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Up until last week, I had a son who was creeping up on being 3 and 1/2 who continuously told me:

“Mama, I will have a paci and wear diapers FOREVER!”

I giggled. But deep down, I really thought he might.

And since he’s the baby, I kind of (KIND OF) thought it was okay.

But then I started thinking about the fact that he would HAVE to be potty trained to go to any kind of school next fall.

And really, he needs to go to some kind of school.

We both need him to.

Of course, he thinks that he is going to go to his big brother’s school. Which he cannot do until he is 4 (and he misses that dreaded school-cut-off by over a month). So, he’ll be super sad when he has to go somewhere else. But, thank goodness, that’s another story for more than 6 months from now.


Last Friday Finn woke up with a dry diaper. Now, it took my first-born about another whole year AFTER he was potty trained to go all night with a dry diaper (which we slept in until we had that down, because who has the energy to change sheets daily?!!?? anyone??!!). So, I took it as a sign.

And we took off the diaper and went to the bathroom.

There was crying. Yelling. Screaming. Shaking. Fear. Terror. Anger. And a lot of it.

Then he tinkled in the potty.

Then he smiled and said

Mama, this is the best day EVER. Don’t I get M and M’s?”

And that was about it. No accidents. No more drama. Diaper at night, underwear during the day.


Toy Story undies helped us along.

And we put stickers on a paper every time we went potty until it was full.

The full sticker page resulted in a “big prize”.


A new game for his DS.

Now, this is slightly shocking to me on many levels.

1. My 3 year old son has a DS.

Rationale: if he doesn’t have what his brother has he will either steal or break his brothers “thing”.

2. He knew EXACTLY which DS game he wanted. Mario and Luigi: Bowser’s Inside Story. Apparently this game was advertised on the instruction page of his Toy Story game. Obviously.

3. Hobbes, my first born, got a Thomas Train when he got his first sticker page filled for potty training. That was what he played with. He was so sweet and YOUNG.

4. Second children (and probably all after that) are just something else.


Now, in full disclosure I feel like I should tell you that Finn probably WILL have his paci forever. At least in his bed. I’ll take off diapers, but I won’t mess around with kiddos who sleep all night with a paci!


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It’s super dreary here today, and it’s got us cooped up inside. Near all the snacks and diet drinks (both of which I’m trying foolishly to limit my consumption of in this brand-spankin’-new year).

So, I thought I would burden you all with some ramblings.

I’ve been thinking about the holidays as I get the final bits and pieces of the decor that took over this house for over a month down.

(Full disclosure: our tree is still in the living room, and it still has lights on it- decorations are off, but the lights are on. Big plan is to take it to the curb tonight. We’ll just say that I wanted to keep it up through Epiphany. Ok?)

I wanted to share with you something that I coveted all year and then received from my wonderful mother for Christmas:

lauren wallet from zappos

*photo is taken right off of zappos.com*

It’s the “Lauren” wallet from Hobo International. Except, mine is blue. I guess they are sold out of the blue- so sorry for you! My family doesn’t understand my love for it. When I get it out of my purse I ooh and ahh over it. Every time. I snap it open and closed with care. I show anyone who cares all of it’s compartments, it’s lovely interior print, the strong magnetic close and it’s pocket that is large enough for your iPhone. Because, you see, it can be in your purse or it can BE YOUR PURSE! It is so delightful. If I had sponsors or extra cash, I would give one away to you, my loyal reader(s). But alas. You can just covet mine. And I will try diligently to write more, and more interesting, posts to try to get someone to donate something. Maybe if I had focus.

Wait. What?


So, other than spending time showing off my wallet and taking down Christmas, I managed to run last week. And apparently going full-on on the treadmill at plus-eight pounds isn’t so good for your knees. Or, at least it’s not good for my right one. So, I have been limping around and hobbling up stairs for the past 5 days. But, at least I tried.

Then I took up knitting.

But that’s a whole OTHER story. And I don’t have that much to write about these days, so I’ll save it.

Oh, and I also managed to catch a nasty head cold. From my husband. And who says he never gives me anything…

(If you were here, I could ask my child to do the buh-duh-chink on the drums so that you could share in my headache love for music produced on loud instruments by small children.)

