So much to say, so much to say

Holy pregnancy did I fall off the wagon with this blog or what? I've been mentally here, sort of, blogging in my head but never translating to paper. TOO. DAMN. BUSY. It mostly stems from work, things have been insane and while I'm very grateful for the job, I'm beat when I get home.

It's been a whirlwind these past few weeks, and then some. I'm 36 weeks pregnant this Saturday and am feeling every bit of it. We'll just leave it at that in an attempt to not sound over dramatic, and to spare you the fun details of what's happening to your body at the end. The end. The END - it's near! I can't hardly believe that in just a few weeks I'll meet this little man. This pregnancy has felt long, but then again looking back it does feel like it's also flown by. It's hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that we'll have another little one around. Brooklyn is it, she's our baby girl, so grown up now and becoming a big sister.

Lets pause and update on that little diva while we're at it. Her vocabulary is insane - she's says anything from 'mommy sit now!' to 'catepilwar', 'ouside','yogur','i like that!', 'be wight back', 'sweet deams!', it just goes on and on. The past two months have been remarkable in watching her change. I love that little mouse more than I can ever describer on paper, she is the best thing that has happened to Dom and I, hands down. She's also been helping in the kitchen lately and would like for me to let you know she'll be hosting a dinner party soon.

We are anxious to introduce her to her little brother, I'm confident she'll do great with the change but also know to expect a few rough patches as we work through giving our time to both.

House projects are still underway, my poor husband has been a freaking rockstar helping get everything ready. He has totally stepped it up and accomplished so many things over the last few weeks that we wanted to get done - I hope to post before and after pics of our room, the baby's room, etc...but considering it's been about 6 weeks since my last update, don't hold your breath.

Speaking of baby's room, my friends at work threw me an amazing shower and HOOKED us up with so many adorable little boy things. I am so grateful, it's such an awesome feeling when people are so generous and thoughtful, it overwhelms me. What also overwhelmed me was all the BLUE as I'm so used to seeing PINK. A balloon was all it took that day to throw me into the reality that my little BOY is almost here.

I've got so much to say, updates to give, stories to tell, but that's it for now folks. I'm hanging in there, almost done making this baby. Stay tuned.

Okay, so I'm not perfect.

It was my turn to pick up B yesterday from school. We love where she goes, her teachers, the facility, she comes home every week and it seems she has learned something new.

I walked into her classroom last night and her teacher was sitting there with the other kiddos, but no Brooklyn. She let me know one of the other teachers had gone home early so B was up front with Kathie (the owner) in her office to make sure the kid/teacher ratio was in tact. So, I head her way and notice that Kathie has two parents, two other kiddos, and Brooklyn all in her office. I opened the door to interupt and Brooklyn comes running towards me 'Mama, mama, mama' and she is showing me something in her hand. I look closely and she has two thumbtacks so proudly displayed in her palm. I calmly grab them from her and hand them to Kathie and give her a WTF look. You could tell she was mortified, the other parents didn't even look up and I walked out without really saying anything.

Fast forward to conversation at home with the hubster:

D: How was B's day?
H: Good, she was in Kathie's office when I went to get her, one of her teachers had to leave early.
H: When I got her...she...uh...had two thumbtacks in her hand.
D: What the f***? She had what? She could have swallowed those, what the hell are they thinking. We pay them too much money for that shit to happen...
H: And she was in a parent meeting.
H: And there were two other kids in there.
D: WHAT THE HELL. That's it, I'm saying something first thing in the morning. That's bullshit.
H: It was an honest mistake....
D: Bullshit. Unacceptable.

While I know my husband is right, for some reason last night I just didn't say anything. I walked out, she was okay, not hurt, and I do sometimes understand that these things happen. I'm all about protecting my child but I suppose I'm more forgiving when I know the situation is already diffused. But, he's right. It's unacceptable.

First thing this morning he dropped her off, went straight into Kathie's office and let her know we felt and it will never happen again. She apologized and ensured Dom that we won't ever need to worry, she was very sorry, etc...everything you'd expect to hear. I genuinely believe her, so does Dom, and everything is on track and back to normal.

I am glad my husband is the way he is. He never hesitatates to say something, in any situation, and he's very good about getting things taken care of. I sort of regret not saying something now that I look back but appreciate my the hubs picking up my slack.

Been there before or are you PERFECT? :)

Don't be tardy for the party!

