fill in the blank friday

1.   My last haircut was      The week before we had Miss K...I decided that that would be a good time to get bangs!!

2.  My most daring hair moment was  when I was seven? and had my waist length hair put into beads...it took two days.

3.  A hairstyle I'd never be brave enough to try is       anything much shorter than my shoulders, I've had unfortunate experiences with bobs .

4.  I've always dreamt of being a (blonde, brunette or red-head)    definitely a red head like Pippy Longstockings or Mary Jane.

5.  My go-to hair do is       curly, curly, curly. There is absolutely no point in trying to fight it anymore...these days I only wear my hair straight if they do it at the salon. It used to take me two hours to straighten and it still never looked natural...that's time I'll never get back!!

6.  My biggest hair disaster was    relaxing my hair...I totally burned my scalp.

7.  A hairstyle I am dying to try is        I would love to wake-up with Beyonce bombshell hair.

8.  My best hair day was       the day that it got Mr. Awesome's attention ...it was the first thing he noticed in the airport that fateful day:)

9.  The worst hairstyle I ever had was   when I was 13, talking the hairstylist into giving me Drew Barrymore's little bob...she has about half the amount of hair I have and I was stuck with the oh so popular with the curly set "pyramid bob."

10.  My hair is       is the most comical morning hair that you will ever see...especially with the bangs, there's no telling what I'll wake up with

whirlwind weekending

What kind of trouble are you getting into this weekend? Miss K and I will be running a muck!! Saturday we'll be heading down to Portland to visit family, this little lady in particular...

my niece who is just three months older than Miss K...they're gonna be trouble!!

I'm also hoping to stop by this...

Little Winter

and maybe pick up some lovelies like...

Secret Pocket

and....

Mossiere

I'm also hoping that being strapped into her car seat for a couple hours doesn't send Miss K into a fit of hysterics and did I mention a birthday on Sunday too!!

Wish us luck and happy Friday!!

today i'm thankful for...

my diaper bag and other disasters

I've never been a purse girl...not because I don't love them or think they're pretty and not because there aren't some beautiful purses that I covet. I am not a purse girl purely because I am a Closet Purse Slob. It's like hoarding but on a micro scale; all my dirty little secrets reside in the dark crevasses of a purse. For years I have relegated purse use to an occasional, warranted treat, typically limiting myself to the much more manageable, yet still stylish, clutch. However now, dear friends, I have a Diaper Bag.

It's a lovely diaper bag that was a shower gift from my mom and unlike most diaper bags, it is relatively stylish, but like most diaper bags it is huge. It supplies me with more than enough space for my myriad of crap and the clincher is that I HAVE TO CARRY IT!!

When I first got it I thought, "I can keep this organized...I mean look at all these pockets, right?" Well let the hoarding begin!!!

contents as of yesterday:

five outfits

12 diapers

the whole costco size container of baby wipes

enough receipts to paper mache a pinata

clippers

thermometer

a half eaten old-fashioned donut (still in the bag, but stale and inedible)

five packs of pulverized saltines (from lunch with the grandparents)

my clutch

my phone might be in there (it's currently MIA)

two Pilot G2 extra fine point pens (cause they're awesome)

emergency formula, liners and a bottle

the flip camera

the regular camera

camera charger

her hair brush

two bibs that never seem to make it on

and....an Almond Joy wrapper

Now, this is how I know I have a problem: when someone offers to grab something out of the bag, I panic. My response is frantic and apologetic and I am just short of screaming "NOOOOOOOOO!!!! You may not come back." Just the thought of someone going in there horrifies me. Doesn't this sound like one of those crazy Hoarders...I know I don't need all that stuff. I just need a diaper clutch and we can save the DB for overnight trips.

I feel so much better having come clean!

12 faces for 12 weeks

I love this kid!!

thanksgiving...the best holiday around

It is no secret that I love to eat (I should say we love to eat), so it just makes sense that the holiday with the most delicious spread would be my favorite. I am thankful for Thanksgiving and absolutely giddy with anticipation. So in honor of the best holiday ever, I'm going to post something I'm thankful for every day in November. I hope to encourage a spirit of thankfulness just in time for these beautiful fall colors to turn into the starkness of winter...here goes (my backlog):

what are you thankful for?

i let her cry

So Miss K has had an eventful past few days and it seems as if every time she goes down for a nap we end up having to go somewhere, or she's fallin' asleep on either me or Mr. Awesome and just putting her down wakes her up or she gets a little spook and those flailing arms wake her. There's also the fact that she's worried she might miss something so she literally fights taking a nap. I know for a fact that she has not gotten enough sleep these last few days because her normal amicable moods have been very short-lived. So what's a momma to do?

Well there are people who live on both sides of the "just let them cry" debate. I myself believe that initially with a newborn there is nothing wrong with you responding to every little sniffle or cry...they just don't understand yet that they have you wrapped around their little finger. However, at what point do they get it? These past few days I have felt like I've hindered more than helped Miss K in getting some much needed Zzz's so when her 10 o'clock nap rolled around and the usual methods did nothing to get her to sleep but instead increased her level of fussiness and eye rubbing; I knew what I had to do. One more quick once over...

1.) check her diaper...it was clear
2.) give her a little boob action...not interested
3.) shush and walk...are you kidding me
4.) check her temp...no really, what if she was sick and I was just missing something...but nothin'

so I laid her down, covered her up and let her cry. Now, mind you, I couldn't just leave the room. I just couldn't. So she cried. She cried so loud my ears started to ring and for those twenty minutes I questioned whether I was the worst mom in the land. I certainly looked the part, but that's a whole other issue. For a solid 22 minutes she cried and I wanted to cry and then suddenly it was just silent. like someone had just come in and pressed STOP on the screaming baby track. Maybe I haven't scarred my child. Maybe this was the right thing to do...the fact that I knocked over a clock on my way out of the room without so much as a twitch from my little one makes me think...maybe I'm kind of awesome and maybe this won't be the first time I'll have to do what's right for her and we both aren't going to like it.