Archive for April, 2011
While promoting bamboopink, I met Erica over at CafeMom and decided to have a party. I love their products. Why? Well, first, so mommy friendly, and second, you can personalize them! Erica has also donated a small caddy for my Facebook Fabulous Fan Giveaway (opening soon!). Isn’t it adorable? I love that you can use it for anything. It’s only $12, and you can reuse it for just about anything! And shipping for me was less than $1! Always a great thing!
Another item I’ll be ordering is this basket. Magazine holder, but I want to use it in our bathroom to hold magazines and toilet tissue! My decor in the bathroom is beach, so it goes great! Oh and check out this “family” tote! You know me…. I love me a tote!
I think I’m getting sick. This is the worst time in the world to get sick. I’ve been having bouts of horrible nausea. I have to prep my house for a birthday party and get ready for a massive yard sale!
Easter has come and gone. Thank goodness!
My life has been soooo hectic in preparing for Easter, and Belly’s party, and finishing my present for my cousin’s baby shower, I am just so happy that all of it has passed. My life can finally go back to normal.
Here are some pictures of the Easter portion of yesterday:
You know the part where life gets so good that you have to pinch yourself over and over to make sure it’s real? I’m there. All the pieces of the puzzle seem to have come together, and I am as content, happy, and complete as I’ve ever been - which has left me savoring every moment and putting off blogging about any of it! But, here we are on her due date, and she’s already 15 days old, so it seems an appropriate time to add the story of her origins to the blog. Let me start at the beginning.
I went in for my 37 week appointment on April 4th wondering how much progress all of the contractions I’d been having had made. Quincy was so low, it seriously felt like she could pop out unannounced at any moment. I was crossing my fingers (and legs) that she’d wait until my mom arrived on Thursday, but all signs were pointing to “any moment now.” In fact, I even snapped this picture of my belly before I left the house, thinking it could be the last belly shot…and a shot of my gloriously unswollen feet! It was a first (more…)
The Easter Bunny made a special early visit to our apartment one night last week while we slept. Noah followed all the paper eggs with “N” on them. They led all the way down the hall, through the kitchen , and directly to the chair where he normally eats his breakfast.
On the table by his chair he found a treat bag! The Easter Bunny had put one chocolate egg in each of the bigger plastic eggs. He also gave Noah three marshmallow ice cream cones! (more…)
1) Is everyone ready for Easter? Everything is ready here but the weather. Last year Easter was almost a month earlier and we had beautiful weather. This year? We’re going to be lucky if we hit 60. We girls have our cute spring-y dresses at the ready, but we’ll probably end up with our winter coats on over them. We’re having our families over for Sunday brunch and an egg hunt - and to celebrate our two girls’ birthdays. Crossing fingers for sun. (more…)
Warning : This post is likely to make a lot of people angry.
If they’re angry, they’re thinking.
This post also could have been titled : Why You Should Forge Your Own Path
Every time I see some poor mompreneur spamming on Twitter, Facebook, or any other online medium about how great their “company” is, and how you can make bazillions in your underwear in 45 seconds, I cringe… I feel so bad for them. Direct sales is just not the right business for most moms…
Now, don’t get me wrong – some people thrive in it and make great money. Fantastic!
But I hate direct sales. Not just for me, but for all mompreneurs. Why?
Because there is no meaning behind it.
I enjoy turning moms into meaning-making machines – sending them out into the world with knowledge of who they truly are, so that they can change the world. And unless you’re unlike anyone in direct sales that I’ve ever met, you aren’t actually passionate about Avon, or Watkins, or Partylite, or any of the other direct sales businesses. (more…)
A topic recently came up on my stillbirth support forum asking how we picture our babies. It was interesting, the varied responses, and it made me think about it.
To me, age is a physical characteristic. Cora does not dwell in the physical realm, and therefore does not have an age. When I picture her at this moment I generally see her as a young woman. When I picture my life as it would be I picture her at the age she would be.
It’s kind of interesting how I came up with the young woman image. The one and only dream I had about her she was a young woman. She was beautiful. I cherish that.
Yes, this is why I didn’t blog yesterday. I am in full freak out mode. My house is in shambles and I try to make it cleaner (why does that always happen?!?!) and I have to get it back in order for the party on Saturday while still caring for 4 kids, a husband, and a very naughty dog - one of these children is in a very much must touch mommy at all times stage, and the other three are full on destructive. So tonight I will provide you with much cuteness, and leave it at that.
I caught my middle two today doing this:
How crazy inventive, and scary, is that?!