My sister did her magic on me again. I can't tell you all how nice it is to have someone that is willing to give you makeovers all the time. I need you to keep in mind that this is after a few hours of sweating (but not in my pits, thank you very much) and a few tears. My one sister put it best when she said, "You don't even notice how short your eyelashes are when you look like that." I just had to document this, because I don't know when I will be graced by Britta's talents again, and maybe if I show my appreciation on my blog she will think of me before thousands of other options when she needs a "model". Do I look sun kissed or what? Also when you took three pictures and they all look almost identical, and you don't know which one to put on your blog...what do you do? Post them all? Really?
So, a couple of days ago, I went to Carl's Jr. I promised the kids a lunch out for their "help" cleaning the car. This is what came in their happy meals. I kid you not. Are they trying to give my kids nightmares? Those are button eyes.
You know, to make up for posting the ones I was supposed to post yesterday today...what kind of make up pictures did you think I was talking about?
Thomas has been doing this in every single picture I take of him. He thinks he looks cool...you be the judge.
This is Atticus's new bed. You can't see it because it is that tiny. Functional, but tiny. He loves it though. He instantly climbed in and pulled the covers up to his chin. Can you picture it? Cute. The trick is, you just take the mattress out of the crib and put it on the floor.
And here they are. I should take more pictures so I have the luxury of being picky. Do these kids look home schooled? Be honest. And just so you all feel fully informed. The broken crib is on the curb. I was not expecting what I found under it though. I think at one point is had been an apple, maybe a peach. So instead of getting the whole house clean, I got that 12 inch by 12 inch part of the house clean. And I don't want to hear anything about it being 2:30 and having plenty of time to finish. That top picture is the before of my van. I also found some gross things in there. It is amazing how cleaning out your car actually can make you feel more human.
Today is this fantastic girl's fourth birthday. What can I say about her except she has been such a joy to have. From the moment she was born, she was smiling, and happy. She instantly steals the hearts of anyone who meets her. She loves to laugh, and has such a good sense of humor. She was an incredibly early talker and blows me away with her questions and understanding. As if that wasn't enough, she is also beautiful. It is a rare occasion when I go out with her and don't get a comment on how pretty she is. Anyways, I am so lucky to have her as a part of our family. I made a video for her birthday last year if you would like to check it out. Violet's Video. Worth the time.
So I get out of the shower today, and reach for my new deodorant [first thing I do after I am dressed, if you have ESS (excessive sweating syndrome) like me you know why] and it was gone. A million thoughts ran through my head. Hot pants had stopped by for a brief visit, maybe she took it. Maybe it was just too much pressure for poor clinical protection, couldn't handle it. Maybe (most likely culprit) Violet took it. She had put it on three times yesterday, and seemed obsessed. So I was running through the house, working up a sweat, looking in every one of Violet's usual hiding places. No luck. I was devastated. I sulk my way up the stairs to finish my beauty routine, and when I open the drawer that houses my deodorant, and all the way in the back, there it was. So it turns out, I think it was hiding from my stank. I feel kind of sorry for it, but it is like changing diapers, just because your job stinks, doesn't mean you don't have to do it. It has been working hard and well. I should get a kick back for all the advertising, huh.
So, I guess I lost my deodorant. Must have left it in Las Vegas, and you know what...best decision ever!! As you all know, I have a problem. I sweat excessively. I have this theory about it...you know, stuff like...my stank is so appealing to the opposite sex, and I am just dripping with pheromones...you know, the usual delusions. But a while back I saw a commercial. It was something that I truly wanted, and couldn't justify because I had a perfectly good deodorant already. Since I left it in Las Vegas...I had a good excuse. I also had a $2.00 off coupon which turned out to be very handy because it was like $7.00. I digress, basically I love my new deodorant. I am going to recommend it to anyone that has my particular ailment. Memzy, Julie...I am looking at you. (That is what you get for confiding your embarrassing secrets to me!) Dry as a bone! One more thing, I got sheer powder flavor, and I don't think it was the right scent. I suggest shower clean.
And the first photo is my niece, Nora. So cute, right? She came to visit me today. If you don't know who the rest of the people are, you don't know me at all!
