Happy Burrrrrrrrrrrrrfthday

You say it's your birthday, and yes you would be CORRECT! I will now dub thee the smartest 2year old I know.  At least that's the fun little not so far from crazy town reel that plays in my head on the day of your birth, because in reality X-man is only sorta talking and it's definitely a LOT of jibberish.

*time out* I just have to share the most ridiculous commercial I just saw for a life size teddy bear (the cheese factor was truly up there with the miracle products sold on late night television)....that every girlfriend/wife/significant other is just DYING to receive on Valentine's Day. Cuz ya know, nothing says I Love You like a fluffy stuffed bear to convey the deepest feelings of your heart on V-Day...I think that maybe if I continue down this path I will just spiral into a negative rant about said "holiday", so *time in*

X-Man is TWO YEARS OLD today, I just can't believe that I gave birth to this dude (and that's exactly what he is becoming)two years ago.  He has taught me how to be a mommy, and he has also been my guinea pig for parenting tips sometimes gone right or not(stay tuned for my holier-than-though parenting book due out next to NEVER), he has such a quiet calm personality (I just can't wait for the terrible two's let me tell ya) and through my mommy rose colored glasses he has the most adorable little man face, like top model adorable.  Is it ok to say that I have had the most FUN being his mommy? This is not to say that we haven't had our fair share of challenges, and I'm sure there are plenty in our future.

I occasionally look through photos of him since the day he was born, and I couldn't tell you where the time has gone....pre-emptive warning, you are allowed to roll your eyes at my next statement.... It reminds me of that John Mayer song "Stop this train"......
you'll renegotiate

Don't stop this train

Don't for a minute change the place you're in

Don't think I couldn't ever understand

I tried my hand

John, honestly we'll never stop this train

And there you have it. As much as I want to burn every little tiny detail of every day of our lives with X-man it's impossible, and that just makes me want to bottle him up so he can't get any older. Another impossibility, I know.  So, Happy Birthday to my first little man.

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Smushy mushy

It's a little known secret that I am a huge mush bucket that wears her beating heart on her sleeve (and yes, third person narrative always required when referring to thyself).  If you knew this about me then go along your merry way, but today is the day I am going to get mushy about my blessings....ya know, the things in my life that I thank God for every day and some things I don't thank God for enough.  So lately I've been somewhat angry, impatient and maybe feeling down right nasty (I am gonna blame the raging hormones that are back in full effect post baby), but there you have it....I don't always feel like a shiny new penny fresh from the mint and am most definitely not as enthusiastic about the day-to-day....and I'm hoping the frustration isn't something that only I feel or it's abnormal or makes me a bad wife/mom/daughter....which also makes me a little more angry that I let my neurosis run away with itself like a track star. Or maybe this is what a sleep deprived person looks like, ha!

I have always been a believer that God will send me the things I need to hear/read/witness...and I usually "get" it when it keeps happening....my husband reminded me yesterday how great we have it (I wanted to remind him that he isn't the one up several times at night). I really really really need to stop letting the trees ruin my view of the beautiful forest that is my life.

My husband is such an amazing rock, who is so kind and gentle and is my pinch hitter in the patience department when I've pulled a hammie over a tantrum and disciplining an almost 2 year old.  I owe him more hugs and kisses then I will ever be able to dole out.  I mean we created the miracle of life darn it.....pretty awesome.  Speaking of the miracle of life.....those babes of mine are totally worth it.  They are so sweet, cuddly, they make me laugh and cry (tears of joy, of course) all at the same time and I don't think I knew a love this deep could exist until they made their respective debuts. (How much mush can a reader take?)....I could write a novel that would rival Melville, Tolstoy, J.K. Rowling aaaaaaaaaaaand Rand all together but I won't.  I'll save the rest for another day.  I'm gonna go and enjoy my blessings.

1. Baby J is yap, yap, yapping soooooo much more

2. Literally anything can be a hat, no?

3. This lucky lady gets to hang with that handsome guy every night 

Post Super Bowl post

Hmmm....The Super Bowl was yesterday....and if I had just read that I would have already closed the page, and added a snarky thanks captain obvious. I don't have a clue where this post is going, but I'll throw a Hail Mary pass at it and "win one for the Gipper" and see where that takes me (or maybe I should try for a Guinness record of most sports analogies inserted into a non-sports blog).

