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Five Current Things About My Son

Thanks for all of your comments last week during the birth story. Twenty years from now, when Jansen is in college and I’m at home missing him, I’ll reread these posts and your comments and probably cry myself to sleep. I thoroughly enjoyed writing it and while I’m shocked that it’s so long, I’m thankful that I didn’t leave out any details.

So now that you know what Jansen was up to about 6 months ago, I’ll let you know what he’s up to these days.

Jansen will be six months on Wednesday. I didn’t really think that sounded too old but then I realized that we are halfway to a year. He’ll be half a year old! Time flies and it’s kind of making me angry.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a tooth! Jansen has been doing this thing where he sucks on his lower lip all the time. Y’all told me a couple weeks ago that he could be teething. I thought that maybe it was a possibility but I was waiting for “the signs.” You know, all those things that the experts say to look for. Pink cheeks, low fever, buckets of drool, out of control crying… all that. Well, we had none. We had an occasional bout of fussiness but he’s a baby, I didn’t think it was abnormal. Last Wednesday I thought I felt something on his bottom gum while he was frantically chewing on my finger. But I shrugged it off and thought it might be a little cut or something since he chews on EVERYTHING. But that bump never went away and now it is a tooth! A teeny tiny white sliver through his little gum and it is razor sharp!

We started solids last week! I thought we’d skip rice cereal because there is no real benefit to giving it to your child. I figured we’d go straight to pureed food. But in a weak moment at Kroger, I bought some rice cereal and tried it with Jansen that same night. The first night was not great. The first bite was the hilarious face pucker… like we were feeding him poop or something. The second bite was better. He’s so used to eating through a bottle so he was sucking on the spoon instead of just swiping the food off. But he liked it so much that he was shaking his arms in excitement and lunging toward the bowl. It was pretty hilarious. Hopefully Stephen will help me upload the video from the Flip so I can show you the cuteness.

I spent Friday evening making baby food. Sweet potatoes, carrots, parsnips, and apples. (Yes, I plan to make the majority of Jansen’s baby food.) We tried sweet potatoes thinned with breastmilk on Saturday and he wasn’t a fan. He kept opening his mouth and eating it but his face showed that he wasn’t a fan.

We tried it again yesterday without thinning it when Jansen was having a bit of a hissy fit and we had no idea what else to do but shove food in his mouth. He loved it. Whoo hoo!

Jansen went to his first Mardi Gras this weekend. He’s so hip.

(ToT will be posted shortly.)

February 28, 2011 at 9:37 am 12 comments

If I Didn’t Have A Blog, I’d Start One

I never realized that totally random things happened to me until I started a blog and opened my eyes. Now I notice weird and hilarious things all the time. Usually there are one or two odd things that happen per week, but Saturday… wow. It was the mother of all random days.

My family went to Dickens on the Strand. It’s a festival in Galveston where people dress up as characters from Dickens’ books. There are singers, jugglers, parades, etc. I was pretty excited about it– mostly because I got to spend the day with my family, but also because carnival food speaks to me on a different level. We got there a bit after noon and did some hardcore people watching. I wish I could show you a picture of this woman who had the most giant cha-chas I have ever seen but it was really hard to get a good photo without being obvious. Although I don’t know why I should care… if you put your jugs on display, you can’t be shocked when people look. Just imagine a “hefty” woman with giant jello molds spilling out of her dress.

I really don’t know why I’m telling you this.

Anyways, we were standing in the middle of the road eating our respective fried foods and drinking our respective high calorie beverages when all of a sudden a man starts singing. He was about 4 feet away and it scared the poo out of me. The man was dressed up and had a great voice. But since 1) many people were dressed up and 2) we were in the middle of the road, I had no reason to believe that this was anything but a random man singing.

Some family friends joined us for the day and a few lines into the song, our friend started singing along. Little did we know, he was joining in a flash mob. The second verse started and another person joined in. A few lines later, more joined. And on and on. Until about 12 people were singing and we were smack dab in the middle of it.

