I’ll admit that at times i may go a little overboard on some things. But I have my weaknesses like everybody else. The difference is that my weaknesses aren’t shopping for myself, or getting the latest and greatest car. Instead, my weaknesses are kids costumes, anything miniature (and in bulk is a bonus), and dining/serving pieces. Sometimes Micah rolls his eyes, but I know he loves that I love them. In fact, prior to a dinner party I threw last night, he said to me, “Babe, you really do have cool stuff.” And I would totally agree. My two latest purchases…..
I saw this little menu holder at Mckee & Co. just before my birthday last year. Unfortunately, our France trip covered our gifts to each other. So instead of hinting around it to Micah, I purchased it, had them wrap it, and opened it by my lonesome on my big day.
I couldn’t be happier with my purchase. And quite honestly, when I heard the ladies ooh and aah over it in the next room, I was thrilled.
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The purchase before my menu holder was while we were in France. Poor Micah was outside with two rambunctious kids. I told him I HAD to run into the french restaurant supply store we happened upon. He was so nice, and I zipped through that place WAY TOO QUICKLY. But while zipping, I saw the most darling ramekins. I knew I HAD to have them. Unfortunately, they only took cash, and I was limited. But I bought all I could with the amount I had on me. (Micah had more, but I thought I may be pushing my luck if I asked.) This was the first time I have brought them out, and I chose to fill them with vanilla ice cream to accompany the desserts.
I die over the heart handles, and the word “France” that is stamped into them. I also die over how they frosted up as they held the cold ice cream.
Don’t worry — they oohed and aahed over these too. Luckily I still had the receipt, and one of the lady’s husbands is a regular to France, because I am hoping to complete my collection. I have 8, and am hoping for 12. I actually could have bought the 12 at the time, but I couldn’t pass up the extra large one of these that will be perfect for a Thanksgiving side dish.
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My name is Lindsey, and I am a “if I see it and can’t think of my dinner parties without it”aholic.
You know the sound of tires screeching as a car brakes to avoid danger…that is the imaginary sound I get in my head when I think of the sharpest of sharp corners my little Siss turned a few days back. All of a sudden — literally out of the blue, my little girl has started trying to be nice. I thought I was doomed with stubborn central for the rest of my life, but I just kept at it. No matter what, I insisted on “please”, “thank you”, and “sorry”. We have had some major stand offs. We have had tears (on both parts). But over the last couple of days, Sweet Thing has decided to be quite the charmer. (Probably taking notes from Scout.) I am not going to try and dissect this or even try and understand it…I am just going to sit back and enjoy. (I wrote relax, but backspaced on that one since “being good” doesn’t mean the same thing as slowing down.)
Here she is with a mess of Spanish peanuts on Nonnie’s bed (thanks to Bella). And this is when the blanket was still protecting Nonnie’s sheets!
How sweet and pure is this little face. His black eye is totally improving, but not quite fast enough — I was scheduled to get family pics this week. Oh well! He is the best boy. He is ALWAYS happy, always saying, “Sure Mommy” and “Thanks Mom for letting me do this” and other things of the sort. Just yesterday at church, I asked him to be reverent because he is going into primary soon, and he is big enough to sit quietly. (I thought this was a long shot since it has never happened this far.) But to my delight, he was about 90% good. He sat quietly, played quietly, tried to listen and tried to keep his eyes closed for the prayers. So sweet. He even went further to let me know each time Icka wasn’t acting appropriately by whispering a little too loudly, “Icka…that’s NOT how we act!” (That is where the 10% came in — but it was all well-intentioned.) And then when Sacrament Meeting was over, he folded his arms and ran as fast as he could to nursery. He literally is SO sweet. Micah must say it to me at least twice a day.
After we got home from church and after I got Sissy down, I came down to see Scout with a big huge toasted cheese sandwich. I said, “Whoa Scout…where did you get that?” To which he replied, “From my very best friend.” I looked over to catch Nonnie grinning from ear to ear.
So sweet!
Scout loves his black eye.
Probably because the second he started to get it, every single person was telling him how cool he looked.
It started out puffy with just a touch of color. We told him it just looked like he had a little bit of eye shadow on.
Then the next morning, the real deep purple started to set in.
It still looks like eye shadow — but it’s a little heavy-handed at this point.
(I caught my mom on the phone saying, “you should see it….it is the most beautiful black eye I have ever seen in my entire life.” But quite honestly, I think anything about Scout is “beautiful” to my mom.)
When we realized what a beautiful black eye it was, I got his boxer outfit out and matched the outfit to the eye.
Here is an actual boxing session — and although he looked pretty beat up — Scout was the champ!
Later, we headed to Fashion Island.
You should have seen the stares the little boxer got while walking around there!
The best part was that he thought he was so cool!
I caught him with the camera on day three right after he woke up.
He was so excited that his eye was turning yellow.
It is his favorite color you know!
How trashed does he look!
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I love this boy — black eye and all.
I especially love that this boy has not complained even once about his ailment.
Talk about a good track record so far.
I love my little girl with a passion.
