Thursday, August 21, 2014

The Happiest Day

I started writing this post three times and couldn't figure out the right way to say what I wanted to say.

I kept trying to say something funny, or witty.... but for once, I am at a loss for words.

Husband started a new job this week, and I can honestly say that this is absolutely life changing for us.

Sometimes I struggle with what I feel is appropriate to share on my blog, and what I would rather not let the whole world know.

Nine out of ten posts that I have written in the past two years were written while Husband was traveling for work.

I have been alone A LOT.

It has not been easy.

Three weeks ago Husband applied for a job at a company that is 1.2 miles from our house.

I know.

He had been applying for months.. MONTHS... job after job after job... and wasn't hearing back much of anything at all.

His last position had him traveling all over the East Coast, on a moment's notice.

He would leave Monday morning and we would expect him to come home Monday night and instead, we wouldn't see him until Thursday at midnight.... sometimes Friday.

This was not a once in awhile thing, it was the norm.

Husband was gone nearly four days a week, every week, for two years.

The constant driving and on-the-run-ness started to wear him down and before we knew it he was really depressed... and exhausted.

It was a lot for me to handle on my own and try as I might, even I couldn't keep a smile on my face all the time.

As women, and mothers, we somehow take on the role of being the glue that holds everyone together.

And I did that... but sometimes, I didn't want to be the glue... sometimes I just wanted to be pissed that Husband had a shitty job and wasn't ever around and when he was, he was bummed...

But we hung in there and we stuck together... I vowed to always be supportive no matter what, but man oh man were there days that I wanted to just tell someone at that company to eff off.

I'm not sugar coating anything here, it freaking sucked.

So when he called me three weeks ago from the road (of course) and said, "The HR lady called, they emailed me an offer letter..."

I burst into tears. I was SOBBING.

I didn't even know what the offer was, but it didn't matter...

He would be home, close by, not traveling hours upon hours a day.

When I was finally able to read the offer to him, he couldn't even understand what I was saying because I was just a blubbering mess.

Eventually I was able to calm down and we were thrilled with everything that had been offered to us... Husband eagerly accepted and a new chapter in our lives began.

I am SO happy to say that we made it through a long, VERY trying two years that tested my patience and understanding every single day.

I am THRILLED for Husband, who now has a great job, managing a team of people that respect him and his experience.

He deserved this and dare I say... so did I.

This new position opens up a whole can of fun new worms for us...

Will we still move closer to our parents?

Will we move somewhere else??

Will we stay put??

Nothing is clear to us just yet, except that things are one hundred million percent looking up.

There really is nothing like being at home with your family... oh how I've missed it... all of us being together and laughing...

Not having to re-tell play by plays of our days over the phone while the sound of the highway hums in my ears.

I snapped this picture today... when Husband popped home quickly for lunch and surprised us all.

You can tell by the way I'm cheesing... and the twinkle in his eye... this is huge for us, and we are so so grateful for this wonderful opportunity.

You would have thought he came in yelling, "Ho, Ho, Ho," and carrying gifts...

The kids went crazy climbing all over him and clapping and I literally stopped what I was doing and sat down just to watch him eat his lunch.

It was so wonderful to have him home for a few minutes, a quick surprise for no reason other than he could....

It was, the happiest day.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Eyeshadow Perspective

I have eye shadow on my floor...

And ground deep into our rug.

Girlfriend went to the park with it smeared from eyeball to chin...

I had given her strict, "I don't know where you got that but you don't use it by yourself," rules.

And of course, she didn't listen.

So when I found her covered in eyeshadow and lipstick, I took it from her and threw it out.

She never cried or cared or flinched that it was gone... She knew she had done wrong and that was that.

Except, that wasn't that for me. 

That pile of eyeshadow crumbs on the floor makeup haunted me all day... Because it didn't matter enough to me to pick up right away.

That's the truth... I was mad, but not so mad that I had time to pick it up right away, because it just didn't matter in the grand scheme of things ya know??