It was seriously one of the strangest things I have ever been part of. I just kept looking around and thinking, “Did that really just happen?”

It did. It really did. Then it got weirder.

I’m really not a fan of birds. Something about them really freaks me out so I really try to stay away from all things bird related. However, there was this bird show that Stephen wanted to see so I went with him. It was in the street, right in the middle of all the activity. They showed us several birds, and I can’t remember much about them because I don’t really care all that much. I do remember that the owls were really pretty and were completely silent when they flew.

They also brought out a vulture and it was disgusting and it walked right next to me.

Then out came the falcon. It was the closing act. It was big and beautiful and it didn’t really scare me. They made him fly from one perch to another to show us how pretty he was. Then they were going to show us this trick where they swing a leather bird around on a long string and the bird wiould be flying high in the air and would dive bomb the bird. So picture this: The bird is flying in the air (as opposed to the water?) and he lands on the shops. Then he soars a bit more and lands on another building. He flys around going high and low, coming close and going far. He doesn’t seem to be interested in the leather bird.

I had a bit of anxiety because this bird was literally on its own. There was no reason he couldn’t just fly away, never to be seen again. He kept going further and further. He’d come back a bit, then go even further. It was like one step forward and two steps back, only he was using wings and his two steps were more like 17. This bird went far.

But we’d survived three other birds so I tried to relax. Surely he was going to come back. (Don’t call me Shirley.)

HE DIDN’T, Y’ALL! He left. He flew away. The bird flew away. The trainers did a really good job at not freaking out but you could tell they were uneasy. One trainer took off. The other one remained calm and closed the show. “Well, I’m going to go try to find my bird…” We were shocked. SHOCKED! I couldn’t believe that was happening. I mean, I know it’s a risk that comes with the profession but, man, I felt bad for those guys. I can’t even begin to think about how much time and money went into training that bird. (“Obviously not enough,” said our friend.)

Several hours later we went by the tent to see if the bird had returned. I would have been shocked if it did. We were in the middle of the street in a random city, it’s not like the bird was familiar with the area. Sure enough, it hadn’t been found.

Cah-razy. It was a crazy day. We’d been trapped in the middle of a flash mob, we had witnessed a bird-gone-rogue, and then this:

December 8, 2010 at 9:16 am 11 comments

Pregnant Pause – Week 34

Welcome to week 34, only 6 weeks left. Here’s an update…

Falling asleep is hard, staying asleep isn’t as hard. Once I can get comfortable and fall asleep, I usually stay that way until my bladder almost explodes. So most nights I only get up about twice and I usually don’t have much of an issue falling asleep. (But just a reminder that this is only true the past 4 nights… so it may not be my new norm, I  must be blessed with a stroke of luck.) Last night I slept in the recliner again. Besides the hour or so it took me to fall asleep, it was great. Stephen slept on the couch in the living room so I wouldn’t be alone. He told me this morning that he won’t be doing that again. I’ll be all alone… left to fend for myself if the creepies find their way inside.

Friday and Saturday night I was in Galveston. I didn’t mention that to you last week. Every year, several of my college friends try to get together for a weekend. Thankfully, my parents bought this rockin’ beach house that can fit all of us. We had 11 on Friday night and due to schedules and other circumstances, we had 6 Saturday night. We had a fantastic time!

I tell you this so I can tell you two pregnancy related things: First, I didn’t sleep on the recliner over the weekend, I slept on a bed and only used 3 pillows. It was not the best sleep but it was better than I expected. I think that’s because I was so exhausted. Second, on Saturday they threw Stephen and me a mini baby shower!

One of our friends made a fancy cake and traveled EIGHT hours with it! There were gifts and games! We played two games that I’d never played before. In the first game, there were 8 brown paper bags stapled shut. We had to pass them around and guess what was inside. Stephen and I tied with another couple but since we’re having the baby, we got the prize. Fun how that works out, huh? The second game was the type of game you only play when you invite dudes to the shower.

