fashion friday: diy attempt

 Okay, so we all know by now I am not so much a crafty person (scrapbooks stay away!!!), but when it comes to fashion, I really wish I was. So when I saw Maegan's DIY shirt/vest thing, I was relieved that finally there was something I could actually attempt! All I needed were scissors and a t shirt, and that, I was thinking I could handle.

Surprisingly I didn't mess it up, and I was actually pretty happy with the results! I thought for sure Jimmy would know that I had made it, but when he got home he mentioned how cute it was, and was shocked when I told him I had made it all by myself. I felt like a 4 year old showing off my arts and crafts.

So, here it is. My version of Maegans DIY.

I should start calling my Fashion Friday posts, 101 ways to wear a Hanes tank...

So, the skirt is thrifted and it's huge on me, I actually wore it when I was pregnant with Chloe. Hence the belt, which is from Forever 21.

Shoes: Steve Maddens from TJ Maxx

Necklaces: Chain- doubled up, thrifted. The other one is from etsy and has my babies first initial on one side, and their birthday on the other.

Okay, now it's your turn! If you have a fashion related post from today or this week and you want to share, link up here!

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"

freaking a! kind of a day

I'm not one to complain on my blog, (ya right), but let me just tell you that today was a Freaking A! kind of a day.

First of all, I don't quite know what is going on with my 4 year old, but someone needs to come to my house and set him straight. Because apparently, I don't seem to have that skill.

What's odd (and annoying), is that he's at his best when he first wakes up...at 6 am in the freaking morning! He's super cute, sweet, polite, loving....all the things you could possibly want in a child.

And then the hours tick by, and with each click of the second hand the sweetness drains out little by little.

The first half of the 4's were amazing. I was totally wrapped around his little finger singing his praises...second half of four. Mmm ya, not so much.

Now imagine all that fun, and add in an adorably sweet little 9 month old girl who refuses to nap.

I mean, she's sweet and all, but dang it if Mommy doesn't get a moment to herself in the day!!! How's a girl supposed to catch up on reality tv and her blog for goodness sake?

Now listen, I love my kids, okay? They're freaking cute, and they have the sweetest hearts and smiles that will melt your heart....

But.

You know. You know, right?

Anyway, back to my day. Today was kinda typical of the last few weeks, so you wanna a little peek?

6 am: Happy perky children bounce and crawl around the house, while I lay on the couch lifeless and dull trying to peel my eyes open enough to make sure they don't break anything.

8 am: Whining begins from the baby. Taylor begins to break down juuuuuust a little. Still attempting to open my eyes at this point long enough to open a can of diet coke so that I can get my motors running.

9 am - Lay Chloe down for her first "nap." Whining and crying begin. Attempt to get Taylor involved in some sort of activity so that mama can get her sweat on. (P90X)

9:15 - 11 am - Pause the workout every 15 minutes to keep Taylor occupied and/or check to see if Chloe has pooped which should be the ONLY reason she is still awake.

11 am - Get Chloe up from a 'no nap' nap.

11 am - 1 pm: "Stop whining, no crying, no, yes, okay, I'm coming to wipe your bootie, just a second I'm changing a poopy diaper....lunch, eat your food, I'm setting the timer, hurry up it's almost quiet time." As well as playing, snuggling and lots of hugs and kisses, of course.

1-3 pm: "Quiet time" which consists of anything but quiet. Lots of getting out of bed, tears, whining, crying, pooping, playing, and "Is quiet time over yet?" every five minutes. Attempted blogging, reading, tearing my eyes out.

3-5 pm: Walmart, Thrift Stores, or any other place where screaming, whining, no napped kids blend right in.

5 pm: Daddy comes home. Praise Jesus.

See how the day just flies by? If you don't have kids, you totally should. Because it is just so much fun. So much freaking fun!

You will absolutely love it.

Okay, now I must get to bed so that we can do it all again tomorrow.

P.S. You may or may not have noticed that a shower was not included in my "typical" day. Just so you know, that was absolutely intentional.

