Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Friday, September 21, 2012
Pet Peeves and Panty Lines
Everyone has at least one pet peeves. Most people have a few.
I am no exception. I have several. One of which is panty lines. I hate seeing panty lines. I hate looking lumpy under my clothes. I have enough body lumps without my undergarments adding to the issue.
Because of this peeve, I often opt for a thong with flat seams. However, the other day, I decided to try out a bikini brief from Victoria Secret advertised to not show any panty lines. It was a pretty pink floral pattern.
That evening, for some unbeknownst reason, MRA walked into my room, lift up my dress and exclaimed, "Mama! Those look like Nanna's underwear. You should take those off. You should take those off and give them to Nanna!"
I won't be wearing those panties again.
I also won't be giving them to Nanna.
Have a great weekend, y'all!
I am no exception. I have several. One of which is panty lines. I hate seeing panty lines. I hate looking lumpy under my clothes. I have enough body lumps without my undergarments adding to the issue.
Because of this peeve, I often opt for a thong with flat seams. However, the other day, I decided to try out a bikini brief from Victoria Secret advertised to not show any panty lines. It was a pretty pink floral pattern.
That evening, for some unbeknownst reason, MRA walked into my room, lift up my dress and exclaimed, "Mama! Those look like Nanna's underwear. You should take those off. You should take those off and give them to Nanna!"
I won't be wearing those panties again.
I also won't be giving them to Nanna.
Have a great weekend, y'all!
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
Who ME?
Yes me. I am, apparently, that mom. But then if I didn't embarass myself in public from time to time, there would be a lot less to blog about.
In the latest chapter of, "No You Did Not!" which could also easily be called "Doesn't Your Mama-ness Have A Filter?", I took MRA to his first non-survival swimming lesson. These lessons are at a local YMCA, which, might I add, has an incredible swim team that is competitive at the national level. So clearly, thier instructors have NO idea what they are doing, right?
Now, we just came off a vacation where MRA astounded the parents in the pool of our hotel with his aquatic abilities. We repeatedly received compliments especially after people found out that he is merely been on this planet two and a half years.
See, mad skills:
So I show up at the pool with quite a bit of swagger. I was expecting some oohs and aaahs. I got none.
The instructers took MRA back to a very basic level. I mean basic like sit on the step and put your chin in the water because some kids are scared to put their heads in the water - basic.
After some time, they progressed to making him "swim" holding onto a barbell. Of course, he "swam like a dog with his head up because, well, what else do you do with a bar bell in a pool.
It was about this time that I may have walked over and mentioned that MRA can put his head under water and will swim to you if you stand back.
I was told they were trying to teach him proper form.
And I sat back down.
Then, I had to endure them trying to teach him how to float on his back holding the dumbell across his chest. Of course, he kept trying to sit up because who floats with a dumbell across their bodies. Oh, I was squirming and pacing and mumbling and thinking of what I was going to say to those instructors to get them to JUST STAND BACK AND LET MY KID SWIIIIIIMMMMM like the fish he is.
So, after the lesson, I dressed MRA and then I MAY have made those instructors watch vacation videos of MRA swimming on my phone. And the whole time, I was thinking, "Oh My God, you are so totally THAT mom."
I'm not proud. I made my husband take MRA to class the following week.
In the latest chapter of, "No You Did Not!" which could also easily be called "Doesn't Your Mama-ness Have A Filter?", I took MRA to his first non-survival swimming lesson. These lessons are at a local YMCA, which, might I add, has an incredible swim team that is competitive at the national level. So clearly, thier instructors have NO idea what they are doing, right?
Now, we just came off a vacation where MRA astounded the parents in the pool of our hotel with his aquatic abilities. We repeatedly received compliments especially after people found out that he is merely been on this planet two and a half years.
See, mad skills:
So I show up at the pool with quite a bit of swagger. I was expecting some oohs and aaahs. I got none.
The instructers took MRA back to a very basic level. I mean basic like sit on the step and put your chin in the water because some kids are scared to put their heads in the water - basic.
After some time, they progressed to making him "swim" holding onto a barbell. Of course, he "swam like a dog with his head up because, well, what else do you do with a bar bell in a pool.
It was about this time that I may have walked over and mentioned that MRA can put his head under water and will swim to you if you stand back.
I was told they were trying to teach him proper form.
And I sat back down.
Then, I had to endure them trying to teach him how to float on his back holding the dumbell across his chest. Of course, he kept trying to sit up because who floats with a dumbell across their bodies. Oh, I was squirming and pacing and mumbling and thinking of what I was going to say to those instructors to get them to JUST STAND BACK AND LET MY KID SWIIIIIIMMMMM like the fish he is.
So, after the lesson, I dressed MRA and then I MAY have made those instructors watch vacation videos of MRA swimming on my phone. And the whole time, I was thinking, "Oh My God, you are so totally THAT mom."
I'm not proud. I made my husband take MRA to class the following week.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
We Had A BALL!
Chubalicious celebrated his 1st birthday recently. Because he loves the ball so much, we went with the theme. I had these great invites made by Paper and Cake. They did a great job and also made thank you notes and food labels that matched.
It turned out to be one of the easiest parties I have ever put together. Sticking with the ball theme, we had lollicakes (from the Lollicake Queen), and sugar cookies with bouncing balls from Sugar Me Dessererie. They did a great job of matching the invitations!
Of course there were fruit balls and meatballs and shrimp boulettes. We also had a caprese ball salad and a cheese ball. For drinks, we had a Midori melon ball punch and Eight Ball beer as well as sodas and water.
The decorations were super easy - balls everywhere. And maybe a few paper lanterns and streamers.
I think that you can't have a great party without great friends. I have made some of the best Mama friends. They made the party so special and we had a great time. It meant so much to us to celebrate with them - all the children who came and us Mamas have known each other since these babies were just a few weeks old. Now look at them all.
Of course MRA was in on the action, too.
The smashing thing took a little bit of time to figure it out. I am sure he was confused by this thing set in front of him, however, when he decided to go for it, he went full on.
My only regret... not having a better picture of these cuties!
The party was a few days prior to Chubalicious' actual birthday. This meant we got to celebrate it again - this time at Steak and Shake for a first milkshake!
Happy birthday my dear, sweet Chubalicious. You make the world go round and we love you way, way more than you know! XOXO
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