Haute Or Not

In just 12 short days I will be heading to PARIS. Yes, gay Pareeeee. Just me and my husband for an all adult all the time experience. We are both looking forward to the time away, some romance, some wine, some crusty bread and good cheese, oh and did I mention, the reservation we have at Le Jules Verne.

Here is the dilemna. While I have lost most of the baby weight, I haven't quite dropped enough to fit into my most fashionable clothes. Close but not close enough. I have 10 days yet to get there, and I might but I might not.

Seriously, I can only go without carbs for so long and I am already on day five.

So, you know how Paris is the city of light, the city for lovers, the city for fashion? And, everything is better in Paris - even cussing sounds good in French?

Well, here is the question. If I have to wear two spanx in Paris is it twice as haute?

Have a great weekend!

Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday

Another basketball fan

Sorry about not getting a post up yesterday for Wordless Wenesday. Hopefully a little video will make up for it. It seems we have another basketball fan in the house. The good stuff is really in first few seconds.

There is something so sweet about a baby giggle.

Wordless Wednsday

For Nana

Some people I know, who's name I will not mention (but is in the title post) are obsessed with my babies eating. 

I don't imagine this video will be of much interest to anyone else... and, I understand. I am really not interested in watching anyone else's child destroy a banana. But when its my own child, its a whole other story, because what would be disgusting is suddenly the-most-adorable-thing-I-have-ever-seen.  Actually, its still pretty gross and I really, really wouldn't be that interested if it weren't my own child. 

Carolinas or Bust

I have written before about the intensity of basketball watching in the Angel house(s). Houses is plural because the fervor extends outside of our house and into the houses of all my in-laws. 

This past Saturday UNC beat arch rival Duke (and my dear sister-in-law's alma mater). THIS IS A BIG DEAL!!!!! HUGE!

Needless to say, Jonathan was more than happy. He is also a pretty decent winner. Saturday night, he did not gloat too much, just went to bed happy. 

Now, last night, was a different story. Jonathan disappeared into the garage for about 45 minutes at around 9 pm. When he came back in, I asked what he was doing out there. He remarked that he had found some fire works and was shooting them off. (He is a closet  firework enthusiast). 

Once he gets started with the fireworks, he is hard to stop... until the police come, that is. That's another story.

This morning, upon returning from walking the dog, I see the flag has been hung. Clearly some one was out celebrating last night. 

We seriously need to move back to the Carolinas so the poor guy doesn't have to celebrate alone anymore. 

Since his celebration was all by himself, I would say he celebrated quietly but, there were fireworks involved.

The Real Pees of Parenthood

We made it out of the Pee zone. What this means is that last weekend, we started ASA on solid foods and MRA on hardcore potty training.

What this translates into is a whole lotta Pureed food, Pee and Poop. Some of you may wonder what the pureed food has to do with it. In a nut shell, once you start giving a baby solid foods (meaning anything not milk), their poop, well, its a different ball game.

Last weekend, we entered the Pee Zone. We just couldn't get away from it... until Wednesday, which is the day that MRA did not poop in his big boy underwear. He made his poo poo in the toilet (yes!), like a big boy (yes!), and he did it at school (even yesser!)

ASA, on the other hand, he is enjoying all sorts of fruit and vegetables and possibly even a tater tot or five. Sure makes colorful surprises. We aren't leaving the Pee Zone anytime soon. But solid foods is super exciting.

The thing that is sad about this is, I am not a person who has ever found toilet humor very humorous but  I am writing about poop and pee and there is such an element of excitement. Aaaahhhh, its just the Pees of parenthood, I guess.