So, anyway the bad thing that we’ve got going on now is the ever-on-the-horizon addiction to:

afrin addiction

*pop on over and order yours at drugstore.com if you’d like*

Afrin. It’s my last resort. I don’t use it unless I have had a few bad nights of sleep due to inability to breathe OR if I feel like I am choking/suffocating just trying to drink a glass of wine water, which is what was happening on Saturday night.

So, I use the Afrin. And it works miracles.

But then I need it again. And it felt SO GOOD the first time that I can’t NOT use it.

And then I sleep better, so I vow that I will try not to use it the next day. But YOU KNOW that it seems to wear off faster, and by lunch time I can’t breathe.

Slippery slope.

Now I will have to decide when to go into withdrawal.

I think it’s not today. I really like NOT being a mouth breather.

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weekend crazy…

So, hi.

This weekend I had the opportunity to visit with my younger brother and his family. Which includes his yummy new little boy, Charlie. He’s almost five months old. And very snuggly. And smells like a baby. Super yummy.


I took advantage of the opportunity and packed up Finny (Hobbes had soccer games and birthday parties- he’s big like that) and hit the road. With my mom along for the ride. Which helped a lot, especially during potty breaks on the 5ish hour drive.

So, the weekend was great. And full of snuggly babies and low-country fun.

Out to eat with some tired babies on the first night…



Playgrounds and walking trails (and bug spray!!) on Saturday…


Bouncy seats are the coolest…


We even made it out to Red’s for some drinks. On the water…


Just the “big kids”…


Breakfast on Sunday morning involved very cute babies…


And very giant cookies. Please, don’t ask. We needed food in Finn’s tummy for the ride home. And it didn’t hurt that Mommy MAY have wanted a bite. Not that I got one. He’s not really a sharer, that Finny…



Now, here’s why I haven’t been in touch. I had all intentions of downloading all my nice pictures (these are only the iPhone pics) and creating a beautiful and informative bloggy for you all to read YESTERDAY afternoon.

But pardon me while I got stuck in traffic.




I got home, drank two glasses of wine, cried a little, and went to bed.

Then I got up, loved on Hobbes (who I missed an incredible amount for only having been gone for two days), got him to school and started on the 27 thousand loads of laundry that seem to have built up since I left on Friday.

Then Finn and I went by the grocery store to pick up some milk on the way to get Hobbes from school.

And Finn shoved a whole cookie in his mouth.

And coughed a lot.

And threw the cookie up (along with some juice) all over the cart and his clothes.

And we got back in the car and I had unpacked my diaper bag on accident.

And we didn’t have enough time to go home to change before getting Hobbes.

So my child rode with me threw the pick up line.

Basically naked.

Please to enjoy.


I know we did….

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I am currently creating a brand new playlist for my 10K in the morning.

You heard me. My 10K.

Now, I know that I am well into the training for my 2nd half marathon, but it doesn’t really feel like it. And having said that, I am anxious about this race tomorrow. Mostly because last year I ran the 5K version of this same race, and I am pretty sure that it kicked my booty. Okay, I know it did.

Here is what I keep telling myself:

  1. Last week I ran 7 miles. It was rough, but I did it.
  2. In March I ran 13.1 miles.
  3. And I plan on doing it again in November.
  4. Races are fun.
  5. I *probably* won’t pee on myself. (probably not. 99% sure)
  6. As long as I finish, it’s a success. (I am not sure I feel that way anymore, I secretly have a goal time and that’s probably what is stressing me out)
  7. It will be more fun than just a plain-old long run, which I was going to have to do anyway.

Don’t I sound like a runner? I feel a little off with the running thing, but maybe tomorrow will get me back on track. I will tell you all about it, either way.

But…what I really wanted to tell you about is this:

My biggest little boy and I took a little field trip to the bookstore on the day before he started school. We actually set out for the toy store NEXT TO the book store (for a new lunch box) and ended up at the bookstore. We are both book nerds. In a wonderful way.

I haven’t been to a book store with just Hobbes in a long time. We both looked at everything. It was awesome. Then he played with the train table (he’s not THAT big, yet) and I wandered and dreamed about what it would be like to be able to buy all these wonderful books.

Here are some that I thought were particularly fabulous, kid-section-wise:

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And some oldie-but-goodies:


And, please, just humor me:


…oh yes, she did! and she does!! 🙂

Enjoy this first night of your weekend!

