I mentioned in Cora’s Birth Story that Bug had bronchitis when his little sister was born.  This was sad for us… not only because our little guy was sick, but also because it meant that he couldn’t come to the hospital to meet her.  He didn’t get to meet her until she was already 3 days old.  Not having your whole family together is tough on a new Momma.  You know, hormones and all.  I might have shed a few tears because I missed my big boy so much.  I’d call him my little boy, but he would immediately correct me.  Now that we have a baby in the house, Bug is taking being a big boy very seriously.


Hubby & I feel incredibly lucky to have such a flexible son.  Part of this probably has to do with how we’ve raised him, and part is just his personality.  Part of it is also the fact that he loves his grandparents so very very much and feels so comfortable around them.  One of the main reasons that Hubby & I moved back to our hometown was because we wanted to raise our children near our families.  Both sets of our parents live within 25 minutes of us, and I’m not sure how we’d survive without them.

From the time Bug was a tiny baby, he’s spent a lot of time with his grandparents.  He sees both my In-laws and my parents at least once a week (they help with babysitting while I’m working) and oftentimes more than that.  He’s spent nights at both of their houses, both with and without us, on numerous occasion and naps often at both of their houses as well.  When my water broke with Cora, we were at my In-laws house.  Bug was already in bed, but we knew that he’d be totally fine if he woke up in the morning and we weren’t there.  He spent two nights and my In-law’s house and a night at my parent’s house.  My mom actually had to talk him into coming home on Tuesday to meet his baby sister… he was having so much fun at Grandma’s house that he didn’t want to leave.  She bribed him into the car with snacks.  Works every time.


By carting Bug between family houses so often over the last few years, not only is he comfortable in those environments, but it has helped make him flexible in just about any environment.  This is probably where is easy going personality comes in.  We can take him anywhere for the night and stick him on a random couch and as long as he knows it’s his bed for the night, he’s just fine.  He even had his first sleepover at a friend’s house a few months ago.  Well, it was a sleepover at his Godparents’ house with their kids.  As expected, Mr. Flexible did awesome.  Pretty sure he didn’t even notice that we weren’t there.

Point of this whole post: I’m proud of my Bug for being so flexible.  I hope that we can raise his little sister to be the same.


Instawhat Week of 6/9


Bugger’s 3rd birthday was last Sunday… woot!  We had a superhero party at the beach and had a grand ole time.  There will be an actual, for real post on the party later this week.  This is Bug wearing his pinata as a hat.  It is also my new favorite picture ever.  Silly boy.


Summer in Florida means that it is bright & sunny in the mornings and early afternoon with a rain shower rolling in around 4:00 or so.  Then it clears up for sunset.  Generally speaking.  Not this year.  Well, at least not for the last week of May and the first week of June.  Thanks to Tropical Storm Andrea, we had something like 10 straight days of grey skies and rain, rain, rain.  It felt like we were in Seattle, just way warmer.  It was depressing.  Bug and I spent some time playing in puddles because playing inside was no longer fun after so many days!


The upside of all that rain was 1) maybe the water table was raised enough to where we won’t have any water restrictions this summer and 2) my rain lilies are SO HAPPY.


Peanut butter jelly face!  This is how my son eats (and has always eaten) his sandwiches: he separates the two pieces of bread, scrapes all of the peanut butter off and eats it, scrapes all the jelly off and eats it and then eats each piece of bread.  This makes for a messy lunch.  And, also, a long lunch.


This wasn’t on my Instagram feed this week, but on my work’s.  Strawberry Napolean.  I’m sharing it here as a sneak peak for my next recipe post.  I’m photographing it at work today, so hopefully I’ll have it posted next week!  Talk about perfect summer dessert.  This, folks, is it.

The Grammys

I love watching the artists and celebrities in the audience singing along to the performances, especially when they are different genres.  There’s just something awesome about watching Keith Urban and Neil Patrick Harris totally getting into a Bruno Mars song, or the entire audience bopping their heads and smiling while Alicia Keys & Adam Levine performed “Girl on Fire.”  And, frankly, Alicia Keys totally deserves to have the likes of Bonnie Raitt and Adele getting into her performance, because that song is badass.

I like Kelly Clarkson.  I don’t really listen to much of her music, though her rendition of “O, Holy Night” is my absolute favorite.  Anyways, I just think she’s adorable as a person.  She always seems to be happy, smiley & positive and a good role model.  So, she wins a Grammy, and I’m telling Hubby on her way up to the stage these things I like about her.  Her & Miranda Lambert hug and their dresses stick together.  Kelly gets up to the mic and says, “I got stuck on Miranda Lambert — there’s a story in a song. For later. After alcohol.”  Hubby gives me a look.  But then she says, “Just kidding, children.”  Adorable.  Love her.

