Monday, October 20, 2014

I need a life coach.

Life has been kicking my ass lately. Like insanely. I am currently sitting on the couch, watching my girls eat lunch and I am too exhausted to make myself anything to eat, even though we all woke up at 9:00am today. Or 9:30 if you are a certain 4 year old who is for sure going through a growth spurt with the amount of sleep and food she has needed lately.

We finally got all of our furniture back inside and said goodbye to one of our PODS in the driveway. The last one is being picked up tomorrow. Thank God. I was getting very irritated looking at them every single day. Although life still feels crazy and never-ending stressful, I am finally starting to feel almost back to normal. I spent the entire day yesterday organizing my bedroom/dressers/closet. I kept purging everything I didn't absolutely need or love. And it feels amazing. The girls rooms are almost done too, I am finally putting away summer clothes and flip flops.

But I'm just beat. Physically, mentally beat down. I tried to throw Anth a surprise "party" after the pumpkin patch on Saturday and needless to say I sucked the big one. I honestly have the best friends in the entire world who made cake, got drinks, presents, everything. I didn't even remember to buy party cups or plastic silverware. My mind is useless. I feel like everyday my kids are alive when I tuck them in at night is a good day.

I got one workout in last week, for the first time in over a month and I have literally been eating cake for dinner. It's been a shameful couple of months and I am just begging to feel normal again.

But at least we are all alive. And healthy. And there is plenty of wine in this household. Here's to a very stress free holiday season, because I am going to need it!

Thursday, October 9, 2014


The big 30. Which I had planned to make so special for you. Until we hit the month of October that is. I promise I will make up the fact that the girls and I got you another superhero shirt for your birthday. Because you deserve so much more than we will ever be able to give you.

That man I married. Who wore a black shirt underneath of his tuxedo. I love you. More today, than I did that day. We fight like crazy, we annoy each other like crazy, we love. We are far from perfect, but I wouldn't want to be anything except what we are now. Happy. Blessed. Healthy. Crazy.

Happy Birthday, babe. To the only man in my life that's accepted me for me. I love you so much. 

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Emerald Isle, NC {Oh, and Hi!}

I blogged!

Amazing, right?

While this past week has been one of the most excruciatingly stressful weeks of our life, we got to escape to the most beautiful place ever for a few days. We came back home Thursday morning around 2:00AM, in hopes of settling on our house this past Friday, but as I am sitting here on my couch in my empty house, I honestly cannot believe the happenings of last week {I will need to write about this after we finish moving our crap back into our house).

My in-laws go to Emerald Isle every year, but life got in the way the last couple of years so this was the first time in 3 years we got a chance to go. It.was.beautiful.

The weather could not have been more beautiful, sunny and in the high 70's/low 80's all week. The girls had such a great time, it made the short trip and 6 hour drive totally worth it. God must have sensed how much we would need this vaca, because it was honestly heaven. If only we could hate stayed the rest of the week...

We were not expecting how much Quinn would love the ocean. I mean love. She seriously wanted nothing more than to sit and play in the water. And Harper didn't even once attempt to eat sand, so it was literally magic. 

Anth got to spend a ton of time with his dad, fishing in the ocean and on boats. It was pretty nice to see that and spend a week with Grandad and Nana. Or as Harper likes to call them Brenna and Nina. 

This guy. I seriously don't know where us girls would be without him. Somehow in this disaster we have both managed to laugh. While there were some tears, there was always laughter and always, always something to be thankful for. The girls have no clue what is going on, and I thank God for that. Although Quinn still talks about moving to a new house, we hope to take a little bit of a break before we list it again. 

We are going to enjoy life, with Daddy around all the time. We're going to continue to purge everything that we don't absolutely need and try to live simply for the rest of our time here. Who knows where we will end up, but this has taught us nothing except that we don't care. As long as we are together, it doesn't matter where we are. But damn, I just wish we didn't have to learn this the hard way. 

On a side note, if you are in Maryland, please send me an email as I can very much tell you who NOT to use for your real estate needs. Whose wife also happens to hate pit bulls. (that is a teaser for a future post).

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Quinn's First Week of Preschool!

So the day came. The day I actually had to drive my first born to a place full of strangers and drop her off. Ok, so not that dramatic, but the thought makes me shudder. This girl has been attached to my hip since Harper was born and has spent all of her time with either us or her grandparents since the day she was born.