Look for a race recap tomorrow! And we still haven’t seen how school started…have we? Plus, I have a little boy who doesn’t like story time, but really LOVES playgrounds!


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So, I will start by admitting that my life is disorganized right now. And I am not really sure why. Nothing has really HAPPENED to make it this way, besides just regular-old-life. The reason I say this is because I think it’s important to admit when you’re crazy. Also, I am going to fix it. This week. I have plans. I have goals. I have lists. And this bloggie here, it’s on it.

But I’m already behind. It was a holiday weekend and all. Excuses. I know.

So, instead of making any MORE excuses for you, I’ll just start by trying to catch you up, a little at a time….

Saturday was the first home college football game of the season for my husband’s college- North Carolina State University.

At State, you tailgate…


Please note the satellite dish. You heard me.

If you’re me, and your stuck in the in the garage (stuck because your one-year-old has already melted down and is now doing fine with the in-laws and you can’t show your face again or else it happens all over again) while your husband is loading the car and you notice some vodka in the freezer, some lemonade in the fridge, and some mason jars…you just might come up with this…


…and then you might realize that people actually think you’ve got moonshine in your cooler and get a little nervous. ha.


There we are. And there’s the grill.


The game was a blowout, as first games of season should be. Note that it’s nighttime, and we’re just heading back to the car. It was a long day. Especially post long-run.

That’s right, I ran 7 miles prior to heading to the daylong tailgate/football extravaganza. I was one tired girl. And probably dehydrated. And definitely in need of a day of rest. Mom’s don’t really get those, though.

Sunday was a day of, well, cleaning out the garage. It takes a day. Trust me.

At some point during the day, I broke away with Finn. We broke away to Walmart. And apparently we took a time machine back to the 80’s while there, because we returned with scrunchies and lipstick.

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Yes. Scrunchies and lipstick.

I have my reasons. What could they be, you may ask?

I have to sleep with my hair up on top of my head, otherwise I feel like I am being strangled all night long. My “regular” hair bands pull my hair out. I really do lose a lot of hair- is that normal? I mean, I have plenty on my head (so far- thank goodness), but there is also an uncanny amount all over the bathroom floor. Anyway, I was hoping that these would pull less. They do. Thanks for asking. Especially if you wear your ponytail on the side and double up on the scrunchies!!

Also, I am obsessed with really adore The Pioneer Woman, and she keeps talking about this lipstick. So now I own it. And I forgot that I love how lipstick feels on my lips, even though I would rather it not actually SHOW UP much. This one is called “Nearly There”, in case you were wondering. It only costs $5 at Walmart and I believe it’s $5.04 at Target. 😉

So, needless to say, the holiday weekend was a little exhausting. And I am a little behind. BUT- today was the first day of playschool of the year for Hobbes! We are slowly, but surely, getting back on track.

Now I just have to dig my way out of about 10 loads of laundry and a whole lot of outgrown clothes….

This Week’s Teasers: I cut hair! My kids flood the bathroom when they take baths together! Hobbes starts school! I finally paid for my 10K on Saturday, so now I have to run it!

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I will be the first to admit that I like new things.

That being said, I am one of those people that REALLY gets good use out of things that I love. And if I find something that I love and it (for some/any reason) wears out, I will probably just continue using/wearing it anyway. Unless I MUST replace it. Then I will try to find the exact same thing and get it again. Seriously.


Yoga Pants. I have been wearing them since I got pregnant with baby number one, about 5 years ago. (YIKES, btw- five years ago?!!). I only manage to do yoga MAYBE once a week, but I wear these sucker 7 days a week. I wear them in the morning, when pajamas just won’t do anymore. I wear them in the afternoon/evening once we are home for the day. I sometimes (okay, more often than sometimes) wear them out and about. I mean, MAYBE I just came from yoga, right?!? All of the yoga pants that I have had have come from Target. I probably buy 2 or 3 pairs per year, but never get rid of the old ones. So, you can imagine the stack in my closet. I always wear the black ones. I sometimes buy the cropped version. I sometimes buy the gray ones, but they mostly just sit in my closet. This year, I even invested in the skirt version. I may or may not pretend that it’s sort of dressy. I wear them with flip flops, even in the winter. I might have a problem. But, for $14.99 or less per pair, and PURE COMFORT, it’s an okay problem to have…