If any of you watch Housewives of Atlanta (and if you don't, omg what the hell - start watching now!), then you'll understand the reference to the title and we can talk about the awesome hot mess horridness of that later.
This weekend I'm throwing Brooklyn's 1st birthday party. Even though her actual day came and went, girl still needs a celebration, right? And, with scheduling conflicts like opening day of dove season (yes, that's my family), and football (priorities people, priorities!), the 19th seemed to work for everyone.

Enter, operation overboard.

Starting with the invitations. Of course I had to custom make them with her sweet face on them, right? Duh. Well, and the Evite thing was out the door because some of my grandparents, etc. will be there, and you ask them to do the whole Evite thing is like asking your pet to send a text message. Say wha?

On to the food and drinks. I simply cannot just go pick up something easy for snacks and order a grocery store birthday cake now can I? No, because I am a freak excited to do this right I will be preparing all the food myself (which I will share post party with pics), and I've decided to go with cupcakes rather than an actual cake. But here's the overdoing details there, I'm having them catered by L's Cupcakes and I have ordered 8 dozen mini cupcakes in 4 different flavors, and one jumbo cupcake for B. It's important to be excessive prepared.
They are so cute and delicate! I'm sure all the men at the party will totally think they're ridiculous awesome.

Drinks. Must have the basics for my friends and family covered. Beer and wine, check.

Now, what to wear?

This was a tough one for me. I'm going for a hot mama look, with a lot of mobility and room for beer drinking when this is all over. Brooklyn has to be the bell of the ball right. So, cute black tutu it is, with a pink monogrammed tank top that is of course, being bedazzled! I can't show you yet because it's still being done, oh, and let's just tell my hubby that it all cost around $20.00, ok? Wink, wink.

Speaking of hubby, he has a little honey-do list himself that I have been constantly occasionally reminding him of:

Mow and trim the yard, including potting two new plants.
Clean back deck.
Move grill.
Order and pick up chairs.
Sweep garage.
Clean coolers.

You know, just a few things.

I've obsessed as to where we will put the presents, what to put on in the background (music or football), where to position the chairs, what time to do the cake, and on and on and on, which is why you all know now why said husband has frequently given me the look of death this week.

I can't explain why I feel the need to launch operation overboard, but it's my baby girl and it suits me. And I like it. And I'm the mom. It's what I do. I'm sure by year 2 and 3 it will be full blown Disney princesses (yawn), The Wiggles (shoot me now!), or Winnie the Pooh (I really hope not!), whatever she wants. But since she's too young to know or care, we're doing what Mama wants.

...and Mama wants, a PARTY.

All the single ladies (and gents) ...

with kids. Props. Seriously. PROPS to you.

Dom caught a 6:00 a.m. flight on sunday to NYC. He's crazy like that, the 6:00 a.m. flights. He thinks that is when you have your best shot at making it to your destination on time. He's right. Last year when I was prego with B and we flew there I whined about booking a later flight. So, because I was prego and ruled the house at the time we did, and we got to shop at the Houston airport for oh, about 8 hours. No argument on that one. Honey, you were RIGHT. (OMG I said it outloud!)

So it's been the stinker and I since Sunday and it's been awesome. I love spending 1:1 time with her, watching her grow, discover, and express herself. She is literally changing by the moment. I have learned this week that she loves to dance, sways back and forth and bounces to music. So f'ing cute! She also now can understand me when I ask her to go get another book from her toy bin. She waddles over there, peruses the options, makes a selection, and walks towards me holding the book in front of her, and she's proud. I'm proud.

She also eats a lot, and is messy. Messy = more cleaning. She hasn't slept great this week due to a cough so we're tired. Oh, then the diapers, and bath time, getting ready for school, playtime, climbing on our treadmill, and getting into everything she shouldn't be. It's constant.


Do not misinterpret that in the sense that I don't want to be doing it, it's just so nice to have a teammate, and my husband is a great teammate. I am ready for him to be home so I can sit my ass down when its his turn. Not to mention I have concluded that while I like some alone time, I LOVE his presence, our conversation, and his head next to mine every night.

So, to all you single parents out there, you are ROCKSTARS and my new HEROES.

Come home "DA-DA!"

My husband, the designer.

Please observe my husbands latest addition to our household - the perfect pull up bar. This beauty now lives sits on the doorway of our MASTER bedroom. Looks great with our living room furniture, don't you think?

Lucky me! ;)