Time for Not Me! Monday! Head over to MckMama’s blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.
This week, I did not giggle uncontrollably like a 14-year-old when I got “flatio” as my word verification on someone’s blog. I also did not deem it worthy of a screen capture so I could share it with you all.
When giving Sawyer a haircut, I did not use the wrong guard on the clippers (again) and leave the poor boy looking like a chemo patient. Again.
I also don’t force my oldest son to go around with a buzz cut while his little brother gets to sport long lovely locks. It’s not because Sawyer’s hair is awful and coarse and looks bad long, while Beckett’s is soft and fine and straight as a pin. It’s even cute after getting soaked in the rain.
My children always pose like angels for photo ops. They never ignore me, try to run away, or have to be held upside down by Daddy while I snap away madly.
I didn’t cringe as my two tornadoes whizzed around the seemingly delicate Lego sculptures at the Children’s Museum. My kid would never be the one to grab hold of the dragon’s lower jaw and cause the whole thing to come crashing down.
I do not have only nine bags left out of the 36-bag case of Wild Berry Skittles that DH got me for Valentine’s Day. And it definitely wasn’t me who ate them all. Definitely the boys. And the cats. But not me.
And in that same vein, I would never stop at Dunkin’ Donuts for a late night snack after a filling dinner at Weber Grill. Because my pregnancy diet is the perfect balance of the five food groups, with absolutely nothing unhealthy ever. Mmmmhmm.
a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Select the size of boxes as 3 by 4. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.
1. What is your first name? Alicia 2. What is your favorite food? cheeseburgers. 3. What high school did you go to? Mooresville High School 4. What is your favorite color? pink. 5. Who is your celebrity crush? Kat Von D 6. Favorite drink? Diet Dr. Pepper 7. Dream vacation? Japan 8. Favorite dessert? cupcakes! 9. What you want to be when you grow up? fulfilled. 10. What do you love most in life? my family 11. One Word to describe you. passionate 12. Where do you live? Indiana
I’ve been getting lots of questions about how I make my bows, so despite my absolute loathing for the sound of my own voice, I made my first video tutorial. I may do more in the future with different techniques depending on the response to this one. Enjoy!
Today I’m participating in MckMama’s Not Me! Monday for the first time. Never heard of it? Then hop on over to her blog and read the rules so that you, too, can air your dirty laundry and not feel an ounce of guilt about it. Or at least, be able to find someone who totally did not do something just a little more scandalous than you.
So, on to my.. erm.. confessions.
Yesterday morning, I totally did not fall down the stairs while holding Beckett. We were not only about halfway down and thus fell a full 8-9 steps. As clumsy as I am, I did manage to keep him on top of me and break his fall, resulting in several lovely battle wounds for myself. And yes, I did check on the baby with the doppler and he/she is fine. No, I definitely do not have my big fat cushiony butt to thank for that. Do I?
I did not get a hankering for nachos at almost one this morning while watching Food Network. And I most certainly did not use being pregnant as an excuse to melt some shredded cheese over tortilla chips and indulge, at 1am. They were not tasty at all.
I have not been a lazy oaf for the past several weeks, spending most of my time on the couch. My laundry is not piling up and my kids definitely do not watch too much Dora and Blues Clues. I also have not trained Sawyer to do things like bring me clean diapers and throw the dirty ones away. Nope, definitely not already behaving like this in the first trimester of pregnancy.
And speaking of the first trimester, I do not already have to keep my pants unbuttoned at only 13 weeks pregnant. My parents, however, did get me two BellaBands for Christmas which have been a lifesaver for my chronically unbuttoned jeans.
My husband is not turning 27 today, and I am not turning 24 in a couple weeks. We are not getting older. It has not been ten years since he graduated high school and we certainly do not sometimes act like we still ARE in high school. Nope, not us.
And lastly, I am not still in my pajamas at almost noon and my kids are not eating waffles and bananas for lunch. Of course I have already been to the store for baking supplies to make DH’s birthday cupcakes, and they are already in the oven.
Yeah, yeah, so I’ve been a bad blogger. Many of you noticed that I made the blog private for a couple days, and I won’t lie, I was very surprised and flattered by the outpouring of concern. I’m fine, but I was in a slump, and I guess it made me feel better to think that the blog was locked up and people weren’t checking it for new posts. I guess I thought no one would notice? Ha! You all definitely noticed. So thank you.
Last night I got the next part of my sleeve done and I couldn’t be happier with how it turned out. It’s beautiful and I need to give a plug to Amanda Cancilla at Artistic Skin Designs (that’s the one on US 31 for you Indy peeps, if you need any ink done, I highly recommend her). She did a fabulous job and it’s exactly what I wanted.
I go back at the end of this month for the third session, a pink and purple koi on the inside of my arm. It’ll be rounded out with some swirly sparkly water around the koi, bee, clovers and roots of the tree, and thunder clouds up behind and around the branches. Squee! (Yes, I just squeed. This is squee-worthy.)
Today I’ve been feeling like utter poo on a stick, and I think I might be coming down with mastitis. Who the hell gets mastitis after almost 9 months of breastfeeding? Apparently I do. At first I thought it was just my adrenaline crashing after the tattoo but today I’ve had body aches, a headache and dizziness all day, and my right boob is firm and tender. I get nauseous when I touch it. Joy.
DH was the best husband ever and let me take a nap, which ended up being four hours long. Yes, he is a saint. I’ve got a heating pad on the boobie right now so please please keep me in your thoughts that I can kick this quickly so DH won’t have to take any time off work.
