This year I decided I wanted to have nice pictures taken of the kids, to make Christmas cards with their picture on them. My father-in-law is really into photography and takes really nice pictures so I asked him if he could take some shots of the kids for me; He agreed. So I made plans with my mom to go get outfits at Baby Gap for the pictures. Saturday morning comes around and I am planning on taking Mila with me to the mall. I always take the baby, she’s the easy one. On this particular morning, James is being really good. When I start getting ready to go he asked me where I was going, so I told him I was going shopping. He asked if he could go with me. My first reaction was to immediately say no, but then the guilt started setting in. I felt bad, and he was being really good so I decided to take him instead of Mila. I mean, I figured it would be a quick trip. I had already picked out what I wanted to get online so I just had to find it in the store and buy it. Boy, was I wrong.
I won’t go into too much detail about every single melt-down we encountered that day. But, let me just say that a quick 1 hour trip to the mall turned out to be the most stressful 3 hours of my life. At the 3 hour mark I called Dan, and he came and rescued me. We switched kids, A screaming 2 year old for a peaceful 4 month old. At this point I was able to finish my shopping, and get the outfits we needed.
Sunday was picture day. I thought this day through. I went and got some bribes for James. We were equip with Sour gummy worms, and sweettarts. I figured, what kid wouldn’t sit still for one decent picture for some candy? Well, That would be my child. I got them all dressed up, looking so awesome in their Christmas outfits. Every time I turned around James was ripping his tie off. After about 30 minutes, of begging and pleading with James to behave, and smile, and sit up straight, and hold his baby sister so she wouldn’t fall over, we gave up. We got a ton of pictures, so now we have our fingers crossed that just one of them turned out nice enough to make a card of.
Life lesson learned: I cannot expect things to actually go as planned when I am working with a small child.
I will post the pictures we got as soon as they are emailed to me, but as for now this one seems to fit.
I have never been good at applying make-up. My older sister Shauna, however has always been awesome at it (she’s the artistic one). I’m always super jealous of her fabulously painted face!
So…. I have taken it upon myself to learn the tricks of the trade! This new dedication I have to having flawless make-up is what drove me to make a spontaneous trip to Ulta yesterday, and spend a whopping $107!!! That was a total accident by the way; I have a mild obsession with nail polish, and couldn’t resist buying a few new shades. Anyway, my point is that it all adds up pretty quickly. I am however very happy with my purchases, and the more I practice the better I get. Imagine that!
Here is a picture of my best attempt (so far).
Now, I will get back to my nail polish obsession. I contemplated counting how many different colors I actually have, but I figured that would just be a little obnoxious. I will spare you the head count of my nail polish bag…
Since the day I found out I was having a baby girl, I couldn’t wait to paint her little toes. I figured this was a far-fetched idea, because I would never put such harsh chemicals on her… Until, I came across www.piggypaint.com. HALLELUJAH! Could it be? An all natural nail polish, safe for kids that is non-toxic, free of formaldehyde, toluene, phthalates, Bisphenol A, ethyl acetate and acetone? Hmm, I think I may just have to give this stuff a try.
My husband looks at me like I’m crazy. He says “your going to need to paint them with a toothpick!” I think I can do it. As soon as I recover from my costly trip to Ulta, I will purchase some Piggy Paint and give my baby girl some pink toes! I will be sure to post pictures!
Yesterday was Halloween; it was also my 23rd birthday. This is the first year ever that I have done nothing to celebrate my birthday, and I am actually okay with that. I guess when you have two kids, and your birthday falls on such a “holiday”, they come first.
James dressed up as a pirate, with a beard and all!
This was the first Halloween that he actually knew what was going on enough to get excited about it! They talked about Halloween all week at his school and had a party on Friday to celebrate. So by the time it was (finally) time to Trick-or-Treat, he was ready! We all had an excellent time walking from house to house and seeing all of the other costumes. James even remembered to use his manners each time someone added candy to his pumpkin bucket! Even Mila enjoyed herself in the Baby Bjorn, that daddy was gladly sporting!
All in all, I had a fabulous birthday. Not because it was all about me, but because I got to spend it with my family and witness James have the time of his life Trick-or-Treating for the first time!
A wife and a mother to an (almost) 3 year old and an (almost) 4 month old. Follow me as I grow, mature, and figure out life. All while doing the best I know how to raise my two children. 
