Friday Confessional #4

So I had some moles removed (that is not my confession) on my face. Two to be precise. They were not cancerous or anything, just ugly. I had an appointment scheduled yesterday and I thought it was just to look at them, not to actually get them removed. So when they said they were going to do it at that appointment I thought that was great. Then after they had already started the doctor says, "You'll need to leave a Band-aid on these for 7 days." One is right below my lip and I can't keep a Band-aid there and talk or eat. Since I need to talk and eat they said I could leave the Band-aid off but keep Vaseline on it. It looks gross. The Band-aid looks worse though. And the other mole on the side of my face is mostly covered by my bangs, but since I was Deb from Napoleon Dynamite and was rocking a side ponytail tonight, it showed. I didn't think ahead to all of the Halloween stuff, parties, carnivals, etc. Why didn't I wait a week? To be honest I didn't think through the whole process... meaning that my moles wouldn't just vanish, there would be scars where they used to be. It's really bothering me. Anyway, this is getting long and drawn out. But my confession is this: I now know that I am a little more vain than I thought I was. The end.

Family Pictures 2011

Oh the dreaded family pictures! Seriously, I have been putting these off for far too long. I hate trying to coordinate outfits, get us all ready, hope that my children cooperate, etc. But... I want to remember how cute my little family is right now forever and ever so I scheduled them and hoped for the best. Kate was seriously insane to work with! Our photographer, Matt Logan, had superhuman patience! We had quite the time getting her to actually hold still and even LOOK at the camera, let alone smile. So the one I will probably end up blowing up and framing won't have Kate smiling... but I'll remember the day and probably reminisce a little about the fact that even though Kate was wild and crazy and wouldn't smile, how darling and beautiful and wonderful I still thought she was. So here you are. *Warning, picture overload*

Friday Confessional #3

I am horrible at remembering birthdays. Simply horrible. I have forgotten my best friend's birthday twice (sorry Ash), my mother-in-law's birthday, and more. In fact, this year I forgot it was my birthday until I saw all of the Facebook happy birthdays, I'm not kidding. What reminded me of this is my sweet sister-in-law Nicole just sent me a package for my birthday with a nice card and some cool Pampered Chef stuff. I got it last night and it totally made my day (late presents are almost better because they are such a surprise). She always sends my girls a card for their birthdays too. I know there are ways to remember birthdays, like write them down, etc. so please don't feel like you need to give me tips in the comments section, I'm just confessing, not asking for advice. I am great at remembering my immediate family members' birthdays. I have never forgotten one of those. But I've come to the realization that I'm just not going to be that cool aunt that sends a card on every birthday (that was my dad's sister, by the way, who still sends me a card on my birthday). And I'm okay with that. I can be good at other things. So if I forget your birthday, I apologize in advance. In the next life when I'm good at everything, and I make special breakfasts for my kids on random holidays that no one really celebrates like St. Patrick's Day, or I have a spotlessly clean house always, or I shower every day and put on makeup and do my hair, or give my infants tummy time, or take bottles and binkies away when they're one year old, (this list could really go on and on)-- THEN, then I will remember your birthday!

Happy weekend everyone!

Friday Confessional #2:

I like fast food. There. I said it. And I don't mean the salads. I like burgers and fries and lots of mayo. I even don't mind McDonald's chicken nuggets (they are all white meat you know). And yes, I've seen "Supersize Me." I still like it. I of course don't eat fast food very often because I know it's not healthy, blah blah. But the other night we went to Carl's Jr. and I got a Small Carl (still had 2 hamburger patties on it) and I ate the whole thing. With fries. And fry sauce. So. Good.*

So while all of you food snobs scoff and eat your sushi (which I hate, although have pretended to like on 4 different occasions), I'll be eating my bacon burger.**


*I think one word sentences are kind of a blogging trend of late. At least my trendy friends do it, so I had to incorporate a few in this post so as not to fall behind.

**Only about once a month I promise :)

Friday Confessionals: The Beginning

So my friend/old roomie Jen does this thing on her blog called, "Friday Confessionals" and it's hilarious. She's a much better writer than me, but lately I've been thinking in terms of confessionals and since I need a subject to write about besides kids and housework here I go.

Friday Confessional #1: I don't like other people's kids very much. There. I said it. Unless they're my nieces and nephews (family bonds must be very strong because this is a major exception to the rule. I love my nieces and nephews). I especially don't like babysitting other people's kids. I've never liked it. Even when I was 12, it was all for the money. Now don't get me wrong... it's not that I dislike your kids, I just don't particularly want to babysit them. I'm really not an ogre, I am always nice to my kids' friends in my home, and I volunteered my services in nursery for the last 10 months (and I promise I was so nice), but it was a stretch at times. I'm just not that kid-lover who is going to come up to you and ask to hold your baby. Or care about the cute story you're telling me about your kid that is not that cute and every other kid does or care what grade level they're reading on (again, exception to the rule on my nieces and nephews).

Ah, that feels good to let out. I think I will like this Friday Confessionals thing.

My Big Kindergarten Girl

Well Marin started Kindergarten today. She was so excited last night she told me she was sure she would not be able to sleep. She did sleep, and today she had a blast. I did not think I was the type of mom to get emotional when I dropped her off, but I really surprised myself by shedding a few tears. I went to hug her good bye and had to sneak out really quickly before she saw me crying. I just couldn't believe my little girl was grown up enough for school! Then Kate saved the day by providing a good distraction since she had climbed out of the stroller and was tearing down the hallway full speed in the opposite direction. Here are a few pictures:

Marin and her cute teacher

Oh I love the little person Marin is becoming. She is sweet, kind, and she gets so excited over little things. The bazillion times I've made her "say it again nice" and say please and thank you are starting to pay off. She's a good little helper and I'm so excited for her to learn and grow this year in school!

Little Man Is Camera Shy

Andrew is the sweetest, smiliest {just had to insert here that auto-correct tried to change that word to "slimiest"} little guy and I try and try to get his adorable open-mouthed smile on camera and instead I get this:

And this:

Or this:


Doesn't he look a little horrified?

Oh, now this is more like it... 1 of 20 isn't too shabby little buddy!