You all ready to hear the details of my Valentines day? I got a "Happy Valentine's Day, Katie" from Tom, and a picture from the kids. I gave a "Happy Valentine's Day" to everyone in return. Lame, right? That is fine though. I've never been one for Valentine's day anyway. Tom and I had a discussion on the subject, and I think we both don't like it because of the horrible experiences we both had as teenagers. I had a boyfriend give me a necklace that belonged to his sister. He said, she would never notice it was gone...romantic. I don't like seeing money wasted on gifts for me unless it was something that I really need, like deodorant or an iphone. And Tom once spent a whole lot of money on a sweater and some expensive perfume that he felt went unappreciated. So all you that spent your hard earned money on someone that you love...I feel sorry for you.
We didn't do nothing though! We had a very romantic lunch out with the Eslpin's at BJ's. It was delicious. Worth the hour long wait. We also got a table side view of a real life teenage Valentine's day date. Complete with mother picking up. Ah, too be young.
I should be packing for my trip to Las Vegas. The kids had a couple of days off so I am heading out. I haven't done any packing yet, and last time I forgot Atticus's pants. So I told myself, I was going to be better prepared. Doesn't look like that is going to happen. I still have a few hours to get it together. I don't want the kids to miss all the Valentine parties. And besides, I have one more doctor's appointment to squeeze in before I leave.
Is it obvious that my brain is all mushy? I hope it doesn't affect my driving.
Atticus just walked in completely naked...so I guess that is my cue.
I have to hurry and post something because I just left a comment on an old friend's blog, and on the off chance that she comes here to see what I am up to, I wanted to clean things up a bit. I don't want her thinking that my kids look like that all the time. Since one post is usually enough to satisfy anyone's hunger... It is like running into someone at the grocery store, and you realize you have gone out into public in maternity pants (when you aren't pregnant) ,you aren't wearing makeup, and you are pretty sure you are wearing the same shirt you were wearing the last time you saw her...it's a comfy shirt, and I have washed it.
That'll do, don't you think?
I am going to add some pictures for Tom. And if you were wondering...yes, that is my broken crib way over the weight limit. I guess I am having a hard time throwing it out.
Violet and Atticus had a wee little doctor's appointment. Nothing worth metioning for sure. Just height, weight, and iron levels. Atticus got his cute little toe pricked first. Not even a peep. I am not sure if he even knows he was poked (maybe I should do further testing to see if something is wrong with him). Then Violet was up. She was nervous. I am guessing it had everything to do with the viles of blood she had drained from her body a couple of days ago. Where some strange man was brought into the room to help me hold her down. I digress. Anyways, she lets out a pained squeel, and I hug her and comfort her and hand her a sticker. Then set her down to dress Atticus who is naked except a shirt and diaper. She starts crying and grabs onto my leg. I bend down to pick her up with my one free hand, and she goes limp. Her eyes roll back and her face turns completely white. I tell the nurse that something is wrong. She helps me set her down gently where she instantly regains consciousness. So scary. She told me she has had only one other kids pass out in her years of work there. I try to unsuccessfully not to cry. ( I don't know, something about watching one of my kids lose consciousness really gets to me.) Anyways, she is just fine now. I think she might have gotten that from me. I am a bit of a fainter myself, as you all know if you read my blog faithfully.
Footnote: the terrible pictures are for Tom and should not be viewed by anyone other than him. I had a long day you guys.
I don't know how it happened, but my house has turned into the place to be for the neighborhood kids. It only happens when Tom is gone. The moment he arrives, they scatter, and I don't see them until he is gone.
Whilst looking for a picture of the kids to post for Tom, I found two folders full of pictures I took of myself. Is that vain? Also, I would like to point out that the picture of Violet, seen below, out in the cold was not taken by me. I would have rushed to let her in. This isn't Las Vegas after all.
I had the best day ever! My sister, Britta, called me last night. She needed a "model" (which is a euphemism for guinea pig). She is studying to be a esthetition. And of coarse I said yes. I got two and a half hours of pampering, and the grand total cost was $3.50. I had to pay only for the supplies. I got something semi-permanent done. Do any of you know me well enough to guess what it is? I am going to keep it up for sure.