Every little part of her.
But when she ran down with an angel’s halo on, even I had to raise my eyebrows.
My mom was hysterically laughing.
Tristen wrote a little message on her.
And when I asked Micah what he thought, he said, “I was in the other room and she ran in with the halo on. When I looked at it, I started laughing and said, ‘YEAH RIGHT!’”
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Poor girl — can’t catch a break!
H-A-P-P-Y
B-I-R-T-H-D-A-Y
dear
old
mama……..
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In honor of her big day, we got the locals around the dinner table and followed it up with the envelope game (seen above) and presents.
Look at Dadio just loving the game!
Here I am with my onion goggles on. People laugh, but my eyes haven’t cried yet with them on! (They may laugh because I didn’t take them off all night.)
Dinner was a taco bar that yours truly put together that included pork tacos, cilantro sauce, chipotle sauce, homemade salsa, more fixins and Martinellis.
I had a berry cobbler on the menu, but before I got home from church, my mom was already in the kitchen whipping up her famous cinnamon rolls. I told her to stop because it was her birthday, but she said, “No…I want to surprise everyone else on my birthday.” That’s just like her — selfless and SUPER COOL!
We had the best time like we always do. I gave her a present that will be hard to beat (for her Christmas present)– I mean, look at that surprised and pleased face. I gave her my wedding album that I finally ordered and received after 5 1/2 years of being married. My bad. Her response, “You mean to tell me that my $3000 didn’t go to waste after all!” No you sweet little thing — it didn’t!
No wonder she was so happy — I looked GOOD!
Look at Ickity Dickity in the background. Apparently she didn’t know how good I looked.
Amidst all of the commotion and fun, there was one slight hiccup.
While all of the cousins were rolling down the stairs in the big red ball, Scout had a tumble out of the hole that sent him face first into the Travertine floor. It was a serious fall that busted up his eye, cut up his mouth and bruised up his forehead. He cried for a bit, but soon after became very mellow and just wanted me to hold him.
Throughout the evening his eye was getting darker and darker.
He finally feel asleep about thirty minutes after the ordeal, but because we were afraid he might have a concussion, I had to wake him up about every five minutes. I explained why I would have to do that, and every time I would stir him awake, he was so sweet and would say, “I’m alright mom…I’m okay, I’m okay.” Could you love a boy any more?
After some sleep and then a meal of only soft food (let’s be honest — his staples of tofu and quesadillas are always soft), he was up and ready to party. Apparently there is no stopping this boy. And I really knew that was true when he saw the big red ball the next day, and didn’t think twice before jumping right back in.
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Happy Birthday Mom.
I always love when people write things like “I have the best mom” or “my mom is perfect”, because I silently say to myself — you guys are a bunch of idiots, you guys don’t know anything ….come meet Fat Pat if you really want a taste of perfect!
Did your mom surprise everyone on her birthday with cinnamon rolls?
Probably not.
And if she did — they were probably disgusting!
Briznit invited us down to the doublewide for low tide. When it gets really low, there is a big flat area that the kids can play on, and further out there is a sand bar to put the chairs. The kids were loving it, and we are scheduled to be there every low tide from this day forth.
There was a little sand slinging going on.
Sissy was helping Daddy make a sand castle on the boogie board.
Sis was having the best time just frolicking.
But the clouds came in to cover us up, and she got cold — which allowed me to cuddle with her for about ten minutes straight!
As we cuddled, Jason was getting sucked by an alien ship in the background.
(Or he was trying to catch a football.)
Scout was having fun, but he has always been my cautious boy. (I take it as him being brilliant!) He stuck to the shore for the first little bit. But after observing the situation for a while, he headed out to the fun and games.
The end result was popsicles in the bath tub.
Can’t beat that for a day of fun.
(Especially when the boys were glued to football while the girls got to chat, cook and have fun.)
Ickity Dickity Dock has an obsession.
I’m all for my kids being passionate about things, but I can not support this.
Her latest obsession…her latest craze…(to be honest) her latest annoying habit is “MINE”!
In the words of Icka:
“Mine!”
“My Mommy!”
“My DayDay (blanket)!”
“My seat!”
(As she pushes anyone off of her seat — or at least one she wants at the moment)
“My Nonnie/B/Gout!”
“My toy!”
“My bed!”
The coolest thing about this list is that you can just stick “my” and then “______,” and it has probably come out of sweet thing’s mouth.
This was moments after she politely explained that these were:
“MY SUNGLASSES!”
This girl is “that girl”. I went to pick her up today from the bus stop, and look at her get up. Not one detail was overlooked. Not one accessory was too much or too little. She has got the touch. She must have gotten it from Tristen. But then again, Tristen got it from me. (How was that done, you ask? Tristen would rifle through my dirty clothes every day while I was in high school and she was in middle school, and wear my exact outfit the next day. Talk about “hands on” learning.) So in the end, it looks like Skilly got her style from me.
You’re welcome.
No matter where, our little squirt Icka is giving away kisses.
This day — Scout was the lucky one getting those sweet kisses.
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