In fact... I even stopped to take a picture of the damn eyeshadow before I cleaned it up. Seriously... what is my problem??

I mean who gives a shit about a little eyeshadow on the floor?

Not me apparently... but then... why did I get mad at my doll??
So the eyeshadow didn't matter after all... but you know what did matter??

The important stuff... Feeding the kids, baths, two play dates, the sprinkler, dinner, frozen, ice cream, getting tucked in... Four times. Each.

All these things were more important than the still mashed in eye shadow...

And I am only slightly embarrassed to admit that its still there... On the carpet... AND the tile.

That's how little I care... even though I was mad at Girlfriend when she did it, I realize that it honestly doesn't even matter.

So you know what I did...

I dug into the trash... And I handed Girlfriend back her makeup.

I gave her a talk about how we only do this stuff with grownups and how I was proud of her for knowing she had done wrong and not throwing a fit (seriously folks... Three year old girl tantrums are legit and this was a huge victory.)

Then... I sat down and said "Okay... go ahead, Do my makeup."

I guess you could call digging through the trash for a three year old's makeup a bad case of Mom Guilt...

But I call it perspective.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

All Day, All Night

Sometimes at the end of a long day, after I've put the kids to bed instead of completely face planting into the couch...

I'll sneak back upstairs into the their rooms, and climb into bed with them.

It feels like I'm breaking the rules, to keep the kids up late just to talk and laugh... but it is one of my favorite things to do.

Inevitably, they squeal and shriek and one or the other will get jealous and soon all of us are in one bed laughing.

I know I have written about this before... but those few stolen moments are such a wonderful gift to them... and me!

I always tell my friends to just say screw it, and keep their kids up a few more minutes at night... it puts such a special spin on the end of the day.

Since Boo was born in January, and I am now up and down all night long nursing... I always sneak in and check on the kids while they sleep.

Without fail, they are always sleeping in some weird ass position.

Sometimes I find Boyfriend sleeping on like a legit pile of Legos.

Last night he woke up, sat up, and smiled at me when I found his bed like this at 11 pm...

Once I found Girlfriend just covered in shoes, like seven pairs...

And she like, never sleeps normal... ever.

They are always passed the Hell out and don't realize that they aren't actually comfortable until I pick them up, put them back on their pillow, fix their covers...

...Tell them I love them and kiss them goodnight.

I can see them snuggle deeper under their covers, and they almost always without fail, give me a sleepy smile.

Night after night when I feel their warm little bodies squeeze mine, even as they are still asleep... I am reminded just how forgiving and resilient children are.

Because of course there are some days that I am a better Mom than others ... and just like the sun gets up everyday with the sky... my babies never let me down.

I know that in the coming years they will pull away from me more and more... that with age comes independence...

So I am holding tight to these... and all moments...

But especially those in the middle of the night, when they are just innocent little balls of cute and slow breathing... with the hall light on their face and sleep in their eyes...

And one day when they get older... and they decide that they hate me...

I will remind them endlessly that I never stopped parenting them... not even for a second... all day... and all night.

I've got the pictures to prove it.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Five & Six Months...

Yeesh... where the frig has the time gone??

My baby is already half a year old.

I feel like a broken record when I talk about life with Boo.

He is just so happy, all the time... if you look at him for more than two seconds, he will without fail, every time, smile.

He never fusses, ever.

He started eating solids right at six months and is still exclusively breast feeding.

The second real food touched his lips he just exploded into a solid little man and stopped being a tiny baby.

Boo loves his jumper, nursing, and his brother and sister.

He loves to be scared, to listen to his Daddy make weird noises and he says, "Hi."

For real... it is a dead ringer for the way I say, "Hi," to him... it is hysterical and he has been doing it for a few weeks now.

People tell us every single day that they have never seen a more content, calm, happy baby in their lives and I honestly have to admit that I agree.

It is crazy, he is such a smiley little soul... he is never upset, and he just brightens every minute of my life.

Boo will let anyone hold him, but is still very much a Mama's boy and honestly laughs out loud every time I look at him.

