Fess Up Friday

Texting and driving is against the law here in these parts. However, I am unclear as to whether online shopping and driving is.  I ordered a book for Happy through Amazon mobile while driving.  Not by best moment.  Not even close.

I've mentioned my Sonic love before and how my carhop knows my order.  I don't bother to order, I just say, "Hey, it's me" and he gets my order ready.  Because of this, I actually haven't hardly said my order for months (except maybe when my carhop isn't there, which is always a tragic day).  However, every time we pull into Sonic, Happy says, "die-die-pur".  I used to think he was saying diaper.  I now realize he is placing my order.  Diet Dr Pepper.  He hasn't gotten the "with vanilla" part down yet, but that's ok.

His beautiful hair pre-hair cut insanity.

Happy was in desperate need of a haircut.  I usually cut his hair myself but then after a few haircuts, take him to my hair lady for her to do a more thorough job. I took him to her this past week.  It was disastrous.  She couldn't even touch him.

His mullet was getting out of control, so I attempted to cut it on my own this afternoon before Hubs got home.  It was even more disastrous.  There was foaming at the mouth, wailing and gnashing.  He was like a rabid dog. I was unable to finish the haircut.  It looked worse than when I started because I basically just cut wherever I could whenever I could during this insanity. 

Plus, I had given him a piece of chocolate cake to try to distract him while cutting it.  As he was flipping out, he would maniacally rub his chocolate-y, gooey hands all over his head.

What made it even more comical (comincal and stressful) was that Lil Miss thought he was being silly since he was acting so crazy, so she was hysterically laughing at him.  Belly laughing, like couldn't hold herself up laughing so hard.

Once Hubs got home a few hours later, we double-teamed Happy.  It was horrible.  I held him tightly and had him pinned down between my legs while Hubs buzzed his head since trimming it with scissors was impossible.  He totally flipped out when any loose hairs got on his face.  It seemed to make his skin crawl or something.   He reminded me of the Tasmanian devil cartoon character a bit with all of his craze.

Oh, the massacre.

He eventually recovered with the comforts of a lollipop.  I can almost see him in the counseling for this one.

Poor sweet Happy.

Notice Lil Miss in the background on the jumpy thing, trying to get in the photo.

I haven't quite recovered myself.  Plus, I am sad to see his luscious locks buzzed off.

Do you think he looks grown up or younger with his new 'do?  I can't decide.

I am still in mourning over the hair, though. 

Motivation By Humiliation Works for Me, Part 2

It's been a few weeks since I mentioned my shame.

But, I finally did finish this last quilt!

The coloring isn't stellar on the phone pics, but you get the idea.  I'm happy to have that accomplished.

I am now working on two dresses for Lil Miss.

Here is one I did a few months ago.  It's fun making stuff for those you love, even if it takes some extra time.  I am excited to see how the new dresses will look on her.

Happy Thursday! 

Staff Decorating Day

I used to work on staff at my church.  I loved my job; it fit my skill sets and interests quite well.  I enjoyed working with my boss and the fellow employees assigned to the same projects as me.  They are wonderful people.  There were certain challenges and job tasks I didn't love, as there is with any job, but it was still a wonderful job.  I had a lot of personal job satisfaction.

When I found out I was pregnant with Happy (surprise!), it was quite a laborious (pun, yes) decision for me to figure out if I would keep working.

In my heart, I knew I wanted to be home with any kids we had.  My husband also felt that way.  We agreed on this before even marrying. But it was quite the emotional process for me to relinquish both the monetary incentive and personal/professional satisfaction found in working at a paying job.

After having Happy, my boss allowed me to work part time from home.  It was an incredible blessing to be able to do so.  Eventually, a few months before Lil Miss was due, I officially left that job.  It was bittersweet.  I was afraid I would regret it.

Though I missed the job, I was very happy with the change, as was Hubs.  I was happy to discover that I didn't regret the decision even though I did miss the job.

One of my most favorite things while being on staff was decorating the church for Christmas.  It was kind of like field day in elementary school-a break from the normal day to day that got you out of class.  Plus, I loved the decorations and just doing something more active than sitting at a desk.  I enjoyed interacting with people I normally didn't see or work with (the staff is large, so there are many people you don't see often).  I always looked forward to that day. 

On Tuesday, I had something to do at the church.  As I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed more cars than usual in the parking lot.  I didn't think much of it, but as I was walking into the church, I realized it was staff decorating day. 

A flood of nostalgic emotions came over me.  I was happy to see previous coworkers that I don't often see at church.  I have sweet memories of past staff decorating days.  It was on one staff decorating day that I first "met" my friend Nicole who is especially dear to me.

But, the extra sweet thing within all of these feelings was knowing where I am in life (without a paying job, but staying home with the kids) was right where I needed to be. 

It was a blessed feeling amidst the missing of things past.

Glad I Got That One Marked Off My To-Do List

Unfortunately, it really is an every second of every day goal frequent item on my to do list. 

It just rarely happens.

And, yes, I need to write it down to even hope to make it happen.

Because I am cool like that. 

The Bible Reading Time That Went Awry

I've been trying to read the Bible to the kids daily.  Happy and Lil Miss both seem to really enjoy the time when we read it.

However, one particular day this past week, Happy was a little extra spunky and aggressive. (Read: Unhappy about one thing or another.  Greatly displeased.)

So he took it out on me and the Bible.

I could tell that he (eventually) felt remorseful because he helped me tape the pages back together.

I love my little ones more than words can express, even on the most trying of days.

And we've had some doozies lately, folks.

Humdingers.

I find it ironic that the page that was torn was the page detailing Jesus' crucifixion.  You know, the whole Jesus died on the cross for our sins thing.  We do so desperately need him, don't we?  Especially when we are angry at our mom or frustrated at our precious son.  What a sweet reminder within a  frustrating moment with Happy.

Thankful for grace and mercy,
'licious

Yep, Motivation By Humiliation Works for Me

One quilt binding done, one to go. 

The other one is MUCH larger, so it is more work.  But, I am glad I posted my slacker shame because it gave me some accountability.  :)

Yay!

Ignore the loose thread on the blue part...I just haven't gotten the loose threads off yet.

This one is probably one of my more favorite quilts that I have done (not that I am a prolific quilter or anything.  Which is obvious, I am sure, by my quilting procrastination mentioned on this blog.) 

I would say that I "earned" an episode of Sister Wives or Toddler and Tiaras on Netflix, no?

Fess Up-Late Entry

Because I need some shame to motivate me (or encouraging words), I am posting a pic of two quilts that I am 97% done with, but just can't seem to finish the binding.  I have no idea why. 

I've done the hard parts.  This is the supposed easy part.

The one on the left?  Yeah, I started that before I was even pregnant with Lil Miss.  (Hanging my head in shame.)  The one on the right is only from July. 

So, here's to motivation by humiliation.