Chugging beer from a baby bottle… through the nipple. There were only two participants (one, of course being my husband) due to only three bottles and a lost nipple that we later realized was in paper bag #7. Stephen ended up throwing in the towel halfway through because it was a S-L-O-W process and it froze his tongue.

You can kind of see my belly in this photo. We got some great stuff, including a Rex dinosaur from Toy Story 3 that makes the most obnoxious “raur” in existence. In case there was any question, Stephen registered for that.

In other pregnancy news, my feet hurt. Not like, “oh they are swollen and I’m tired and blah blah blah.” No, the pads of my feet hurt like they are bruised. I literally cannot walk if I’m not wearing shoes or else I feel like someone is beating the bottoms of my feet. It started several weeks ago with random foot tingles, specifically in the middle of the night. Slowly those tingles started to hurt. Now it’s brutal. I’m going to chat with my doctor on Thursday about it but after consulting The Google, I decided it’s Metatarsalgia… which basically just means pain in the metatarsal area. Most websites just say that I should wear shoes with good arch support. I’ve basically been living in my Croc flip flops because they feel like air. They seem to do the trick. Does anyone have any experience with this?

That’s about all I’ve got for you this week. Here’s my belly shot!

What do you think? Huge? Not so huge? Sometimes I feel massive, like when all of my shirts are too short. But other times I don’t feel very big at all.

I’ll add this picture to Bumptastic so you can compare the weeks. Also, I’ll get ToT posted once I come up with ten questions. I actually got a good recommendation for a fun ToT on Twitter but I think we’ll wait until next week to do that one. Happy Monday, have a good week!

August 9, 2010 at 9:07 am 14 comments


Today, July 28,2010, is my third anniversary. Three years ago, Stephen and I stood before 230 of our closest friends and family and made a commitment to each other. It was a wonderful day, a wonderful wedding, a wonderful man.

Since then there have been a lot of changes. Good changes. Growth.

They say that the first year of marriage is the hardest. For us, that was true. I was in a job that I hated and Stephen wasn’t in a job at all. We bought a house and moved. Several things combined to make it a rough year. But we survived and came out on the other side with a better relationship.

The rest has been smooth sailing. We’ve gotten the hang of marriage and couldn’t be happier. My husband is kind, thoughtful, and downright hilarious. He keeps me on my toes. Every day I love him more. I have a feeling that I’m just figuring out what that even means. When I got pregnant, I had this new surge of love for Stephen. Everytime I see my bump, I love him more. Everytime he puts his hand on my belly or kisses my bump good night, I fall more in love with him. I cannot even imagine how it’s going to be when Jansen is on the outside of my womb! There is absolutely nothing more attractive than your husband growing into a stronger man. (That’s probably why I’ve read on several blogs lately that y’all are very attracted to your man when you see him mowing the lawn. Something about a manly man that makes us melt… Am I right?)

So today we celebrate my husband. Because without him, there would be no wonderful marriage. There is not a doubt in my mind that God picked this crazy man just for me. He is the only one in the world who knows how to pop my toes, or knows the exact spot on my forehead to kiss when I have a headache. And we all know those are the important things in life!

We celebrated our anniversary over the weekend. We took our annual anniversary trip to my parents’ beach house and did nothing but eat, relax, and beach. Pretty much exactly like last year, only without the booze. Oh and if I might remind you… last year I showed you proof of my massive food baby after our big anniversary dinner…

Impressive, no? Well I outdid myself this year. Want to talk about growth??

Thankfully that’s more baby than it is food!

To my husband: I loves you. I love you like a friend, I love you like a spouse, I love your smile and your laugh and the way you accidentally tell jokes when you aren’t meaning to. I love the way you open the car door for me, as well as any other woman who may be with us. I love your milky brown eyes and the scar under your nose. I love the way you eat your meals in sections and the way your hold your fork and knife. It’s all the little things tied up with all the big things that make me love you in so many ways. I LOVES YOU!

(My second anniversary post.)