He is still getting up two or three times a night and just recently started to have his first tooth push through.

A typical day for him is to wake up, nurse, and have his big brother and sister crawl all over him the second they see him.

It pretty much never fails.

Boo isn't sitting just yet but he loves to sleep in his car seat, or snuggle next to me pretty much any time of day.

He loves his Sophie giraffe, Aden and and Anais blankets and being tickled.

I go back and forth about who Boo looks like but one night when Husband was traveling I must have pulled him into bed with me to nurse...

I also must have passed out because when I woke up I saw a child laying next to me and I immediately thought it was Girlfriend.

Once my eyes focused a little better I realized that it was actually my little sweet potato... so, maybe they look more alike than I had originally thought.

He just recently started flipping over and is definitely ready to start crawling... although of course I am already planning on pulling his legs out from under him.

Ain't nobody got time for a baby that wants to crawl around and grow up... around here babies stay little forever!!

**I am aware that I am just saying the same thing over and over again... ask anyone who knows Boo, and they will tell you there is nothing else to say... he is just so happy. We are blessed.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Younique Product Review

One of the perks of blogging is that I get to try to cool new products and learn about unique companies.
Long time readers know that my husband is a Navy veteran, and about a month ago I heard from one of my old Navy wife friends.
For the record, yes, I know that makes me sound like I'm 85 when I say one of my old Navy friends... but that's what she is.
She is also, and always has been... a makeup junkie slash pro.
And she knows for sure, that I am not.
So when she asked if I wanted to try some Younique makeup products I was like.. "Uhh.. Lacey, really?? I sure hope it's idiot proof."

Well, after using it for a month I can honestly say... it is!


But let me back up... what is Younique you ask??
Younique is a company that makes naturally based makeup products (you've probably heard of their 3D Fiber Lashes)... and they sell them... through social media parties!

I know, genius, right??

Why didn't I think of that?

Younique basically bridges the world of at home, Tupperware party, type deals, and puts it online... so there's no limit as to who you can invite, or how many people.

You know what direct sales parties online means to me?? 
Going to a party from my couch... in my yoga pants and no bra.

I mean come on, I know you were thinking the same thing... right??
Okay, on to this ridiculous lash stuff... for real... it works so well... there's a reason it is the best selling product.

It's called the 3D Fiber Lashes. It is a quick, fool proof process to plump up your lashes.
You know it's fast and easy if even I could handle it... seriously, my life is insane.
Also? I feel super weird about my giant eyeball looking at me up there.
But this stuff is legit and it works so I may as well just roll with the humongous baby blues judging me as I type this.
I followed Lacey's advice when applying the Fibers and DID NOT use my own mascara first... I just applied the transplant gel, then the fibers.
I then used a lash comb just to clean them up a bit.

The fibers kind of remind me of fuzz... so I combed out the excess and this is what I had left... long, thick lashes.

Not that you didn't notice yourself, but my before lashes are blonde, thin, and short.

The 3D Fiber Lashes are only $29... which is what I usually spend on my all time favorite mascara (Benefit, They're Real!!)... but the difference is the fibers don't get hard and clumpy.

I also love that Younique products are hypoallergenic.
Why is this important to me??
Well, this past weekend I was in a wedding (if you follow me on Instagram you already know this and are tired of hearing about it).
All day long I kept saying, "My eyes hurt, my eyes hurt..." wouldn't you know it... the second I took off my fake lashes and got the glue off my lids, I felt so much better.
So apparently, along with getting wrinkles and a saggy butt, getting old can also give you new allergies... like on your freaking eyelids. 
Who knew?
The 3D Fiber Lashes have not irritated my eyes once in the month since I have been using them. 

I do however, have to use an eyelash comb to thin them out...

Only because I feel like the fibers do such a good job that sometimes I look like I am going out to a bar, when I'm really just going to the playground.
This stuff is no joke, your eyelashes will be humongous and thick looking.

The 3D Fiber lashes are not for eyelash sissies... you want big lashes, you are going to get them with this stuff.

