So as soon as we found out we were having a girl, I went a little crazy with all of the clothes/cute crafty things I could make her.

Of course, the tutu was a must. Is it weird that I kind of want one now too? Look at how stinkin' cute it is!!

I added a little sparkly lace to this onesie

Some teeny booties

A super expensive but super soft blankie

Her very own ruffle butt onesie!

Ahhh! The ruffles!

Booties with more lace on them--you can't tell but it is pink with sparkles. 

More booties with pink ribbon--hey a girl needs choices in shoes!

This poor child is going to have to wear pink all the time!! I'm also a little afraid she is going to look a bit Little House on the Prairie/homespun so I might have to chill out for a while. Haha. Oh well--who can resist a good tutu?

G has been begging for a giant lollipop for probably years now. What a happy Valentine's day for him! That thing was gone in two days. (Only because we didn't let him eat it non-stop.)
Of course, little bro had to get one too. 

Mmmm...a giant sugar disc. 

Conversation we had following making a sandwich for lunch:

Me: "Are you liking your sandwich"

G: muffled grunts of approval

Me: "Maybe we should make more sandwiches like that more often."

G: "Yeah, I'm totally falling in love with this baby!"

This story happened a while ago, but I wanted to write it down so that I could remember it. 

For my birthday this year G kept telling me that he wanted to buy me a diamond ring. I would kid hubby about it and say things like, "See if you can get your dad to spring for it," or "G's getting me a diamond ring--what are you going to get?" While I didn't really expect a diamond ring, I did suggest however that hubby take the boys out shopping for a small gift to help set an example of gift giving (i.e. thinking of someone else and trying to get them something special). On the morning of my birthday I woke up to balloons and flowers and a little boy bursting to give me his special present that he had picked out. Imagine my surprise when I was presented with a small jewelry shaped box! I looked at hubby and he just smiled back at me while I opened it to find this inside:

He and G had gone to a couple of different stores and G had picked this ring out all by himself for me. G explained that it was a diamond (CZ--says hubby) that was pink because I'm a girl and a heart because he loves me. He was soooo proud and excited that he had gotten me a beautiful diamond ring for my birthday. 

If you know me, this sort of thing really isn't my particular jewelry style but I have to say it is one of the sweetest gifts I have ever received. I wear it proudly! It is so funny to hear G say, "Mom are you going to wear your diamond ring and your special wedding ring?" At least a couple of times a week he will go and get it out of its box and bring it to me to wear if I have forgotten. 

I am such a lucky mother and wife! Thanks for getting me a "diamond" ring for my birthday, guys! I sure love you!

Words I hate:

Any derivation of "Yum"

Yum is neither intelligent nor descriptive. There are a couple of food bloggers that I want to yum right out a window. 

"Classy"

Dear America,

Just so you know, people who use the word "classy" aren't.

Thank you.

Did you know that one of the best ways to achieve group unity is by creating a common enemy? 

That's what I'm doing today--helping my kids bond.