So my little guy turned 9 years old over the weekend. Yes the prince is one year away from not being allowed to eat off the kids menu. For some reason I found myself quite emotional over this . Maybe it's because he is my first born, the light of my world, my little pumpkin and now he won't leave to go out without gel in his hair and he writes poems to the hottie neighborhood girl down the street. He will ALWAYS be my baby and I love him more than anything :) Anyway to celebrate we hit a cool little waterpark and in an effort to maintain my fun/cool mom status I rocked every water slide there was. My little retro pin up girl style swimsuit almost made the experience "R rated" on more than one occasion but it was worth it. Although I do believe I aggrevated my old arm farting injury.
Monday, July 18, 2011
My baby is 9...that makes me old right?
So my little guy turned 9 years old over the weekend. Yes the prince is one year away from not being allowed to eat off the kids menu. For some reason I found myself quite emotional over this . Maybe it's because he is my first born, the light of my world, my little pumpkin and now he won't leave to go out without gel in his hair and he writes poems to the hottie neighborhood girl down the street. He will ALWAYS be my baby and I love him more than anything :) Anyway to celebrate we hit a cool little waterpark and in an effort to maintain my fun/cool mom status I rocked every water slide there was. My little retro pin up girl style swimsuit almost made the experience "R rated" on more than one occasion but it was worth it. Although I do believe I aggrevated my old arm farting injury.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Mommy used to be a showgirl...
Yes, it's true. Feathers, rhinestones, glamour, fishnets...and the most beautiful sparkling false eyelashes a girl could wish for. Now I drive a mini van...and I couldn't be happier.
I am so blessed with my amazing family and the showgirl lifestyle can't hold a candle to a late night light saber battle around the neighborhood and smores on the patio with my little men. Last night we even had a family arm farting contest because in a house full of boys that's what you do. Well guess who had the juiciest arm farts of them all...the former showgirl. That's right, apparently I have missed my true calling. I am a natural. My boys were so freakin impressed that I couldn't stop. Bigger. Louder. Juicer. Then my shoulder started hurting and the reality set in that mommy (who used to be a showgirl) just pulled a muscle arm farting. Seriously?
But it was totally worth it. I am Queen of Arm Farts. Next up...burping the alphabet.
I am so blessed with my amazing family and the showgirl lifestyle can't hold a candle to a late night light saber battle around the neighborhood and smores on the patio with my little men. Last night we even had a family arm farting contest because in a house full of boys that's what you do. Well guess who had the juiciest arm farts of them all...the former showgirl. That's right, apparently I have missed my true calling. I am a natural. My boys were so freakin impressed that I couldn't stop. Bigger. Louder. Juicer. Then my shoulder started hurting and the reality set in that mommy (who used to be a showgirl) just pulled a muscle arm farting. Seriously?
But it was totally worth it. I am Queen of Arm Farts. Next up...burping the alphabet.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
I'm no princess...
I'm the Queen. Well at least in my little royal family unit :) I am a mom of two of the sweetest/craziest little boys in the kingdom and after 13 years of wedded bliss (insert evil laugh) I still love my husband with all my heart. We also have 2 puppies under 6 months...they are like little court jesters (you can insert another evil laugh here too.) I believe in making everyday the best it can be. I want to share some of the fun decorating ideas, crafts, cocktails etc. that help make my world feel like a fairytale! You have to write your own story, so make it amazing :)
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