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"

things i love

I think it's time for another Things I Love post...Enjoy!

Hot Pink Nail Polish

Soooo cute on fingers and toes...especially in the summer months when you're looking a little tan.

Aimee Allen

Just discovered her from another blog, and I instantly went on iTunes and bought the CD. Every single song is a good one! Love her!

Praise Baby DVD's

I don't know why this seems to work on my kids better than Baby Einstein, but it does! I'm telling you, the world stops when I put on any one of these DVD's. I bought them when Taylor was a baby and it was the only time (other than when I played Black Eyed Peas) that Taylor would stop crying. Now, with Chloe, when I want to take a shower or get things done, I just pop in the movie and she sits still the entire show. It's like magic.

Sisters

{Malia, Heather, me, Brittany}

After spending a week back home in Washington, I got a good dose of sister time, and every day since I've been back I have been missing them more than ever.

Envirokidz Crispy Rice Bars

I've been gluten free for just about a month now and I have been on the search for something sweet to satisfy my cravings. Since I have the taste buds of a child (think mac n cheese, cheese pizza, plain cheeseburgers, etc) these bars have been hitting the spot. They make being gluten free so much easier. Well, these and peanut butter M&M's. Yum!

Camelbak Water Bottles

I've had this now for about 6 months or more, and I love it more than any other BPA free water bottle I've used. So easy to drink from, and super easy to wash!

There, I think I've given you enough to shop for.

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"

the bachelorette: blah, blah, blah

Every season I say I'm over it for one reason or another, and this season is no different. And yet, I continue to watch. And sadly, I may even continue next season.

So, this last episode...eh. Not such a big shocker. (Especially for me, since every season since Season 1, I google the results before I watch the show.)

But, I did feel sooo bad for Kyptyn. What a bummer to say you love someone for the first time, then get dumped right afterwards.

That's really gotta suck. He must have left brokenhearted or something. Poor guy.

Moving on...

Then Reid decided to come back.

He never had a chance driving up in a minivan.

But seriously. Why are all the men coming back for her? I never had that kind of pull on my ex's. Well, okay, I did. I'm just trying to modest. (I wish)

Poor Reid.

Poor Jillian.

He's going to now be in the back of her mind forever and she's always going to wonder 'what if.' And then one day, we're going to be watching the After After After the Rose Special, when her and Ed are 80, and she's going to tell Ed she made a mistake.

(He said he wanted her to give him a hard time when they're 80 years old...)

And then they're going to bring out Reid and she'll ask him for a second chance.

I've seen this before.

Anyway.

She chooses Ed.

Um, ya hello?!?

Who wouldn't want the guy you can share your short shorts with?

Who is also basically Denny from Greys Anatomy.

Either way. Hope they're happy together. And like she said, "He better not *beeping* disappoint me." wink wink. We all know what that means.

Sorry, just wanted to end on a hot note.

And so concludes The Bachelorette. Wasn't it soooo (to be said in a Canadian accent) much fun?!? The funnest wild ride, ever?!? (her words, again.)

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"

the iPhone:it helps you lose weight

So this weekend was all about the phones.

Here's the thing about Jimmy and me, it's that we can both tend to get obsessive. Especially me, and especially when I am going to be spending a big chunk of money.

I tend to overanalyze, over research, and over think. I ask everybody around me. I ask people I don't know, out and about and online. I even check in to ask God what he thinks. But being that he can often be the silent type, I more or less check in.

Anyway, to make things short...

We went in and got new blackberries and we thought we were so cool. Until we got home and started playing around with it, then quite quickly, our smiles turned to frowns.

The texting was hard to do. The videos weren't even clear enough to see what was going on, every app took a ton of time to load, and more than a million times the phone froze. And we were like, uh uh, no way!

Very quickly our minds drifted to the iphones....and then it was no going back.

After 24 hours of complete over the top obsessing, we packaged up our blackberries, and I sent Jimmy off to do the dirty work of returning them.

