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Rating this post: random. Just a warning to keep your expectations in the appropriate place.

On Tuesdays I get to pick up my boys at preschool and spend the afternoon with them. Every Tuesday, I try to get something I need to do done, and do something they like to do as well. So of course we book it to Costco. I They love the free samples, and they have 2 spots for them at the front of the cart. Brilliant. And they like to munch on pizza while mommy plays fast cart, slow cart, “sorry for crashing into your cart-oops”. I keep it real. We all didn’t pass drivers tests with flying colors.

So after that fun adventure and a mad older russian lady later; we go home. Nap time, fun time. Weeman, down. Score. B, not so much. He wasn’t cooperating-but I NEEDED a nap. There was no negotiating. 10 minutes into my beloved REM and a disney movie later, I hear the shot that knocks off Bambi’s mom, and a little munchkin is attempting to tape mommies eyes shut. Upon rising I see the damage:

Maybe it was a wee bit more than 10 minutes. I didn’t get all of it on camera, but I guess I better count my blessings. Could have been a sharpie, right? So then as I am crockpotting my life away I see this:

How can you not love this boy? He loves to do what his mommy does. {for the record, I do not mop the outside patio.} So precious. A few shots later and I have to capture this:

So then we busted open a book that my step dad got me as a quite obvious hint that I need to stop playing barber. Point taken.

Basically uses the first 4 steps to teach you how to put your hair in a ponytail. {yawn}.

Then you cut the ponytail off. I give it 5 stars. My kind of solution.

As I said, it’s been a wierd day.

May 17, 2011
The Crazy Italian

gene manifests itself in more ways than one. This has to happen every time little Stink has to go drop some kids off at the pool. It does not matter if we are in a library, a friends home, preschool, or a Hepatitus C infested gas station bathroom. He immediately gets a look of complete shock and awe, and shouts, “Mom! I’ve got to p_ _p!!!” And in a fit of panic, he starts aggresively pulling off all articles of clothing and throwing them all crazy like. The clothes can’t touch the bathroom floor, they must come off at immediate onset of tummy rumble.

Boys are so fun.

May 17, 2011
5 years.

Whoa. Dude.
How time flies. 5 years ago today, I was primping, getting ready with my girls/ mom/ MIL, for what I thought would be the biggest and best day of my life. It was a wonderful and flawless day indeed, but I can’t wipe this giddy smile off my face when I truly think about what God has done with these lives that became one. I was rereading our “wedding program”, and while Chad and I were not Christians, we sure thought we were. Reading what we had written was smoke and mirrors to the innocent bystander. But God knew better. The exact verse we included, has become a truth in my own life, and our closing prayer, has come true, by the grace of our Almighty God. Praise HIM for raising these lives up from the dead. Truly. Not reading something for 5 years that was just words then…having that come true…AH-mazing.

I love my Husband a whole world more than I ever did the day I married Him. God gave him to me to be my leader, best friend, rock, and partner. He has redeemed our marriage in an overwhelming way, and I am heavy with thankfulness to Jesus for allowing me to spend the rest of my life with this man who I am absolutely crazy about, and still race home to see. Every. Single. Day.
(Doesn’t hurt that he is, like, the most handsome man on the planet.)

May 13, 2011
eventful

If I wouldn’t have taken pictures, no one would have believed the Friday I had. Where is the proverbial remote? Serio. One of the best weekends EVER (said in my best tween voice). Well, most random at least.

Lets start off with my Friday afternoon marinara massacre:

I know, I know. Wow Michelle, good to know you choose photographing the ridiculousness of this over actually cleaning it up. In all honesty, I was in shock and wanted evidence of my own stupidity.

FYI: plastic oily maggiano’s containers are slippery. One should not stack, then bend over to open the fridge.

After an almost one hour clean up, I was able to squeeze a cat nap in, and awoke to my hubs giving me my 5 year anniversary/ mothers day gift:

{this is not a gift I would expect from anyone ever-I promise. Hence the face}

Totally unworthy. BUT I LOVE IT!!!!! I have a very uncomfortable affinity for Louis. This brand I can justify 1,000 times over, and our history goes back about 8 years. I got burned by buying a fake off ebay in college, and or some reason, that horror sealed my love for the lv, and I promised myself never to own a fake ever again. My sweet hunk of spouse bought my most favorite/ wanted purse ever. I am still in shock. He gets 500 point lead and free football passes for the next decade. I love that he was so thoughtful and remembered how much I admired this purse 6 months ago, and loved me enough to make that sacrifice.

Then my hubs wisked me away to date night. At one of my favorite date night spots. Nick’s.

(Andersen’s: we missed you!)

I am a beast. I took down all but one. C was scared.

It’s all fun and games until you cross Mamma’s bed time.

What a lucky guy C is. I swear, I used to be a rockstar.

Lastly, Happy Mother’s day to the mommies-especially to my Mommabird and Mother in law. Mom & Rhonda, I am sorry you got a hand-colored easter card for your mother’s day card. I forgot it on Easter, and needed some affirmation that taking two hours, two midgets, and duct tape/ chair combo was a good call.
Anyway, I just want my blog-sphere to know I have been blessed with the most amazing mother, and mother in law-EVER. I love you both so much and am so appreciative of the faithful love you constantly show, even when we don’t deserve it.
And also I have the BEST HUSBAND ever. Who can forget the man that puts up with this spazz and loves her?

May 8, 2011
Flashback Friday

Doh.

May 6, 2011