All I want for Christmas is my two tonsils

Yesterday was Polar Express day at school and I missed it. While my adorable little school kids sported their pajamas, drank chocolate milk and watched Polar Express, I was having my tonsils taken out.

It’s my first Christmas break as a school teacher and I’m spending it recovering from surgery. Total bummer, I know.

But it did help when I got home and saw there was already a care package and a homemade card waiting for me from the bestie.


Great, right?

So, yesterday was spent waiting for anesthesia to wear off and pain meds to kick in. My mom and dad picked up prescriptions and brought ice cream. I’ve done a lot of sleeping and drinking my meals.

The Husband has been great, taking care of everything that needs to be done. He even did some last minute Christmas shopping and made Christmas cookies with AH.

Our big kids are here for Christmas and they’ve been pretty helpful, too. Poor LD has endured her little sister wanting to be by her side the entire time.

I’ve heard day 3 (which would be tomorrow) is the worst in terms of pain. Hopefully, that’s not true. This evening has been a bit more painful than yesterday but hopefully it will start getting better by Christmas. I really don’t want to be a Scrooge.

In the mean time, if anyone has any pain relieving tips, I would LOVE to hear them.

Happy blogging,


The Husband is my homeboy…and other Photo Challenge stuff

I read the photo prompt for Day 22 (Home) and started thing about what picture to post. Of course I thought the obvious choice of a picture featuring my casa, because that’s the easy “home” choice. But I thought more about what makes it my home and decided to use this…

Don’t get me wrong, he’s not the only thing that make our house our home. Our entire family, the memories we make and our community make this place home for us. But one day our kids will grow up and move away and it will be us. We may or may not have our memory (I kid… sort of) but, God willing, we’ll be together. Where he is, is home.

Day 23 – Pair

JD and LD are quite the pair. One minute they love each other (but won’t admit it) and the next they’re trying to cause each other bodily harm.

But when it comes down to it, their bond is stronger than even they realize. They have been the constant in each others’ lives for the last 11 years; the one union that has remained in their world since it began…each other.

They have been through a lot together and I hope as adults they realize how lucky they were to have had each other through it all.

Day 24 – Path

This? My friends, is what the path to Muffintop Ville looks like. I got together for coffee with Liz, author of Staying Home and Staying Sane and BFF Extraordinaire and, lets just say we had a bit of a sweet tooth. So we ordered lots of desserts and nearly ate. Them. ALL.

And we won’t apologize for it.

We will, however, justify it with the fact that dessert was actually our dinner so there were really not any extra calories eaten. Or something like that.

Day 25 – Fresh

It’s back to school time and that means a fresh new start on the school year, fresh new clothes and school supplies and, for many, fresh new haircuts. Which gave me the opportunity to show off this beautimous blonde after she got her hair cut this past weekend.


Day 26 – Dream

This was one of those mornings when multiple kids ended up in our bed and somehow they ended up going back to sleep and we were up. How is that even fair?! Every parent’s dream is sleeping late on weekends and they are livin’ it up. AH was even snoring.


The Photo a Day August Challenge is winding down…one more week!!

Happy blogging,

Next to you sitting next to me: Photo A Day Challenge

Yesterday morning we were up early because AH gave us no choice we had a busy morning of donut eating and fish seeing planned.

I sat across from these two at the donut shop while we ate. (see what I did there? Photo A Day: Aug 4, Somehere you sat)


After breakfast, we headed to Sea Center Texas to check out the fish. AH has been several times, but she hasn’t grown tired of it so we keep taking her back. Did I mention that it’s free?!

The Sea Center is funded by the Texas Parks and Wildlife but also by donations. And the workers there are volunteers from surrounding communities, which I think is awesome.

AH likes to look at all the bright colored fish and the “big fishies” in the large aquariums.



(I love AH in this one. Standing just like her daddy.)

There’s also a touch tank (appropriately named) where you can look at and touch crabs, minnows and sea anemones. I thought AH would warm up to putting her hands in the touch tank. I was wrong.


It’s been so hot around here lately that we didn’t go out to the coastal marsh exhibit for very long. Instead, opted to go grab lunch instead.


What did you do this weekend? Is there a local attraction that you take your kids to?

Courtney Love, is that you?

This evening AH got into her big sister, LD’s makeup.

AH, looking all Courtney Love-ish and stuff, was super pumped to see her daddy when he got in from work.


This is what went down…

The Husband came in and AH eagerly ran over to him. Obviously, he immediately noticed the smears under her eyes.

He smiled and asked her (knowingly), “What’s that you put on your eyes?”

She said proudly, “It’s mascara, so I can be pretty for Christmas.”

This kid is pure entertainment sometimes.

Father’s Day Flu

Well, the Father’s Day Fairy visited our house and left such a thoughtful gift for both The Husband AND JD to enjoy today (insert sarcasm).