Once he got home, we ran as fast as we could to the heavenly white mac store and proudly purchased our brand spanking new iphones.

So, now you must be wondering. How does the iphone help you lose weight?

You can't put it down.

Ever.

I have sat here glued to my baby, who will soon be named, because he is ever so precious to me...and because I love him and can't leave his side, I therefore cannot for a moment stop to think about eating. Not even for chocolate. Mmmm, okay...maybe not that far.

I almost even forgot to blog. I know! I know, now close your mouth.

And now that I am blogging, it's about my baby...my other man. He's taking me away from my husband, from my computer, from YOU, from food...

So you see?

If you've been needing to lose weight, then the iphone is the way to go.

As always, I'm here to help.

Now excuse me, I have more weight to lose.

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"

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friday fashion: i'm seeing dots

It's Fashion Friday!!!

Today's outfit is courtesy* of TJ Maxx & Sally's (Salvation Army, or otherwise known as 'my thrift store'), FitFlop & other random stores...

This jacket I'm so so loving. I found it at Sally's for just a few bucks. It had some awful shoulder pads that I ripped out, and suddenly it became perfect.

The red shirt is a gem from TJ Maxx, which I just bought a couple of weeks ago. So, if you love it, they might still have it.

And of course, what outfit wouldn't be complete without a white Hanes tank top underneath? This is absolutely a staple in my closet. Well, that and a padded bra. But, you probably didn't need to know that. Although, if you are thinking about birthing kids, you should know this may become a staple in yours one day as well. And if you already have kids, then you know this already, am I right?

My shorts are super old, I've had them almost 5 years, so I have no idea where those came from. Same for the necklace and the ring.

And my sparkle sandals that I love, are the FitFlops I told you about. Super cute and way comfy. I'm not too sure they've been toning my butt and thighs, but they're fun anyway.

*Courtesy of does not mean they provided the outfit. Now if designers did want me to wear their clothes, I'm in no way opposed to that, and I would be more than happy to say the outfit is Sponsored By...You know, just throwing that out there.

So, if you have a fashion related post from today or this week that you want to share with us, feel free to link it up here!

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"

p90x, bathing suits & mommy bloggers

I'm giddy about:

BATHING SUITS

First of all, thanks to all you amazing people who took the time to give me your opinions on the bathing suits!

As it is right now, (husband look away!), I may just get both. That way I can try them on and really see how they fit my bod. And if they both look amazing, well....(Jimmy, look away again, please)...then maybe I can keep both.

I can't have paparazzi photographing me in the same bathing suit twice, now can I?

It's tough being a well known mommy blogger. (In my mind)

Which leads me to this question...why hasn't the Today show called me yet?

As I watched this week for the first time (because my BFF Tori was hosting) and saw Al Roker and Kathy Lee Gifford make the show as awkward as possible, I found myself wondering..."Really? Don't they know me? Don't they know what I could add to their show? I'm not awkward. Much. And when I make an expression, people will know just what my emotion is! Imagine!

And if they don't actually want me to help host the show, maybe they could interview me. Ask me my opinion about drinking on the mommy job. Or what I think about how insane people are to have more than one or at most two kids. Or, or, or even, I could share how to make a cute outfit for under $30. You know that is valuable information in this economy.

I wonder this, because they had yo-yo-ers on the show on Monday. Yo-yo-ers.

I rest my case.

And then the other day they had mommy bloggers on, and somehow my invite must have been lost...because I didn't see me on there. I did however see Alice from Finslippy (whom I love!) and two other women that sat there and smiled...and I couldn't help but think...again, Oh the things I could share. I could tell Kathy that a computer is easy to turn on, I could tell Tori that food tastes amazing...I could tell Al to stick to the weather. I have valuable information, and they just don't know it...yet.

After I tackle momversation.com, I'll work on Today. Stepping stones.

(That wasn't "a giddy about"...it was just a side road I took with my thoughts. Hope you enjoyed the ride.)

