Sunday, August 30, 2009

1 week Blog hiatus!

Hello fellow blog readers!

Just wanted to let you all know that my in-laws will be in town this week so I will not be blogging.

Sad, I know. Not the "in-law" part, but that fact that you won't be able to read the wonderful words of wisdom that I write every day or the pics of my family (don't think we'll change THAT much in a week.)

I will return after Labor Day weekend. I promise. 'Til then, I hope everyone has a fabulous week and I will have TONS to post when I return.

Take care!!

Saturday, August 29, 2009

I'm bleeding Maroon and Gold

It's that time of year again. The time when I start feeling the heat more and more in Tempe as the Arizona State Sundevils begin their football season. Last night was a "Select-a-seat/Mock Game" day where you could visit the stadium for free and watch the Sundevils play a mock game a week before their 1st game. You can also meet the players, the coach and the cheerleaders, as well as Little A's favorite--SPARKY!!

We went there with my brother so I'll have to wait for him to send me his pics so I can post them as well. He had his yearly pic taken with the coach, and the he took a great pic of Little A and the quarterback, Sullivan. Here are the pics I have for now.

Does anyone else see the image of a face at that bus stop?
Little A taking his yearly picture with Sparky.
Super fan!
Maroon and gold go so well together.
Little A high up in the stands
Checking out the cheerleaders
My bro and Big A
Future ASU football player
Little A LOVED getting his picture taken with the cheerleaders
And the D man couldn't miss out on his chance with them either
ASU fence
Can't wait for the new season!!

Friday, August 28, 2009

Stimulus Pacifier

I joke around with Big A about the word "stimulus." Although I know what the term "stimulus" means, I like to flip the meaning around and use it to mean "economically deficient." Ever since the whole Obama stimulus check, or stimulus package rolled out to provide recovery to Americans, I somehow decided to refer to poorly made substitutes as a "stimulus ____."

For example, if you can't afford a toothbrush and are using your finger instead, it would be called a "stimulus toothbrush."

Can't afford dinner and you bring in Top Ramen to work? It's called a "stimulus dinner."

Don't have enough for gasoline for your lawn mower so you use hedge trimmers to trim your lawn? That would be a "stimulus lawnmower." Get it?

Well the D man didn't have his pacifier (or "binky" as I like to call it) laying around near him and so I caught him doing this:

Therefore making it......and you guessed it. A "stimulus pacifier."

A sneak peek at what he's in for on Monday

We had a Kindergarten orientation yesterday for Little A. We were able to check out his school, meet the teachers, find out which of his friends were going there, as well as gaining an understanding of what lies ahead for him this year.

I have to admit, there were a couple times I just wanted to tear up in front of the teachers as they explained all the different things he would be accomplishing this year. It's a wonderful school and I am so thrilled he has a chance to go there.
20 kids.
3 teachers.
7:1 ratio.
Doesn't get any better than that.

Here are some of the things he has to look forward to:

Michelangelo the tortoise
Painting outside

One of the guinea pigs roaming around on the playground
Multimedia room

Little A making his flower for the plant wall.
I meant to take some pictures of the music room and learning centers, but the D man was ALL over the place and it was difficult to take pics when he's trying to get into everything.

I felt a bit more at ease going there knowing that he is going to have a great time and learn sooo much. As confident as I am writing about his impending first day I KNOW that I am going to be a nice hot mess.

Deep down inside, I can already feel it coming.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

It's not Halloween yet. Is it?

The kids and I were in Target the other day. Love that store by the way. I shop entirely too much there. Anyways, we were heading toward the boy's clothing section when we saw a group of teens shopping for purses. They were dressed just like the following pics I am about to post:

Sans the wings of course
This is a dude by the way.
Call it "Goth", call it "Emo" or call it "What the heck were they thinking when they walked out of the house looking like that?"

I don't quite understand why these people love to dress up in the most exorbitant outfit possible other than to get a shock value from others. Apparently they think it's Halloween every day. One of the girls was even wearing a cape. You know....the one your little boy will probably wear in October when he dresses like a vampire for Halloween?

Little A was sooo thrown off by these teens that he asked me if the girl wearing the cape was "Bat Girl." Not many of you may know this about Little A, but his voice is loud....VERY loud. So loud, that when we are out in public EVERYONE and their mother hears him. He's a funny kid though and he LOVES to talk.

So when we walked by, he asked me not once, not twice, but 3 times (in an increasing volume) if the girl looking at the purse was 'Bat Girl.' I was soooo embarrassed and tried to change the subject quickly....telling him "Shhhh" every time he asked.

Two Target employees were looking at me and chuckling because they overheard him. I explained to him that she isn't "Bat Girl," but that some people like to dress like that.