July 28, 2010 at 8:58 am 22 comments

Life As We Know It

It’s quite shocking how different my life is right now. Things that were foreign to me are now normal, and vice versa. Gone are the days of cooking dinner with recipes. Now it’s all about what’s quick and easy. A chicken breast here, pasta there, maybe just a sandwich for dinner. Gone are the days of pretty toenails (unless my mom paints them for me). Gone are the days of talking about anything non-baby related.

It’s so different. I view my life in weeks, with an ending in mid-September. “Well I’ll be 39 weeks at that point so I can’t commit to it.” Or “Oh well I’ll have a baby at that point so… uh… we’ll figure it out then. I can’t think that far ahead.” Literally the ONLY thing on my calendar between September 19 and the end of the year is a lunch date with my blog friend Molly. That’s it. That’s all I can commit to.

But I’m not the type of person that likes to sit around. Sure, I like to be lazy… but only if it’s planned. In the same way, I can be spontaneous… if it’s on the calendar. So on Saturday morning while Stephen slept in until 11:00, I got up at 9:30. (I still think that is sleeping in. 9:30 is pretty darn good for a preggo!) I had two cups of (decaf) coffee, read the grocery store ads, and made breakfast for the two of us. Then I sorted baby clothes until my sister was ready for out Ikea trip. Stephen and I had plans to go to the movies that evening so I didn’t want to make our Ikea trip too late.

When I finally got home, I collapsed on the couch. I was exhausted. “Movie tomorrow instead?” he asked. I realized that even the thought of walking to the car and then walking into the theater was too much work. I couldn’t do it. I was dead… and somehow Stephen knew it before I did. I think that’s what good husbands are for. They are there to clue you in when you’ve hit your limit. It’s not uncommon for him to say, “Sit down. You’ve put away groceries and changed the laundry. You need to sit for a bit.” So when he told me I was tired on Saturday, I knew he was right.

So I took the remote, whipped up a batch of chocolate chip cookies, and watched Julie & Julia.

Such is my life now. Bursts of activity, followed by rest. It’s the only way to get anything done and feel accomplished, yet stay healthy. It’s not uncommon for me to get dizzy or lightheaded when I’ve been moving around too much. That’s scary stuff.

This weekend Stephen and I are celebrating our anniversary at my parents’ house in Galveston. The beach is the one place where my husband has barrels of energy. He turns into a 10 year old and swims for hours. HOURS. But even sitting in the heat is work for me. We’ll bring an umbrella and I’ll try to keep covered to stay cool but I still can’t see myself spending the entire day out there. says we may have some scattered thunderstorms. If that’s the case, what are your recommendations? Any good movies that are on RedBox? Any activities that involve being really lazy? Because currently my plans are as follows: Wake up, make breakfast, eat breakfast, nap, get dressed for the beach, sit down and relax, walk to the beach, read at the beach, come home, sit down, shower, sit down, get dressed, sit down, go to dinner. The end. Oh and I’ll pee approximately 87 times throughout those plans.

Romantic, huh? For the sake of my husband and my marriage, we need to come up with something exciting to do.

Something that will make him fall in love with me all over again so that when we get home he won’t hate me so much when I tell him what all I need him to do.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve just typed up 700 words and I’m tired. I need a quick rest.

July 21, 2010 at 8:59 am 9 comments

Not Quite The Same

I assume you’ve picked up on the fact that we’re a beach family by now. We love the beach. We love cruises to pretty beaches, we love 40 minute drives to not-so-pretty beaches, we love all beaches.

A couple weeks ago we had a family reunion in South Padre. For you non-Texans, that’s an island in south Texas with some pretty nice beaches. It’s not quite as nice as a Florida beach but it’s pretty good. The sand is almost white, the water is almost clear. With the exception of some occasional seaweed overload, there isn’t much to complain about. Padre is the beach of my childhood. My mom’s side of the family always has their family reunions there so we’d go every 2 years growing up. I can recognize the smell of the island as soon as we cross the bridge and I love it.