Jack White’s performance was a huge surprise for me.  I have long been aware of Jack White and his talents, and talented he is.  That being said, I have never really listened to his music.  I’m not sure why.  It’s not that I don’t like any of the numerous styles that he plays… I’ve just never picked up an album or downloaded a song.  Now, after that amazing, incredible, electrifying performance, I just may.  I don’t know how to describe it… just YouTube it and watch for yourself.

Okay, I’ll give ’em that the crazy light effect thing on Carrie Underwood’s skirt was different and innovative or whatever.  But I didn’t like it.  I thought it was distracting.  Apparently she gave an incredible performance.  I didn’t really hear it because I was so damn confused/focused on the dress.  Plus, that dress was beautiful all on it’s own.

Prince is and will always be weird, regardless of how incredibly talented he is.  I love that he made a public appearance to present at the Grammys, yet he didn’t speak any more than absolutely necessary (although he did mutter that he loves the song that won the category).  He also did his best not to touch Gotye &/or Kimba when presenting them with the award.  He did, at least, smile a little tiny bit when Gotye gushed about being presented an award by Prince and thanked him for being an influence on his music, which was kind of adorable on Gotye’s part.

Oh, Frank Ocean.  You are talented, but that performance was rough.  Not totally your fault, though.  Well, the pitchy parts were your fault, but the biggest problem was that the sound mix was not awesome and the keyboard way overshadowed your pretty voice.  You did a great job whistling.

Yay, Mumford!  Way to win Album of the Year for Babel.  My favorite part of that… Bonnie Raitt was the first to stand for them.  She beat them for best Americana album, which she totally deserved, so it was nice that she was quick to be supportive of their win.  She’s one of my favorites.  Classy lady.


Just about every month, Bug changes the way he says yes.  Like, literally changes the way he speaks it.  Here’s the rundown thus far:

  • “Yes”  Good.  Correct.
  • “Dope”  It sounded a lot like nope, and we could only tell the difference because he would nod when he meant yes.
  • “Yes”  Again, good.
  • “Jess”  Say this to yourself, but scrunch up your nose, drag it out and make yourself sound as pained as possible.  It didn’t matter if he said yes to a cookie, it sounded like every jess came from somewhere deep within an anguished soul.
  • “Yes”  Are you sensing a pattern?
  • “Yeah”  This is the current verbiage.  At first, it was cute.  Actually, it still is pretty darn cute.  However, I’m not sure that I’m okay with the casualness.  Not exactly polite, ya know?

**Side note:  This picture has nothing to do with this post.  It was just cute.  He HAD to wear these gloves to hold the ball.**

The funny thing about the whole yes thing is that he doesn’t really do this with any other words.  For example: no is always and has always been no… well… except for like 3 days last month where his no sounded like a dying cat.  Thank God that didn’t last long.

Here’s hoping that the pattern continues and “yes” will soon reappear.

Memorial Day

K, so I’m working today while a good majority of the country has the day off.  I have no complaints about that.  Sure, today is a good day for grilling and boating and sunshine and friends.  But, most importantly, today is a day to remember our soldiers.  The men & women who have given their lives so that ours could and can continue to be free.  The men & women who are still willing to give their lives so that we can grill and boat and enjoy sunshine and friends.  So, I don’t mind that I have to work today, because it gives me a chance to remember that I am allowed the opportunity to work a job that I love.

Also, I get off at 5 (early for me!) and get to grill out on the beach with family & friends.  Woot!  Happy Memorial Day!


I couldn’t come up with a good title.  Yo is all you get today.  Or, this week.  Here are my reasons excuses for not blogging this week”

  • My 30th birthday was Saturday.  Hubby threw me a kick-ass biker gang party.  Not what you think.  I am still recovering.  There will be a post about this.
  • Mother’s Day was Sunday.  Mother’s Day = busiest day of the year at work.  I am still recovering.  There will not be a post about this.
  • Bug & I are flying to Iowa this weekend (yes, Iowa) to visit my best friend Randi.  This week has included lots of little trips to the store to get things for our big trip… like snacks, stickers, Dramamine, nighttime diapers and the contact lens solution that I ran out of last night.  One trip should have sufficed, except for I am the biggest space cadet on the planet (yay mommyhood) and I forget things even when I make lists.  I should be packing at this very moment.  I will probably need a few days to recover from flying along with a toddler.  There will be a post(s) about this.

A lot of words are about to follow.  I feel like you needed that picture to prepare.