I am giddy about:

P90X

I just have to share that I'm starting in on Round 2. I did the entire 90 days after I had Chloe, you know to lose the baby weight, and I loved it. I brought it. I was X'd. I was...well, if you don't watch it, you aren't getting those references...so I'll move on.

Anyway, once I finished, I had this bright idea to tempt fate and see if I could go back to the days of my youth and eat carbs, fast food, chocolate cake, and loads of cereal, all without losing any benefits of my hard work.

The answer to that is, no.

As Jimmy reminded me...we aren't in our 20's anymore. (He also one accidentally called me big boned. But I am definitely saving that story for an entire post to itself!)

So, I have made the decision to go for another 90 days. I took my before pictures and measurements, and am embarking on the road to getting back on track.

Okay, so that last part was kind of boring, and while getting back in shape makes me giddy, writing about it and actually doing it, does not.

Sorry to have bored you. They can't all be winners.

Tomorrow is Fashion Friday, and if Mr. Linky is working you are more than welcome to share your own fashion related posts as well.

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"

temper tantrums: speaking of guilt

I just tweeted this the other day...

But some of you aren't on Twitter. Some of you have lives and leave your house and don't feel the need to 'tweet' every random passing thought so that people know you still have thoughts and are still alive even though you have to stay home for naps every two hours...

For those of you, I will share what you are missing out on.

So, speaking of guilt trips...

So, it all started because Tay was acting in rare form after Jimmy got home from work. And when I say acting out, I mean he was screaming at the top of his lungs and kicking his arms and legs in the middle of our apartment complex. Kinda like this:

or even this:

Anyway, he had gone to check the mail with his dad, and on the race back, his neighbor friend was beating him. But, by the sound of things, Jimmy was abusing him right there in the middle of the commons area of this high class Apartment Complex. (not so high class...but I like to tell myself so.)

As I ran to the window, I think I may have seen every neighbor peeking out their windows with their cells phones ready to call CPS. Or I may have seen it in my mind, either way, I quickly closed my blinds and considered locking the door to act as though that didn't belong to me.

He then spent a good amount of time, after a spanking, in the bathroom continuing the insane behavior, of which I can only assume he learned while watching The Exorcist. (I'm sure he'll appreciate me likening him to that movie time and time again when he's older. But really, there is no other better comparison.)

Long story short, because there is no need to put you through all the stress we went through that night...this behavior was repeated minor event after minor event. And as if CPS hadn't been called enough that night, he continued to get spankings and continued to scream.

*Note to self, spankings don't work.*

*Another note to self, not a fan of the phrase 'note to self'*

Finally, at the last and final discipline of the evening, he sobbed hard into his daddy's arms and wailed...

"Why do you always make me cry, Daddy? Why?!? I just love you!"

Ya, so um....about those guilt trips....

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"

the bachelorette: the men tell all

Oh I was so looking forward to this one, and all I got was man code talk? Seriously?

Not to mention, we got to see Jason and Molly who are so yesterday I almost forgot who they were. But, I was blown away when Jason said something to the effect of..."You can't mess with fate! I did what I had to do and if everybody wants to be mad at me for doing something that allowed everybody to be happy in the end, then I'll be that guy."

Let me just say, fate does not okay you cheating on your fiance and then dumping her on national tv. I've been cheated on, and yes I am now happy, but I still have residual issues (see past blogs) due to that pain.

So you can take your fate and....

Moving on.

Let me just say...Reid wasn't on tonight, because he is coming back. (I wrote that before they showed him at the end, BY THE WAY! Check my tweets for proof!) I have no sources. I know nothing. I am just saying what is in my heart. My heart hasn't led me wrong before. Oh except for the one time I told the truth and that one guy couldn't forgive me. Come on now, WE WERE ON A BREAK!!!!

Where was I? Somehow I keep making this about me. What was I saying about not being in therapy? Maybe I should rethink that.

Jake, Mr Perfect...he said hell and other bad words tonight to prove he's not perfect. I bet he went home and washed his mouth out with soap as soon as it was over.

