One Year Older

and as overwhelmed as ever. So much crap to do around here. Yet, I'm on the computer. Is that bad?

I had a wonderful 30th Birthday celebration last week. Lots of great gifts, a nice dinner out-sans Brendan, topped off by a really fun party at none other than the Seagrape, where we met 6 years ago. I'd post some pictures of the big shindig but I can't have fellow bloggers thinking I party like that all the time.
So along with lots of great gifts comes lots of thank you's to write. Ugh. This house is such a pigsty I can barely take it any longer. The office I'm currently sitting in is overflowing with things that need to be filed. The laundry has somehow piled up to the ceiling...or close anyway. And the floors...oh my precious hardwood floors. Covered in juice splats, drool, and God knows what else. Not to mention, I have a soon-to-be 16 month old whose curiosity is about to kill this cat. He's all over the damn place and likes to be Mommy-entertained at all times. How do people stay on top of it all with multiple kids? Because every time I get just a tad overwhelmed with everyday life, I can swear I hear my ovaries shrivel up a little bit more. Oh the headache I have right now...

On a lighter note, tomorrow is our 3 year wedding anniversary and I plan to post a beautiful tribute to my darling husband. Stay tuned.

Small Stuff

It was a night just like any other. I got Brendan ready for bed. Fresh diaper. Clean PJ's. Hands and face washed. Teeth brushed. Stories read. Blankie thrown over my shoulder and binky in hand. We head upstairs.

We walk into Brendan's room and just as I'm about to lay him down, he puts his head on my shoulder. "Momma. Momma." In the softest tone of course. I wanted to fetch him ice cream just for being so sweet and amazing, but we have none.

It's the small stuff that gets me. My heart is stolen again and again by that little curly haired man upstairs.

That's okay. That's one thief I can most gladly forgive.

The Big 3-0

I swear I just turned 21 like, yesterday! Where does the time go? How does life pass by so quickly?

I had this long, brilliant post planned for today. I was going to go on and on with my life story, how I arrived at where I am today, and how I'm feeling about it all. But instead, I'll just say this. I'm 30 years old. I'm happy, I'm healthy, I have the best family and friends I could ask for, a gorgeous son that amazes me every moment of the day, and dammit, I can still pass for a college kid!

The years have been wonderful to me, and I have a feeling the good times have just begun.

A Day at the Office

"Grandpa Jack, just how many remotes do you need in here anyway?"

My 15 Month Old Likes....

anything he can push around the place.




a stuffed puppy named Cooper that he stole from Grandma's house.


rearranging the shelves in the fridge, pantry, and cabinets.


cookies. All kinds.




hanging out with his girlfriend, Ariana, of course.




going as naked as possible. Should make winter very interesting.


and last but certainly not least, anything with wheels. "caw? caw!"

What's Better Than a Grandma?

My mother-in-law is going to kill me for posting that, she hates having her picture taken, but I just had to share. There's nothing in the world like Grandmothers. I should know. My Grandma Flossie is one of the world's greatest and I'm so lucky to have her in my life.



What would we do without them?

The Sad Post.

Summer is over! Or, almost over I should say. We had such a fun summer, the funnest I've had in ages. We were so outgoing, Brendan and I. We hit the beaches, Lake Mohegan, lots of playgroup outings, made new friends, took many, many walks to the park, and just hung out in the backyard eating ice pops and soaking in the frog pool. In my opinion, summer is best when you have a little one. It's so easy to throw a onesie on him and just let him go. I hate, hate the thought of bundling him up in a snowsuit just to go outside for 10 minutes. Should we take advantage of the husband's work situation and fly south to Houston for the winter? Do you dare us? We just might.

I'm also sad because an uncle of mine has fallen ill. Very ill. He's been battling cancer this past year and it's just not looking good at the moment. It seems every time they finish up the chemo and tell him he's done, they find more spots. This time, on his liver. I love my Uncle Frank. He's always been my most favorite. He and my Aunt Julie have been such stable rocks in my life, they are those people that I count on to always be there. I would be absolutely devastated if something were to happen to him, as many others would be. Please say a prayer for him, he's a very good man with a heart bigger than most. This world simply wouldn't be the same without him in it.

Also, on another sad note...Brendan has a cold! I know, not too traumatic, but he was up all night coughing and looks so pathetic today. I hate when he's sick and there's only so much I can do. Humidifier? Check. Vicks Vaporub? Check. Saline drops? Check. Tylenol? Check check. Warm baths? Check. Lots of love and attention? Check check check. But nothing is doing the trick today. He's sleeping now, and it's dinner time. I refuse to wake him, it's the most he's slept without coughing in 2 nights. If he's up all night, so be it. The joy of having kids, right?

At least the weather is gorgeous. When he does wake up, we just might have dinner on the patio and take advantage of the rest of summer. Why not I suppose. Hope you all had a safe Labor Day Weekend.