Put on your...

Easter bonnet
bunny tail

Go Marlins!

Baseball has begun...

and is already in full swing!

And he's

having a blast!

PSF and the Euro

I have zero blogging material. Less than zero.

While it should be spring and we should be out frolicking among the blooming flowers, it has actually been cold. And rainy. And we've been suck inside doing the same old stuff we have for the few months.

Y'all have already seen pictures and heard stories about that. It's old news. So, as a result, I have no blogging material.

So instead you're getting a story about my brother while on our Italy trip.

While in Italy, my parents, brother Andy, and I decided to take a day trip to Gubbio while my brother, Ben, and Alex chillaxed at the villa.

Gubbio was awesome. We took this topless bird-cage like cable car to the top of the mountain.

We were really high up and the view was cool.

This is my dad pretending to fall off the edge. Hilarious, no?

And this is the patron saint of Gubbio, Ubaldo. Despite the fact that he has been dead since the 1100s, his body is in remarkable condition. It is considered one of his miracles.

When we got back, we walked into the villa to find the table covered in an empty wine bottle and many empty beer bottles and these drunks dudes engrossed in a bocce tournament.

Later on we went out for dinner and enjoyed some conversation that drove my dad crazy interesting conversation. At one point during dinner, Ben caught a little bug flying around and asked what we would give him if we ate it.
(Yes, this is a true story.)
So, I said a Euro.
Apparently, he'll do anything for a Euro.


(This is Ben holding the prized Euro)

So, what would you do for a Euro?


Hosted by Cecily

And I thought it was hard swimsuit shopping for myself!

Here's a fair warning: I'm a pretty opinionated person and I'm about to be totally honest here. I will probably offended someone. People have different views on what's appropriate and what's not and I'm only talking about what I feel is appropriate for my own children.

I used to love bathing suit shopping. You know, back in the day when I had a rockin' body and every teeny, itty-bitty, bikini looked awesome on me.

When I had a girl, I thought I would enjoy it again. After all, those little bathing suits with the little ruffles on the fanny are so cute.

And then I actually went bathing suit shopping for Melody. Those suits with the ruffles? Yeah, they are hard to find. You know what's easy to find? These.

Seriously? For a 3 year old? This is more like something I would have worn back in college strutting my stuff around the pool (minus the Hello Kitty print, of course).



And how about this sexy little number?

(Photos credit Macys.com)

I'm sorry, but really? I triangle top string bikini for a preschooler?

Maybe I'm on glue or something but it just seems inappropriate to dress a three year old in something I would wear to look sexy for Edward my husband.

Any thoughts or opinions?

A heart felt apology

After posting this last week, I got a few upset phone calls comments from a few people who shall remain nameless who felt left out.

So, I'm adding a few things I'm thankful for.

My parents as well as the rest of my extended family. I have a wonderful family and love every one of them.

And while I did list "best friends", apparently someone thought that was too broad a term. So, just to clarify, the term "best friends" was intended to include my friends as well.

So while I may have dropped the ball here, I certainly hope all these people already know they are an important part of my life and greatly loved.

PSF and 24

Tomorrow is my 31st 24th birthday.

I used to love my birthday. That feeling ended last year. I'd rather stay in my 20s than receive presents.

So, in order to keep perspective, today I'm listing 31 24 things I'm thankful for.

24. Chocolate. Who doesn't love that.

23. Peanut butter. It's the perfect chocolate accessory.

22. Jillian Michael's workouts. They allow me to overindulge in number 23 & 24.

21. The first day of school.

20. Sleeping babies.

19. Purses. Who doesn't love to shop for purses?

18. Shoes. If I'm not shopping for a purse, I'm shopping for shoes.

17. The beach

16. Dressing up.

15. Jewelry. I love jewelry. (hint hint, honey.)

14. Auburn football.

13. Vampires.

12. Werewolves.

11. Spaghetti.

10. Swimming.

9. A bad hair day because it means we have hair!

8. Best friends.

7. Funny faces.

6. Going out to dinner.

5. Luke.

4. This big boy.

3. This little boy.

2. This adorable girl.

1. The best husband ever!

Hosted by Cecily

If you look up drama in the dictionary...

this is probably what you'll see.



How do you react when it's bedtime?

Are you OK?

My parents are in Colorado this week, skiing and vising my brother Ben.

Their trip reminded me of the last time we all went skiing together. We went to Park City, UT, in December 2000.

My mom and I are nowhere near as good as my dad and brothers We all ski on different levels and usually split up on the slopes.

However, on this particular day, we had meet up at the top to ski along the ridge.

We were enjoying a leisurely run down, enjoying the scenery and chatting.

Somehow my mother got a little ahead of us and when we all rounded the corner we found her sprawled on the ground.

"Are you OK?" my dad asked rushing towards her.

"I'm fine," replied my mom, "but I hope that guy I knocked off the mountain is OK!"

Suddenly, we see a ski come up over the edge and hear a voice say, "Don't worry, I'm OK!" Then up came the second ski.

With a little help, the guy was able to get back up onto the mountain and we all went on our way. Even though that was years ago, we still laugh every time we tell that story.

PSF and bookworms

We are a family of bookworms.

I've always been a bookworm. Jack was born with the bookworm gene and Melody has developed a love of books as well. I've even converted Alex into (mostly) a bookworm.

This is a small sample of the books currently on my reading list. I've blogged before about my favorite books as well.

Charlie was the black sheep in the family. He was not a natural book lover. And despite our consistent efforts of reading to him daily, he was totally uninterested.

Enter the Doggy Book.

He received this book for his birthday and he will read it over and over and over.

He's still not crazy about other books but he's warming up. Now he'll sit and listen to a few pages of a different book before getting the doggy book.

I guess that's a start, right?

Hosted by Cecily and Lolli

It's currently 11:55 a.m.

and Melody has been hoping for the better part of the day since 7:15 a.m.



I can only imagine the rockin' body I would have if I bounced like that all day long. Too bad she won't relinquish the hopper long enough for me to try.

PSF and simple lessons

I have learned many, many, many things in my 5+ years of parenting.

One lesson I've gleaned from my parenting experiences is that the simplest answer is often the best answer. And when ever I forget that lesson, my children are quick to remind me.

"Wook! I see tew air-panes!" shouted Melody.

"Wow. I wonder where they're going," I respond.

"Dey goin' to the airport of course!"

Of course.

(And, yes, I think her outfit is fabulous too.)


Hosted by Cecily and Kelli

A little mommy

Melody, as our little girl, is the nurturer out of the three.

While she sometimes tries to take care her brothers, they are often not receptive (read: the older one tries to boss her around and the youngest tries to run away). She will then turn to her dolls and pretend to be their mommy.

Until lately.

She has discovered that Luke loves her pampering.

The other day, I found this

Melody, worried that Luke was cold, had covered him in her bathrobe.

Later on, she thought he needed some toys to play with and set out her box of princesses for him.

I think he really appreciated the gesture.

So far, she's a very good mommy-in-training!

Sugar and spice and everything nice...

that's what little girls are made of!

(Melody 15 months)

Snakes and snails and puppy dog tails...

(Jack 2 years)

that's what little boys are made of!

(Charlie 17 months)

Yes, that is Charlie with his finger up his nose and laughing about it. Hysterically, I might add. And,yes, I realize he's in a pink bib, but that's just because it's the only one he can't pull off.

*Sigh* He's a complete mess. A cute mess, but a mess nonetheless!