spinach garage

my garage is broken.
i am sad.
but i now know how to manually open and close it.
i've always wondered.
have you ever wondered if kids really like spinach?
me too.
and now i know.
max does.
straight from the bowl.
she is going to turn into a vegetable.
with a sucker in one hand.
and spinage in the other.
seeing as i've done the same things with brennan and her i don't think i can take credit for it, but i guess i'll try.

52 bags {lent}

i just want to hide them in the pantry so i don't have to share with anyone.
the 18 oz bag might last me a week.
maybe.
i'm seriously considering adding them to my year's supply of food storage.
i just think it would be hard to store 52 bags of them.
and not eat them all before easter.
especially in my pregnant and soon to be nursing state.
b/c if you've ever exclusively nursed a baby,
you know that you are eating for two when you're pregnant
{or NOT, but whatever, it's just fun to pretend},
but when you're nursing you get to eat for the entire block.
for an entire year.
AND lose weight.
at least that's how it works for me.
who needs black beans when you have a year's supply of pb eggs?
there's protein in pb eggs!
ok, maybe i need black beans,
but canned mushrooms are questionable.
i'd pick pb eggs over canned mushrooms every day of the week and twice on sunday.
except the sundays i need the canned mushrooms for baked spaghetti.
b/c i surely cannot put pb eggs in baked spaghetti.
but would i really even notice they were missing anyway?
the mushrooms, not the eggs.
i declare not.
pb eggs i would notice.
but not in baked spaghetti.
you get what i'm saying.
it's a good thing i'm not catholic anymore b/c i'd surely have to give them up for lent.
and i swear they'd taste better during lent.
pb eggs,
not canned mushrooms.
b/c everything i gave up during lent always tasted BETTER during lent.
something about the whole wanting what you can't have thing.
i think.
like fast sunday,
but for longer.
AND you don't get to just skip it when you're pregnant or nursing.
or call it quits around lunch.
now that's rough.
52 bags DOES seem a bit excessive though...
no?

wrinkles and all {33 weeks}

i can still zip up my coat,

but it is a squeeze:)

...

if i don't eat with my plate on my tummy,
the food ends up there anyway.
i don't know why i fight it.
b/c i just end up with a lot of messy shirts.
i've been bribing max and brennan with starburst for all of my pregnancy needs this week.
it's working great.
they are the best listeners you've ever seen.
sean was "man nesting" in the garage this weekend.
i was beaming:)
when i do the dishes i have to stand sideways b/c if i stand facing toward the sink my arms don't reach far enough to get to the water and the dish soap.
it's pretty funny.
note to self: don't wear boots with heels anymore.
even if it's just for a few hours to church.
it makes it hard to walk the rest of the day,
and not where you think it would hurt.
ouch.
now if i could just get rid of this head cold life would be perfect,
wrinkles and all.

heavy and wet

 heavy, wet snow.

that will all be gone by the middle of the week.

i could get used to this.

millions of puffs, puffs for me

HOLY FRIJOLE!!!

the draper costco has the double pack of reese's puffs.

i ran and then skipped.

to grab two boxes.

and then brennan and i celebrated with a dance back in the cart.

sean had to pull the off to the side b/c it was such a scene.

i have no shame.

it was pure bliss.

i don't think costco has ever made me so happy.

extra lemon extra cold

i don't make the rules.

baby wants it.

baby gets it.

HOLY MOLY!

i have never wanted something so intensely than i did tonight.

ice water with lemon and a straw.

lots of lemon.

extra cold.

i drank 3 glasses before i stopped to breathe.

the straw was just as crucial as the lemon and the ice.

i'm not kidding.

amazing.

shame on me for not believing in pregnancy cravings before.

THEY'RE REAL!!!

just like the talking m&m's.

ok, maybe not.

you get me though.

smoothie + max = love {mustache}

 ...

for the last three days after brennan goes pee,

he walks out of the bathroom,

turns around, 

and makes his naked bum talk with his hands to us.

it's the grossest thing on the planet.

his bum mostly says hello.

sometimes it only grunts.

or makes unidentifiable words,

and occasionally toots.

max and i are traumatized.

TRAUMATIZED!!!

and i ask you,

where does an almost 4 year old boy learn such a thing???

i promise he has never seen any jim carey movies.

or sponge bob.

we are a disney chanel and pbs house!

and mickey mouse does NOT talk with his bum.

phineas and ferb on the other hand...

it is a mystery to us all.

i completely blame his father.

and even though his father has never done such a thing to me,

i know it must be from his DNA b/c i would never do such a thing.

except the time when i mooned the video camera tape we were sending to grandma max with my clogging competition on it.

my mom was so horrified that she made me go back and edit it out.

in my defense,

i had no idea it was to be mailed to grandma max.

i would have NEVER mooned something going to grandma max.

i have dignity people!

and respect!

and occasionally a sense of humor.

have mercy it's funny.

until it's gross.

brennan's bum,

not mine.

HAPPY FRIDAY!

blooming pencil marks

i have an actual BLOOMED flower in my flower bed today.

in the middle of february.

how crazy is that?!

...

last week brennan asked me what the pencil marks were on my forehead?

and then later that day he said i had them on the sides of my eyes too.

"just like when i draw with a pencil."

this is what he said.

then he traced them with his fingers.

i LOVED it!!!

b/c i thought he was so smart for being so aware.

so loving for tenderly tracing my wrinkles with his little chubby fingers.

bliss:)

i told them those were the wrinkles he and makenzie put there, bahaha!

little pieces of them i get to take with me everywhere i go.

then he told me to erase them.

not so easy kid!

when he got out of the bath the next night he had pruned fingers and burst into tears b/c he didn't want the wrinkles on his hands forever.

here i thought he would love them b/c i had them.

oh the mind of an almost 4 year old.

"c" is for cookie

the almost 4 year old read us the instructions to our

SUPER COMPLICATED

cookies.

thank goodness.

my favorite part was:

1. brennan still being in his underwear.

2. that they took bites out of several and then placed them on the cookie sheet.

and max's "Rapunzel braids."

named by brennan.

loved by all.

I SWEAR!!!

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

from ME to YOU:)

you're welcome.

and happy birthday to my mother in law!

VALENTINE VALERIE:)

...

on the gammet for today will go as follows...

{if we are lucky}

1. find something festive to wear. kids included.

2. make premade valentine's cookies with the kids that i bought on saturday at ream's.

{there will be no actual baking.

and no actual clean up.

and no actual frosting.

but there WILL be actual eating.}

3. make last minute valentine's for brennan's preschool party.

{i used to do this stuff a week in advance.}

4. try to figure out something festive for dinner.

b/c i forgot that it was valentine's this week,

even though i knew that it was.

do you know what i mean???

or maybe we'll just have tacos.

like i planned.

with red sparkling something in our cups.

a fancy drink makes it festive,

right?

tomatoes are red.

that's festive.
they are in my tacos.

and really,

what else says LOVE like tacos?!

nothing else.

tacos

=

LOVE.

i swear!

"by the moon and the stars in the sky,

and i swear like the shadow that's by your side.

i'll be there!

for better or worse,

till death do us paaaaaaarrrrrrrt!!!

{insert forever here}

i'll love you with every beat of my heart!

and i swear!!!"

please tell me you loved that song as much as i did?

middle school dances.
sob!

did you plan ahead for the day of love?

i wish i had.

and yet,

it's still just as fun having not.

flying by the seat of our pants.

no expectations.

happy LOVE day!

...

I LOVE YOU
SEAN,

BRENNAN,

MAX,

AND BABY!