Monday, March 31, 2014

Aniston's Tinkerbell Party

We celebrated Aniston's birthday yesterday with friends and family!  We had so much fun!

This year, Aniston asked for a Tinkerbell party.


My cousin, Angela, made a gorgeous cake!  She is so talented!  (She made the cake for last year's party, too, and the cake and tutu for the first birthday cake smash pictures.)




Of course, you can't have a Tinkerbell party without pixie dust.





When Aniston blows on anything, she pokes her lips out like this.  It's hilarious.



She had a great party, and was so excited--and wild!--the entire time....and for a looong time after it was over!  

Party Sources
Banner: Party City
Tissue Balls: Party City

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Aniston is Three!

Dear Aniston,

Sweet girl, today you are three years old.  Three!  I can't believe it.  Where is our time going?


 You are an absolute joy.  Your daddy and I can't get enough of you, and we love you more than you will ever know.  You are the center of our world.  We are so, so blessed to be your parents!

You are a sassy little thing.  This gets you in trouble sometimes.  Your daddy and I often have to turn away so you won't see us laugh.  You're quick to put your hands on your hips, stick out your lips, and point your finger as you give your opinion.


You have such a big personality.  You warm up quickly to anyone, and are the first to put on a show.  You are a ham, and we love that about you. 

You're sweet and caring.  You want everyone to be "okay" and get worried if you think someone isn't.  You love to play doctor and pretend to make us (and the schnauzers) 'better'.


You've inherited the procrastination skills your Aunt Kesha and I have worked on perfecting for years.  "In a minute," is one of your favorite phrases, especially when I ask you to pick up toys.

You have a temper at times, and can throw a tantrum with the best of them.  We're working on this.

In some ways, it seems like you were born just yesterday.  In other ways, it seems like you've always been here.  That's how it often is with the best things in life, you know.


You are the most amazing little girl, and I am so blessed to be your mommy. 


You are our dream come true, and we love you so very much. 

Friday, March 21, 2014

Five on Friday



I'm linking up with Christina today. 

{One}
I am now gallbladder-less.  I had surgery last Wednesday (3/12).  I haven't blogged since then because everything has been hard--including thinking.  I went into the surgery thinking it wouldn't be a big deal, but the recovery has been kind of difficult.  I'm ready for this to be over.

{Two}
Our subscriptions to Netflix, Amazon Prime, and Hulu have definitely been used lately.  Last week, I couldn't watch anything with much of a storyline, so I caught up on all the episodes of The Tonight Show I had missed.  (Remember how I said it was hard to even think?)  This week, thinking has been a little easier, so I moved on to catching up on Grey's Anatomy.  I caught up in the span of two days, which is a little sad considering I had stopped watching in the middle of last season.  But it's okay. 

{Three}
I haven't worn real pants since last Tuesday.  There's something to be said for being able to wear yoga pants every day.  I'm kind of dreading breaking my streak.

{Four}
I have spent too much money on Etsy in the last week and a half.  When you have tons of time and aren't able to do much of anything, online shopping happens.  (Sorry, B, it's a fact of life, I'm afraid.)

{Five}
I am over winter.  Over it.  We've had great spring weather for the last few days, but snow is in the forecast for early next week.  Snow.  Seriously?  Go away, winter.

Have a great weekend, y'all!

Friday, March 7, 2014

Friday Confessions



If there has ever been a week worthy of confessing, it's this one.  Mercy, I'm glad it's over and can only hope next week is better!

1. During Christmas, our Elf on the Shelf was the most unimaginative elf in the history of the North Pole.  If he flew back to the North Pole, and that was a big if, he always turned up the next day in another not-so-interesting place. He didn't do anything fun or exciting.  On Christmas morning, I realized he was still stuck in the tree and quickly grabbed him and threw him in the medicine cabinet. I forgot about the elf until this week when I opened the cabinet. Aniston happened to be standing behind me and yelled, "Roley Poley! Is that Roley Poley?!"  Oops.

2.  Everything that comes into our house that can be named (new stuffed animals, her rocking horse from Christmas, etc.) is given the name Roley Poley.  I have no clue why.

3.  This week has been a ridiculous mess. We need a do-over on March. The first seven days haven't been the best.

4.  For a couple of months now, Aniston has asked for a Tinkerbell birthday party.  This morning, she randomly told me that she didn't want a Tinkerbell party anymore, she wanted a mermaid party instead.  Uh, no.  Sorry, chick, but we're too far in to switch now. 

5.  I considered giving up complaining for Lent, but thought better of it.  (You're welcome, B.)

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

And It's Only Tuesday

It has been a long week.

And it's only Tuesday.

My gallbladder hates me.  I've known this for awhile now (like, oh, seven years or so), but I've always been able to avoid certain foods (sour cream and onion chips and Little Caesars pizza, if you're wondering) and it was fine.

Well, it's no longer fine.  I can't predict what will cause pain anymore.  Last week I had an appointment with my primary care physician.  He referred me for an ultrasound and then to a surgeon.  I met with the surgeon yesterday afternoon.  There's no choice, and there's no waiting (not even until spring break)--my gallbladder has to be removed.  We scheduled it for next Wednesday.

I came home and had a nice night with Aniston.  (B's band was recording a demo.)  We ate dinner, played, visited with my parents for my mom's birthday, and then went to bed.

She woke up at 1:24 with a stomach virus.  Lovely.

(Confession: I have a huge fear of stomach viruses.  I'd say it's a borderline phobia.  I kid you not.  I'm terrified.)


B walked through the door at 1:30.  Nothing quite says "Welcome home, honey!" like a panicking wife and sick, crying almost-three-year-old.  I'm pretty sure he wanted to turn right around and walk back out, but, to his credit, he didn't. 

Needless to say, it has been a rough time.  I'm a planner, and things haven't been going according to plan lately.  I was a little frustrated this morning, and running a little low on mommy virtue. 

(I prayed about it, by the way.  Prayer always helps...even when I think God is probably hiding a smile at my simple-minded but earnest pleas.) 

(I'm proud to report that prayer did, in fact, change things and I made it through it.  I am now convinced that I  could probably could might be able to handle another child one day with my stellar parenting abilities.)

Anyway, while I was having a "woe is me" moment this morning and feeling pretty sorry for myself, I checked Twitter.  There was a prayer request and blog link for a little boy who needs a miracle.  After that, I thought about families I know who've lost a child recently.

And, suddenly, I realized that my problems aren't really so terrible at all.

Aniston recovered quickly and is back to her normal, happy self.  My gallbladder is a problem, but one that can be solved with routine outpatient surgery. 

So, instead of complaining anymore today, I'm going to count my blessings and pray for Ben and those families.

I hope you'll do the same. :)