I hate crying in public, HATE IT. If I start crying in public I’m apt to make a smartass remark or say something totally snarky. Today I could do neither. I just grinned ear to ear as big fat tears ran off my face

I am so in love.

Last night Mira worked herself into one of those attacks. It took nearly a solid hour of keening in her room- OVER RAISINS- for her to calm down. Today it’s my turn. This weekend I need to get the boy’s nursery finished for my final video (see all videos up through this week HERE and vote daily, hourly, minutely- HERE ) all while getting everything just right for electrical inspection (we had to make some last minute corrections that pushed it back till Monday- we are seriously cutting it close). In the mean time, all I feel like doing in laying on my bed and having a fit. I may need to work on my stress coping strategies.

7 years ago (yesterday) I was all dolled up

The Hubster was looking damn good too

Folks were hanging out in our living room, waiting for the show to begin

but the gal we hired to hitch us never showed. The guys tried calling her, repeatedly.

After the 67th phone call we got the sinking feeling that she had blown us off ON OUR WEDDING DAY and The Hubster started searching for someone else- no easy task on a Sunday afternoon.

Eventually, salvation arrived- lovely tiny woman named Joy. And she was a Joy; she did a phenomenal job. We stood in our dinning room, before a living room full of family and friends, and tried to ignore the phone ringing just as tears welled into our eyes and we exchanged rings.

It’s been 7 years and I am still head over heels in love. I guess that is why I keep ended up in this situation

How does a child, say a 1 year old boy, take a massive dump which remains fully contained within his diaper EXCEPT for the whole raisins that passed right through. These poo raisins instead of remaining in said diaper, magically migrate down the leg of his sleeper zip-up PJs. How is this accomplished when all other poo stays where poo belongs? I am mystified and disgusted all at once.

My dinning room table is back in my house. We at dinner AT THE TABLE instead of crouched around the piano bench with our knees up by our ears. I would take pictures but The Hubster seems to have misplaced it. The Hubster is dangerously close to ended up on the wrong end of a pregnant woman’s wrath.

I’ve lost interest in food. Me! Me, who eats and eats and eats has completely lost the want to eat. I figure fire raining from the sky can’t be too far behind.

I am ignoring you. No, it’s not for tv. It’s for staring at the wall and thinking evil grumpy thoughts and wishing everyone would just be quiet. Ahh, I am wobbling on the cusp of the third trimester and it’s apparent in my behavior. I want to hole up and hibernate till this baby comes.

This is 100% worse because of the p-17 shots. All that extra progesterone has made me MEAN and MEAN and just plain MEAN. I feel sorry for my husband and children because there is no denying it, I’m MEAN (psst just in case you some how missed it- I’m MEAN and GRUMPY and NOT NICE).

I’m also fairly sure the added stress of unexpected house guests has contributed some and that’s not even to mention the stress of the weird on again off again schedule of Tessa’s preschool (off for the next 2 weeks, someone please send me a child’s 5/6 straight jacket).

Our guests will be gone for the weekend and I’m hoping that getting some hardcore cleaning done as well as The Hubster getting the electrical ready for inspection will put me back into a sunnier mood. Until then, watch your step because I’m MEAN

What do you call 2 pregnant women, 2 husbands, 4 children, 4 dogs and 2 birds?

I’m not sure what to call it other then one heck of an adventure! Our friends are staying with us for a bit while they try to resolve a very very very bad housing issue that will probably require the Department of Health or EPA to intervene. As if all this activity isn’t enough, their son suddenly developed a stomach bug this morning. Now we are holding our breaths, waiting to see if someone else falls or if this may possible be blamed on an accidental baptism in a local river.

Speaking of accidental baptisms, I sent The Hubster’s cellphone through the wash. During the food poisoning plague, Mira barfed all over some clothes left on the bathroom floor, which included The Hubster’s pants. I don’t know about you, but I was not going to fish around in vomit pants so I chucked it all in the wash. As sorrowful and remorseful as I felt, it ended up being the best thing I could ever do. It forced us to seek out a new cellphone contract as our expired back in February and I had just been putting off doing anything. As a byproduct of our new cell contract, we were able to step into the current century. I am proud to announce that we are no longer suckling at the teat of free rabbit ears television. For a ridiculously low price we were able to “bundle” our services and end up with only a few dollars difference over what we were paying for the same services minus the whole satellite tv. Considering that I will be spending the next couple of months sitting on my laurels as much as possible, I’m grateful to have the option of watching something other the Jerry Springer or Judge whoever shows.

There are only a few short weeks left to my Lifetime Television Clean Start Challenge (see my weekly videos HERE and vote for Erin in Oviedo HERE ) Had I tackled it the night the idea came to me, I would most certainly be hanging another Erin original in the nursery but food poisoning and a nasty cold mowed us down one right after another and gave me pause before beginning my project. Then today, I started looking around Etsy.com to see if an old blogging friend was yet selling her robot pillows when I stumbled across this shop and now have to make a decorating decision (Just HOW does Nate Berkus do it?) What would you do?

1) Go with the original plan of painting a large canvas for the wall and praying it comes out like I want it too

2) Buy and frame these oh so retro cool Rocket Prints

3) Buy and frame this nifty series of Robot and Space Prints

I have stated many times how I am trying to do this in a very budget minded manner and I am happy to say that thus far we have really stuck with that! I have only purchased the lamp, a hepa filter, bed sheets, a crib skirt, the curtains (plus decorative patches I added) and the star mobile. Everything else in the room has been re purposed from another place in our home, a used item that has been passed on to us, or a gift. This leaves me with some wiggle room when it comes to these final designing decisions. To help you help me, here are some sneak peek pictures.

The large wall that the star mobile is hanging in front of, is the wall I will be hanging something from the above selections on. So, what are your thoughts? Which would be the best choice? Money wise, the canvas size I would use to create something would cost about the same amount of money as purchasing the above linked prints, making the budget less of a deciding factor.

And because of that food poisoning thing I mentioned, we ended up taking an unscheduled peek at one of the people inspiring this whole project:

aww he’s yawning and looks like the wittle spawn of a cartoon tryst! Then, they also confirmed that it’s not my imagination, there actually is something impeding my breathing

I hope he decides to bend his knees sometime soon.

or alternately titled “Why I should Never Own Hair Cutting Scissors”

I could tell from my baby book that it was a bad idea

(wow, Levi and I look A LOT alike when you compare this picture to his)

and if the baby book wasn’t a big enough clue that I had inherited scissor incompetence, my habit of cutting baby fingers, rather then nails should have clued me in, but no, I still did it

oh man mom, I look dumb

seriously woman, did you just do this to me?

It’s a good thing I’m still cute as heck, cause otherwise peeps might think I was straight out of Dumb and Dumber