I’m not sure why JD was included in the gift giving. The only thing I could come up with is its Father’s Day and he might one day be a father so, what the heck, why not?

Anyone care to guess what it is? Never mind, it’s really not that exciting so I’ll spare you the guessing game.

It’s the stomach flu.
At least that’s what I think it is.

How does one diagnose a stomach flu vs. a stomach bug?

Are they one in the same?

I guess it doesn’t really matter because either way I’ve got two puke-tastic guys on my hands.

It’s probably pretty crappy (pun intended) to be them right about now but, really, they’re kinda living the high life. Lying around the house not lifting a finger, as much uninterrupted sleep as they want.

The husband hasn’t stood for longer than it takes to walk from the couch to the bedroom and I’m waiting on each of them, making sure they have Gatorade, saltines and ibuprofen. Did I mention that I have an ear infection?

I don’t remember any of this happening when I had my gallbladder removed (this may be due, in part, to heavy pain meds, but whatev). In fact, I remember being home two days after surgery caring for a sick two year old.

But I digress.

I really do hate to see them sick.

And AH does, too. She has been worried all day about when we are “going to Happy Father’s Day” (she thinks it’s a place). And when I tell her that today is Father’s Day and daddy’s tummy hurts, she says, “No way, Jose. We’re at home not at Happy Father’s Day.” and then, “I get daddy a ban-dan and water for his tummy.” (Note: The Husband now has a band aid clad belly button and a glass of water on the nightstand).

LD wishes them well, too…I think. She’s a teenager so she’s all, “yeah, puking stinks…can we go to Walmart?” as she texts on her phone, which I’m pretty sure translates to, “I’m so sorry y’all feel bad, can I get you anything?”

Hopefully this all passes quickly and they get better soon. Also, I’m really hoping none of us girls get it. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.

In the mean time, I’m making a list of what I want for Mother’s Day.

I’m thinking the stomach flu might not be so bad.

Happy blogging,

N is for Never marry a man who won’t color your hair.

I get the question all the time, “Is your naturally that dark?”
The answer is yes. And no.
I was born with black hair, had black hair all my life.
Until a few years ago when I had to start coloring my hair to cover the gray.
Some of you will feel my pain and others will be shocked to find out someone my age (32) has to get rid of gray hair.

But this post isn’t about what color my hair is.

Meet my colorist…

The guy in the stylist gloves posing like a hand mannequin is The Husband. He’s got mad hair color application skills.

Now, I realize the title of this post may be a bit extreme. Of course, I’m not saying that the determining factor in what is good marriage material is whether or not your man will do your hair.

But it is kind of a big deal.

If you’re going to marry someone, chances are you’ll be through some pretty crazy times in which you’ll need to support each other when it might not be easy.

Take child birth for instance. During labor, he’s supposed to be there to encourage you and support you during the most painful experience of your life. If he can’t soldier through a few gray hairs, he won’t stand a chance in labor and delivery.

And ladies, our version of this is The Superbowl (this isn’t really a fair analogy since I happen to like sports). During the game, be as supportive and pleasant as possible and then be there to comfort your guy when his team experiences agonizing defeat. And by comfort I mean bring food.

When it all boils down, this post isn’t so much about hair color. It’s more about the fact that here is a guy, fulfilling your tedious request when he would probably rather be doing something, anything else. Simply because it will make you happy.

That is a beautiful thing.


I’m participating in the Blogging From A to Z Challenge April 2012. Go check it out–you may find a new favorite blog!

Happy Blogging,


Family Matters

A Month of Thanksgivings: Family Matters

On Friday night (Day 18), I was thankful for quality time spent with JD and The Husband.

And Saturday, (Day 19) I was thankful for quality time spent with LD.


Family life in general can get hectic with school, work and extracurricular activities. This can make it hard to have quality time with family. Add in the fact that we don’t see our oldest two kids everyday, and this gives us less time to spend together and even less one-on-one time with each kid.

Since LD and JD were little–long before AH came along–we’ve made a point to spend time with each child individually and have Family Night. Sometimes it’s a day of planned fun and other times it’s just something simple, like playing board games or a trip to the grocery store where they get to pick what we have for dinner/dessert.

Of course, the older they get, the less entertaining Family Night sounds to them. Plus, we added a little sister to the mix, so one-on-one time can be more challenging but we try to seize the moments when we can.

For instance, this past Friday, LD was staying at a friends house, so after AH went to bed, The Husband and I stayed up, ate popcorn and watched a movie with JD.

And on Saturday, while AH was napping, LD and I made cupcakes together and watched shows on Netflix.

I know it’s not likely they’ll ever thank us for the times we said “No, it’s family night,” when they asked to do something exponentially more fun than play Pictureka or Scrabble with their folks.

But hopefully, when they’re grown, they’ll look back on our family time and know how important it was to us that we had that time together. Even if it made us uncool parents for a little while.




Happy blogging,