Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
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.
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.
Later on we went out for dinner and enjoyed some
(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
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
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?
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
Any thoughts or opinions?
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
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
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
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.
9. A bad hair day because it means we have hair!
8. Best friends.
7. Funny faces.
6. Going out to dinner.
4. This big boy.
3. This little boy.
2. This adorable girl.
Hosted by Cecily
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
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?
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
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.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
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.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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.
She has discovered that Luke loves her pampering.
The other day, I found this
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.
Monday, March 1, 2010
(Jack 2 years)
that's what little boys are made of!
(Charlie 17 months)