And a Tiny Prints DEAL!

Holy Cow! You know that LOVE a good deal! Tiny Prints notified me about an exclusive deal that isn't even posted on their website... GASP! Buy a $25 gift certificate and spend $100 on your holiday cards, and get $30 off your holiday cards order! Seriously, take advantage of this great offer! Who doesn't love free money?! Get going! Christmas is only a month away!

Tiny Prints is the place to go!

It may come as no surprise that I love creativity, individuality, and spunk... I think that this is evident in multiple facets of my life. (my photography, my house, my clothes... my kids!)

That being said, I love businesses that are always on the edge of new and exciting ideas in their field. Tiny Prints has some awesome innovations in the Christmas Card arena this year! I love Christmas Cards! I love sending them. I love getting them! And I love it when they include a photo! I can never throw them away...

Tiny Prints has some awesomely fantastical cards this year!

I love this Sheer Collage Tri Fold card! You can place all the great photos that you have in one card! No need to just pick one! You can tell a little story in photos! It is great!



I also love to keep Christmas Cards! Imagine how cool it would be to keep your card every year and watch your family grow! It would be so easy to do with the Colorful Wreath Ornament Card They have lots of designs to choose from!



And if you are a little more traditional... I love the Bright Patterns line in Goldenrod card. I do love golden yellows at Christmas though. Red and green can be a little overrated sometimes.



I can say from personal experience that Tiny Prints is top of the line in quality and customer service. Their ink color is vibrant and their cardstock is equisite. It may be biased, but I think that my photos always look superb. ;)

Now, you may be curious about how I display all of these Tiny Prints Christmas Cards!
I have a couple of fun ideas...





Now, go get busy and order some lovely Christmas cards... and don't forget to send one to me. :)

Kindergarten

First of all, that is a weird word...

Anyway, Oliver starts kindergarten tomorrow. And I am literally crying right now.... have been crying off and on for 2 days. I am pathetic. So, I decided to whip up a Top 10 list...

Top 10 Things NOT to do when your kid is going to kindergarten!

1. Do NOT go in and lay in bed with them just to watch them sleep. Do Not rub their hair softly. Do NOT talk to them about how much you are going to miss them everyday even though they can't hear you speaking. Do NOT start sobbing and snotting everywhere and wipe you nose on their pillow.

2. Do NOT spend hours gazing and fawning over old scrapbooks and photo albums of them when they were babies. Do NOT explain to them what you thought the first time you laid eyes on them. Do NOT relive the day they were born and try to figure out how they are old enough to go to school all day.

3. Do NOT try to trick yourself into thinking that summer will last forever. Do NOT think that if you ignore the fact that school is around the corner, it won't actually rear it's ugly little head. Because it happens, quick.

4. Do NOT take them shoe shopping only to realize that you have been shamming their little feet into shoes that are not 1, but 2 sizes too small! Then, do NOT be completely mystified by the fact that your children have indeed managed to GROW. Do NOT immediately feel saddened by the fact that you missed out on getting them new shoes for an entire shoe size!

5. Do NOT continue your ride on the guilty mom express by agonizing over the lost opportunities to make memories, play games, and tickle that you squandered while cooking, folding laundry, or coughfacebook,pinterest,bloggercough doing other frivolous activities.

6. Do NOT think about the fact that you are going to miss all of those funny phrases that they say so randomly. Like out of nowhere in the van today Oliver tells me that an elephant should go to the city pool and drink it all up if he is thirsty. Or hearing them sing the wrong words to lyrics in a song. Or getting kisses for nothing. Or hiding in the house just to scare the crap out of them when I am bored. Or dancing in the living room. Or singing him to sleep at naptime... ugh, I am bawling. again.

7. Do NOT remember your first day of kindergarten. Do NOT remember the nervous anxiety that swallowed me whole when I realized that my mom was leaving. Do NOT remember that despite how nice Mrs. Hiatt was, I still felt so alone... and scared. Do NOT remember how minutes lasted for hours. Do NOT remember feeling so insignificant.

8. Do NOT go through their closet and pull out all of the old clothes that are too small and then be crushed by the fact that this will only happen again and again. Growing and growing. Baby. Toddler. Preschooler. Elementary... Do NOT wish that you could just freeze time right here, right now.

