Sunday, February 19, 2012

FUTURE JAVELIN THROWER?

Or maybe a long jumper? Or triple jumper? Heptathlon?

Either way, our little lady is willing to run down a runway.
Especially a runway made out of pink bubble wrap.

Pretty good form on the run-up so far...

Ahhh... Nope, she lost concentration and looked down at her feet.
Your eyes should be looking out towards the sector, little lady.

Going back for another round.

Really fast run-up this time...
here comes the speed demon!

Good form!
But don't look at Dadda
!
(well, unless you plan on throwing the javelin at him.)

Dude, I gotta call my agent about this chick.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

WHY I WEIGH 500 LBS....


Because it's "Happy Valentine's Day!"

And I'm not 500 lbs. Not yet, at least. If I keep eating this way, I will be soon.

I went on a baking binge last night. "E-bie's Momma" signed up to bring cupcakes to Evie's Valentine's Day party at school.

Which meant I went overboard and made 24 red velvet and cream cheese icing cupcakes, PLUS an entire red velvet and cream cheese cake to bring into my office, AND 24 cupcake-sized rice krispie treats. Because... well, just because.

To say we have had a sugar high in our house in an understatement.

Oh, yeah. And with Dove chocolates.
Because all that sugar needed more sugar on top.

I'm very happy Valentine's Day only comes once a year.
But who are we kidding? I'd have one of these every day if possible
.

The tower of confections.

Not the most polished icing writing I've ever done,
but I was playing with some new Wilson icing
tips to see what would happen.
I didn't hear my coworkers complain when I brought it in!

These were Evie's Valentine's to her classmates and family. 
Yup, the idea was copied straight off of Pinterest. It was too good not to!!
The Valentine we actually gave to her classmates is in the upper right hand corner. The other pictures were just options that I thought were too good not to print, using captions that fit our little lady's personality.
 

Miss Priss on Valentine's Day morning.

Wearing her momma's pink bathrobe...
because, well just because she wanted to.


I'm off to crack open a bottle of the bubbly with the hubby...
because, well just because I want to. 

Happy Valentine's Day, y'all!!!

Sunday, February 12, 2012

ABBOTT'S CHEST

Ahoy, matey!

I found a great bargain at Michael's craft store. A toy chest that typically retails for $50 was on the "As Is" rack for just $12.  The top had been broken off and it had a few problems, but nothing that a few screws and a drill couldn't fix!


All fixed up and working properly.

I took some graphite paper and traced a monogram
on each end with a black permanent marker. 
I thought it would look like I used a wood burning/etching tool.
A tool that I don't have and didn't want to buy.

I got some wood stain in Antique Walnut...
The new wood color is fine, but let's face it...
new wood doesn't exactly scream "old treasure chest."
It just screams "somebody put me together last week!"

I tested the color out on the inside first. I like it.
If you don't like it, well you can
just go walk the plank, you scurvy mongrel.

Yes! You can still see the monogram.

Instead of painting it a bright kid's color, I thought this could pass
for both a playtime pirate chest and still work for him as he gets older
.


He could even take it to college and use it to store all his:



a. research papers when he finds the cure for cancer

b. love notes from all his girlfriends

c. sports gear when he gets that athletic scholarship

d. job offers from Fortune 500 companies

(Hint: b is a false statement. Your choices are a, c, or d.)




I think he likes it.


Yup, that's a happy little pirate dance.

A really happy pirate dance.

Ya must be wonderin',  "Katie dear, why ye wastin' precious breath on syllables and letters what ne'er do ye no good? Me time's precious! Be so kind as to let me cast me eyes on more pictures of my future ship mate!"


(No, it's not Talk-Like-A-Pirate-Day. But it should be.)

So, here's a boatload of more Captain Abbott pictures:





He's a jolly little mate.


   




Argh!!!
(That's pirate speak for "hahaha")



All this laughing makes him need to go to the poop deck.
 

Yup, when the scurvy dog comes sniffin', it's time for a diaper change.


I found me a lass to change to me diaper!
The lass is wearin Mickey Mouse pajama pants
and not a stitch of make-up, but she'll do the job.

Now it's bedtime for all little pirates.


Going

Going....


GONE!
G'night mateys.



Full disclosure: I really only told you about making the treasure chest in order to have a reason to make a blog post with pirate talk. You're welcome.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

HI HO.. HI HO... BACK TO WORK I GO

Tomorrow marks the end of my second week of officially being back at work. It hasn't been bad, even though I had been dreading it with every fiber of my being, every cell in my body, every nucleus of my cells, every nucleolus of my nucleus... eh, you get the picture. Yup, I didn't want to go back.  

