to be carefree and have no worries.  She's a very intense little girl when she wants to be and I just don't think her toddler years should be fraught with worry about whether or not the amount of rocks she has on her right side are equal to the amount of rocks she has on her left side.

I guess kids pick up on more than we think they do.
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Friday, June 3, 2011

It Smells Like Summer

I love summertime.  Love it.  I love the balmy heat.  The afternoon naps.  I love seeing Isabella in her bathing suit and ponytail jumping around in the pool.  I like eating grapes in the shade with a cool bottle of water.  I love it when the house is full of people and the bbq is fired up and we all eat dinner outside.  I love the sound of little girl giggles when they're chasing bubbles.  I love the look of sidewalk chalk on the deck.  I love the cool feel of the air conditioner after a long play at the park.  I love how the day stretches out before you, unplanned and waiting.  I love cold beer and colder ice cream.  I love the terrible summer television.  I love breezy sundresses and open toed shoes.  I love pretty pedicures and Thursday night happy hours.  I love family vacations and day trips to Sesame Place.  I love rain showers and puddle jumping.  I love fresh fruit.  I love the sound of the ice cream truck.  I love all the wonderful things that summer brings.

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Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Tales from the Fitting Room

This past Memorial Day weekend I went on a shopping spree and there is nothing that is more inspiring of tears, anger, and meltdowns than the fitting room.  It has bad lighting and it's unforgiving.  It's just you and your issues staring face-to-face under the florescent lights.  I have some thoughts.

1.  Eat before you shop.  Hungry equates cranky.  Even though it might sound counterintuitive so eat when you want to look thin it's better not to skip a meal.  Sure those jeans may fit when you haven't eaten in 6 hours, but how often do you live your life like that.  Maybe eating a steak bowl from Chipotle like I did isn't the best idea, but maybe have some chicken salad.

2.  Beware your underwear.  When going shopping wear a good fitting bra and seamless panties.  Also be careful of the cut of the shirts as well.  If you buy ten dresses in a racerback cut and you only have one racerback bra there's going to be a wardrobe disconnect.

3.  Hit up the vanity sizing store first.  If you're really a 10, but you can buy a pair of pants in an 8 you'll feel thin even though your ass is the same size.  Express and Old Navy are some of the biggest vanity sizers around.

4.  Shop for your body type.  I love spaghetti straps and strapless dresses in the summer, but my boobs don't allow for that.  So I forgo it for thicker straps that allow me to wear a bra and feel more comfortable.  I also don't like anything slinky, too fitted, or see through.  Once I realized that I had to shop for things that flattered my shape, it made life a bunch easier.

5.  Don't buy high maintenance pieces.  If it's dry clean only and that's a problem, don't buy it.  Keep in mind if you need a cami under it or if you'll need spanx.

6.  Get clothes that fit.  Nothing looks worse than clothes that are too tight and you're spilling out of or clothes that are too big and you're constantly pulling on.

And an unfortunate observation:  if you're thin clothes look better on you.  I noticed it as I was people watching at the mall.  Girls who were thin looked great, where as the rest of us schlubs need to work on it.  Le sigh.
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