As already previously stated the blow out that was the Super Bowl was soooooo anti- climactic that I was ready for the never ending season of baseball to return with a quickness.  I really enjoyed watching P. Mann do his thing this season (disclaimer: I only only watch football on Sundays and still don't understand most of it) and was looking forward to ole Vince-e-poo Lombardi gracing his shiny pigskin into the hands of said QB.  Buuuuuuuut, didn't happen......so I indulged in something much better (no, it wasn't Downton Abbey)- the gluttony that is a Super Bowl smorgasbord of tasty, salty, spicy goodness.

We decided to host a small shindig in honor of the day and I spent all day in a flurry prepping food and floors (the amount of dog hair and dust bunnies hopping about was somewhat shameful....Queen of the domicile right here!) for a fun night of festivities.  Any who, in case you're interested in recipes I'm gonna share 'em....with the exception of the chili recipe because the large tome my brother wrote will not be re-typed by this girl anytime soon.

The menu:

Guacamole....I know, I know, everyone makes guac but I really love (so much I might wanna marry it) this recipe is 2-LEGIT-2-QUIT

Crock-pot drummies.  I didn't want an oven option because I wanted them to be ready and stay warm for several hours, so I did these.  They were tasty and very subtle, next time I will add more ginger and honey as the soy sauce was kind overwhelming the flavor.

Buffalo chicken dip, also in a crockpot because I love me some easy throw it in a pot and let it work some magic recipes.  I'm actually going to type this out because I couldn't find a link to the recipe I use....
1 whole rotisserie chicken, deboned and shredded (rotisserie chicken is the BEST, not much more expensive than a raw bird....and hand-over-fist better than canned chicken, but if you prefer easy then used the canned stuff- equivalent to the amount of a whole bird)
1.5 pkg cream cheese, softened
1.5 cups Frank's red hot (the best hot sauce IMHO)
1.5 cups Hidden Valley Ranch.....I will go fist-to-cuffs with anyone who doesn't think this ranch is far beyond compare

-throw it all in the crock pot until warm and cream cheese is all melted and blended.

So yeah, I'm not a walking paid advertisement.....yet? *wink, wink*

I did serve the obligatory veggies and dip, which only brought down my level of gluttony a wee smidge of a hair. And some amazing friends brought all the provisions for a French75, yum yum yum.....so good and surprisingly didn't put hair on the chest. And another friend brought over the BEST brownies- such ooooeygooooeyfudgeynes!

Today the snow is falling in big huge clumps, and I'm kicking myself real hard for deciding to freeze the leftover chili....I will be enjoying more brownies though! I'll just have a second cup of my sweet nectar instead. (side note, I will NOT be writing anymore posts from the iPad, I know its completely random-which I admittedly am frequently-but the interface just S-T-I-N-K-S like 5 day old baby diaper! too much? whatevs)

That's my back yard peeps! Kind of obsessed with how google+ "animates" some of my photos!

I'm sensing a theme....

Do you hear what I hear? *crickets and even more crickets*  Yup, and I'm extremely excited about those crickets too....because *drum roll* both of my babes are SLEEPING at the same time.  Miracle of miracles for sure, at least for me.  I have been working on this since Baby J was born and my stats for victory are like -0.000087% success. Now I'm just awaiting the dreaded whines from upstairs indicating X-man has just pooed in his diaper and refuses to just stay asleep with the stink bomb in-situ.  Its moments like this that make me hold my breath for about 1.2 seconds then run around the house like a chihuahua on speed (laundry, dishes, toys everywhere, folding clothes, and continue with the endless list) although I would rather be sipping my nectar and lounging on the couch watching bad day time television. 

So back to my theme for the week...accomplishments.  I made it to the gym today, after a 3 day hiatus.  It took 2 days just to talk myself into actually venturing to that self imposed torture facility and believe me it only would have taken one/uno/ein eensie-teensie negative suggestion to keep me from going. Honestly, its the even LARGER negative thought of becoming a fattie that keeps me going, plus I do feel good AFTER.  What can I say, I'm a walking contradiction with most of my feelings towards any given thing. 

