Every Little Thing, Is gonna Be Alright

I woke up this morning feeling rather crappy. I caught the sinus infection that my little ones had last week. Whatever. A Mamma must push on, right? So I got up and started into my regular routine. I'll admit it, I wasn't in the best of moods.

It was then that I heard the sweetest sounds coming from the other room. My three little birds were singing "Three Little Birds."

What a wonderful way to turn my yucky start into a beautiful morning.

I survived

I'm sure you were all just waiting on pins and needles to hear about sister in law's big wedding event. Well, I needed this long to process everything and recover from the stress I know you're thinking, wait this wasn't her wedding, why was she stressed...read on my friends, read on. I'm going to pepper this post with pictures from the rehearsal and getting ready.

As I'm frantically packing last Thursday afternoon I realize one set of sparkly, pink, flower girl shoes are M.I.A. CRAP MAN! I've had those bad boys sitting pretty in their boxes for over a month and NOW I can't find one pair?! We let the girls wear their shoes for Easter. After Mass I changed Twin B and immediately took her shoes off and carefully placed them back in their box. Mother in law changed Twin A. I knew that was going to be a problem. I later saw Twin A skipping about in her sparkly shoes. I told mother in law to please remove them and put them back where they belong...well yeah, no.

I was in full freak out mode while The Dude sat, playing on his iPhone really, I am SOOOO close to flushing that thing. He throws out the ever-so-helpful, "lemmie call my Mom and see what she says." The look on my face was one of touch that phone to call your Mom and I will gut you. I decided to write it off as a loss and made plans to head to Target when we got there. Crisis averted.

Twins were super stoked that they got to drink water out "fancy cups."

The rehearsal was fairly uneventful. There were older children doing things one should not do in a Cathedral so I thought my kids would be thought of as angels. WRONG. Father in law accused the twins of doing the bad things and threw us out of the Cathedral...nice.

Pickles danced till he dropped at the rehearsal dinner.

The Dude and sister in law

Me and my little Pickles

Day of the wedding, I got to Target and got everyone ready in time. Amazing, no? Pickles, apparently trying to order room serive...that kid is ALWAYS hungry.

Twin B was all smiles

The kids, extrememly bored in the bridal suite.

The kids and I rode in the limo with the bridal party and then waited in a tiny little room for 1 1/2 hrs....yeah fun. The girls did great. Got tons of laughs and smiles as they waved to everyone down the aisle.

We hopped a shuttle bus back to the hotel for the reception. It was like the ride of death. The driver was friggen nuts. My bag tipped over within the first minute of the trip, spilling the contents. Thought I picked everything up, but apparently not. My phone is missing. Oh, and the shuttle bus company's number has been disconnected since Sunday morning. CRAP!

At the reception, we garnered more than our fair share of attention. The Dude had worn his Dress Blues and looked AMAZING *swoon*. The downside to that part? Oh, the drunks. One poor sap walked up to The Dude and started flipping his medals with his fingers.

Dear God, he's going to kill him

The Dude snatched the guy's hand, "Don't touch those."
Drunk guy, "What are these?" His hand is now white as The Dude has cut off circulation to his hand with the grip of death. "You win these or are these just for show?"

Run for your life idiot! He's about to rip your arm off!!!!

"I earned these. Do not EVER disrespect this uniform again." He gave one last good squeeze before letting go. Drunk guy quickly changes gears and starts apologizing and praising The Dude. Wow, uncomfortable!!!

Not to be outdone for idiot of the night award, The Dude's uncle asks him why he wore his uniform, "Not like you're a Marine anymore or anything." Do you people have a death wish?!

The Dude, "I am still a Marine. Once a Marine, always a Marine."

Stupid Uncle, "No you're not. You haven't been in the military for a couple of years now."

The Dude, 'I will always be a Marine. Don't disrespect my uniform or my service again." he too had made flippant remarks about the medals. I love The Dude. He was so cool under that pressure. The Dude a few years ago, would have probably severely hurt those guys. Ah, to be older and wiser.

Other than those two incidences, things were good. I got a migraine and had to call it a night by 10:30pm. We literally had to drag the twins off the dance floor.

Unfortunately, I did not have the foresight to request pictures of The Dude, the kids and I all dressed up. People are slowly emailing me candid pics of us all dressed up. I think the bridal photographer got a few. I'll show 'em if and when we get them.

I need a drink after all of that!

Memories on a Monday

Memories, light the corner of my mind.

Misty water-colored memories...

Did I go too far, with the Babs lyrics? Sorry. Couldn't help myself.

This past weekend we took the kids down to the island and stayed at the inlaw's beach house. Beautiful weather. The bluebonnets were in bloom and their sweet smell filled the air.

I remembered, as a child, pulling over on the interstate once to snap some pictures of all us kids in the blooming bluebonnets. Being in a nostalgic mood, I insisted The Dude help me wrangle the kids over to a patch of the bright blue flowers. Pickles grabbed a bunch of the flowers and repeatedly insisted I "(s)Mell! (s)Mell!"

It really was a beautiful weekend.

Friday Foto

Peeps this, yo. I'm totally cheating today and just throwin' up some old pictures or "fotos" if you will. Major work PC drama don't tell my bosses, but I think we lost our complete customer database.

Anyshway, these pics were taken in December of 2007 as a gift for The Dude. I have a link to the photographer's blog and website over on the sidebar somewhere. ->

These are my absolute, all-time favorite pictures of my little people.

The Big Reveal

I know you have all just been dying to see my finished birthday cake....ok, maybe not. However, I was fairly impressed with myself as it was my first time using this particular method of cake decorating.

Trying to show ya all angles.Of course, I could not have done it without these three helpers.

First, the twins. They were there ready to lick any bowls I put before them. I wonder if you notice that canister filled with powdered sugar just by Twin B's hand. Hmmm, yes. After I snapped this picture I turned around to continue working on the cake. Twin B took that opportunity to snatch the canister and run away with it. The Dude found her perched on the ottoman shoveling handfuls of powdered sugar into her mouth. Nice.

And this little guy.

What a great help he was, eating all of my cake cuttings. Super helpful! That is, until he dumped the plate on the floor and ran for the broom, crushing all the crumbs onto the floor.

**Tomorrow, or later, I'll begin posting the how to's and recipes for this little lovely.

Numero Uno

Peeps this, yo. I'm kidding. Ok so here we go. I'm starting this blog because I have a lot of ideas and I need a place to put them. I have a rather dry sense of humor and if you can't deal with that, well, um, sorry?. I'm not proper or entirely polite. I'm not a professional chef or decorator. My sewing skills are probably subpar, but this is me.

Today the kids' sitter called me at work and asked if I could come and pick them all up. Her son had been in a motorcycle accident. He's ok (yay!). Anyway, do you know what my first thought was (aside from wondering if he was ok)? Hobby Lobby! Woo-hoo. I've been needing, er, wanting to get over there for a couple of weeks now. I just never had the time. Only I would think it a brilliant idea to take three kids under the age of three into Hobby Lobby just before nap time. Of course I find what I need and head home. I must hurry, I have important things to do.

Over the course of the afternoon I baked cookies with the kids (ok, so they were cheater cookies, but how else can you let a set of not-quite-three year old twins bake?!), baked an apple pie (hello fall!!), decoupaged a previously ugly and plain trash can for the twins' room, finished and packed up a baby wrap for a friend (welcome to the world Logan!) and cooked a friggen awesome dinner (which all the kids ate! BONUS!!). Yes, I rock. Or maybe I'm just nuts. Either way, I had fun.