Sunday, April 18, 2010


I'm 31 weeks now. I'm not a huge belly shot picture taker but I figured at this stage of the game I'll just use it to illustrate a point. See this:

This causes this:

I love getting organized, being creative, having the best of intentions to re-do this, re-do that, blah blah blah. But, then life happens and only about a 1/3 of them get done. Except when I'm pregnant. I'm a freakin rockstar getting stuff done around our house.

First on the list is a complete makeover of our bedroom. I'll take before and after shots but I'm replacing everything but the furniture - new carpet, new paint, new comforter, etc...I found our comforter finally which means I can get started with everything. A couple of the colors below will go into this new room, I can't wait to lighten it up and make it the one spot in my house I can go and escape.

I've also been working the baby's room. No big previews, you must wait until the big REVEAL before I can show you what his nursury will look like (like every other baby nursury you've ever seen) but hey - it will be special because HIS.

Dom and I went to Europe in September of 2007 - visited so many places I can't wait to get back to. Before the digital scrapbooking became as popular as it did I decided to put my own together of that trip. I've sat on this forever until recently, you know, because I have nothing else to do. Screw it, if it gets done, great.

Little things are getting done too, cabinets being cleaned out, reorganized my drawers, my closet, Brooklyn's toys, her clothes...MAMA IS ON FIRE.

Watch out.

Nesting much? I think so.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

19 months

You are 19 months old today. I feel like I could turn in a circle and you'll be standing there, 19 years old.
I love you sweet Brooklyn girl, you are my life.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Case of the Mama Mondays

My husband called me this morning after he dropped our daughter off to tell me she had the worst break down ever as far as school drop off goes. Her school is right near his work so he takes and picks up every day. I am very grateful for this as it can be taxing on one person to do this every single day. Every morning he drops her off, watches her kick and scream, and starts his work day. We know this is normal behavior, they get over it as soon as you leave, but sometimes knowing that doesn't make it any easier.

Today was especially bad he said, lots of kicking and screaming "No DADDDDDYYYYY!!!!

When she woke up this morning she was in a great mood saying 'good mor-ing!' to us as Dom brought her downstairs. She asked for me and just laid on my chest for a few silent, still moments. My favorite times. She was acting goofy, dancing to Barney, enjoying pancakes & her 'bna-na'.

We do this routine 5 days a week and most days go really smooth. Others, like this morning, suck. I miss her, I want to stay home, comfy in our pj's, coloring, reading, playing, exploring...nap time after lunch while I get myself together, play on Facebook, blog, clean, start dinner, do some laundry. Wake up and go to the park, get home have a snack and wait for Daddy to get home. (Notice in my perfect world there are no meltdowns and tantrums to deal with). :)

It has nothing to do with dreading my actual job, that's not really the case at all. It has everything to do with just having a case of the 'mama Mondays'.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

We're back....................

Sadly. :( We got back on Monday night after a WONDERFUL trip. I loved everything about Cabo and absolutely recommend that you all add it to your 'places to go' lists.
The weather was gorgeous, the view was simply breathtaking, service impeccable, and the kids club services they offered worked out great. Brooklyn got a few hours in the sun every day with mommy & daddy, and then a few hours in the kids clubs doing activities, playing with other kiddos, etc...while the hubs and I just relaxed in a comfy chair by the pool. We each got massages, I got a pedicure, enjoyed live music, alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages, and each other.

Brooklyn warmed up to the staff there immediately and suddenly our 18 month old was bilingual. 'HOLA, HOLA, HOLA, HOLA...' we must have heard that 100 times from her. She did great on the 'airpanes' too, a few breakdowns in the customs lines but as I see it she's only expressing herself as we would if we could. Can someone tell me again why the customs lines always seems to have 100 booths, but 10 open? Ay ay ay.

We've managed to hop right back into our daily routines, work, bills, and all that comes with but mentally I check out and go back to this heavenly place:
Ahhhhh.....CABO. We shall meet again.