It is X-Man's birthday soon so today I put on my big girl panties and put together his tricycle, from his GiGi and Papa, all by lonesome.  I like working with my hands and putting things together, strange but true fact about myself. Give me a hammer and you may get a picture hung or a hole in the wall....I did say I was enthusiastic but never did I say I was GOOD at it.  Anywho, the trike was super duper easy peasy to put together and came with a how-to in pictures (my fave, cuz who wants to READ instructions?) and took 15 minutes.  I even had pictorial evidence for you!

BEFORE

AFTER

Blogger and better things OR Case of the Tuesdays

If the title wasn't enough to pique your interest in my musings for the day, then let me enlighten.  You see, I'm terrible at keeping up with my blog but in my head I constantly have these great light bulbs pinging off all the time (also possible I have undiagnosed ADD).....alas a case of the Tuesdays has struck and now you 're stuck with this.  A case of the Tuesdays you are saying to yourself, I thought it was a case of the Mundays-and you would be mostly right unless of course you are me and somehow the feeling from yesterday has crept into today.  First its subzero temps here and the hubs work related absence is making the days LONG.  However, today I had to make a list of my accomplishments-small but mighty, its the little things right?

1. Diapers are CLEAN and somewhat put together for usage, plus reading my fave blog ever...go check it out  here

2. Oh nectar of the gods, why do you taste so good and ultimately disappear too quickly????

3. Made it to story time this am at a new place, and was pleasantly surprised this place sells new and consignment stuff....SO Baby J has his first pair of wellies that he may fit into in like a year? Ever prepared am I!

4. Thank you craigslist for finally gracing me with a kiddie table and chairs....I'm super picky and wanted wood.

5. But Kendra, that's just a picture of your baby and its not like you grew him, birthed him and all that jazz in one day and again dear readers you would be correct.....the accomplishment today is that he is DRESSED! Victory and a round of applause please!

6. Yamaka or helmet, you decide.

It's Christmas Time

So, with above said post title start humming that little holiday ditty. Christmas music is my fave to listen to, from Handel's Messiah and the Nutcracker to Mariah Carey (sing it, sistah!)and Michael Buble.

This is my first Christmas in New Jersey and therefor away from my family.  With moving and two small children the day sort of snuck up on me, despite having 4 weeks of Advent to constantly remind me.  Presents were not so carefully wrapped under the Christmas tree and there were no stockings to be hung by the fireplace with even the least amount of care, so yeah. I hope I'm sounding more like a busy mom and less like Scrooge's long lost sister.

My brother and his wife are oh-so awesome and came to visit! The boys love their Uncle G and Aunt Ke-ke. I really enjoy watching them all interact and my brother is going to be the bestest Dad. So weird to type and even weirder (more weird?, come get me grammar police) to say.

Without further ado, the day in pictures.

1. Daddy and X-Man opening his gifts, complete with an awesome "motion" frame of pics

2. Auggie the doggie, with possibly a tumor growing out of his head

3. Baby J with Aunt Kelsey

4.Gotta love the grainie selfie

5. MORE X-Man and Daddy

6. Uncle G with the boys

The longest of walks down memory lane

I've been staying with my parents while my husband finished up the remainder of his training in Oklahoma up until our home closes in New Jersey.  It has been a wonderful experience for so many reasons, but today definitely takes the cake.....you see, my mom has saved SOOOOOOO many of our "things" from my childhood (almost receiving the gold medal in hoarding, but not quite) and going through it all has been very fun and nostalgic with a twist of sad longing for my youth (this adult responsibility thing really is for the birds).  Without further ado, I give you my YOUTH in a Wordless Wednesday:

*I don't care how old you are, Little People will always and forever ROCK

*1980 something neon grill or banana clip....you decide

*This top was actually my dad's when he was a kid

*I feel like this picture speaks very highly for itself, especially of my generally good taste in music

*I really did want to be a ballerina, but my mediocre training and pointe skills left something to be desired

*On the count of 3, everybody sing with me how they heard it through the grapevine....

*My very first backpack

Love,
K.