Tissue-Like T’s. I have been wearing these kinds of t-shirts since long before I got preggo and had the life of a stay-at-home-mom. Now, I will say that I DIDN’T wear them when I was pregnant, or really for a while after each kid was born, because they are not so forgiving. In fact, maybe I just shouldn’t wear them. But I do. I used to buy them in rainbows of colors from JCrew. Nowadays, I buy a similar version from Target. Okay, maybe they are meant to be sleep-shirts. Or maybe not. Please don’t judge. They are long. They are a little thicker than true tissue t’s (read: a little more forgiving in the tummy area). Every year I invest in the long-sleeved version in the fall/winter and the short-sleeved version in the spring/summer. I always need 2 whites (you NEED two whites, don’t let anyone tell you different), a black, and a gray. Then, when sales occur or the inclination strikes, I’ll invest in the colors. Oh, I love the colors! They make me feel dressy. Yes, I’m serious. And maybe a little sad 😉 They are usually about $5-$7. Once I got a few on sale for $1.58. Yep, one dollar and fifty-eight cents. It’s true love. And it’s affordable. I will say, though, all of these tissue-like t’s led to another obsession….

Long, thin-strapped tank-tops. Not ribbed. Not with a built-in bra. Just plain old tanks. I prefer a particular version from (shocker!) Target these days. It comes in many colors. It has adjustable straps (so that I can make it longer- I have a “look”. you see, of my tank showing beneath my tissue-like t). It comes past the hip. It’s fitted. It’s a little snug to the point of sucking things in a bit to keep me looking slightly acceptable in my tissue-like t’s. I need more, come to think of it. Sadly, these are never on sale (mind you, when I went to find the link, they were on sale- who knew!?) and they are more than the t’s, coming in around $8. But you don’t have to replace them as often, as they are a bottom layer. So, acceptable.

Now, I know. I shop at Target a lot. You really don’t want to know.

Another staple in my closet is/are jeans. These may require a whole book to be written about them. I’ll put it this way: I would love to wear bell-bottoms daily. I’m talking true-straight-from-the-70’s bell-bottoms. But, I am not that skinny anymore. Those suckers are meant for hipless men. So, I revert to the trouser jean, and other similar styles. I prefer a nice (I’m talking EXPENSIVE) jean. Luckily for my husband, I have yet to get back down to my “fancy-jean size”, so I have a pair that I love from Old Navy and a new pair that seems to have great potential from Eddie Bauer. Jeans, for me, must come in tall. Preferably, I like them drag the ground. I’m just like that. But- there are many jeans.

I also love shoes. I actually have a lot of awesome, somewhat trendy shoes. But I prefer flip-flops.

Namely, black plastic flip-flops from JCrew and dark brown Rainbows. When they wear out, I get more. And have since college, I think. And that was a long time ago.

So, why am I rambling on and on and on about this?

Maybe because these are my obsessions. My loves. My true happiness.

Or maybe because I have to tell you that I do it with running gear, too.

I am on my fifth pair of Brooks Adrenaline GTS’s. I so love them.

I broke them in yesterday with high hopes of making it through my half-marathon in November in them.

I love running in new shoes.

I also broke this new running tank in yesterday.

Please, do not judge. I took the pic post-run.

And only because I couldn’t find them on Target.com to link them to the post.

It’s a great tank….sports bra up top and not totally fitted down below. Quite appreciated by me. I would like it in more colors. Please, Target, offer them online so that I can order more. I must feed my obsessive-compulsive habit. Plus, I really don’t want to wash it everday. Thanks.

Oh. And this fall…these will be mine.

In vintage brown leather

So, I guess I’ll be adding a pair of skinny jeans to my collection.

And maybe get to writing that book that I’m always talking about to earn a little cash-money.

Meaning, I also better get a-running (if I’m going to buy skinny jeans OR complete my half, which is the justification for this reward).

Speaking of which, I have my “long run” of the week tomorrow.

5 miles.

I haven’t run 5 since March, or maybe April. Due to sheer laziness.

So, I’ll report on that tomorrow.

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So, hi!