9. Do NOT go into their room to tuck them in goodnight. Do NOT let the following happen to you... I walk into the boys' room and sit down on Oliver's bed. I lean down and give him a kiss. "I love you buddy." "I love you too Momma." Then he gently picks up a few strands of my hair as I am leaning over his face; my hair spread around us like a little curtain. He begins to twirl my hair as he usually does. He looks up at me, with a slight smile, but still a little worry in his eyes. "Momma, are ya gunna miss me?" Tears instantly flood my eyes. I can't let him see me upset. I fight them. "yeah" I reply in small whisper. He knows that I am sad. "Me too Momma... me too." I give him a big hug. Tickle him. And bolt for the door.

10. Do NOT blink. This is the only first day of kindergarten that they are going to get. This is the first day of a new era. Make it big! Make it fun! Make it theirs! To hold onto and remember 24 years later when their kids are going to school... Do NOT blink, it will be here before we know it.

Best of luck to all the mommas out there. Drink a cup of coffee and try to really be happy. We are blessed. God is good.

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Put the baby to bed.

I have this habit of buying junk at yard sales. Like junk. Stuff that looks like it should be in a dumpster. Justin usually gives me the look. But alas, I pay my .25 and move on. Shamming it into the van. I always have the best of intentions. Sometimes, it just takes me a little while to see the plan through.




But I did it. I bought each of these for a quarter. The little "kitchen" or basic stand was a nasty burgundy color. A little paint, velcro, and fabric and Viola! The cradle was a dirty dirty dirty supposed to white about 5 years ago. Spraypaint, little mattress, quilt, and pillow and now Eliza can put the baby to bed. .50 isn't too bad... I used stuff from my stash for all the rest.

Yet another dress for loulou.

I really liked this dress from Old Navy. But, I don't want to spend money. And it is only available in the big girl sizes. And it is long sleeved. So, I thought about it and decided to try to make something similar. I usually don't sew with jersey knit. It wasn't that bad really. I wanted it to be more empire waist than it turned out. But, it will do the trick. I am really on a red, white, blue, and yellow kick. I might add a fabric flower to this one. Not sure yet. I have another dress that I made... hmmm, let me see if I took any photos of it.




Well, you are in luck! I did take some photos. I just lopped off the top of a t-shirt and attached the skirt to it. The skirt was just a basic gathered tiered skirt. Nothing fancy. But I love it!

Come on Summer...

Good gracious I wish warm weather would makes it way here. I enjoy winter... for the first few weeks. Then, I am ready for my 70 degree weather again. So, I thought I would do a little sweet summertime sewing, to hopefully induce Spring. I made 2 of these outfits. One for Eliza and one for a new baby named Eden. (I love that name!) I also made matching bloomers. The other photos are the rest of the baby shower gift that I made. I have really enjoyed getting back to my sewing. I think I am going to make a giant to-do list. Because I am a list maker. But, I only make lists because I love to cross things off of them.

Other things, I was talking with Oliver and Liam tonight at bedtime. It started to storm and thunder and they were frightened. So, I went into their room. We talked about rain, lightning, and thunder. Oliver looked at me and said, "God just talks and raises his hands and makes tornadoes and storms, right momma?" I was blown away. "Yes, Oliver that is right. How did you know that?" "I just knowed, Momma." Then we were talking about how God is perfect and the great creator. And we are sinners. We discussed what sin is. We talked about the things that we do that are wrong. We talked about how that sin keeps us from being able to be with God, because He is perfect. We talked about how Jesus died on the cross to pay for our sins. And that if we believe that Jesus is the son of God, and He died on the cross for our sins, and we say we are sorry and ask God to forgive us for our sins, then we can go to Heaven someday. We talked about how much Jesus loves us. And how mean the people were to Jesus. We talked about how we get to Heaven and where Heaven is. Oliver asked if God colored outside the lines. Liam asked if God made skateboards. We talked about how we will all be together with God someday in Heaven. And Oliver said, "Momma, Jesus will scoop us up in his arms out of the stream. But there's no alligators or crocodiles in the water. And he will carry us up to Heaven." I don't know what stream he is talking about. But I love the image... of my Saviour scooping me up. Cradling my children. Taking us out of this world. I see myself resting my head on his chest. Feet dangling. And He protects me. I want my Jesus to carry me everyday. And I am so thankful for my little boy giving me a gentle reminder of the joy that exists in the arms of Christ. God teaches me so much just through the act of being a mother.

