I'm thankful Madi isn't a girl scout.

I just finished an entire box of girl scout cookies. Dulce de Leche ones in case you wanted to know.

Please judge me. Because if you do, it might make me feel guilty and I could spiral into an emotional eating frenzy and have to hunt those little devil boxes down again to indulge in another pack.

That is all.

The Capital D

Madi was just writing a letter to a friend of hers and she says to me: You know what a capital D makes me think of?

Me: What?

Madi: You when you got pregnant. No offense or anything. 

I guess none taken. At least she didn't say a capital D reminds her of me now. 

BURN!!

I picked the kids up from school today and we all pile into the car. Right away it's arguing, me asking them to stop, snatching, me LOUDLY asking them to stop, screaming, me screaming for them to stop, then my LEAST favorite...name calling! 

It's no surprise that I lost it.

Me: AAHHH!!! You guys are driving me NUTS! Stop it! STOP!! You are kind and smart and you're saying the smost stupidest things!

Madi: Smost?

Colt: (whispering to Madi) Did Mom call us stupid?

Madi: She said smost. I'm not sure what she means. Mom, what is smost?

Colt: So we're smost?

Me: Stop! I meant most.

Colt: So we're the most stupid?

Me: No, that's not what I said.

Madi: You said smost and that didn't make sense.

How did this conversation go from me doing the lecturing to me being lectured. Today has turned into a fail.

I'm not a cook.

Colt: Mom, when I get married, me and my girlfriend are gonna live with you.
Me: You really think so?
Colt: Yeah. And we're gonna have 3, maybe 2, or 1 kid. I'll let her pick.
Me: Hmm. Okay. Do you think that maybe you and your wife can build your own house? You can live next door to us.
Colt: Yeah. But what will I do for dinner?
Me: Ummm. Well, you guys can always come over. But you just have to go to your house when dinner is done.
Colt: Well, I'll make the dinner.
Me: You're coming to my house though, so I'll make it.
Colt: I just don't want you to burn dinner.

I'm clearly not doing a very good job being a stay at homer. FML.

Coffee Cup DIY

Have you seen this idea on Pinterest for drawing on coffee mugs? I have. AND I LOVE IT!

At this year's Galentine's Day (which you can read more about over at Visibly Moved ), me and the Gals decided to try it and make gifts for the husbands.

They each turned out great and Hans loved his. But after the first time that we hand washed the cup, the mustache that I drew was partially rubbed off.

So today I decided to take another go at it. Here is what I used:

I bought my coffee cup from the dollar store. Who doesn't have a Sharpie lying around? And I used a bread loaf pan for baking the cup in.

I touched up the areas on the mug that were rubbed off from washing. Set it in the pan and baked it at 450 for 30 minutes. Well...closer to 45 minutes because Tenley fell asleep on my chest and I didn't have the heart to move. 

Here's how the cup came out. I didn't re-do the entire mustache and I think that's why it came out really uneven. 

So I retraced and colored in the entire mustache. Put it back in the oven at 450 for 20 minutes.

Here's how he turned out. LOVE HIM!

I gave it time to cool down, cleaned it, and the marker hasn't rubbed off. So I'm putting this one down as a win. 

No Valentine for me.

Hans told me our very first Valentine's Day together, that he doesn't believe in Valentine's Day.

I thought he was stupid and we wouldn't last much longer.

But after nearly 10 years with him, I'm okay with the idea. Honestly, he spoils me every other day of the year, so if he wants February 14th off, I'm okay with that. Everything is overpriced that day anyhow.

As I walked up to my front door this evening after errands, I realized there was a 1-800-Flowers box at my front door. They were G.O.R.G.E.O.U.S red roses and calla lilies with a note that said, "Happy day before Valentine's Day."

He's great at making me smile.

The lengths we go.

How far would you go for your hungry 6 month old while you're stuck in traffic going 10-15 mph?

Would you ask your friend to drive so you can hop in the back seat to care for your baby?
I did.

Would you sit in the back seat, lean forward, pull your boob out, and nurse your baby while she was buckled into her car seat?
I did.

What the hell is my problem?? This child is taking me to new extremes. She's so mean sometimes and she owes me A LOT for what I do for her.