Over-tired
Over-budget
But so over-the-moon for this guy.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Oakmont Christmas Party
The long awaited Christmas party has come and gone and both boys get an A+ for behavior. We have been talking up sitting on Santa's lap for some time, and things were going well-Patrick spotted Santa as soon as we walked in and waved "hello". Santa approached, and Patrick still seemed okay. Then Santa just kinda stopped, and stared. A weird stare. Patrick burst into tears. Later when we took the wagon ride to Santa's staging area at the driving range, Patrick mustered the courage to tell Santa (from a safe distance while I held him) that he wanted a garbage truck. Success! 
Why do the Santas always look terrified when they hold my kids??
Tom and his cousin, Katie. Saturday, December 10, 2011
Worth Visiting
Moms,
Have you noticed my new "Picture Me (Im)Perfectly" button at the top right of my blog? When you are feeling crazy, like time is literally running out, like you are losing your hold on organization and keeping things together, visit this friend's blog. She is an amazing, amazing photographer and an even more talented mom with inspiring faith.
Confessions:
My guest room closet is about ready to explode because I shoved half a roomful of belongings in there to clear off the bed that is constantly covered with laundry and stuff that I keep meaning to organize.
My dining room table can only stay clutter free for approximately 12 hours.
I haven't showered today, despite being puked on (well, just my hands which I used to catch the throw-up).
I lost the key to our shed.
I haven't filled in a single page of Tommy's baby book since he was born (gasp).
There are crumbled, sticky cheerios all through the bottom of my diaper bag right now. My diaper bag, or wallet, can only stay organized for approximately 45 minutes. Drives me crazy, but I just can't seem to do any better.
When the sun hits my kitchen around 2:00ish, the amount of gook and fingerprints stuck on my cabinets is enough to scare anyone. Washing down the faces of my cabinets right now though is about as likely to occur as me getting a sense of direction for Christmas.
This past week, in the rush of getting Christmas cards, personalized calendars, and decorations ordered, designed or put up, I parked Patrick in front of the T.V way too much.
I could go on and on, but the midnight hour approaches...
Have you noticed my new "Picture Me (Im)Perfectly" button at the top right of my blog? When you are feeling crazy, like time is literally running out, like you are losing your hold on organization and keeping things together, visit this friend's blog. She is an amazing, amazing photographer and an even more talented mom with inspiring faith.
Confessions:
My guest room closet is about ready to explode because I shoved half a roomful of belongings in there to clear off the bed that is constantly covered with laundry and stuff that I keep meaning to organize.
My dining room table can only stay clutter free for approximately 12 hours.
I haven't showered today, despite being puked on (well, just my hands which I used to catch the throw-up).
I lost the key to our shed.
I haven't filled in a single page of Tommy's baby book since he was born (gasp).
There are crumbled, sticky cheerios all through the bottom of my diaper bag right now. My diaper bag, or wallet, can only stay organized for approximately 45 minutes. Drives me crazy, but I just can't seem to do any better.
When the sun hits my kitchen around 2:00ish, the amount of gook and fingerprints stuck on my cabinets is enough to scare anyone. Washing down the faces of my cabinets right now though is about as likely to occur as me getting a sense of direction for Christmas.
This past week, in the rush of getting Christmas cards, personalized calendars, and decorations ordered, designed or put up, I parked Patrick in front of the T.V way too much.
I could go on and on, but the midnight hour approaches...
DIY
I love decorating. I love stealing ideas from my favorite home shopping site, Pottery Barn, and then attempting them on the cheap.
I detest broken, bigger-than-all-the-rest shutters who refuse to go down without a fight.
The good news: I was able to finish putting up most of my outdoor decor, despite the constant "help" of a toddler. I am pretty happy with the results (my neighbor donated her bow maker to my cause and it worked out pretty well), although I am unsure how the cheap, shatterproof ornaments will hold up in the snow. They aren't really meant for outdoor use. Hmmm.
The bad news: The broken, bigger-than-all-the-others shutter on the front of my house didn't go down without a fight. Tom had to buy a special ladder just to get to it, and then when he went to put up the correct matching shutter we found in our shed, the correct shutter nearly cracked in two. Turns out shutters are ridiculously expensive. We are tempted to crazy glue the thing together for the short term. Still, I am PSYCHED that the old broken one (not to be confused with the new broken one) is gone! It had been bothering me much more than it probably should lately. Maybe because new neighbors move in across the street from us in another week?
I detest broken, bigger-than-all-the-rest shutters who refuse to go down without a fight.
The good news: I was able to finish putting up most of my outdoor decor, despite the constant "help" of a toddler. I am pretty happy with the results (my neighbor donated her bow maker to my cause and it worked out pretty well), although I am unsure how the cheap, shatterproof ornaments will hold up in the snow. They aren't really meant for outdoor use. Hmmm.
The bad news: The broken, bigger-than-all-the-others shutter on the front of my house didn't go down without a fight. Tom had to buy a special ladder just to get to it, and then when he went to put up the correct matching shutter we found in our shed, the correct shutter nearly cracked in two. Turns out shutters are ridiculously expensive. We are tempted to crazy glue the thing together for the short term. Still, I am PSYCHED that the old broken one (not to be confused with the new broken one) is gone! It had been bothering me much more than it probably should lately. Maybe because new neighbors move in across the street from us in another week?
Monday, December 5, 2011
The Best Part
Patrick, Tommy and I finally headed to our town's new library for the first time since it opened in April. We browsed through the books, played at the Thomas the Train table, and climbed on the over-sized pencil and eraser before heading home for lunch. Over lunch, I asked P what was his favorite part about the new library?
His answer: The Fire Station (which sits directly next to the library).
His answer: The Fire Station (which sits directly next to the library).
Black and Gold
What a treat-Patrick and Tommy got to see their two uncles and cousin Chase from Virginia two weekends in a row! They traveled back to Pittsburgh to take Chase to his first Steeler's game. This is the day we woke up to (thanks to my brother Steve who chatted with me over coffee at 6:00am while I was up with Tommy)- 
(I checked-that is Sprite in Chase's hand!)
(I checked-that is Sprite in Chase's hand!)
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Advent
We were a little late, but our Advent chain is now completed and up in Patrick's room. Every night before bed, we will remove a link and complete a reading out of a toddler-friendly Advent book I found. Patrick did all the glue sticking and I connected the links-good team effort.
(This morning at 6:00 I woke to "Momma" being uttered over and over over the monitor. Love it!)
(This morning at 6:00 I woke to "Momma" being uttered over and over over the monitor. Love it!)
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