But last year my parents bought a house in Galveston so we’ve now been frequenting that island. It’s a bit different than Padre. The sand is even less white and the water is even less clear. The smell is not something you’d want to bottle and turn into a Yankee Candle. But for us, it’s perfect. It’s about 40 minutes from our door to the door of Bella Rose so it doesn’t take a bunch of packing and planning and vacation time to hop over for the day or weekend.

The city is charming and I never realized it until last summer. I grew up around here but I’ve been the type to turn my nose up at the island, thinking it was nothing special and I could go to Florida or south Texas for a nicer beach anytime. Well now I’m an adult and I don’t have my parents or a summer vacation to whisk me away to Mexico for a week. I appreciate the simplicity of the city. I love the history and the architecture and the houses with character. If there was someone around here to clean my house and take care of my to-do list, I’d spend every weekend down there.

We spent last weekend down there. We had a three-day weekend because of the 4th so my parents invited us to the house. We went Saturday morning and stayed until Monday evening. Despite all of the awful weather forecasts we’d been hearing, I was anxious to get out there. Saturday was spent indoors. We lounged. I read and went to Big Lots with my mom and sister. Stephen hung around and helped my dad and uncle work on some home improvement projects. That evening we all took a walk on the beach while Jansen pounded on my bladder with every step. It was a nice walk since Alex had brought in some cooler weather along with the rain. We walked several thousand miles before I had to pull the pregnant card and request that we turn around so that I could get back to the house for a potty break.

Sunday was the 4th. I slept in a bit while the rest of the family (minus my mom) got up and headed back to the mainland for church. I’m an awful wife and chose to stay in bed instead of going to see my husband sing in the praise band for the first week ever. They all headed back for 4th activities and several of my parents’ friends came along as well.

We gorged ourselves on typical 4th food and then headed to the beach to relax on some chairs. As nighttime approached, we made our way a bit closer to where the fireworks were going to be. My dad insisted that the view from a closer “groin” would be far superior to what we had on the sand. We went along with him even though I knew this would mean deep trouble for me and my bladder by the end of the show. (For the record, I had zero accidents over the weekend. Well actually for the record, I’ve had zero accidents ever. Just, you know, so we’re clear.)

The show was amazing. Here’s just a glimpse of what we were looking at.

That’s Stephen there on the left and my dad on the right. They were the unlucky ones who didn’t get chairs. The rest of us were on some solid pavement right behind them. I’m no photographer so you can’t get a real picture of how gorgeous it all was but just take a look at the water. The reflection was awesome. I can’t wait until next year!

Monday we spent the majority of the day at the beach. I was careful this time so I didn’t hurt my back even more. I went in the water a few times to jump over waves and pee, and then spent the rest of my time under an umbrella finishing the worst book in the world.

It was a fantastic weekend. I often get disappointed that I didn’t ever appreciate Galveston for what it was. Not all beaches can be gorgeous and clean and perfect. And that’s okay. For our needs, Galveston does the job. And she does it well. If it weren’t for the island, we would have spent the weekend at home doing far less fun things. We wouldn’t have had a crock pot full of baked beans or a pan of Oreo truffles. We wouldn’t have been at the same party with the world’s best guacamole maker. We wouldn’t have gotten to watch Mendy stand among a crowd of hundred of beachgoers and play with her bubbles.

And I probably wouldn’t have labored over my flag cake. What flag cake? The one that’s been making its way around the blogosphere, that always looks so much better when other people make it. Well I made it. I made the cakes, cut the layers with a long knife (note to self: get a cake leveler!), iced, and assembled. When the big reveal came, there were many oohs and ahhs. Many pictures taken.

Nobody even cared that the red was pink or that the blue was baby blue. Or that I can’t cut straight pieces.

Nobody cared that I used chocolate icing on the outside instead of white, which caused it to be a little less pretty but a little more delicious. Nobody cared about all that. They just thought it was a fun cake. And to be honest, I was quite proud of it. I knew I’d want to show if off to all of my blog friends so you could be proud of me too.