Michael...He is amazing. Love him. Jimmy is a bit concerned about that. He asked me if he could say anything wrong. And the answer to that is no, he can't.

The bloopers were pretty funny, but mostly the one when Ed farts. And when Ed was drunk. Most things involving Ed actually.

So...that's about all I have to say about that.

Now, stay tuned for the most dramatic final rose ceremony, EVER!

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"

guilt trips and therapy

I've talked before about my issues.

While I have many scapegoats to blame those on (don't worry, I'm not naming names...today anyway)...for the sake of time, I'm just going to focus on one today.

We'll start with guilt trips.

You know, as familiar as I am with guilt trips, I have to say, I don't love them.

I also have to say, since I'm being honest here, that it would be quite nice if I didn't constantly feel like I have to say, "Look at me! Look at what I did! Remember this hobby of mine? Ya, I really enjoy it, and shouldn't you be interested in it if only for that reason? Oh, you lost the website address....again?"

It's tough having someone like this in your life. It's tough trying so hard to be enough, but never quite measuring up. It's really tough paying for the therapy that comes it all.

Kidding. I'm not in therapy. At the moment anyway.

Now, I don't know if any of you are lucky enough to have such a person around...but I'm guessing with the mental stability of most people out there...you have at least one. And you might just be as humbled as I am because of it.

See, there is a silver lining in everything. We children of guilt trips, we're humble folks, aren't we?

When I got married, it was amazing to have someone who didn't make me feel bad in the moments when I didn't measure up.

When I made a mistake, or hurt his feelings, strangely the world didn't come to a stop.

And I came to realize, I didn't need to belittle myself anymore in hopes that it would stop him from doing it first. I didn't need to, because there was no belittling.

There was no competition.

There was no guilt.

There was only love and acceptance.

He revels in my accomplishments, he takes pride in my work. Even though, most times, I have to say, "Aren't you so proud of me?"

To which he responds sincerely, "Oh yes, baby, I totally am."

(I'm needy, I admit it. Why do you think I have a blog?)

How I was able to make such a mature decision in choosing someone to love forever at such a young age, is beyond me. But, I am so thankful for him and the others in my life who have been more influential than even therapy could have achieved.

But, alas, I'm still me. I'm still slightly a product of my past, touched by events and people, good and bad.

I just have to remember...it's not about them. I am outside of their dysfunction. I have to do the things I love for me. Not for anybody else.

If they notice, if they love it as well...that's just a bonus.

If they don't, at least I'm happy.

And poof...I just cured us all from the guilt trippers in our life.

Your welcome.

(And tomorrow, we will not be so heavy. I promise to lighten the load!)

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"

fashion sunday, swimsuit Help

So the mom in me is saying I need a one piece option as far as swimwear goes. Well, to be honest, it's the stomach pooch that is speaking a little louder, forcing me to listen up.

I think I have it narrowed down to two...but I need advice and quick!

Which one do you like better?

This cute ruffle tankini from The ModBod, but in black:

Or this polka dot one piece from Retro Dress, only in black with white dots.

Here's my thought process. The ruffles hide the tummy pooch quite well, especially on a day where I've consumed much to much chocolate or other said junk items.

But on the other side...the polka dot one is so retro and different. I just worry about my pooch.

Decisions, decisions.

Help a girl out, would ya?

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"

it's not about me

I've shared before that I am a classic case middle child. Most of my life, I was like, HEY! WHAT ABOUT ME! And then I had actions to go with it.

As an adult...I am starting to figure out just a little that, woah mama! Stop the bus....you mean, it really isn't all about me?!?

Anyway, I just recently read something pretty profound and I wanted to share. I guess I thought it would be good Sunday reading.

My Struggles are About Him

by Max Lucado

What about your struggles? Is there any chance, any possibility, that you have been selected to struggle for God's glory? Have you "been granted for Christ's sake, not only to believe in Him, but also to suffer for His sake" (Philippians 1:29)?