I was petrified.

I knew she would do great. I just knew it. The kid is amazing. She loves to learn. Like loves it. Must be from her father because no. We picked out her clothes, did her hair, packed her a lunch that was probably big enough to feed her entire classroom and off she went. Ok, off me and Quinn, Harper and my mom too. Because I needed all the support I could take that day. And let's be honest, Daddy would have cried so he decided to just go to work.

She was so brave and so excited but I could definitely tell she was nervous. Her sister thought she was going with her and while I was snapping away pictures, she kept trying to sneak in. As if we couldn't see her...

I smothered her in hugs and kisses at the "I love you" line that they have on the floor of the classroom door and off she went. She couldn't get in there fast enough. I texted the director around lunch time to see how she was doing and she replied with "GREAT! Having an amazing time." which made me so happy. 

We picked her up and the hello I got was the most amazing thing.

I've never gotten hugs so good. It was the best thing ever. She was so excited that we forgot to bring home her backpack and everything else because I was so damn happy to have my kid back. Off we went to get frozen yogurt and to tell me all about her day.

So after a week (ok, she only goes two days a week for 4 hours) she is in love. She has a best friend named Max who is probably one of the cutest little boys I have ever seen. Hipster glasses and all. She can't wait until she can "go to school everyday" and she's sad she can't ride the bus. She has seriously made me the proudest mom. 

Love you to pieces you big girl. Kindergarten will be ridiculously hard for mama.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Labor Day Sales! Like we all need another reason to shop...

J. Crew // Old Navy // Nordstrom

Just a few deals I've seen around the internets. I am doing my best to keep my credit card in my wallet, but thought I'd share some pretty sweet deals. Happy shopping!

{be sure to scroll through!}

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Harper Grace | 18 Months!

The excitement that I have over the fact that I can tell people she is 1.5 is so exciting. That and it's ridiculously insane that the baby that I just gave birth to in the hospital is already so close to 2. Because I literally just birthed her.

Man they were not lying when they said the second kid makes time go faster.

I felt the need to do a massive update since I can't even remember the last one I did for our tiniest nugget. So much has happened, so much is going on and right now I am watching Quinn ride her scooter in front of me.... back and forth, back and forth wondering where the hell the time went.

I am currently surrounded by moving boxers, galore and lots of snack  and sippy cups. This has been life lately. Crazy, insanely busy.

Oh, Harper. Harper, Harper, Harper. You, my dear are one of the craziest children I have ever come across. You are whiny, moody, loud and damn cute. You are shy, funny and full of.... curiosity. 

You are starting to finally love on your sister and let her love on you. Because let's be honest, sister wants to give you hugs and kisses #alldayerrday. But who can blame her. You are simply delicious.

You hate to sit down and eat food. Mama gave up on the high chair a long time ago. You and sissy eat at your little kid's table and unless it's pizza or scrambled eggs..... you eat your fruit and are right on your way. You do love to snack however and you are becoming quite addicted to milk. Finally. You are a peanut though and I contribute this to the fact that you hate eating meals. Quinn had gained 3 pounds in between her 15 and 18 month appointments and I think you've gained 4 ounces.

I will not mention that you are still nursing at night. But I always try and trick you into cuddling instead. That's only worked a handful of times. Sorry to say, kid but the ship has sailed. I am giving you another month or two and then we gotta give that up, ok?

Still a thumb sucker, but only when you're tired. Your teeth look just like Quinny's did at her age thanks to her beloved paci. Speaking of teeth, your fangs just came in. (I don't know what they're really called? Incisors? Is that even close?) So you are a mouth full of teeth! You love to show them to me when I take your picture, although recently I seem to be annoying you so you just put your hand over your face and say "No"

No. That is most definitely your most favorite word. You are feisty and you sure as hell know exactly what you want. My favorite time with you is when you wake up, we make our way downstairs and I let the dog out and make my coffee and grab your milk. Then you climb into my lap, drink your milk and watch Disney Jr. together. You do this a lot. If we're home and just hanging out you want to be on my lap. And while it may sometimes may drive me crazy because you know.... I would love to eat... it's one of my favorite things about you. You love your mama and it makes me super happy. But at the same time you are clingy and I sometimes have to bribe you with M&M's just for you to let me go out on a run. But the "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" when I come back? Worth every clingy moment with you.

