Not Me, Monday! (Important Reminder!)

Okay, in effort to get more things done during my days, and make my summer days with my kids as fun as possible, and with getting in real quality time, I will be writing most of my post at nights before bed. 

I guess I really don't need to express that, because my post will still post in the AM, which doesn't change anything up for you guys.  

O'well. 

Anyways, I hope you had a wonderful weekend.  Today is Monday, duh! And I typically like to play in the blog carnival, NOT ME, MONDAY!   

It's MckMama's way of allowing all of us real mothers to let go and forget all about those things that we "normally" wouldn't do, but then do, because of lack of whatever (tiredness, exhaustion, frustration, desperation etc). 

It allows all of us to be reminded that we are NORMAL mother's and are not alone in not being perfect mothers.  

If you follow me on Twitter, you probably read about me having to take little Butterfly to the doctor last week for her ear.  She is my walking wobbling toddler now, and into EVERYTHING.  She is the cutest thing I have ever seen, besides Hunter when he was this age, walking around the house.  

She knows her way around this house and could probably walk it with her eyes closed. If there is a door open, she WILL find it.  She loves going into my room or her brothers room most.  She saw that mommy left the door opened to my room, as quickly and as fast as her little legs would let her, took off.  

I had just walked back into the kitchen, when all of the sudden I hear a bump and a scream.  I knew it before even seeing anything, that this was the real deal cry.  Not that whining cry from a little boom or bump.  As I walk in there I see blood coming from her ear.  It's not that bright in my room because the light if off and so I quickly run her into my bathroom so I can see why her ear is bleeding. 

She was walking, and I assume she went to lean in mommy's bench at the end of the bed with her left hand, and missed it. Causing her to fall, just catching the bench on her left ear, causing the earring to rip upward in her earlobe.  At first I thought the back of the earring was jammed inside her earlobe.  I remember saying quietly to myself "oh no! oh no!" But then I turned the light in the room on and saw the back to the earring on the floor. 

So I grab some antibacterial foam to clean the ear, taking the earring out.  Trying to get a better look at the ear to see how deep the cut was and if she would need glue or stitches.  However with a screaming child fighting you, its not that easy.  To be safe I loaded her up in the car and we drove down the street to her doctors office.  As the nurse is telling us that we may want to go to the ER to be safe because they do not do glue or stitches in the office.  I instead insist the doctor look at it first, because I wasn't prepared to go sit in the ER lobby for hours, pay $200 and then be told she didn't even need either glue or stitches.  

The doctor comes and and takes a look, and by that time from me cleaning her ear and pushing her cut back together before getting there.  The blood was already starting to dry up, the lines of the cut matched up and the doctor applauded me, saying I did the right thing and that it looks like it wants to heal up on it's on without any help.  She said to leave out the earring for a few days, clean it with peroxide and put  Bacitracin Ointment on it three times a day.  After a few days, to then put in an earring but one with a hook, not a back.  This way we don't mess up the ear piercing hole and the hook will keep it open, while also not touching the cut of her ear, allowing for it to continue to close up and heal.  

Sheez.... now that I cleared all that up. Let me get to the Not Me, Monday part.

Friday, I thought I would take Morgan to the mall to eat lunch at Rainforest Cafe, and stop at Clairs for some cheep little girl loop/hook earrings for her ear.  Before leaving the house that day, I didn't change Morgan's dirty diaper, and place it in a green plastic diaper trash bag, half tie and it toss it into the hallway to place in the diaper pale we keep in the laundry room.  Only to hear a few minutes later, plastic nose coming from the other side of the house, while I was in the living room, to go look and to find my 14 month old daughter had gotten the plastic bag opened, her dirty diaper out on the floor and had the dirty poopy wipes in one hand and her other hand in the dirty diaper, and just as I turned the corner, I didn't scream "NOOOOO!!!"  as I ran and grabbed that hand just a second before it made its way into her mouth.  Ugh!!! 

