These 5 Things

Today's post is presented by the number 5.  Here are 5 things that I totally want.  That's right, I don't need them, but I really, really want them.  

Uhm, a lamb planter is just what I need.  In fact, I'm pretty sure that I had one of these as a kid; if my mother knew that she could sell this for $28.00 on Etsy, it'd be game over for little lamby.

via: Rhett Didnt Give A Damn

Most people all people are not grasping my need to totally over due it for Arden's golden birthday- and I get that, it is an odd tradition.  For those of you who are not familiar, please, let me explain.  One's golden birthday occurs when a person turns the same age as the day of they were born.  For example, someone born 10/7/12 would have a golden birthday when they turn 7.  I have decided to make it pirate themed since all good pirates are in search of gold, alah a golden birthday in the truest sense.  This is something that I'm going to need to buy  in order to make Arden's special day extra special.

via: Target

If you don't know who Super Mario is and why this is incredibly amazeballs, it's a real shame and you probably need to educate yourself- right. now. Seriously, go do it.

via: ink affliction

Because what girls' moto isn't: I Don't Drink Cheap Wine- except for in college, when all girls drink cheap wine and mostly from a box.  (Woah, true story- just learned that it's packaged in a box to leave less of a carbon footprint.  And here, I thought it was because binge drinkers were less likely to shatter cardboard boxes than they are glass wine bottles.  Who knew?!)

via: CVS

I want an iPhone.  4, 4s, 5, it doesn't f'ing matter.  I'll take what I can get- that is, when my current phone upgrade is available.  Boo!

via: Digital Trends

**Actually, I liked this post and concept so much that I'm creating a new series of posts called "These (however many) Things," which will be filled with delightful finds from the interweb and I why I love them so much.**

Attention

In the interest of keeping things lively all up in this joint, the month of April will be brought to you by numbers, Sesame Street style.  Meaning, that the numbers may be arbitrary- but they may not and that they may have relevance to the day- but they may not.  Please stay tuned for more to come!

via: vintage me oh my

Bubbles

I don't know quite how it happened, but sometime between first steps and running, Cullen has affectionately become known to me and Jim as Bubbles.  It's probably because we originally called him Wubbles, which I annoyingly turned into Wubbles Bubbles and then dropped the Wubbles.  Or maybe it's because he is my Bubbles.  My absolute favorite picture from my wedding day isn't even of me, it's of one of my best friends blowing bubbles while waiting for us to leave the church; just got a major rush of feeling like this nickname may have been more perfect than I ever thought.

As kids, we all delighted in bubbles; I swear I can hear my little one's happy screeches in pictures where they are chasing after bubbles. And it's that feeling of unequivocal joy that bubbles bring that Cullen- our Bubbles, has brought to us.  He's my little Bubbles, spreading joy and happiness wherever he tumbles.

Consistency

Surprisingly enough, this delicious looking lunch is on my overall wellness plan.  

So far, I've been stepping it up with the walks and have stopped eating line a linebacker.  

I've been documenting it via pictures, hopefully I will be able to see some results soon!
Posting this gives me motivation and accountability, so thanks for reading!

I'm Not Even Going to Argue

I know for a fact that I'm not the only parent that struggles to get their kids up, dressed and off to school (yes, we call daycare, school); however, I'm just wondering when everyone else's struggles began.  Did they start at 2 years old?

Almost every morning when I go into wake Cullen up, before his even opens his eyes, he screams, "No!"  And I say, "no, what?"  He says, "no, I don't want to go to school!"  I then diplomatically tell him, "you don't have a choice, you're going."  But, what I really want to say is, "listen, dude.  This is the best you're ever going to have it.  You go to school, hang out with cool little kids all day long, have no homework, splash in puddles, get waffles and cheerios for breakfast and take not one, but two naps a day.  I would kill to have your life!"


Once we're downstairs, it turns into a battle of wills, with me almost always giving in, unless it's extreme.  And what exactly does that mean?  Well, it means that pretty much every day, Cullen brings in everything but the kitchen sink to school.  Some days, I try to play it off like he's bringing in stuff for show-n-tell and that we've taken some liberties with the "letter" of the week.  For example, this week is D, so he brought in a truck, which happened to be of the "dump" style.  Wha-lah, a dump truck for the letter D.  Other weeks, even I don't believe my own smoke.  All last week for letter C, he brought in a pan.  (Think about it...)  A pan is a circle, circle begins with C and bada bing: we're in show-n-tell business.  And still there are times, I just tell the teachers, "sorry, this is the only way I can get him in here."  They just shrug and say, "that's fine."

So, this morning, when he decided that he wanted to take in his new cement mixer and his pan, while wearing his "bunny ears," I decided that I wasn't even going to argue.  "That's fine." I said.  "Just sit over here so I can get a picture, ok?"  And that's "how we do" in our household; documenting all the nonsense, so years from now right now, we can all have a good laugh at one another's quirkiness.

A New Spin

Here's a new spin on a series of posts called, Texting with Megan.  This time, it's Emailing with Megan.  Her and I were discussing a potential educational stop on an otherwise fun, leisure filled trip, here's how that went:

My email: We must go see the totally lifelike Founding Fathers.
Her response:  That's great!  A little education in the mix is a must!! Jk! That's boring! I'll stay back in the room and watch Maury. 

Not So Much

Sometimes, I can get the boys to take great pictures... other times, not so much.  

I hope you enjoy this not-so-much series that we took while on vacation.