Happy VD!!!

Here's to all my friends, my enemies and my lovers(well Jed). I hope you have a day filled with candy, chocolate, and enough sugar coated excitement to continue your sugar high for the next year until you have to sit down and make 60 Valentines with your children again and wish that Prozac and Wine mixed better...or better yet, that you weren't pregnant and COULD enjoy your Prozac and Wine.

In the meantime to fill the void, I am raiding the girls Valentine bags, eating all of the chocolate while leaving them with the tasteless candy hearts, and will also vow to finish off the pan of pink covered chocolate brownies we made for Jed.
Happy VD! T.

Eloise is Reading...

..well, mainly Dr. Seuss and cereal boxes. We are working towards chapter books like her show-off Kindergarten boyfriend Wrigley...but I don't want her to be too full of herself. I have lots to tell about her School Conference yesterday...but in the meantime, please enjoy this story she wrote.

If you cannot read "Kindenglish" I will translate..

"Once there was a cat and dog. They were best friends. They play chase."

Perhaps she will be published soon.
xoxo, t

Uninspired...

One word to sum up how I have been feeling lately. Well, maybe uninspired and overwhelmed. Well, and tired.

My lists since Christmastime having been weighing me down...my list that keep growing all the while, nothing is coming off, there are no red lines of accomplishments. Only words that keep growing down the page, drowning out my mind and weighing heavily on my heart.

I keep trying to remind myself that "my" list must be so much shorter than most. My family is pretty small, my girls are still pretty little and undemanding, we don't have many outside activities weighing on our time. Why does my own meager little list feel like War and Peace is resting on my heart.

Perhaps it is because the act of getting off the couch is step 1 to completing a task. Or perhaps it is because I would need to stay up past 8pm to complete a task, or perhaps it's just because I don't want to...and just won't admit it.

I DO want to blog - I just can't even muster a thought in my mind to put it to paper, and if I could get that far, finding time in my busy napping schedule to blog is nearly impossible. So, let's just say that we have done nothing the past week....or let's just list what I HAVE accomplished this week so perhaps my pity party can end - made 75 Valentines, bought 2000 pieces of candy to stuff in those Valentines, put together the perfect red and pink outfit to wear to Kindergarten V-day party, mailed 15 invitations to Esther's bday party, made 15 party bags, ordered cake, picked out the perfect outfit to wear to bday party, paid bills, canceled credit card that somebody took, mailed out 300 Matilda Jane invitations for March shows, talked to 1000 people on the phone about Matilda Jane, had lunch with Beth(YAY!), cooked at least 1 nutritious dinner without puking, shipped 100 ebay packages, listed 100 ebay items, vacuumed, dusted, went out with Jed(YAY!), 2 loads of laundry a day, napped and napped and napped.

Still to do this week - write Thank You notes from Christmas and Birthday - yes only 7 weeks late...but I am catching up, I promise.

To give me a bit of inspiration and to be selfish with my own time - I also bought some fabric this week- $10 a bolt my friends. I plan to turn our 100 year old, unfinished front porch that is currently a storage room into a lovely front porch/retreat/sitting area this Spring. I am thinking it will be the perfect place for a nap.

xoxo,t

I'll take it as a compliment...

For all of the well wishes, heartfelt congratulations, hugs and hi-fives I have received the past few weeks since coming out of the pregnancy closet...my favorite comment has got to be "wow, that is great, congratulations...better you than me." Yes, I am glad it is me.

Now that the majority of my friends are in the 40ish age segment of the population - this comment makes so much sense, makes me laugh with delight and continues to give me pause at life's little miracles and surprises.

Many times during the day I do sit and ponder the thought "oh my word, I am 40 years old and pregnant - I will be in my 60's when they graduate college..will I even be there for their wedding." Many times a day I also remind myself that I still also have a 3 year old - so a newborn at this time of my life isn't that so far-fetched or crazy.

Right now I am a mom - and look forward to being a mom again. I am 40 and ready to start again with a lovely newborn. I am not doing much else right now - except already being a mom ...I have my education, I did my 16 years in the corporate world, I have traveled the world, experienced life, enjoyed fine wine and men. I am content in my choices, my world, my family. I am young and happy and full.

Sometimes my kids do not realize how young I am. I don't blame them...when I graduated from high school, my mom was all of 39 and I thought she was quite elderly.

Case in point - the conversation from my backseat today while bringing Eloise and her friend Maguire to a birthday party.

Maguire: Hey Eloise, my mommy found out yesterday that she is going to have a boy. I really don't want another brother as I already have one. I want a sister to play with. What kind of a baby are you having?

Eloise: I am not having a baby - I already have a little sister who is a girl and she is not a baby anymore.

Maguire: No, I mean the baby in your mommy's belly - what is it?

Eloise: My mommy doesn't have a baby in her belly - she is waaayyy to old to do that again.

Just think how old I'll be when she graduates from high school. Nice.
xoxo,t

Thinking Spring...

After 2 months of below zero temperatures, snow, sickness, cold, and gray days...Spring is "sprunging" in our home. No, I didn't buy a plant or flowers, nor do we have robins singing outside.

...our first shipment of the girls Spring wardrobes starting arriving last week...and now, after seeing the Matilda Jane Spring sneak-peaks last weekend, I can finally feel Spring in the air.

Yes, shallow - that 1. I say 1st shipment when referring to the clothing arriving for our Spring and Summer wearing..and 2. That I say Spring wardrobes - like it is a proper noun or something..but, it really is.

Here are a few peaks of Spring in our home - horrible, grainy indoor/gray day, non-flash shots..but I don't care...it still speaks of Spring to me.

Thanks for your kind understanding and continued counseling on my indulgences.

xoxo,t

These things I know...

After a 4 day weekend in New Orleans I am exhausted yet rested and now know these 10 things..


1. Denise at Matilda Jane outdid herself this season. Just wait until you see the Spring line.
2. I am too old to go to New Orleans.
3. I cannot stay-up until 5am, drink hurricanes, give beads to strange men or show my boobies anymore(not that I ever did..but I am just saying that it is NOT going to happen anymore)
4. I would like a part-time job at Cafe du Monde so I can live on Cafe au lait and beignets for the rest of my life. Oh sweet Jesus - I need more beignets.
5. Creole and seafood - not good food choices for a sick pregnant woman.
6. Vampires do still exist.
7. I have really good girlfriends - what would I have done without Rachel, Amber and Beckie.
8. It is always nice to take a little break from real life, cooking, laundry and cleaning.
9. There are places in the country above zero degrees in January.
10. I am too old to go to New Orleans(did I say that already). I have no problem leaving that fun to the 20's segment of the population. Please, go and enjoy and don't forget to show your boobies - they are much perkier than mine.
xoxo,t