Saturday morning, Mark and I attended a Life.Money.Hope seminar at our church, that was hosted (via video) by Dave Ramsey.  It was great and I do plan on sharing something on my blog over the next few days that we learned and are going to put to use in our home, that I think may be of some use for some of you as well.  So look out for that.

Although, we did stay awake during the seminar, considering we were up ever couple hours the night before with Morgan.  Yea, she woke up five times Friday night, and I was up for all of them, but one.  Dave Ramsey was entertaining and had such a fun way speaking, it kept us awake, laughing and intrigued.  

However, once we got home, it was not me, daddy and butterfly that all crashed out for an afternoon nap.  

While Saturday night, I went to a friends house with baby girl and then to the beach for a couple of hours after a huge rain storm came through.  My friends daughter ended up coming over for a sleepover with us.  I put Morgan down, and not even an hour had gone by.  I quickly saw Friday night, happening all over again Saturday night.  In attempt to try and get more sleep and allow everyone in the house to get more sleep that we did Friday night, I certainly did not climb into Morgan's crib and lay with her.  Letting her sleep on my chest, while drooling down my shoulder.  While that only lasted about 30 minutes before she was up screaming again.  I didn't break down and run to the kitchen get her some Tylenol to give her.  

*In which she slept the entire night afterwards. 

Sunday, it turned out to be such a beautiful day.  We hung out in the house most of the day in our pj's.  Nice! Then later that day we went to the pool for about an hour, in which I took many pictures of my beautiful girl in her ...... well you will just have to wait and see when I post her pictures.  After the pool we attended the 6:00 PM service at church and then went home to grill some chicken on the grill, with black beans and bake potatoes on the side. 

It was a bit of a crazy, hectic weekend, that ended on a positive note, a sunny day and a nice warm dinner and a full nights sleep.  

Do you have anything, that you normally wouldn't want to admit to?  Well, make a Not Me, Monday post and let it all out as if it you didn't do it.  Not only is it fun, but it is therapeutic. Then laugh at yourself and the situation as you read back over it.  

I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend and a blessed Monday to start off your week ahead.  

God Bless.

PS:  Ladies this is your reminder, Father's Day is next weekend. You can thank me later for that reminder.  LOL! 

I am struggling this year with ideas, and I am pretty creative normally when it comes to this stuff. However, if you are like us and the rest of the world right now, money is tight.  Do any of you have any of your creative juices flowing for how to give dad a great day to remember, without breaking the bank?   I have a couple of things in mind, but not sure if "that's it".  You know, its gotta hit me a feel like "that's it."  I would love to hear any ideas or suggestions you have, that maybe me and some others out here also struggling for ideas can use.

You didn't think that I would leave you a post without a picture did you?  I try to not do that at least.  

These pictures are taking with my iPhone.  At the beach I ran into some of my old beach volleyball buddies.  They gave Morgan a couple of balls to play with, you know, getting her started early, considering she may be six feet tall.  She absolutely loved the beach, the ocean water and being outside.  A girl truly after my own heart. 

**AND I RESIZED THEM WITH HTML CODING, NOT PHOTOBUCKET, YEA!!!** Although, probably not the best in quality of photos to use to resize on here, but what better time to try something new than now, right?  

That is also Aston, my friends daughter that came and spent the night with us.  She left the next day for church camp.  I want to go back to church camp, I miss those days.  

And no it's not me that now got the "itch" again to play beach volleyball, and isn't thinking of scratching that itch this week one day or two.  Hmmm..... Ill keep you posted on this itch and scratch thing.  

Oh, and I so didn't let my daughter french kiss me for about 7 straight minutes last night while trying to rock her to sleep for bed.  In which she in return didn't think it was the funniest thing ever having my tongue and hers wiggle and tickles each others.  

I know it sounds a bit gross, and trust me, it sort of is...but when its her and her slobber, and her yummy smelly breath, its never THAT gross.  Even knowing she tried to taste her own poop from that diaper the day before.  