But then Saturday night as we were finishing our first slice of cake and singing its praises, I got a text message from a blog friend. (A semi-real-life-friend-but-not-really-because-we’ve-never-met friend. It’s a long story.) Her son’s birthday is on the 4th of July so she snapped a picture of his birthday cake.

Her text said, “Luke’s 2nd birthday cake!” I thought it was cute. I showed my mom. She thought it was cute. I told her that it was cute and then sent her a picture of my cake. Her response, “Thanks! It was a pain to cut out all the pieces for the eyes.” HOLD THE PHONE. My jaw dropped. “Wait a second. You MADE that?” Yes, she did. She made an exact replica of Spongebob Square Pants for her 2 year old son’s birthday party and I can’t even figure out how to properly cut a circular cake in half? Oh the shame.

Granted she’s an artist and has more talent in her sweat than I do in my entire body, but still! I chose not to feel bad about my pink, baby blue, and white cake. The cake full of crumbs that leaned a little bit when you look from one direction. Why? Because while it may not be the same, it worked for us. It provided us with some amusement and delicious dessert. She may be the Florida beach, but I’m Galveston. And sometimes you need a little Galveston in your life.

July 8, 2010 at 9:21 am 11 comments

Pregnant Pause – Week 22

Happy Monday to you all. I’m on the brink of falling asleep this morning. I fear that if I fall asleep, I may not wake up for a few days! This weekend was our annual girl’s weekend at the beach. My three best girls and I went to Galveston and talked all day and night. I’m really not exaggerating either. I’ll tell you more about the trip later in the week.

Yesterday marked the beginning of my 22nd week. According to The Bump, Jansen is the size of a banana. (Obviously he’s much bigger around than a banana, that’s just his approximate length.)

I thought today would be a good day to post all of my bump pictures. It’s pretty shocking.

Week 10

Week 11

Week 12

Week 13

Week 14

Week 15

Week 16

Week 17

Week 18

Week 19

Week 20

Week 21

Week 22 (TODAY)

I see a HUGE difference from last week to this week. Sometimes I’m scared of how much bigger I’m going to get! It makes me very thankful that God gives us 9 months to grow a baby instead of one or two. We all know that God has the capability to grow a baby in far less than 9 months, but obviously He knows that we can’t handle it. Physically or emotionally!

I need to start thinking about nursery furniture and decorations. My amazing husband was extremely productive over the weekend and it’s given me a burst of nesting energy. He moved the bed out of Jansen’s room… which has now showed us that we need to get our carpet cleaned. We got it cleaned last year after Rookie had an accident (to put it politely) on the carpet. Like an idiot, I told them they didn’t need to move the furniture. I honestly didn’t think it was dirty under there. I was wrong. So it looks like we’ll be inviting our dear friend Mr. Stanley over to steam our carpet again!

That’s all I’ve got for you this sleepy Monday morning. I hope everyone had as amazing of a weekend as I did. (I’m sure you didn’t.) I’ll post the Ten on Tuesday questions in a bit. If I don’t fall asleep on my keyboard first…

May 17, 2010 at 9:07 am 18 comments

Good Family Fun

I’ve mentioned one or twenty times before that my parents have a vacation house in Galveston. (For future reference, they’ve named the house Bella Rose.) Since we live a mere 40 minutes from Galveston we are able to use this house more often than if their house were on another island. They bought the house early last summer (post-Ike) and up until last weekend, we’d never been as a family.

Many of you probably don’t know this but there is a mini Mardi Gras in Galveston. I’ve never been to the real Mardi Gras so I can’t compare. I’m sure it’s probably similar, but smaller… maybe like if you stuck New Orleans in front of the huge gun thing on Honey I Shrunk the Kids. There are parades and parties in the street. After 25 years of living in south Texas, I finally made it to Mardi Gras.