You're interest in electronics has gone from 0-100 recently. You have learned to FaceTime daddy all by yourself and embarrass him at work. Although we love him to death because he will sit there and baby talk you like no one is around. While I thought it was a fluke the first time you did it, listening to you FaceTime daddy on the couch while screaming "DADDY!!!!" is probably the cutest thing I've seen. So I definitely have to watch my phone.

You sleep like a rockstar. You are finally taking one nap a day, usually 2:00-4:30ish. Unless we are in the car and it's like freaking baby sleep magic and we have to fight to keep you awake. And by we, I mean Quinn who I tell to throw stuff at you. (And I wonder why you get annoyed with her?!) You go to bed around 8:00 and you're usually up around 7:30/8:00. Although lately it's been closer to 7:00 and we're not having that. You know by now that you will wait in your crib until 7:30 because mama simply does not function before then.

You are simply a crazy little kid. Temper tantrums are something we knew nothing about until you. Head banging, throwing, dramatically tossing yourself to the floor? Yeah. Not your finest moments but my GOD are you adorable. You're baby doll skin and blue/gray/green eyes and blonde hair make it hard to be mad at you. Especially now that you've learned to manipulate and give kisses when we're mad at you. You bring so much joy, laughter and also "wtf was that?" to our lives. I seriously cannot imagine our life without you. Because you fit in so perfectly.

We love you so much big girl. Still can't believe you're not an infant anymore, but I look so forward to you growing just like your big sister. And hoping that you will become a big sister yourself sometime soon. I feel like you are all middle child, just without actually being the middle child yet.

You are so perfect and we love every bit of you. Crazy.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

My Whole 30 fail. From a bread and cheese and sugar addict.

Leading up to Quinn's birthday party I was really thinking about what I could do to get my eating habits in order. I seriously have zero self control when it comes to food. Like zero. I was telling my girlfriends my entire life is like a Lay's potato chip. When it comes to food, I can't have just one of anything.

I knew I wanted to wait until after Quinn's party because hello? Cake. And leftover cake.

So the Monday after her party I was super pumped and ready! It really wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be because I am pretty good with my meals. Mostly Paleo, sometimes a whole grain english muffin. The hard part would be the snacking, the chocolate and pop tarts.

Day 1 and 2 were awesome. No cravings, totally on track. Day three. We were at Red Robin and I was enjoying my lettuces wrap burger and I had probably the worst headache of my life. I told Anthony I was dying and that he needed to take me to the ER because I was for sure internally brain bleeding. Ok, it was not that  serious, but I felt awful. So I Google'd "whole 30 massive headache" and apparently it was totally normal. The Whole 30 website basically said that the feelings you are feeling are directly proportionate to the amount of garbage you consumed prior to starting the Whole 30.

Well, shit. I basically did it to myself. The night before I started I seriously was so ashamed of myself. I don't think I have ever consumed as much food ever in my life.... and it was awful food. Like leftover cake and birthday food. Delicious.... but horrible.

So I crawled into bed that night praying I would wake up being able to function and with no headache.

Thankfully, it had turned into a mild headache and I felt almost totally back to normal.

So to hopefully not turn this into a book, I will say I totally didn't cheat for....

21 days.

And on day 21 we went to UNO's. And I needed nachos. I blame Anthony for all of this because hello? 21 days. And nachos turned into a full blown cheat meal. Coke, pizza and the largest peanut butter chocolate cup of my life.

I was ashamed. But satisfied. What I imagine a one night stand would feel like. But I was also shocked that I couldn't finish my pizza or the dessert. This is coming from a girl who can literally down a ridiculous amount of food. So I guess it was an improvement.

The rest of the 30 days kind of were a failure. I did pretty good, but I wasn't strict about it anymore. I finished the girl's lunches.... I ate cake a birthday party. UNO's kind of ruined it for me.

So my Whole 30 was a total failure, but I will say it was an improvement to my eating habits. I think I will try and stick to the much more doable Paleo recommended cheat meal every 4/5 days.

I will add that I probably have had the worst workout month while I was on the Whole 30. I don't know if it was me being totally lazy or a complete coincidence, but I only ran like 16 miles in July and I wasn't as committed to lifting. So I am very glad it's over, but would I do it again? Absolutely. Just not any time soon!
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