(So sorry for the sloppy typing today, but I have a fussy girl that won't let up this morning and as I mentioned earlier, I will no longer post during the day.  I will work on them at nights when the kids are in bed.) Only 5 1/2 days left and Hunter is back home.  Whoot! Whoot! 

Which reminds me.... I didn't accomplish one single thing on my list.  LOL  O'well! 

Not Me, Monday. {It's hard being a toddler!}

Yes, my little girl is growing and is now officially a walking toddler.  In fact, she is growing up so quickly, that she even graduated this weekend from the infant/baby Sunday school class, into the walking/toddling class.  

She of course went into her class, with all the other little people walking around and starring back at her, with ease.  As I walk away, only to then walk by her class again to get a sneak peek of how she was doing.  Secretly wishing she was looking for me, I think.  Nah, Not Me!  

However, it totally was not me that was out photographing my children on Memorial Day Monday last week, and placed my camera and telephoto lens attached to it, on top of Morgan's stroller, while trying to maneuver around in the thick grass, and back onto the sidewalk.  Only to have my camera not fall into the grass, but instead, because I only ask for the best when anything happens to me, it falls out as I am coming off the grass onto the extremely hard cemented sidewalk.  Ugh, not me!

Although, I am very anxious to get my camera repaired so that I have my "play" camera, and anxiously awaiting my new camera that should be here today or tomorrow, so that I can get back to photographing children at the hospital. 

However, it was not me that forgot to post these pictures a week ago, of my little walking toddler girl, who is into everything even more now.  I did not leave my door open to my patio to look over at her trying to do this, and instead of explaining to her that she wasn't allowed out in the patio area with mommy, I photographed her exploring and learning something new.

Not me!

And I do not think my daughter looks really adorable with her t-shirt and diaper on, messy 'bad news bears' hair do (as honey calls it), toddling around the house and trying to escape the house too.   

Not Yes, ME! I do! I do!  And I did.  

I love babies in t-shirts and diapers.  One of my favorite things.  

PS:  It was not me that thought I would take the easy road today and uploaded my pictures onto photobucket.com by selecting their pre-sizing options of "medium", only to then have SMALL pictures for your viewing pleasure today.  Nope, not me!  

Sigh!!! (Not Me, Monday!)

In truth, until yesterday evening, I wasn't going to have a Not Me, Monday! post.  I know you would have been as disappointed as me (not!).  So, as nature would have it, a Not Me, Post! came painfully to me. 

Boy, did we have a busy weekend.  Then again, don't we always seem to have busy weekends? 

For me, it was a movie marathon weekend, unplanned.  As I said in my previous post, honey brought home two movies Friday night, and we watched both of them that night.  Then, Saturday I went out to dinner and to the movies with some girlfriends, and we watched 'Ghost of Girlfriends Past.'  

It was alright.  I am a big fan of romantic comedies.  I adore Matthew McConaughey and Jennifer Garner.  

But, through all the silly stuff of the movie, it did have some really sweet true meanings of what love is about.  Jennifer, looks different, but still pretty as always.  Matthew is his usual character, the jerk that always knows how to turn it on right in time, to win over your heart, and he is just so cute, you can't say no.  You ladies know what I mean?  

If you are looking to see it, I think it can surely be one of those movies that can wait to arrive on DVD.  Just one's opinion.   It was fun hanging out with some girls for once.  It is amazing what a few little hours of girl time can do for a women, mother and wife.  

Oh, and while watching previews at the movies, I know the next movie I want to see.  It's called "My Sisters Keeper". Yes, it's going to be a tear jerker.  It's about a family and their daughter is sick with cancer.  It looks really good though. 

Sunday, was busy as well. We went to church, heard a rock'n message.  Then headed up North to Hunter's double-header game, and then stopped by some friends house for an hour, before heading home.  Baby girl was a trooper, having barely gotten in a single nap, she didn't fuss at all.  She did fall asleep on the way home, and she was so tired that she kept waking up last night, so today we will get her back on her schedule. 

SOO......

Last night. 

