Monday, November 29, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Well, so far, I'm already behind and running to catch up. My day started a bit off kilter as I needed to take the little Mr. to the doctor to check out a nasty cough. This is what he wore...no lie...
I love how the blue in his superman pj's compliments the blue in his dragon wings. I believe I will be promoting him to On Location Fashion Correspondent.Anyway, after a quick run to the doctor, and a little celebratory trip to the Dollar spot for a good behavior treat, I realized I hadn't even got my post up! So, when I got home, I quickly grabbed my camera and here's Take 1:
Oops...I forgot to peel off all of the stickers the little Mr. stuck to my shirt at the doctor's office. So, I reset the shot and then...
Take 2:The little Miss was a bit curious as to why I had the camera balanced on several boxes...not sure why my face looks peeved...cause I'm not.
And Take 3:
This time she did it on purpose. Oh well, better luck next time. She's so cute.
Cargo Pants: Goodwill $3.00--pardon the wrinkles
Scarf: B's cast-off that I adopted FREE
Gold flats: Target $4.00
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
I love a good deal. I love bargain racks, dollar bins and discount duds. I love sales as much as Homer Simpson loves donuts....mmmmm, saaaaaaales. I'm so spoiled by good deals, that I refuse to pay full price for anything. I love good deals so much that if I can't score a pair of name brand jeans for ten bucks then back on the rack they go...it's ridiculous, I know, but, sadly very true. I have high expectations for low-cost goodies. I don't believe that I am the one to blame for the market crash...but, I may have contributed due to under spending.
So, in honor of leaner times and good sales, I'm thinking of starting a weekly post to highlight my finds at high-end retail stores like Goodwill, the D.A.V. and the ever popular Salvation Army. I have titles swirling in my head like the wordy but catchy, "Frugal-Fashion-Friday". Or, "Thrifty-Threads-Thursday," has a nice ring to it too.
Now, I don't consider myself to be particularly scrupulous when it comes to fashion. I have been known to break a rule once or twice (hello, white after Labor Day). But, if I could show you a piece or two that's made me happy, spruced up my wardrobe and saved beaucoup bucks, then friends, I've done my job. When it comes to fashion, I have taken a cue from my kids and found that in some regards fashion is:
A) subjective, and B) If it feels right, go with it (even if it's rubber caterpillar boots paired with a down vest--the little Mr...not me). So, meet me back here either Thursday or Friday (sorry, I have commitment issues) and we'll talk shop on money saving fashions.
Cardigan: Abercrombie $3.48
Jeans: Seven $5.00
Boots: Nine West $6.00
Friday, November 12, 2010
I love that I have something of hers. I've since sewn (sewed?) a few things and have plans to start on some of those projects building up in my file. I know it sounds cheesy, but I do think of her when I use the machine. When it starts to make that "whirring" noise and I feed the material through, I hear her voice saying, "Don't rush it...nice and slow...keep a straight line," and, I think of the weekend we spent sewing together. I think the crafting gene isn't so recessive anymore.
Monday, November 8, 2010
My favorite part is Bible story time.
The children listen to the first 10-20 seconds of the story and then pipe up, mid-story, with their interpretations (not relating to the story whatsoever), what they ate for breakfast, snippets from the things their mom's and dad's say (oh, yes my grown-up friends...I now know some of your little habits), and confess the naughty things they did before coming to church (like that tantrum in the car). If I were a stand-up comic, my schtick would be based solely on the life of a four-year-old. I know, Bill Cosby already went there, but it's just too good.
After story time and craft, they get more free-play where they get wired-up before moms and dads come. You're welcome.
Yesterday, my little Mr. found a kindred spirit in a sweet little girl, who like him, hates to wear socks and shoes. The two of them were hiding under a little table, plotting, scheming and whispering back and forth before both of them promptly removed their socks and shoes. They continued laughing and playing when all of a sudden the little Mr. says excitedly, "Hey, you wanna smell my socks?!" She frowned a bit and shook her head no...then he proceeded to smell them himself. I love my son and think he's so adorable...but, even I was a bit grossed out. I don't believe I have to worry about girls for a while with a proposition like that. In fact, I can think of a few more statements to add to his repertoire like, "I've got some worms in my pocket," or how about, "I just picked my nose," or the ever popular, "I just ate some dirt." Statements like these are common social graces amongst preschoolers, so he's right on track.
Friday, November 5, 2010
A couple of nights ago we were in the car and the little Mr. stopped singing along to the radio and piped
up from the backseat, "Why is it dark now?" I've answered this question before, so this I knew the answer to. I told him how when the day is done, the sun goes down so we can go to sleep (I chose to spare him from the whole, 'earth rotating around the sun while spinning on it's axis' talk...very lazy of me.). Then his little mind jumped from astronomy to facial hair...no transition.
"Does Mr. 'J' at church have a mustache?' I confirmed his question. "Why does he have a mustache? Does it tickle his nose?" Great question, I've always wondered that...I couldn't help but think of Tom Selleck and his HUGE mustache...now THAT would tickle your nose. I told the little Mr. that as long as a mustache isn't too bushy then it probably does not tickle your nose. He piped up, "Mr. Noodle has a mustache...and it's bushy...I think it tickles his nose. Will I have a mustache when I'm a grown-up dad?" I told him he could grow one if he wanted. Then he asked about daddy's beard...
"Does daddy have a beard?" Yes. "Does daddy brush his beard like his hair?" Choking back laughs I assured him that daddy does not brush his beard. This kid has a way of putting hilarious images in my head. "Does uncle K.K. have a beard like daddy?" Yes. (K.K. is little Mr.'s rock-star uncle...seriously way cool). Little Mr. shouts from the backseat, "K.K's beard is SO DONIMATED!" I believe he means doMinated, but, seriously, how does a four-year-old know the word dominated, and how does he know how to use it in the correct context to refer to something a person views as pretty amazing?!
To give you a visual, I've added side-by-side photos of Uncle K.K. and Daddy. For the sake of family dynamics, I will not take sides, but will let you decide who's beard is truly donimated:
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
*Update* Today I'm not feeling so hot...kind of feel like the above picture...so I'm cheating and making yesterday's post, today's post. Now, I'm confused...
Monday, November 1, 2010
My sweet grandma so lovingly gifted the little Mr. with a bag of blue cotton candy. Of course, I was unaware of this. I joined the group just in time to see him polish off that bag and look at me with a crazed, "I've had more sugar than my system can handle" look in his eyes. He smacked his sticky, blue lips together and shouted, "I'm ready to go in that big jumpy thing now!"
Even though bedtime was a mere 45 minutes away, I could only hope he would exert enough energy to counteract the mass amounts of glucose surging through his body. I have never been so thankful for those blow-up bounce house thingies in my entire life! Sorry, I don't have a picture...he was jumping too fast and too furious to get a good shot.
All this fun almost didn't happen for the Jackson's...E was having second thoughts about his costume. Like the rest of the nation of children obsessed with Toy Story, the little Mr. wanted to be 'Woody'. After