Do you Elf on the Shelf?

We are bringing back "Elvis" the Elf again this year. It's wonderful. Well, maybe a little more wonderful for parents than kids. Our oldest fears that Elvis is going to tell Santa she was bad. I can easily say that after Thanksgiving she is on her BEST behavior.

This year I'm planning on documenting it better. Who knows, maybe afterwards of catching Elvis in the act I can put it all together for the kids in a little booklet. It can give them something to look back on when they get older... or just throw it out when they move out. Who knows and who cares. It's one more thing I can enjoy with them while they still believe.

It's time to get creative. I need to pull out new stops when it comes to Elvis the Elf. Time to switch it up on the kids and keep them on their toes. Oh, maybe he'll get a few outfits. Hmmm... I better start my list of ideas!

As a friendly reminder, not much longer before Jolly ol' Saint Nick will be around!

I've been getting my craft on.

My brother is getting married in 12/2/11... and little ol' me made my sister in law to be's Brooch Bouquet.

Yep. That's right. I did it. I put it together.. and rocked it.

It looks AMAZING.

Excuse the Lightening McQueen sippy in the background.

I'm a mom and sippys pop up in pictures.

I love Pinterest!

I'll be the first to admit.. it's just another thing to waste more time on or thinking about. Really. I'll be out & about then think to myself, "I should look (insert bs crafty idea) up on Pinterest when I get home." Most of the time I do..

Meh. Hopefully it will help with the impending doom, er I mean Winter.

I'm horrible at blogging.

HORRIBLE.  haha. Maybe I'll give this a go again.

Being 4 years old must be hard.

Let me tell you, my daughter.. is dramatic. dra-ma-tic. Hourly, you'd think it was the end of the world. That's how dramatic she is. Thank God I love her.

I love my kids.

Having kids isn't easy. Okay, sometimes it is flat out hard... buuuut there are those moments of sheer awesomeness that make all the snot, colds, poop.. mess and headaches worth it.

So have you ever met one of those people who lets on how PERFECT their child is. That they shit rainbows and NEVER, I mean NEVER make a mess. Well, they are full of shit or straight up in denial. My kids, I love them to death but they are hellions. I think hellions is being nice most of the time. They can tear a clean room apart in seconds. I clean and clean and clean, picking up the same mess over and over again-- but can you tell? Not really. For how much I do- you'd think I should be a size 2. haha. The kids are happy so that's all that matters right? Right? I keep telling myself I can have a clean house later in life when the kids are gone.. but then the largest one- the one I married-- ah, I won't even get started on his mess. Sheesh, my eye is twitching now. See- that's what the subject does. It makes my eye twitch! haha.

Looking back at my first born I never realized how lucky I was. She was an amazingly awesome baby. I got lucky. Really lucky. Now my son, he's another story. He never slept and tests me on a daily basis. The kids are polar opposites. I could lie and say that if I had my son first I wouldn't have had anymore kids but why lie. I would. They are awesome and give me a daily lesson in life.


They aren't perfect...  But they are pretty damn awesome.

1,2,3.. time to get in shape.

It is officially time to lose this excess baggage. 

2 kids + the love of food = a fluffier me.

 

So I have free weights and yoga with some other at home exercises. Which SUCKS if you didn't know that. I'd really LOVE to join the Y or even get an elliptical or treadmill for our house.. 

but nope that's on the list of crap for later while other expenses come first. 

To be honest... being an adult sucks. 

It sucks big time, really. A house, bills, responsibility-- 

Gah, can I just go back about 10 years and be at home, in high school?

Cause you know in high school losing weight was easy. Blah. 

As I exercise and feel like a goober, my 4 year old thinks she needs to do it too. 

It wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't amazingly awesome at it. Yoga is a cinch for her. 

She can do everything better than me and make it look like a breeze. 

And then there is everything else--

"Hey, look at me! I'm doing it too." 

Thanks kid- You're awesome and can do it 10x better than me... 

Now leave me alone to wallow in a puddle of self pitty.

Oh well, such is life. 

I'm on a mission so I'll keep at it and scowl at the skinny girls with no kids who think they are fat. 

LOL Just kidding (only a little)

Hey there you miserable bitch,

Now, no doubt this title can apply to me, you or somebody else. Honestly I think we all have been that miserable bitch at some point. Some people are just stuck in that miserable mode. I personally don't want to be seen that way. It is a little late in January BUT here's to a new me better me.