Yes, last night or early evening should I say, because there was still some light out.  I was hanging with Morgan and I opened the back door to the patio to let her see out, while she was propped up on my hip.  When all of the sudden, I noticed these two pigeons mating on the fence.  It was a funny site to see and being the picture nerd photographer I am, I sit Morgan down and start running toward my camera.  When all of the sudden I totally and completely wiped out.  When I say 'wiped out', I mean WIPED OUT!  As Mark would say, I was "handle over teapot" or something like that.  Or is that "ass over tea kettle?" 

It all happened so fast, it almost took me a second to realize what the heck just happened to me.  Why was I laying on my butt in the middle of my kitchen floor, in pain? I laid there for a second trying to decide if I wanted to cry and or needed to go to the hospital.

Where was Mark, you ask? 

Ha!  

My honey, was um... he was um..... in a meeting? LOL!  He was busy, let's just say.  

So, I lie on the floor alone, with Morgan looking at me.  I try to get up and my arm and my left knee are hurting, but keeping the focus as any real photographer would. I go for the camera, limping back to the back door.  Only to see that the birds where finished and gone.  Sounds familiar sometimes doesn't it ladies?  HA!! No, it was not me that just said that.  

You know we have to tease the boys now and then.  

Oh yea, it so was NOT ME that did any of that.  I made it all up.  

Now, I am reminded also, why I tell the kids "no running" in the house!!!  Geez!! 

So, because I missed the pigeon matting photo opportunity.  I had to google it, and the first image that came up, looked exactly like I was trying to photograph. Just incase you need the 'visual' part of the story, like me.  HA!

Oh, and remember THIS post?  

Well, its out.  So, if you receive FRONTGATE catalogs and their summer catalog called SPLASH.  My photos are in them from those shoots I mentioned on here back in February. 

Check them out. 

Thats me on the orange chair, picture is actually inside the magazine.  

What about your hair, Misty?  Today, was the day you had to have your mind made up.  

Yea, I know. 

But, I still don't have it made up.

However, I think I am going to leave it be for now.  I like it.  My BFF (ex agent of many years) also says to keep it, for it will be more flexible with the modeling stuff.  She is SO SMART.  LOL!  And then yesterday out of no where, honey says "I think I really like your hair like this."  

WHAT???

Okay, ladies, you know when your man says any form of compliment like that, the BIG RED STOP SIGN appears in your head and you take a mental note....."honey really likes this cut".  And we store it there for however long....telling ourselves to not mess with it.

Honey is always saying he loves my hair no matter what, as long as I don't die it black, shave it off or cut it as short as Sharon Stones. He isn't all that picky, I guess.  HA! So, when I can get an actually "I think I really like your hair like this" kind of comment from him, I take it.  

Thanks for all the votes..... 

Its funny, because 3 of my girlfriends this weekend all cut their hair SHORT.  I still have the itch, and I still may, but it just isn't going to happen today.  

Besides, I still haven't had the chance to try the curled look.  I want to see what that looks like on me.  

So the hair is staying like this for now.  

PS:  It is not me, that is totally limping around like a goober today.  Sigh! 

Not Me, Monday! (Perfect, Mother's Day!)

You know the drill.  My Monday posts, I get to tell you all about the things that I did didn't do.  

If you want more (and who doesn't ever want more?)  head over to MckMama's blog and feast on all the Not Me, Mondays.  Drool over her many mckchildren and say hi.  

WAIT!

Don't forget to read my post first silly and leave me a comment, THEN head over to MckMama's blog.  

I absolutely did not have the most perfect Mother's Day a girl could ask for.  I am being serious here.  I didn't wake up to both my boys making me a nice southern hot breakfast, that included eggs, crispy bacon, biscuts, gravy and home fries.  (Mmmmm....... Oh wait, yea that didn't happen.)

It also was not me that got greeted with smiles from all my favorite people, along with some beautiful flowers, a poem, a song, four cards and a gift Visa card, so that I could go shopping for Mother's Day.  (Sweet!.....wait, that didn't happen either.)