Here is a clue. Do your prayers seem to be unanswered? What you request and what you receive aren't matching up? Don't think God is not listening. Indeed he is. He may have higher plans.

Here is another. Are people strengthened by your struggles? A friend of mine can answer yes. His cancer was consuming more than his body; it was eating away at his faith. Unanswered petitions perplexed him. Well-meaning Christians confused him. "If you have faith," they said, "you will be healed."

No healing came. Just more chemo, nausea, and questions. He assumed the fault was a small faith. I suggested another answer. "It's not about you," I told him. "Your hospital room is a showcase for your Maker. Your faith in the face of suffering cranks up the volume of God's song."

Oh, that you could have seen the relief on his face. To know that he hadn't failed God and God hadn't failed him--this made all the difference. Seeing his sickness in the scope of God's sovereign plan gave his condition a sense of dignity. He accepted his cancer as an assignment from heaven: a missionary to the cancer ward.

A week later I saw him again. "I reflected God," he said, smiling through a thin face, "to the nurse, the doctors, my friends. Who knows who needed to see God, but I did my best to make him seen."

Bingo. His cancer paraded the power of Jesus down the Main Street of his world.

God will use whatever he wants to display his glory. Heavens and stars. History and nations. People and problems.

Rather than begrudge your problem, explore it. Ponder it. And most of all, use it. Use it to the glory of God.

Through your problems and mine, may God be seen.

From

It's Not About Me

© (Thomas Nelson, 2007),

Max Lucado

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"

fashion friday

Finally, I decided to take off the cozies and get dressed for Fashion Friday. You should feel special. As you know I've been on my death bed with the summer cold, but for you, Fashion Friday will. not. suffer.

I promised to show you some of my thrift store finds, so here are just a few. I'm saving the rest for another post.

First off we have the black baby doll dress. {Which I will most likely wear with jeans.}

The belt is also from my thrift store, $2.

The shoes are from TJ Maxx. 16 bucks. I wanted these in the Louboutins, but every pair I got fit weird, so I had to send them all back. But more than anything, I loved the look, not so much the name on them, so I was so excited when I saw them in Washington!!!

The black fringe purse, 20 bucks, is also from TJ Maxx. I freaking love.

Next up is the vintage polka dot dress:

I took the belt off and used it for a headband, then wore a red belt from an old dress instead.

The shoes are from Ross, Madden Girl, $20.

Finally, my casual look:

I love this shirt, it's so cozy and cute. Just $3 from my thrift store.

The belt is so old I can't even remember where I got it or how much it was.

My purse and shoes, also from a thrift store...I lysol the heck out of shoes for a month before I wear them. I guess I feel the need to share that disclaimer so I'm not feeling too gross. {Don't judge me! We're in a recession!!!}

And that about wraps up my Fashion Friday.

If you have something fashion related on your blog today...please share!

***By the way, if you've been looking for my followers gadget because you are dying to follow my blog...it's at the very bottom of the page. =) Glad I could help.***

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"

curing separation anxiety

Watch out!

This is now my second blog post for Momversation.com!

Go check it out, it's all about curing separation anxiety.

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"

my life as a musical

I love musicals.

Love them like a piece of chocolate cake with fudge icing. When I sit in a theatre, or in front of a movie screen, and life is put to song and dance, I feel giddy like a teenager with her first crush.

You know how t.v. shows always begin with a theme song, and then with each cast member their names are shown and the camera closes in on catching them in a frivolous act, and suddenly they stop and smile? So, when I was little, I thought maybe, just maybe there was a t.v. show about my life somewhere in the world, so every once in awhile I would stop and smile. At the invisible camera catching me while I brushed my teeth.

Even at a young age, I knew, life should always happen to a song.

As an adult, not much has changed. I mean, I do now know that I am not part of a secret tv show being filmed, but I do still think my life should not be without a song and dance attached.

My husband has learned this about me, and has even begun to submit to my ways.

For example....I'm trying to decide what to eat for dinner. I begin to hum a little diddy...

"I'm so hungry...oh so hungry....life is so hard when I don't know what to eat....

