Miss Popularity

13 May

You know you don’t have a social life when your 5-year-old gets more phone calls and has more “play dates” than you do.

Just today two little girls called Nia on the phone and asked her to meet them to play.  How cute is that?  It’s so funny because sometimes I have to look at the calendar and schedule the play dates!  Today, I had to tell the one mom, “Oh sorry, Nia can’t play because she’s meeting another little girl to play.  How about tomorrow?”

I think it’s the coolest thing that other kids have a blast with Nia.  She is so fun and sweet and I can only hope she will form friendships as easily during kindergarten.

Now, if only I could make a few more friends…
 

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Bra Drawer Confessions

10 May

Yes, like the title says, this post is all about my bras.  It will not be obscene or perverted or erotic (well, not intentionally anyway).  Will it offer more information than some of you may care to know?  Well, if you don’t want to know why I feel the need to have five different sizes of bras then you probably have already read too much.

First there’s the 34B.  I remember this particular bra fondly.  It was my first sexy one.  I got it when I was in college and I had happy, young girls.  I tried this one the other day.  HA!  Very funny and very tight. So you’d think I would have tossed it, right?  Yeah, I tossed it.  Right back into the drawer.  What am I thinking?  I don’t even want to be that size anymore – not when I used to be a…

34C.  This is my proudest and biggest collection of bras.  I wore these during my last college years (I thank the pill!) and up until my first pregnancy pushed me into another size – I’ll get to those in a short paragraph.  Anyway, I still have maybe 5 of these tucked away with care.  I tried them on and it was quite pitiful.  They were also too tight around but the girls got lost in there.  The bras wanted to support something and I don’t have anything to offer them, yet I just can’t let them go.  A part of me (that part that still wants to weigh 125 or less) believes that maybe someday I’ll get to pull out the 34C’s and actually strut around in them again.  (Not that I ever really strutted in them but maybe I would if I got to wear them again.  Who knows, maybe I’d do a few flips and break it down or something.  Why not?  I think a crazy celebration would be in order.)

There’s two other C’s chillin’ in the drawer too.  The 36 and 38C’s came into my life after having the babies.  I think they were actually a little too small looking back on it.  Breast-feeding really accentuated the positive and I shouldn’t have kept them confined!  Oh yeah, as far as pregnancy and nursing bras go, they are not kept in my everyday bra drawer so I don’t count them on my “why in the world do I still have these” list. Besides, who knows what will happen – I might need those special ones again.  (Not that we are planning to need them again!)

That leads me to the present day ah-tah size.  I have no freakin’ clue.  I thought I read that breast-feeding was supposed to help keep the girls still in the ga-ga category.  HA!  What a crock. I even tried it with both babies thinking that it would improve matters.  (Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t just do it because it was supposed to be best for the boobies, but of course, also because it’s supposed to best for the babies.)  All that information aside, I am now trying to manage a 36B.  It’s not my perfect size but it works ok.  You know, until my chest mysteriously grows overnight or until I go let some lady at Victoria’s Secret size me up and then, yet again, probably add another bra size to my stash.

So, was it good for you?

 

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She’s 60?!?!?!

9 May

Does that woman look 60 to you?  She’s awesome!  And not just on the outside! She is so wonderful and fun and I hope she doesn’t want to kick my butt for telling you her age!  I just couldn’t help it because I wanted to celebrate her birthday and, to me, age really is just a number.I mean, there are no guidelines/rules to tell you how you are supposed to act when you reach a certain age.  Oh, you’re 30, that means you can’t jump on a moonwalk anymore.  (Although it did have a sign that said “No adults allowed.”)  My mom laughs at the same jokes as I do (even the really stupid/obscene ones).  She enjoys the same movies and tv shows.  Heck, she even digs the same music and sometimes her taste is more hip than mine is!

She’s my mommy and always will be no matter what our ages are. I can always turn to her and tell her anything and she’ll be there to help.  She makes me feel better just by seeing her phone number on the caller ID.  She knows immediately if there’s something wrong with me and knows how to get it out me.  Laughter is never scarce when she’s around (especially if my sister and I are together with her – then the laughs are in stereo because they’re identical).