Of course I surely did not witness my Butterfly take more and more steps without help today. She is no way close to walking.  (Whoo-hoo!..... you got it, that didn't happen either.)

Wouldn't that be nice and a pretty good day alone, if any of that actually happened?  Too bad it didn't happen or it would have been a pretty darn good Mother's Day.

But wait.  

It totally was not me and my family of four, that then, full belly's and all, at nine something in the morning, still in pj's, that was jamming out on Rock Band.  In which I totally rocked!  (Nah!....It was not me!)

Oh and by the way, it so was NOT ME that got a back massage just before getting left alone to take a THREE HOUR NAP.  (JACK POT!..... yea, if that actually happened in which is so didn't.)

I mean seriously, could you imagined what a perfect day that would have been?  

Think about this.  

After that THREE HOUR NAP (had I really taken one, that is).  I woke to Butterfly sitting in her playpen, in the middle of the garage, jamming out to some Pearl Jam with daddy, while he washed MY car???  (AAAHHHH.... wake me up, because we know that didn't happen.)

Pinch me please.  

Because, I also patted myself on the back for my one day of cleaning up pee after pee on my floors, got rid of my daughters pesky diaper rash in one day.  

And it so was not me who then found out, that after sitting in the heat and a unknown 3rd poopy diaper with daddy today in the garage,  that pesky diaper rash came back (and 3x worse).

And truthfully it was NOT ME, that discovered her poopy diaper by accidentally putting my figure inside of um...the mess, while trying to pull out her diaper wedge, she almost always seems to get if daddy puts on her diaper.  (GROSS!... yes, it would be. Im so glad that was not me.)

It also wasn't me that cleaned out a stinky litter box, because my two old boys are getting lazy at covering up their, um.... 'mess'. While it was not me cleaning up poop from cats, and both poop and pee from a toddler with a diaper rash etc.  I am just thankful that I also didn't have to walk into the house to see cat puke on my kitchen floor and a little girl standing in the living area on my nice shaggy rug, looking down at the pee running down her legs.  (Wiping Forehead.... so thankful that was not me!) 

After all it's Mother's Day, I don't have to do "mothering" things today, right? (Not Me!)

To end such a perfect Mother's Day.  My family DID go to church, and with out any planning at all, everyone (but me) came out wearing pink tops.  I know, pretty cute right? I thought so anyways.  

After hearing a rock'in message at church, baby girl didn't come out of her daycare class with a missing hair bow.  (Darn it!..... I mean that would really stink if that had happened.)

But we did decide to eat at Carrabba's for dinner.  In which baby girl did learn to color for the first time, instead of eating the crayons.  Also, while it being her first time to have her own real dinner plate ordered for her to eat from.  It was so cute watching her color and eat her own dish.  She is getting to be such a big girl.

While my big boy, was being such a BIG boy....sneaking off now and then to go sit at the bar to sneak in Vodka drinks the score of the Bruins game on the TV.  (Oh and peppermints too!)

Getting to enjoy a nice italian meal with my family on Mother's Day, it however, was NOT ME that took my daughter into the bathroom to change her diaper and check on her rash; only to discover that her diaper was on backwards.  I mean who would do that?  Or, what kind of church do I attend here?  (Thats pretty funny!..... to think that could have happened, but didn't.)

Getting home a little after nine, honey goes out to clean the windows on the car (again) because on the way home the windows looked as though you were looking through a kaleidoscope.  (Oh wait,.....yea, that didn't happen because as I already said, honey so did not wash my car. You are finally catching on here.)

Finally, getting baby girl down for the night.  It was NOT ME, that dressed her bed up in layers, while laying a towel across my lap, to have fed her a bedtime bottle with a bare bottom, so she could sleep naked, to fight that pesky diaper rash.  (Right! Right! ....you are quick and smart.  Of course that didn't happen, I got rid of that rash in one day last week, remember?) 

Just making sure you are keeping track of all the things that DID or DIDN'T happen, and all the so "NOT ME's!!!"