I'm ticked.

"I've got two daughters. 9 years old and 6 years old. I am going to teach them first of all about values and morals. But if they make a mistake, I don't want them punished with a baby."
Barack Obama

Check out this link:
Lisa Harris

“There was a leg and foot in my forceps, and a ‘thump, thump’ in my abdomen. Instantly, tears were streaming from my eyes.” So writes abortionist Lisa Harris in a disturbing article relating her experiences as an abortionist, particularly her anguished and “brutally visceral” experience of dismembering an 18 week gestation unborn child, while 18 weeks pregnant herself.

This makes me cry.
Because I am angry.
Because I am sad.
Because I cannot and refuse to sit back and let this continue to go on.

If you think you can handle it, check out this website,
abortion

The information here brought me to tears. And don't ignore it because it is uncomfortable. This is real life people. And it is time to buck up and take a look at what we are doing!




I am sickened by the selfishness of modern women. And the audacity of the excuses that we call men that stand by encourage such behavior. Our nation, this world, is a pathetic excuse. And I know that God will judge our actions. And there is mighty army of murdered unborn babies that will want to hear our "reasons" our "rights"... What about their "rights"?

Luke 17:1-2

Then said he unto the disciples, It is impossible but that offences will come: but woe unto him, through whom they come! It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones

We need more people like this young girl.

And for all we know, we could have had thousands more, and they could have just been aborted. These babies have a story. They have skills, talents, and a purpose. And we are ripping (literally) all of their potential away from them.

Don't read this if you are easily offended by discussion of undergarments. Consider yourself forewarned.

I wrote this post about a week ago. I have debated on whether or not to post it. I don't know who reads this blog... but then I was thinking, "...this is my blog. And this is me, being me. If someone is offended by what they read, how about don't come back. That easy." So, if you are offended, I didn't mean to. Many apologies. Now, go read someone elses blog. Have a nice life.


Yep. After my last post about the true meaning of Christmas, here I am. Making a Christmas list. But it is a really really short list.

All I want for Christmas...


is some new Bras and Panties!

That's right. I said it. It is open to the public now. Anyone could read it.
And I don't care.

Ladies, you know where I am coming from. Seriously, I haven't gotten a new bra since Liam was an infant. (coughLiam is 3cough) Wait! I take that back. I did get 2 new nursing bras when Eliza was born. And I am still sporting one of those puppies on a weekly basis.

You know it is bad when your bras are about 12 sizes too big. When you could probably fit an entire pair of balled up socks in there with your tatas. When your bra "deflates" if you get bumped into. Uh-huh. This is the world I am living in.

Don't get me wrong. I am not upset with the entire situation. I am happily back down to 125 lbs. I am not going to be that size and maintain the 34D bra size I was wearing post baby. I am just saying that something has got to give.

One of my 2 bras (yes 2) is currently being held together with a safety pin. The other one I rigged up to try to make it smaller. I would hardly call either of these efforts a success.

And my undies... oh, my undies. I hearby vow to never purchase underwear that comes in any kind of "multi-pack" again. No more 6-pack panties for this girl. And if the waistband has a "wander-er"... you know that stray piece of elastic that somehow miraculously escaped the waistband, and every time you try to break it off it whips you in the hip!-I am tossing them in the garbage!

I remember the days when I had multitudes of bras and panties. Pretty ones. Not these worn out "mom" bras and "granny" panties... Do you remember ladies, the days when you actually cared about what your undergarments looked like?! And that they would match! I am determined not to lose that part of myself in the "mommy-mix". I am sure that my husband wouldn't mind.

So, who is with me?! Or am I all alone in this world of embarrassing underwear confessions? If we don't do something soon, we will all be wearing Riders "Mom" jeans that come up to our ribs and feathering our bangs while wearing cardigans with embroidered kittens on them. Not a pretty site.

Update: I went shopping with my best friend Bri for her 29th birthday. We shopped. We laughed. We jumped on the trampoline at the mall. It was a great time. She went into the dressing room with me at Victoria's Secret. I was trying on stuff and trying to figure out what size I am... blah blah blah. Then it happened. She saw my old bra, and busted out into hysterical laughter. She literally thought it was trash. We decided that a homeless person would rather go bra-less than be caught in that contraption. All this to say, that it wasn't in my head. The bra actually was THAT bad.