If you are interested in getting your hands on some Younique products, please don't hesitate to reach out to my friend Lacey, and she will point you in the right direction!

Monday, August 11, 2014


At the end of a long crazy day I sat down to nurse Boo in his nursery...

I closed my eyes and listened to the rain from his noise machine and tried to ignore the chaos I heard in the hallway.

Husband was putting the big kids to bed and I was thanking God that for once I got five minutes of quiet and not... twenty five minutes of crazy... before bed.

Visions of pudgy legs, dimpled feet, and baby smiles danced through my head as I tried desperately to tune out the now getting louder chaos in the hallway.

It was getting closer... and closer... and then..

The door flew open and in ran a flustered Husband followed by a very sad Boyfriend.
Boyfriend looked scared and Husband looked freaking pissed.

He didn't waste any time.

"He has A LEGO in his nose! STUCK IN HIS NOSE!"

I looked at Boyfriend and before I could speak he screeched:


He was pointing towards the bridge of his nose and full blown panicking now.

I look in my lap at my now awake baby and say... "Alright, let's go to the Hospital."

I stand up and head for the door and Husband stops me...


And so began our attempts to remove said Lego from Boyfriend's nose.

First step was getting the flashlight, because... of course it was so far up there that we couldn't see it.

After we located the Lego... in the left nostril, allll the way up there... we determined that it was a red headlight for a car.

I feel the need to tell you that just so you don't think the kid was walking around with a giant yellow Lego sticking out of his face and we couldn't see it.

From location we moved on to trying to get it out.

Never in my life did I imagine begging my five year old to shoot a snot rocket... let alone demonstrating how to do it.

Alas, no amount of closing one nostril and blowing out another worked because for whatever reason, our kids... do not understand the difference between blowing air out and sucking air in.

So every time we said, "Just blow your nose to your toes!!"... He would suck that headlight deeper into his face.

It was getting crazy... he was sobbing, and super scared.

We moved on to some saline solution and that booger getter thing that people use on babies.

Neither one did anything because hello, a Lego will not fit into the booger getter ya know?

Finally Husband said, "Alright, I'm going to cover your whole mouth with my hand and you're going to cough as hard as you can... okay?"

Husband covered Boyfriend's mouth, and Boyfriend wound up to give a big cough, but before he could, he gave one last giant boo hoo sob... and the Lego came flying out of his nose.

The headlight was dripping with boogers that, for me, will always represent the life lessons that no one teaches you about when they hand you a baby at the hospital and say good luck.

I had the most epic picture of Husband giving Boyfriend a lecture about all of the places that Legos are not supposed to go or be inserted into... but it was lost forever when I broke my phone (yes again).

Throughout this entire process I couldn't help but laugh (when no one was looking of course).

Husband had taken charge of the Yego/Nose ordeal 100% and I just love to watch him parent in uncomfortable situations.

Since the Yego was safely removed from Boyfriend's nose, he has started giving public service announcements to his sister, his friends, and anyone else who will listen.

If you have been reading for awhile, you are probably not surprised at all that the talk usually goes something like this:

"Yisten. You can NOT stick Yegos into your nose. Or anywhere else in your body. Not in your mouth, or your eyes, or your nose, or your ears, and especially not in your butt!"

The more you know, I guess.

Monday, July 21, 2014

She Said

This morning I dropped Boyfriend at camp and took Girlfriend and Boo to the grocery store.

As I was parking the car, Girlfriend began, "Can I walk?"

This is a new thing around here... "walking" at the store... instead of being in a cart.

It began thanks to Husband, and I for one, never, ever allow it.

So I was all, "Nope... no walking in the store, not till you're 5... but you can drive the car cart."

Girlfriend gave a grunt and started to complain...


"Don't worry, Boyfriend is at camp, so you get to drive the car cart all by yourself! Does that sound good?"

From the back seat, a small voice replied...almost to herself; "That sounds fucking AWESOME."

And there you have it... driving the car cart all by yourself when you a two year old, only girl, middle child... is fucking awesome.


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