Do you agree that because of all those things that could have happened, (but, obviously didn't) made a PERFECT MOTHER'S DAY???

However, I am VERY disappointed to say, actually I am not disappointed because it so was NOT ME that didn't take one-single-photo today of my kids, my family or me with my family, on this PERFECT MOTHER'S DAY.  Ugh!!! It was not me! (Sigh!.....Banging head on table, wall and anything hard I can find.)

Not to worry, I would not do that to YOU.  I would not think about writing such a picture-less post.  

So instead, because I needed a reason to post these anyways.  I am giving you some adorable bare naked bottom shots of Morgan, being ever so cute with her chunky and delicious thunder thighs baby rolls, that I took the other day, trying to get rid of this pesky diaper rash she has had. 

Okay, I'm busted.  Anything I said so didn't happen, SO DID.  And even so, it still was absolutely the most PERFECT MOTHER'S DAY....EV--RRRRHHH!!!!

{Morgan LOVES to go into her bubba's room when he is at school, to play with his cars, baseballs and books.  So, while I was hoping and praying she didn't pee on his carpet, after being so fortunate all day that the two times she did pee, she peed on the hard floor that was easy to clean up. I decided to take some photos of her bare bum. Its not often I get to actually see it all exposed and so cute, other than giving her a bath or changing her diaper. I had so many cute ones, but chose the PG-rated 'safe' ones to share with all of you. If that's even fair to say, after all I am exposing my precious little girls naked bum.}

Hope all you moms had your own Perfect Mother's Day! 

Not Me, Monday! (is back) With tons of fun photos!

Not Me, Monday is back.  Why?  Because we are getting back to normal since Stellan is back home and we have so much to be thankful for.  I always enjoy the Not Me, Monday's. So here is mine. 

We had a very fun weekend.  It was pretty eventful actually.  Between baseball games, water parks, pool and birthday party.  We were a busy little family.  

However, it was NOT me that about puked in the pool, while I was floating Morgan around, because of what I just so did not really witness.  I did not see this over weight man, sitting in a speedo with these sailor anchors all over it, up on the ledge of the rocks and waterfall.  While his belly didn't look as though he was 20 months pregnant, he so was not leaning his head back to allow the water fall to run down over his face and body, as if he was posing for Sports Illustrated.  And I swear (although, I normally don't!) the water that was running down over his face and his 20 month pregnant looking belly, his very own belly button so did NOT make its own water fall of it's own.  Sigh! What do people think sometimes!!! 

It so was not me, that almost puked in the pool.  

While trying to get that image out of my head.... and now yours too.  Here are some better appealing pictures for your view from our fun weekend.

Let's start with Friday night.  

We had a group of 7 adults get together for dinner and bowling.  We did eat at Benihana's as I mentioned in my last post.  Although, I have to be honest here folks. This was my first time to experience a Benihana's, and I didn't really like it. The flavor wasn't very tasteful on all their dish items.  The steak was a bit dry and the shrimp a bit chewing.  I was so looking forward to dinner that night, only to have left with disappointment that it wasn't as good as I heard it to be.  

Anyways.

Afterwards, we headed off to bowling, only to be told there was an hour wait.  WHAT??

As it turned out, to the left side of the place, they had a 'bowling league' going on, so although there were about 10 open lanes. They were not allowed to place guest there on that side, so the very serious league bowlers could concentrate. Please!!!

So, we left and headed to another one that was sort of out in the ghetto.  We didn't care, we just wanted to bowl.  We ended up bowling for an hour and had a great time.  

It totally was NOT ME, that bowled a whopping 44.  Not Me! 

After bowling and it being Val's birthday, and the fact that I got my friend Susan out with me for the night to get her mind off the recent loss of her mother last.  We decided to go karaoke.  Val, the karaoke queen, lead the way to this hole in the wall bar that she had visited once before.  

And when I say "hole in the wall".... we ain't mess'n around folks.  You walk in and it's the size of a small bus.  When you walk in, you have to put on a gas mask just to breath and see through all the cigarette smoke.  It was that awful.  

