Thursday, February 20, 2014


Today's Munchkin-ism:

"My knee has a booboo. I tink I need anoder diggle for that."


He got a cut on his leg a week ago that he's milking sympathy from and he thinks he deserves another popsicle for powering through.

Friday, February 07, 2014

Crash Helmet

I am the mother of a very active boy; a couch-as-a-launch-pad, falling down, climbing things, curious, into everything active boy.  Some days it's all I can do to keep up with his energy and his physical play, but knowing where he came from it makes my heart happy that he has such a zest for life.  He's creative and inventive and can make a game out of pretty much anything.

I was not surprised when the ultrasound tech told us we were having a boy as I had just KNOWN Munchkin was a boy from the very beginning.  I always saw myself as the mom to a little boy and, boy oh boy, I had no idea what I was really in for.

His physical play makes my heart stop.  He's not a "typical" boy that has no fear; he's very careful when it comes to new situations and will absolutely not jump off something unless he's 100% sure he knows what will happen on the other side.  He's a cautious daredevil.  However he finds himself in situations that leave a mark.  For example, yesterday he was rooting through the coat closet while I was cleaning the kitchen. He got caught up on something and fell onto something sharp and plastic that was on the floor.  Screeching and tears followed.  Oh, and Munchkin was crying and screeching too.  There was blood, lost skin and a frantic phone call to my dad to reassure me Munchkin wasn't going to lose his leg.  Of course Munchkin now wants to know all about his boo-boo and look at it all the time.  Apparently not squeamish at all.  I'll spare you the picture of his knee the morning after.

Motherhood should come with a crash helmet.

Launching himself off the sofa last week

Wednesday, February 05, 2014

She's Crafty

I've been busy spending my free time crafting.  This month is the lead up to Valentine's Day and I'm excited about several of my wreaths but especially the one I made with burlap.  I've never worked with burlap before but love the shabby chic look so I decided to try my hand at one.

In addition to this lovely wreath, I also crafted myself a second degree burn on my finger from the hot glue.  Perhaps it's time to find a glue gun that doesn't smoke when the hot glue comes out......just a thought. 

My house is all ready for Valentine's Day now!  If you want to see my other ones, hop over to my Etsy shop and take a look around. 

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

It's Just a Phase, It's Just a Phase

That's the statement I need to keep repeating to myself.  I love Munchkin more than life itself, but homegirl is TIRED!

This morning at 5AM
Munchkin is going through some sort of 3-year-old phase.  I'm assuming it's a combination of growing pains and the start of monsters under his bed.  This has culminated in multiple wakup calls through the night and Munchkin not going directly back to sleep.

For instance: Last night he fought bedtime until past 9PM, woke up at 4AM and was up until 4:30AM. He was back up at 5AM and stayed up until 7AM.  He finally passed out about the time the sun came up.  It's 11:45AM and I've been up for almost 8 hours already.

It's days like this I question my sanity of ever having a child (oh those long, sleep-filled nights of being child free!) and wonder what the flying fuck we're thinking of even entertaining the idea of having another.  As I'm trying to bribe my child back to sleep this morning, it's 7AM, the sun is coming up and I'm STILL awake, and I'm saying to myself "to-do list for tomorrow: schedule Hubs a vasectomy".

Good thing Munchkin is cute.

Sunday, January 05, 2014

What I'm Loving Now

1. Cucumber Water
     In the interest of being healthier and staying hydrated in this dryer climater (funny on Baltimore is dry. How quickly the body forgets it's from Colorado!) I'm drinking more water....except water is so boring!  I've been jazzing it up a little with berries, mint, lemon lime.  But cucumbers are by far my favorite.

2. Snow, finally!
     One of culture shocks of moving from Michigan to Maryland is the lack of snow in Winter.  That all changed on Thursday when we got 7 inches!  Oh happy day.

3. Wegmans Brand Just Tea Hibiscus Green Tea
     Holy yum, that is all I have to say.

4.  Skinny Cow Peanut Butter Heavenly Crisps
    Again, in the interest of being healthier, I'm trying to even have my chocolate be healthier.  I'll have a piece of Godiva Dark Chocolate with salted caramel.  Or I have a Skinny Cow.  The bars are about 5 inches long and make me feel like I'm getting more bang for my buck.  It's only 110 calories for the whole bar....seriously.  Plus since it's a little over 100 calories, that means I can have two.  Right?  No? Okay fine, just one.

5. This cover of "Royals" originally by Lorde.
     In the interest of making this post not entirely about food, here's a little diddy for you listening pleasure. I love a good acapella.

Friday, December 20, 2013

My Life According To.......


Are you male or female?
Princess of China

Describe Yourself:

Describe how you're feeling:
Christmas Lights

Describe where you currently live:
Violet Hill

If you could go anywhere, where would you go:

Favorite form of transportation:
Up With the Birds

Your best friend is:

Your favorite color is:
Green Eyes

What's the weather like:
Rainy Day

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:
Speed of Sound

What is life to you:
God Put a Smile on Your Face

Your fear:

What is the best advice you have to give:
Don't Let it Break Your Heart

If you could change your name, you would change it to:
Viva La Vida

Thought for the Day:

How I would like to die:
Such a Rush

My soul's present condition:
Life in Technicolor

My Motto:
Us Against the World

Thursday, December 05, 2013

Nobody Said It Was Easy

I told myself I wouldn't do it this year.  I told myself this year would be different; this would be the year I'm just grateful for how wonderful things have turned out.  This would be the year the emotions are only of joy of how far we've come and less about the hurt.

I failed.

It's been 3 years since my grandfather passed away and started in motion the week no one could've ever imagined.  It's been 3 years since a triage doctor said the words no one is prepared to hear.

I was a mess for almost a month leading up to Munchkin's first birthday.  His second birthday was easier but for two weeks before his birthday it was all I could do not to crumble.  I guess this year I'm doing better with it; I didn't have my first meltdown until Dec 3, the anniversary of my grandfather's passing.

Don't get me wrong, watching Munchkin be healthy, so smart and ridiculously charasmatic is so heartwarming and makes everything worth it.  I don't have those feelings of guilt or loss of what should've been anymore.  My pregnancy was never meant to go full term, Munchkin was never meant to be anything other than the feisty preemie he was; that was our destiny, that's our story.  It will always be the way Munchkin came into this world and not only have I made peace with it but I've gained great strength from it and have used it to help others just starting that journey.

What I have yet to heal from is the magnitude of what we had to deal with in those first days between Dec. 3 when my grandfather passed until Dec. 9 when Munchkin was born.  It just gets to me.  Did that really happen?  Did I really almost die?  Did I really have to make those phone calls to my parents, one of whom was in the middle of planning my grandfather's funeral, to tell them I had a rare pregnancy syndrome that was killing me and doctors needed to take the baby out...regardless of his condition, 1200 miles from any friends or family?  How did any of us survive shock after shock?

I'm a highly emotional person. I cry easily and I'm very bad at being able to hide when I'm hurt. Surprisingly, from the moment I heard those infamous words to the moment munchkin was born 4 days later I didn't shed one tear. I was focused, calm, ready to fight for my child's life. Panicking and crying would only make things worse. But once the shock wore off in the following months, I was completely overcome with the enormity of what had happened.

Nobody said it was easy.  No one ever said that it would be this hard.*

Can we just skip the first week in December and go straight to the 9th and just celebrate?  And what a celebration that day is!
*The Scientist by Coldplay