Wednesday, October 24, 2012

him.

 I sure love him.

& his new sexy man glasses.

& the fact that he just smiles that cute little smile while someone obnoxiously paparazzis him in his new sexy man glasses from across the dining room table while he's trying to study.

& that he listened when I informed him that tortoise shell is the new black in eye wear.
Because, duh, I am the Rachel Zoe of eye wear obvs.

Monday, October 22, 2012

only a mother...


 skirt: Ross, sweater & shoes: target, shirt: Forever 21, belt: thrifted

  • ...would understand that the most important choice you will make all day is which pair of superhero undies  you put on.
  • ...would get to hear about how in her little man's humble opinion, his Optimus Prime mask "is the cutest helmuk I ever seen".
  • ...would only have to follow the sound of "Mommy!  Come out, come out wherever you are!  We're the good guys now!" from halfway across the store to find her family.
  • ... would have the pleasure of being referred to as "big mama" {please excuse me while I go eat only green beans for the rest of my life}
  • ... would also have the pleasure of being called "mommily-saurus", "Optimus mudder" {aka Optimus' mother} & "Fluffles"
  •  ...would realize her son has been watching too much 'Dancing with the Stars' with Grandma when he tries to dip her {which is really more like pushing her over} while saying, "This is what big men do"

Friday, October 19, 2012

Monday, October 15, 2012

fall, you are welcome here

For some reason I always feel caught of guard when the fall rains finally come.  I begin feeling grumpy and tired, and I find ten million and one other reasons to blame it on.  Usually, I come around after a few days and realize the true culprit of the 'tude.  {You'd think after five years of this pattern I'd pick up on it a little faster.  Genius, right here}.  And then I get a day, cozy and wonderful in only the ways a fall day can be, and once again everything seems right.  Today was one of those days.


{FYI for those who do not fall into one of the following categories: boys, mothers of  boys, significant others of boys, tweens/teens, robot enthusiasts--the top right pumpkin is etched with a fantastic depiction of the Transformers emblem, which one loving father poured blood, sweat, tears and precious study time into creating for a little man who happens to fall into two of the above listed categories.  This is lucky for that little man, because his mama just so happens to be the laziest pumpkin carver in the world.}

Thursday, October 11, 2012

the miracle cure

Last weekend we had two people trying to beat a cold and someone else who was up to his eyeballs in studying kidney function.  The cure all?  The beach, of course.  And oh my.  A miracle of all miracles happened: someone turned off the wind and told the sun to shine.

So, someone took a nap.

Someone got buried.

Someone found seashells that would "look so beautiful in mommy's hair".

Some peeps took a stroll.

Someone spotted the apple of his eye :)

And someone discovered sand crabs for the first time.

Perfect-o.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

happy tuesday!


Love,
Sam, a pair of superman undies, mama's boots, and a messy kitchen

Friday, October 5, 2012

only a mother...


  • ....would get to experience that awkward moment when the barister {seriously, what IS a male barista called??} who was busy making her coffee turns around to look at her like, "ummm... what did that lady just call me?" after she just finished saying "What sweetie?" to the little man in her back seat.
  • ...would understand that "You look like Kung Fu Panda" & "Your teeth look white like a skeleton man" are both intended as only the highest of compliments.
  • ...would get to hear the suggestion that we start referring to Grandma's house as "our vacation home".  Because we are fancy like that.
  • ... would be laying by the fire, stealing a brief moment of quiet time with her husband, only to be interrupted by a little voice bellowing from the bathroom as it proclaims "MOMMY! I POOOOOPED!  COME WIPE MY BUUUUTT!"
  • ...would get to enjoy eavesdropping on conversations between daddy and two-bit such as, "Did you just wipe a booger on me?! That's really not nice.  No wiping boogers on people."  Oh the teaching moments of life...

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

simple dining decor

 
These burlap beauties were so easy & so cheap to make {and Jon said he liked them, which equals bonus points!} that I just had to share...

It all began with these frames that I picked up at a garage sale for a couple bucks:
I loved the fact that they were shadow boxes.  So I brought them home and hung them on my empty dining room wall.  The pictures that came in them were honestly kind of cute, but they didn't match my decor so there they sat in all their non-matching glory until I figured out what to do with them.  Finally, after two whole weeks it hit me.

I hit up the fabric store {while the boys killed some time buying junk from the dollar store a couple of doors down--because you were dying to know} for some burlap--super cheap stuff, like $2.50/yard cheap.  Then I printed off my "stencil" and grabbed a black sharpee.

The burlap is so loosely woven that I was able to see right through it and trace the words.

Then I cut 'em out to the appropriate size and placed them in the frames.

And that's it.  Told you it was simple!  So easy in fact, my three year old could do it.
Except he would probably trace pictures of Transformers instead.


Monday, October 1, 2012

a helper of sorts


We've been busy doing a little fall cleaning around here.  Jon was assigned to the downstairs, I was assigned to the upstairs.  Sam was self-assigned to pretending to be the Avengers--yes, that's correct, not just one, but all of them on a rotation.  Jon and I placed a wager that whoever finished their respective area first would win a 20 minutes back rub from the loser.  But now that I think about it, we always wager that and I don't think anybody has actually ever delivered the goods. Like ever.  I suppose it doesn't really matter though, since both of us insist we finished first.  Although, the real truth of the matter is that neither of us truly finished, but for now we'll just ignore the spots on the kitchen floor and the dirt on the staircase carpet.

While we were just about wrapping up the cleaning, I poked my head into Sam's room to see what he was up to.  I found him standing on his bed with a small stack of books, carefully lining them up along his headboard.  "What are you working on?" I asked him.  "I'm decorating my room for Christmas!".  A little premature on the Christmas decorating {although, I suppose he is a boy after his mother's own heart...}, and definitely a unique choice in decorations.  but oh my, the pride on his little face.  and the realization that this was his way of "helping" {because no house is truly clean until you line your books up on your headboard}.
Melts my heart.