February Post

It looks like once a month posting is my max, guys. Deal with it.
Now on to the good stuff!

People, this is what happens when I attempt to re-create Pinterest projects.

I found this little lovebirds-in-a-jar project while browsing Pinterest on my phone recently (something Ben will tell you takes up 85% of my day... I say 40% is more realistic):



I thought it was kind of creative and cute and not your usual run-of-the-mill Valentine's Day decor.
So, I tried to make my own (apology here for the lack-luster photo... I didn't even bother editing it):



Look closely... those birds look like they are sitting in their own goopy excrement. Just darling, isn't it?



Speaking of movements (hahaha!), Maggie joined the anti-bare-feet alliance and got herself (by unabashedly begging me) a sparkly pair of Toms, thereby donating a pair of new shoes to a child in need. (She was sure to emphasize that perk to Ben who wondered why she needed a pair of Toms in the first place. Of course, we all know that really she just wanted keep up with the smaller Boca crowd, who are- apparently- extremely benevolent...)



This purchase just continues to show that my children dress better than me... (free "gently used" pair of Chaco flip-flops that your husband found on the side of the road anyone???)

Ben and I have instigated "Saturday Morning Chores". I make Oscar do them in his undies.



New things that are happening this coming month that would be blog-worthy, but I'll probably be too lazy to blog about them:

We will (hopefully) be finding out soon if this baby is going to be of the male or female persuasion.

Ben put me on a strict cash-not-card budget. Boo.

Maggie is starting ballet.

I am finally potty-training Oscar.

p.s. If you, too, would like to attempt the "Lovebirds" project, go here. Theirs is waaaaay cuter than mine.

Can you Relate?

Don't you love days when you're talking on the phone with your insurance agent and your two-year-old daughter decides right then that she has to go "twinkle" RIGHT NOW and she runs screaming down the hallway going on about how her "twinkle is coming out!" and you're right behind her because you don't want to mop up yet another accident on the carpet and your daughter is trying to climb over the baby gate blocking the bathroom door (which you installed because your 10-month-old son has developed an increased interest in toilets and the things that go in them) and you're still mmm-hmmming to your insurance agent who is spouting off quotes and numbers and just as you are about to get to your little girl and help her over the gate and to the toilet, the floodgates open and her "twinkle" is now dripping down both sides of the baby gate and your son is trying to pull himself up on the baby gate to see what all the excitement is about and your insurance agent is ending the conversation even though you have no idea what he said and what terms you just agreed to. And as you slowly turn around breathing deeply and praying for patience, your daughter giggles and says, "I get a sticker for my chart!" Yeah, I just love days like that.