My mom shows me what it’s like to be young at heart.  No number will ever change that.

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“Congratulations, you’re the 10th caller!”

7 May

Now, give us money so we can give you a prize.

Yep, that’s pretty much what Andrew heard after actually being “Caller Number 10” on a local radio station and answering the question correctly.

First of all, how many people can actually say they’ve been “Caller Number 10?”  It’s frustratingly hard to even get through on those contest lines let alone be the 10th one through!  (I would redial until I was almost asleep during my New Kids on the Block crazed days.  What my life could have been if only I won those backstage passes!)

So he gets through, hears that he’s the caller, answers the trivia question about Stone Mountain and then is told he needs to pay 130 bucks in order to get a three night free stay somewhere in Florida, plus we would still have to pay for our plane tickets!  HA!

He told them no and they couldn’t believe he was rejecting them.  I told him I’ll get him a t-shirt that says, “I was the 10th caller and all I got was this stupid t-shirt.  (From my wife.)”  Sure it’s not original, but it still made us laugh.
 

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Nia’s New Love

7 May

He’s 26 years old, he’s super short and wobbles when he walks.

He needs a tan and needs to learn how to handle his beer.

His fingers are incredibly long and one of them can glow.

He has a limited vocabulary, usually repeating the same words/phrases over and over again.

You know, like “E.T. phone home.”

Nia was introduced to the little alien this weekend and hasn’t been able to stop talking about him since.  She loved every minute of the movie, laughing out loud at parts (the “phone home” part really made her giggle, especially since E.T. was dressed up) and even crying toward the end saying, “I don’t want ET to die Momma.”

It may sound incredibly dramatic but the whole thing made me tear up because of how precious it all was.  I was Nia’s age when I first watched the movie and now I get to experience the feeling all over again through her eyes.  The movie captivated her heart and imagination and there is something touching in that.  She’s becoming a little sci-fi/fantasy lover and I think that’s so cool.  From Lord of the Rings to Narnia and now E.T., I’m so excited for her to discover there’s more than just Disney princesses out there!
 

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When you don’t get out much…

5 May
  • you forget your wallet at work the night of your romantic surprise date with your wife.  Andrew planned a trip to a play in Atlanta while my mom was here and it all turned out perfectly despite his driving without a license and my initial reaction to the surprise.  If I could go back in time, I would definitely not ask, “What’s this?” with a look of confusion when shown the e-tickets. And, I would absolutely not be all like, “What’s this play, *Doubt, all about? I never heard of it.”  Poor Andrew. He knows how sorry I am.  I only hope it doesn’t discourage him from any possible future surprises.  (I really appreciate and love what you did.)
  • you act like an idiot and tell anyone who listens what’s going on in your life at that very moment.  I’m pretty sure the clerk at Old Navy did not care that my mom and I were going to go see a *movie and I was going to order nachos and cheese – oh, I really hope they have nachos and cheese – I’m sure they do right? I mean, it’s an IMAX theater after all….   Yeah, I had uncool written all of my face – and probably my outfit.
  • you have to get a ride from security after the movie is over because you parked on the complete other side of the largest mall in Georgia.  Not only was it silly enough that we were being slowly chauffeured around the mall, but then some “real” action happened (a car backed into a yellow pole) and the security guard was all disappointed that he had to take my mom and I (or as he kept repeating on his walkie talkie, the “10-15”) to our car.  My mom kept hysterically giggling every time he called us the “10-15.” It was all so hilarious, especially when the guy said “I’m going try to get there as soon as I can but I still gotta find this 10-15’s vehicle!” It was at that point that my mom and I told him to go get that “41” or whatever it was and let us out to walk.  Man, I feel bad for that “41.”  He had one geeked up guard coming after him!
  • you enjoy every second of your special time.  Thanks for the wonderful memories Andrew and mommy!  I had a blast!

*If you were wondering, Andrew and I both really liked the play and the movie my mom and I saw was Made of Honor and we both enjoyed that as well!
 

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Maybe we can get in-store credit?

30 Apr

Andrew has the best line for whenever Nate starts acting crazy. He looks at Nia and says, “I think he’s broken!  Do we need to take him back to the Baby Store?”