Stephen and I headed to Bella on Friday night after a nice dinner at a local Mediterranean restaurant. We arrived full of humus and souvlaki and unloaded the car. On Saturday evening we were going to celebrate my SIL’s birthday so I got started making these cupcakes that PW posted a week or so ago. It was my first time to make cupcakes that involved the stove. It was also my first time to use a particular pot from the cabinet at that house. Does anyone see where this is headed? At one point you have to pour a cup of boiling water into a pot of other stuff. So I had two pots going. As I was heading to the smaller pot to pour the water, I tucked my hand into the sleeve of my sweatshirt because it looked like the handle might be hot. Unfortunately the tip of my finger was still sticking out and it touched the handle for approximately 1/8000th of a second and burned the hell-fire out of my finger.

I would show you a picture but nobody had the good sense to take a picture of my wound at the time. And now it just looks like a slightly darker pink line across my finger. So just trust me on this. In the words of Buddy the Elf, my finger had a heartbeat. In fact it was beating in the form of shooting pains from the tip of my finger to my wrist. It hurt. A lot. Cuts and bruises, I can handle. But burns are a different story. They make me moan and whine and curse my life.

So that was the long way of telling you that I burned my finger and may have forgotten the step in the instructions that says to remove the cupcakes from the pan 5 minutes after they come out of the oven.

We all settled into bed and went to sleep. I assume they all slept better than I did because I had to sleep with my finger tucked away in an ice pack all night. On Saturday morning the burning had stopped and all I had was a dark red line and a bit of finger tenderness. Which isn’t a bad thing. We all need a bit of tenderness in our lives, right?

Stephen and I went out to breakfast and left my parents at the house to do grown up fix-up-the-house activities. We had a couple hours before my sister, brother, SIL, and niece would arrive so we thought a nice stack of blueberry pancakes would fill that time perfectly. It was nice until about 30 seconds after we left the restaurant when I realized I left my leftovers on the table. I refused to go back because I assumed that they had already thrown them away… plus I’d rather just whine about it thank you very much. Although we should have gone back because I would have also seen that I left my Chapstick on the table and I wouldn’t have had to go through the awful feeling of putting my hand in my pocket only to feel cotton and a wad of lint. Bummer.

At that point, my weekend wasn’t looking great. And this is totally not where I intended this story to go. It was supposed to be all happy and wonderful and bragging on Galveston. But I suppose while I’m being the equivalent of Eeyore I could go ahead and tell you the rest of the story about the cupcakes. It’s a good one…. if you’re in a good mood. If your finger has just been burned and your Chapstick and pancakes have been lost, it’s a heartbreaker.

While we were having breakfast my mom decided she’d pop the cupcakes out of the tins so they’d be ready for me and my ganache topping. When I walked into the kitchen she had a concerned look on her face and two very torn up cupcakes on the counter. There were 21 cupcakes still in the tin and one that was nowhere to be seen. I later found out that it had mysteriously jumped out of the tin into my dad’s mouth. Apparently the whole 5 minute thing was an important step. These things were practically glued into the tins. I came this close to shedding a tear and thought to myself, “What would Pioneer Woman do?” Well she’d probably make a whole new batch. Or she would never have made this mistake in the first place. So then I thought to myself, “Scratch that. What would Big Mama do?” She’d improvise because one should never throw out good cupcakes even if they are a bit ugly on the outside.

So we cut and scooped and cut and scooped until all of the cupcake bits were free. Then we gently shoved them in a 9×13 cake pan and made a very lumpy cake. I made the ganache and artfully poured it over our messy cake. And friends, it was good.

And that’s really then end of my story. But you see that I titled this post “Good Family Fun” which totally doesn’t work with this story. I had planned to tell you that Mardi Gras isn’t just a drunken fest for crazies to let loose. It’s also an event for families. We sat on our chairs waiting for the parades and then cheered for beads. Good clean fun. So clean that my niece was even able to attend. (I know I’ve already shown you this picture… she’s just so cute.)