We were all so shocked that we were actually in such a place. However, birthday girl Val REALLY wanted to sing, and Mark whom has says he also likes to Karaoke, but I have yet to hear or see him do it once in all the years I have known him, also wanted to sing.  So we figured we would stay long enough to let them get in their one song each.  

As we are all standing around and standing OUT in this crowd.  Mark and Val search the books for their song to sing.  While waiting, others that are already lined up to sing start singing.  WOW!  Is all I can say. You wouldn't think by looking at most of these folks, in such a small hole in the wall kind of place....these people rocked out some vocals.  I was totally impressed and caught up in "awe" almost like the popular you tube video of the British American Idol, where Simon and the other judges, when shocked and amazed by that little old lady that sang "I Dreamed a Dream".  Is that the name of that song?  I can't remember.  

I am very vocally challenged.  I am toned death I think.  I can't carry a tune to save my life.  But man get me home on my own rock band and I will score in the high 90's even 100% on the mic (and I am talking about experienced and expert level here too).  

Also while sitting there waiting for Val and Mark's turn, this lady and her group of folks came up to me and the other girls to introduce herself.  She said we looked like 'cool' people and wanted to invite us over to join her group of 'cool people'.  We smiled and accepted, trying to 'fit in' (which so wasn't possible in this place).  We figured, these are nice folks, and we are nice folks so lets make some friends.  So, I go over and introduce myself to the other 'cool people' and you can tell that they where either drunk or stoned out of their minds, with missing teeth, blood shot eyes and bottles of beer piled up on the table.  Trying to not judge, and give them the benefit of the doubt that they are just good old folks here to have a good time like the rest of us.  

All was going okay for the first 15 minutes, when all of the sudden the girl that brought us all together, walks up to me and says; "my old man just bet me $25.00 that I couldn't get a kiss from you."  WHAT THE??? 

So, I try to play it cool because the last thing I want right now is to tick anyone off in this bar, although I don't really think anyone would want to mess with us considering the size of the men that walked in the door with us, and the one short guy in our group is an ex champion fighter.  I am talking about extreme cage fighting champion.  Then again, lets reference to the aforementioned, these folks probably were stoned, drunk or cracked up on something. They probably wouldn't be able to make any rational decisions even if they wanted to.  

So to play it cool and not cause a fuss... I just said kindly to the girl "man I think you just lost $25.00 bucks girl." Because there was NO WAY in BLANK.... that I was allowing that 'bet' to take place.  GROSS!!!!  What do people think sometimes??? 

I mean, seriously??

Lets just say we were smothering in smoke and weird folk, so we couldn't wait it out any longer for Val and Mark to get up and sing.  We were out of there and home for the night.  This was such a reminder why we don't go out nor need to go out to clubs.  It's just not fun.  Don't get me wrong, we had a great time Friday night. Bars are not fun! 

Get home, we pay the sitters and off to bed smelling like an ashtray.  Nice! 

Hang on, I am getting to the pictures.... its my blog, so I can ramble all I want here.  Remember that!   HA! 

Saturday morning we get up and decided it was a beautiful day for a bike ride.  While Morgan and I rode the bike, daddy jogged beside us.  We love this stuff.  

(My man and my girl! I love them so much!)

However, when daddy got back, he was seeing dead relatives it was that hot out, and his knee started to hurt really bad.  Quickly putting ice on it, baby girl goes over to check him out and give daddy's 'boo-boo' a big kiss.  I told you she is so sweet and loving.  Love this girl.  

Notice her adorable piggy's?  Remember THIS post, the very first time I ever put piggy's in her hair?  (Must see and compare!) This is now the second time I have done this and I can't get over how much fuller and longer they are.  Her hair seems to be getting longer by the day and fast. So stink'in cute.  