Nia, being the sweet big sister she is, will laugh and say, “No Daddy!  You’re silly!”

It’s the same thing every time and every time it makes us all chuckle.  Well, except when Mommy tries to use the line. I said it the other night and Nia flat out told me, “No Momma!  That’s what Daddy is s’posed to say!”

I guess I need to be taken to the Get Your Own Line Store.

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Oh, Happy Day!

29 Apr

Blur of Excitement

Yep.  Nia’s face in that picture pretty much sums it all up.  Her 5th birthday bash was a blast!  There was plenty of jumping, screaming, prizes and junk food for everyone but there was also a significant amount of stressing on my part prior to all that.  The forecast of “isolated thunderstorms” really had all of the outdoor party plans up in the air.  The sun teased us throughout the afternoon but then finally came through for us as you can see!

Happy Birthday Jumping Bean

It’s actually kind of funny because in the end, I think the chance of rain helped make the party a success because we had to hurry to make sure everyone got to play the games and that kept the party from lasting forever and ever.  Although, I think that would have been just fine with Nia and her friends!

They couldn’t get enough of the fun and loot.  A few of them kept asking me, “How can I win more prizes?”  They each walked away with bags full of popcorn, candy and toys, plus cotton candy.  Andrew even let one family take a whole box of pizza home with them!  I bet you want to come to our next party right? We might have to charge admission  though!

The kids certainly weren’t the only ones who had a great time.  My mom (“Honey”) found some super cool clown gear during one of her party supply shopping sprees and we just couldn’t pass up the chance to be goofy too!

She definitely deserved to have as much fun as possible after creating Nia’s adorable and delicious cake.  She even made it two flavors and made the icing from scratch!  It was hilarious watching her ice it with the vultures, I mean kids, hovering.  Nia kept leaning over it and putting her fingers too close for comfort.  Every time Nia or Nate got near it, we would gasp.  When it was finally finished, Honey actually shed a few tears of relief and joy!

Nia’s party even had a little bit of Savannah at it.  Our good friend Paul’s arrival at the party brought huge smiles to Nia and Nate’s faces and it was so wonderful to have the Heidels celebrate all weekend long with us.  It means the world that they were here through all of it (thanks for not slapping me silly when I kept stressing about the rain) and I’m very happy that Miss Cami had a nice time.  (Minus the moonwalk though. Poor sweetie.  She just wasn’t having it.)

Soothing her sweetie's moonwalk stress

Now, it’s on to planning the next party.  I’m thinking I’d like to have it somewhere where I don’t have to worry about mother nature or decorating.  Then again, none of that stuff mattered to Nia so why should I let it worry me?  As long as Nia and Nate are happy, that’s all that’s important.

I think she had fun. What do you think?

 

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Chasing Butterflies

24 Apr

I never fully realized the power and beauty of a butterfly until recently.  When Nia and Nate see one flutter by, they gasp, squeal and giggle with excitement and then take off after it.  Sometimes I worry about how captivating the beautiful creature is to them because it seems they will follow it until they run squaw into the fence or out into oncoming traffic.

Danger aside, I just love the innocence and happiness that comes along with chasing butterflies and I’ll admit there’s even been a time or two when I’ve joined in with the kids.  How can I resist after they’ve shown me how much joy it can bring?  I think I actually get as excited as they do now when we see a butterfly.

Thanks sweeties.  I will always cherish our chases.
 

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It’s not your cooties I’m worried about…

23 Apr

Teaching Nia about germs has turned her into more than a germophobe – she’s a misunderstood germophobe.

According to Nia, a little girl she didn’t know (let’s call her Sally) called her mean.  Nia says it’s all because Sally wanted to play with Nia’s new My Little Ponies but Nia told Sally she didn’t want to let her play with them because then she would get Nia’s germs.

I mean, Nia was just looking out for Sally’s well-being right?  It wasn’t like Nia was saying, “Ew.  I don’t want you to touch my ponies because you got cooties.”

Maybe Sally’s mom/dad still have to teach her about how to be a proper and considerate germophobe.
 

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