"They like to dress like a Bat Girl?" he asked me.

"Ugh, yeah sometimes they dress up like a Bat Girl, but we don't wear anything like that, right?"

He agreed.....thankfully.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

My Love, My Heart, My Soul, My Everything

Today is August 26th, 2009. Today's entry was suppose to be a "Wordless Wednesday" blog, but I've decided to put it off for today, as today marks a very special day in my life. On this day 4 years ago, Big A and I tied the knot. You can do the math all you want, but yes, we had a kid before we were married. We have been together for a total of 8 years and I am so blessed that he is a part of my life.

Here is how it all started:

We met on November 16th, 2001 at the
Bash On Ash in Tempe. You can google it, but the place has now closed. It's sad because it was a really great venue for dancing and for various bands to play there. On that night, I was approached by the most handsomest man on God's green earth who swept me off of my feet with his incredible good looks and amazing personality. He was so sweet and such a gentleman. Never before had I met anyone who didn't propose some cheesy pick-up line, or bombard me with alcohol in hopes of getting somewhere. No, Big A was anything but that. Oh and did I mention that he's funny too?

We met on that night and watched a
"Reverend Horton Heat" concert while we were there. I wasn't a fan of theirs, but a friend had some VIP tickets to the show and promised a good time, so I thought, sure why not! I was dating a guy at the time. Things weren't going well with him and I knew it was time to bid him a fond farewell. Regrettably, I HAD to bring him with me to the concert, but luckily I was able to ditch his ass (and later on, break up with him.) In the process I met Big A.

At this concert, they had some things going on there to entertain people before the band came out. They had a palm reader, a handwriting analyst and a masseuse. I know it was strange, but when you are loading up on drinks, it's kinda cool to get your palm read in a drunken stupor. I was standing in line to get my handwriting analyzed after said loser guy I was dating was on the other side of the place plowing down drink after drink after drink. I was chomping on a mozzarella stick when Big A (who was sitting at the bar next to my line) asked me where I got my food at. I pointed to the table nearby. He got out of his seat, grabbed some food and came back to his seat at the bar. We chatted for a bit, and eventually I told him to just hop in line with me and get his handwriting analyzed. His writing was bad....I definitely remember that. Sloppy, uncontrolled and a bit uneven. But I didn't care.

We chatted for quite some time after that, and I guess you could say that I really enjoyed his company. We watched the band play a bit more, chomped on some food and just.....talked.

It was me that asked him for his #, and it was me who made the 1st call. Pretty ball-sy coming from me, yet not a huge surprise. When I got ahold of him, I asked him if he was going to ever call me. He mentioned that he was just about to call me, but that he was just in a small car accident and would call me back. At this point, I was thinking that maybe he REALLY didn't like me and was making up an excuse not to talk to me.

But my phone rang.

It was him.

We went on our 1st official date a week and a half later and it was........amazing.

And the best thing was, he was honest. His car DID have a dent in it. :)

I love Big A for everything he does for me. For his support, his humor, his outlook on life, and his incredible love for me and our boys. He makes me feel special. And isn't that how every woman should feel?

Thank you for walking into my life Big A. I love you sooooooo much!!

"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart."
--Helen Keller

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Dr. A examines Patient D

We took the D man in for his 9 month check-up. While we were waiting for our Doctor to come in, Little A decided that he wanted to check his brother out first. I got Little A a stethoscope a while back and he just recently found it. Just in time too since we had to make this doctor's visit.

As you can see, the patient was not very cooperative.

A bigger ring

Tomorrow is my anniversary. A week and a half ago I found a ring that I would love as an upgrade for our big day.

*hint* *hint*

Think Big A will get it for me?
I had to hold it with 2 hands as it was slightly heavy.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Mosaic Monday: Chihuly

Saturday, August 22, 2009

D man's 1st OFFICIAL haircut

We've been cutting D's hair since he's been born. In case you are unfamiliar with what his hair was like when he was fresh out of the cooker, allow me to remind you:

And then a few days later his hair was like this:

So D has had about 2-3 haircuts already. I've only been just trimming them with scissors this whole time so he'd stop yanking on it, and to also get it out of his eyes. But I was slacking. And his hair looked like this before I cut it:




He wasn't too fond of the entire haircutting process though as I was forced to resort to a REAL razor rather than scissors. He cried the entire time and I was unable to razor off a straight edge on the side of his face and on the very back on the bottom.

C'EST LA VIE though, right?

But I DID use a razor this time, therefore I'd like to consider it his "1st Official Haircut."

He looks a lot like Little A now, plus D likes it.....

....I think.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Dell Lollipop

Ok, I am seriously obsessed with this commercial:

Every time this comes on in between shows I find myself immediately glued to the screen. So much so, that last week Big A, Little A and myself were all engaged in conversation when we heard the opening jingle and we stopped cold.....our eyes veered straight toward the television.