Last week was a busy one. Or not. It just seemed like life took over every single second of every single day. In a good way. We had a lot of good times, just not a lot of down time. And when I wasn’t good timing it, I was trying to figure out what will come next. So, lot’s to talk about. Let’s get to it.

One of the most healthy, productive things in my garden (besides my hot peppers) is the OKRA! As a sort of afterthought, I bought two tiny okra plants to fill in a space in my garden. They are doing so well, it’s crazy. They are super sturdy, and kind of pretty. I’ll have to take a picture of the actual plant. But for now, here’s some of it’s produce:

Now, the only downfall of “only” having two okra plants is that it takes me a week or two to get enough okra to really do anything with. This time around, we decided to go southern and fry it. (I also froze a couple of them for gumbo and/or chili in the fall and winter) I am not really a fried okra kinda girl, but my husband LOVES IT. He also loves to dip it in soy sauce, but that’s his deal (but is admittedly pretty good).

To fry it, we just sliced it up, dropped it in an eggwash (generally, you don’t have to do this, but since ours was in the fridge all week, it had lost some of it’s “gooeyness”), rolled it around in some cornstarch and dropped it in a hot cast iron skillet (filled with some oil). Viola!

Then we put it on a plate with some grilled pork chops (that were simply soaked in Texas Pete for a while before grilling) and a few grilled veggies (also from the garden- maybe zucchinni and tomatoes?). It made for a pretty tasty weeknight dinner!


While we are talking food, I will also say that although it is summe, and the salad-makin stuff is a-plenty, I am sort of down on salads these days. I just want bulk, or chew, or something carby. Ha! Anyway, I tried to convince myself that I wanted this salad the other day:

A fine salad, as lunch salads go…spinach, cucumber, tomato, feta…But it just didn’t call to me. Plus, I had run about 4.5 miles that morning, and was just feeling hungrier than that. So, I decided to chop it all up, get it good and goddess dressing-y, and throw it in a wrap.

We always, always, always have tortillas around (quesadillas are a surefire hit with the boys on most days) and this was such an easy, tasty fix. Just FYI.

On a completely different note, our back door has some water damage on the outside molding. It has since we moved in- we did a quick fix with filler and paint once, but it really wasn’t “fixed”. So, every now and then we look at doors. It’s a patio door- a big one with lots of windows. Those puppies are expensive! So, we decided to get all crazy and go to a salvage auction to look for doors.

Seriously, have you ever been to a salvage auction? I think the concept is this: sometimes things fall off trucks, or trucks get in wrecks, or water seeps in, or whatever and things get a little damaged (usually just their boxes/palates/containers) and scatter about. So, it costs the trucking company less to sell the entire truckload to salvage yards vs. returning the damaged goods to the company to get repaired, etc.

You can get whatever you want there, really, as long as you are patient (there were over 500 things being auctioned- from boxes of oreos to power washers to boxloads of light bulbs) and set your price and stick to it.

That’s right. You heard me. Boxloads of lightbulbs.

Someone “won” this for $25. Now, I don’t need all these lightbulbs, and I am not a contractor or anything, but that’s a bargain. I mean, one big box of flood lights costs about $40 at Lowe’s. Just sayin’.

So, the long and short of it is that we stood around in this for about 4 hours…

and came out with this…

for about 1/10th of the price we were going to pay for one like it (actually one we liked a lot less). Success!

(For more info on auctions, I think you can go to www.auctionzip.com, but I could be wrong)

For the conclusion of this random post, I will fill you in on something…

MY KIDS LOVE TOY STORY. To the point of obsession.

So, we finally took them to see Toy Story 3.

It rocked.

(Finn REALLY liked the candy display!)

Total joy and happiness. And then I cried. But at the movie, not because of anything the boys did. 🙂

I will say, though, that we’ve had a few nights of rough sleep on the four-year-old front because of the freaky monkey with symbols. And I’m not sure that the husband can recover from the horror that is “Big Baby”. But overall, it was the most excited I’ve EVER seen the one-year-old. Luckily we were basically the only ones in the theater, because he had a lot to say (read: yell) at the movie screen!

And, because it’s still summer, here’s a little taste of pool-time:

Thanks for your patience and attention to my random post.

Coming up next…a new plan for my well-being and training for a fall-full of races!

Happy Monday!

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