After lunch Morgan and I head down south to Hunter-Bunter's baseball game. It was a bit of a drive.  We get there and man was it HOT.  There was no shade provided, other than this little shade canopy that one of the other parents brought that allowed for Morgan and I to hang out under.  When we left we are black from all the dirt, had shoes full of grass and dirt.  Sweaty, gross and hot.  Couldn't wait to get back home and in a nice cool bath/shower.  Put baby girl down for a nap and chilled for the rest of the evening. 

Sunday, another nice and beautiful morning.  We agreed on going to the pool for an hour before heading to church at a later service, then off to a birthday party.  Here are some pictures from the pool and birthday party.

This picture is of her little set up, while daddy was relaxed and read a book.  

I took Morgan over to check out the kids water play area for the first time and she loved it.  

Then daddy joined us in the pool and this normally happens.  

Baby girl had such a good time she couldn't even stay awake in the car ride home of less than a half mile down the street.  

We dressed up like twinkies, heading to the birthday party. My shirt says "love" and Morgan's says "I heart Me".  This was the best picture possible when I am trying to get Morgan to look at the camera, and while directing daddy, one of the few people I know that just doesn't understand how to work a camera or take pictures period.... this was as good as it got. 

In this picture she was standing for the longest time yet.  She actually walked at this party.  Now we just have to get her to keep walking.  She is SO close!!!! 

Then while I was at it here with posting all the pictures.  Here are some pictures I took this morning of her getting to know her new potty chair. 

Not Me, Monday!

It is not me that is trying to gain weight so that I can start working out and building muscle in this skinny body of mine.  I in no way ate a toasted peanut-butter and jelly sandwich, with cheddar and sour cream ruffle chips, and a huge class of whole milk for ENTIRE week last week.  

I would never think to admit or post something as ridiculous as that, along with posting actual pictures of such foods to be eaten for breakfast. I mean who in the world (especially female) would think to eat a PB&J sandwich for breakfast?  A freak? 

I would also never think to post or admit something like this, because I know that it would be very difficult for other women out there to still accept me as a friend.  Right? So I would never admit something like.... so no matter what anyone tries to tell you.  It's not my sandwich in these pictures.  Not me!! 

Okay.....okay.... 

So what, you got me.  That is my hand in that picture. I was "hand-modeling" for a client.  You believe me right? 

And not one of you ..... I mean it.... better send me hate comments or mail.  Calling me skinny is like calling a fat girl fat.  I hate it! I struggle with my weight as ALL women do, but I just struggle with it a different way than most.  So where is my support here?  :)

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Now head over to MckMama's blog and see what others so did not do.  

Not Me, Monday!

Seriously folks?

Would you really believe me if I told you that is was not me that arrived to my son's baseball game, to have my 11 month old daughters diaper explode out and through her entire outfit?

No, that wasn't me.  

I did not only bring 1 diaper and wipes with me, and nothing else (no extra change of clothes, sunblock or diapers).  It was not my daughter that you saw in the men's room with not one, but two men (hubby and sons coach) doubling up as a team to get little girl out of pooped outfit without getting it in her hair. While I did not walk around to ask if other moms there had an extra outfit I could borrow.  Do you think they would want to let me borrow an outfit after seeing what just happened to my own daughters? 

It then was not me, in the women's bathroom, hand bathing my daughter in a very tiny sink with soap and cold water, to get that rancid smell off her back and bum.  It also was not my poor Butterfly sitting out on the ground, in what little shade there was, in only a diaper, knee pads and shoes.  

But it was my daughter that looked like the happiest kid at the game!!!  That other kid (the one in the picture) ..... poor child... so was not my child!!! 

While I was out taking photographs of the team the entire game, it was not my husband and daughter that fell asleep in a chair to not realize that the shade was no longer covering them. Causing my Butterfly to have come home with her first little sunburn.  It so was not me. 

PS:  Yes, a nice mom had her husband bring a dress for Morgan to wear so she didn't have to sit the entire game like this.  She was totally content being half naked though, and she also did fall asleep on daddy during the game, to have come home with a slight sunburn on her face and arms.  She isn't complaining though.  

Oh days like this ..... what can you do, but smile!!!!