The working part wasn't the problem, but the part where I was going to miss being home with my little people all the time... AND... oh yeah, that small problem with the littlest of my little people whose longest stretch of sleeping at night had been for three hours at most. There was no way I was going to be able to function at work with a kid that woke at 1 AM and got up everytwohours. after that.


My mom is a liar.
She loved staying up and partying with me all night long
.

Somewhere between his 10th and 11th week, it 'clicked' for my little man.  He's now putting his big sister's night time sleep record to shame!! For the past two weeks, he has been sleeping from 7:30 or 8 PM at night until 6:30 or 7 in the morning. Boooo-yah!!


He must've had a big developmental spurt. 

Or maybe he heard me ask his father, "Is it too late to take him back to the hospital and ask for a different kid?"

I was only kidding. 

Kind of.


We have all survived getting on the 'mommy goes back to work' schedule... Evie goes to school full-time and Abbott goes part time right now. I actually take Abbott to the office with me 1-2 days per week.  Seriously, he's my little assistant! I know I'm incredibly lucky to be able to take him with me, but my office is quiet enough and he behaves well enough that I can actually get work done.

Plus, my theory is that I would either shut my door a few times per day for less than 10 minutes and nurse him... or I would shut my office door a few times more per day and be chained to the lovely ol' breast pump for 30-45 minutes at at time.


And the pump is not fun. On days that Abbott isn't with me, I've often considered "Mooooo-ing" really loud when I hear co-workers walking down the hall and coming to a stop when they see my door is shut and the "do not disturb" sign is out.  Ah, yes... I'm the office comedian. Can't you tell?

My coworkers are great. They all tell me that he's adorable (of course he is, he's only the most adorable kid in the world!) and they all find excuses to pop in and visit my office on days I have him with me.

I'm not sure how long I'll be able to keep him there though. Evie also came with me when she was a little bitty baby, at least up until I found I wasn't able to juggle both work and mobile baby (ie. crawling) at the same time.  

Yup, I'm both an opportunist and a realist.

And being a realist, I'm sure you're tired of reading by now and you want to see PICTURES!


(That's what you come here for anyways, right?!)



Evie gets back to her office work too.
A hole punch and a piece of paper. Endless entertainment.

She's willing to take a break for homemade pizza though.
Photo bomb courtesy of Dadda.

Poor kid got my duck lip. It's not just my lip, but the Neal family lip.
If you've ever seen me or my older brother first thing in the morning after some heavy sleep (hopefully you haven't!), you'll see that we have a seriously puffy upper lip.
Not so much of a Botox-makes-it-look-sexy pout, but more like a bee stung a duck's face and made it swell up into a bubble.

(And I'm sure Uncle Winston is so happy I just informed the world of this facial trait.)

Quit talking about my lips, people!

Also, I'm sure you've heard of the website Pinterest by now. It's my new favorite quick reference guide for everything fun. Need a cool recipe? Just type in some key words and a picture appears with a link to step-by-step directions of whatever you want to make. Need a distraction for a kid? A quick search will get you incredibly creative ideas.  

I saw a neat idea the other night while scrolling through and I just had to try it with Evie.

It's MAGIC! It's adorable! It's how to catch a fairie!!! 

Directions: empty a glowstick (or three or four glowsticks) in a glass jar. Add glitter. Shake.  Boom! You caught a fairie!

This is my attempt to catch the glow that the jar emitted. We had the lights turned off in the kitchen and my camera is picking up the light coming in from the jar and the living room. The glow was actually brighter than I had thought it would be! But with an impromptu photo session and a very uncontrolled environment, I couldn't capture the full extent of the glow.
Evie was amazed (and obviously very wiggly!).



Hi, fairies!!


This was taken at almost-pitch black in her bedroom and my camera picked up the sliver of light from the space under her door.
We had to leave the jar here on her bookshelf because she had to fall asleep looking at her captured fairies
!

The munchkins at bath time earlier tonight. 
Best time of the day!

Book time with Dadda. Madeline is one of our favorites.

"Where's Walrus?"
Another favorite.

There he is!

Where's Walrus' mustache?!

No, no, no Dadda! It's a LITTLE mustache!

It's off to bed for me now... because it's a long work day tomorrow.

"A mother's work is never done," right? 

Well, this mother is done for the day. And since it's only 11:10 PM at the moment, I've actually got 50 minutes left in the day to...

Adios, kiddos!

Zzzzzzzzzzzz...