I can't really say what it is that has me soooo hooked on this commercial. Could it be the Willy Wonka-ish factory? The colorful laptops that that are created from the toothpaste-like goo? Or that wonderful "Lollipop" jingle sung by the male quartet....I am, after all used to the original version sung by "The Chordettes."

When I was younger, I was in an after school program at my school called, Cactus Club. It was fun and I have remained very close to many friends that went there back in the day. What I remember most was performing a dance ensemble to the tune of "Lollipop." We all skipped around with lollipops made of popsicle sticks attached to colored paper. Oh and did I mention that we had to act like we were licking the lollipops too? Yeah. I can't really remember doing much else in that skit except for maybe some cartwheels and some other lame dance moves that we thought were incredibly cool at the time and worthy of showing off on stage.

Don't be hatin'. You KNOW this was a great show. ;)

My best friend Leanna reminded of this about a week or so ago, and we just laughed our pretty little heads off. Leanna is actually in this pic, but she is behind me trying to copy my kick-ass moves. I think we giggled our way through the rehearsal and even during the performance. We BOTH think of this skit when we hear that song. We KNEW the show was a joke and licking our way through paper lollipops on stage that were flimsy and torn was just ridiculous.

Sorry Mom and Dad for having to put you though all of this. From the looks of where this shot was taken, I don't blame you for sitting so close to the exit door.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

From Proms to Playdates

That should be the title of my next book, huh?

A couple days ago I blogged about my busy schedule. You can click here to read that last post. Once again I found myself in a situation where I had to break a commitment I already had for the sake of something else.

I am under the impression that mom's have to do that a lot sometimes. :)

I feel like I am just having to figure that out now, because before I had the D man I didn't find myself quite as busy as I have been.

My option on Monday was either, go to a playdate for 1.5 hours (clearly not enough time) and rush over to swim class (3o minutes away), or ditch the swim class all together. I chose to skip the swim class.

Yesterday, we headed over to my friend Kristy Kay's house with my other friend, Kristy. All of our babies are within 6 months of each other. And all three of us were pregnant at our 10 year High School reunion.....kinda sucks when you can FINALLY (and legally) drink with your old HS buddies, but can't. Alas, it was nice to be able to see all the little kids that were cooking in our bellies a year ago, playing together.

At times I found myself thinking about how we were in HS. Just kids really. Kristy, the Student Body President and social butterfly. Kristy Kay the cheerleader and also the former Miss Teen Arizona 1998. And me, the class clown that was friends with everyone.
I kept thinking in my mind over and over again how all of our lives are crossing paths again in a new way, through a new generation. It's amazing to me.

How will our kids be when they are at the age that we all met in High School? It's obviously a long way away, but it will be fun to see how they turn out.

In the meantime, it's great to watch them play so well together.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Mosaic Monday: Street Sky

So, I saw this on another blogger's page and I thought it was such a neat idea. Every Monday they focus on one it their kid, a flower, a bag, friends...anything! And then they create a Mosaic out of it. So from now on, my Mondays will consist of Mosaics. This week I am showing you some pics of the beautiful skyline from my street. These pics are courtesy of my beloved husband, Big A. I am hoping that I can make these a bit bigger next time. Til then, enjoy!

Friday, August 14, 2009

9 Month Mark

The D man is 9 months old today. I can't stress enough just how quickly he has grown before my eyes. In just three more months, I'm going to have a 1-year old roaming around the house. I can hardly believe it.

I feel like he just popped out yesterday.

Right now, he can say "Mama" and "Dada" (indiscriminately of course.) Along with all other sorts of babbling and consonant/vowel combinations like "bababa" and "nanana."

He is the proud owner of 6 beautiful teeth which he happily displays every time he shows off that wonderful grin of his.

He sits on his own, moves from laying on his tummy to sitting position and then back again.

He also pulls himself into a standing position and takes a few steps standing up and holding onto things.

He's starting to understand what the word "no"means, though sometimes he doesn't choose to obey it. Instead, he stops what he is doing and flashes that charming smile then continues onto something else which will eventually land him another, "No!"

He can pick up his food with his fingers and put the food in his mouth. And he's beginning to sign the word "milk" to me when he wants his drink.

He has eaten almost every single kind of baby food so far and for some reason he STILL hates spaghetti.

He cries whenever I take a book from his hands. He's really attached to books right now.

I am extremely excited that the D man has maintained his pleasant disposition. No matter what he's doing, whether it's playing with a ball, playing with his brother, eating, or getting into some kind of trouble, he is ALWAYS proudly displaying his best asset--that beautiful smile!

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Wordless Wednesday

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