And I figured that if Justin and Laura could bring their child along, it was safe for me to bring my Stephen along.

That’s my man. Loud and proud. The only one with his hands in the air!

February 11, 2010 at 9:32 am 19 comments

Even Bloggers Get Tired

I had big plans to write all about my weekend at Mardi Gras in Galveston. Big big plans. I was going to tell you about the parades, the house, my family, the food. But then last night I went to the other side of the world to watch the Superbowl at Lauren’s house and now I’m tired. We drove from Galveston to the other side of the world (about 2 hours) and then from the other side of the world to our house (a bit over an hour) and I don’t feel like telling any stories. Maybe I’ll tell you about it later this week.

I just wanted to check in to tell you that the Ten on Tuesday questions are posted. I think this week’s are pretty good. If you have a batch to submit, send them my way! chelsea(at)rootsandrings(dot)com.

Also, I wanted to show you this picture.

I do believe I have the cutest niece in the world. Need more proof?

So that’s all I’ve got to offer you today. But I doubt that you mind. Avery pictures are better than my stories any day!

How was your weekend?

February 8, 2010 at 9:38 am 15 comments

Seven Quick Takes – With A Picture of Avery

Was it just me or was this week 18 days long? I think God is messing with us. Hey God, it’s not funny.

Click the logo below to visit the other Quick Takers.

I don’t know how the weather is in your parts, but here in Houston we are experiencing The Great Flood Part Deux. As of this morning, it has settled down a bit but it’s still cold and dreary and spitty. It’s really starting to annoy me. It’s February… which means that we should be expecting a few random warm days here. But no. Instead it’s cold with a few random freezing days. This is not okay.

Every morning when I’m getting ready for work, Rookie lays behind me at my vanity. When I blow dry my hair I point the blow dryer at her to annoy her. She gives me about 3 seconds and then runs away to tell on me to her daddy. Yesterday morning she was a bit feisty. I aimed it at her and she shook her head. I laughed and did it again. She itched her ear and shook her head. I laughed and did it again. Over and over I aimed the blow dryer at her and over and over she shook her head, scratched her ears, and threw herself on the ground to wiggle around upside down. It totally made my morning!

Sometimes I reread blog posts and think, “Hey, that was kind of funny!” But then sometimes I reread them and think, “Why does anyone care? What am I doing?” Blogging is weird.

Side note on yesterday’s post. We’re not rich. Please don’t misread. And the Star Trek doors are just sliding doors, apparently those were cool in the ’60. As were brick floors, wallpaper, and push button stoves.

I’ve been seeing my chiropractor on a regular basis. She’s a friend of mine and lets me come to her house and see her for free. (Praise God!) I have noticed a significant improvement in my headaches and carpal tunnel. If you suffer from either, get yourself a GOOD chiropractor. And if you’re in Houston, let me know because I’ll hook you up with mine. I used to get headaches on a daily basis but I’m down to about once a week now. It’s incredible!

I still haven’t figured out what’s wrong with my Contact Me tab. Every now and then I’ll get a message from it but it’s pretty random. So let me repeat this: if you need the address for the book swap, leave a comment to tell me to send it. Also, if you have a batch of Ten on Tuesday questions for me, you’ll need to email them to me. If I’ve ever responded to one of your comments, you have my email address. If not, just leave a comment that says, “Email me lady!” and I’ll do it. Or you could just email me at chelsea (at) rootsandrings (dot) com… that works too.

I have an exciting weekend ahead of me. Mardi Gras parades begin in Galveston this weekend so my family is going to go to a few. We’ll stay at my parents’ beautiful house down there and celebrate my SIL’s birthday. On Sunday, Stephen and I are going to drive halfway across the state of Texas to watch the game eat good food with Lauren and Michael. Which probably means I’m going to be exhausted on Monday and be dying for another weekend.

I’ll leave you with a picture of my beautiful niece! (Oh and my brother and sister-in-law. They are beautiful too!)

February 5, 2010 at 9:29 am 25 comments

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