In other news, this morning was one of those lovely periods where Bug was testing every. single. limit.  Calmly saying, “No, we don’t fill-in-the-blank” a gajillion times in three hours is ohmygodsoexhausting.  “No, Eli, we don’t put our feet on the table” turns into barely touching a toe to the table, which totally still counts in Mommy’s book, which leads to threatening (calmly) time out, which leads toalmost touching a toe to the table with the most impish look you’ve ever seen (the look that screams “I’m not touching it, I’m not touching it, I’m not touching it!!”), which leads to Mommy ignoring the toddler, which leads to a different misbehavior.  Yay.

So, after our super trying morning… the one where Momma surprisingly kept her cool… we headed to the doctor’s office to check out a nasty cough that Bug’s been harboring for about a week.  For those that care (Great Nana, that’d be you), he just has a little respitory infection that would probably just work itself out.  But since we’re flying tomorrow, Dr. M. prescribed a Z-pak.  As we left, Bug really wanted to walk down the sidewalk the surrounds the office and touch the plants.  After a morning of him not being allowed to do anything he wanted to, a morning of hearing a lot of “no” and not a lot of “yes,” I decided to let him take his time.  Normally I scoop him up and put in right in the car, but I felt like he needed a minute to make the rules and decide where we were going.  Turns out he only needed like 5 minutes of that.  We talked about the leaves and flowers and what colors they were and how they grow.  He led me down the sidewalk and we played a little peek-a-boo around a bush.  And then, he was ready to get in the car.

We had to run a few errands after that and he was not only a very good boy, but a very fun boy as well.  We sang a lot, danced a lot, laughed a lot.  Mostly in the middle of Wal-Mart.  We had several strangers come up to us while we were eating lunch out to say what a well-behaved toddler he was being.  I wanted to say, “Well, you should’ve seen him this morning!”  Instead, I said thank you.  And Buggy said thank you, too.

I learned today that sometime you have to choose your battles and let the toddler make the rules.  It might just change the feeling of your whole day.

Love Where I Live

There is usually one day a week where I take Bug to school at 9 and then I don’t have to be at work until 4. Usually on those days I get as much housework done as possible.  Today, though, I decided to take advantage of where I live.  I dropped Bug off and went for a run by the beach.  I brought a book and a towel and plan to spend the next hour or so laying on the sand.  I might even stand up long enough to go for a swim.


In other news, I turn 30 tomorrow.  More on that later.

Dizzy Dragons

Can you see that happy little boy in that rapidly spinning dragon?  The dragon that was spinning faster than any other?  That’s my almost-2-year-old.  These are the rides that he prefers.  Sadly, this is pretty much the only ride he’s tall enough to ride.  His mother?  The one not in the picture?  She can barely even watch the Dizzy Dragons without wanting to yerph.  Suffice it to say that me and the teacups are NOT friends.

Also?  The ominous sky in the background?  Yeah.  Torrential downpour + Sarasota County Fair = Mudfest.

Do your kids like the crazy fast fair rides that make me vomit?  Do YOU like them?

Out to Eat

One of my favorite things to do as a family is going out to eat.  Due to my schedule and the fact that I work in a restaurant, we don’t go out very often.  Actually, we don’t even get to eat dinner as a family very often due to my schedule… especially during high season in Sarasota, when I’m lucky to be home by bedtime if I happen to be working during the day instead of at night.  From November – April, we probably only get to eat dinner together 3 nights a week, at best.

I do love to cook, and I love meals eaten together at home, but there is just something fun and special an spontaneous about deciding to eat out instead of cooking at home.  Obviously, I’m not talking about planned dinners out… you know, special occasions and whatnot.  I’m talking about it’s my day off, which is almost always a weekday, and Hubby comes through the door at 5:00.  I might have something planned for dinner or I might not, but one of us suggests going out to eat and we just go.  Well, we throw together a bag with entertainment for Bug… and a sippy cup… and then we wrangle him into shoes… and THEN we go.

We like to eat local, and I love that we can go eat somewhere by the water and it is bright and sunshiny the whole evening.  We get to sit and enjoy each other’s company without worrying about having to do the dishes or rushing through dinner because there’s still laundry to be folded and lunches to be packed and baths to be had.  When we all go out to dinner together, we can just sit and chat and laugh and focus on our little family.  We can expose Bug to food that we probably wouldn’t cook at home… even if he refuses to take a bite.

I love season… the restaurant is busy and that is when we make our money, after all.  But I look forward to the summer, when we switch up our schedules at work so that the day manager gets off at 6pm instead of 7:30 or 8.  I look forward to more evenings with my family.  More evenings out to eat.