What, oh what should I be eating? I'm so hungry, life is hard..."

And then if I'm really into the moment, jazz hands get thrown in, and I sing it in falsetto and hope Jimmy will join in. It took some time, but now he does. Although, in case his friends are reading...not really. But really, he does.

"I don't know Summer, I don't know Summer, I don't know what tell you to eat. Please relax though, just relax though, life is hard when you are hungry..."

Whatever, it's weird. I know.

But, since I don't have Broadway knocking on my door, I have to use my talent somehow.

Another way I make my life a musical is in the car, where I keep my collection of broadway show tunes. When I pop Chicago in the player, I become Roxy Hart. And I am not kidding. I am really Roxy Hart. I've even had people pull up next to me and mouth, "Roxy? Is that you?"

And I shake my head in complete modesty, and say, "No no, but your not the first to make that mistake."

One last way I make life a musical in in the moments that call for a well known song. You know where somebody unknowingly says a line like, "Please, don't go." And you can't help (by you I mean me) but belt out, "Please don't go girrrrrllllll...."

Ya, so I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this other than I thought why not share some totally and utterly weird and embarrasing about myself.

So, there you go. Mock me...just make sure to do it in song.

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"

why boys need their daddies

This story comes via Jimmy...and I just have to say, I'm glad it came from him, because I wouldn't have been able to, #1 answer it the right way, or #2 taken it to the places Jimmy did.

So, being sick and all I had a dying wish to eat a lot of Honeycombs last night, so I sent the boys to the store. On the way, the following conversation took place:

Taylor: Dad, what is that ball where the poop comes out?

Jimmy: What ball? Do you mean the hole in your butt where the poop comes out?

T: No, this ball...(with his hands down his pants)

J: Oh, thats a part of your penis.

T: What is it for?

J: It's to help make babies.

T: Make babies? In my tummy?

J: Yes, but not in our tummies. It helps to make babies in mommy's tummy. Well, mine helped make babies in mommy's tummy, and then someday when you're an adult, yours will help make babies in your wife's tummy.

T: Life?

J: No, wife.

T: What a wife?

J: Like Mommy is my wife, and when you're an adult you can get married too.

T: Why do people get married?

J: Well, people get married when they love each other, and they want to live together and have babies.

T: I don't want to get married.

J: You don't have to. When you're an adult, you can decide.

T: I just want to live with you dad. I want to keep living with you.

J: Okay.

And that was the end of that. From balls that poop comes out of to making babies and getting married.

This is exactly why boys need their daddies.

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"

the bachelorette

In case you are wondering what goes through my mind while I watch The Bachelorette, here are just a few from last night...

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Reasons why Jillian bugs me:

Reason #1 - She draws a heart in the sand with her initial and a question mark.

Reason #2: She asks questions to herself in interviews and answers them. (Thanks to Malia for pointing this out!)

Such as: "Is it okay that he's a jerk, no. Do I still like him, yes. Is it annoying that I ask questions simply to answer them myself, yes."

I'm just wondering...is Reid not good at expressing his feelings? Because he's only mentioned it 100k times.

And why are they constantly shoving food in their mouths in the midst of deep talks?

Did Ed forget his swim trunks and have to borrow Jillians instead?

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Really, it wasn't all that great of a night other than the fact that Ed was clearly having some issues, and Jillian had all the class in the world to bring it up. And by "it up" I mean "it wasn't up." Or something.

In the end, Reid went home, because Jillian likes to talk about feelings every ten minutes, and being that he is A GUY, he wasn't all into it.

Now it's between Kip and Ed...and I could really care less who wins in the end. I was actually hoping for Wes, just to keep some excitement in the game.

Next week is the Bachelors Tell All, which should be lots of fun.

And in the finale...some big confession is made.

Is it Reid coming back to say he loves her???

Is it Wes with a new song to sing?

Will you sleep not knowing???

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"

don't cry for me....my dear readers

Wait, hang on.

I need to cue the teeny tiny violin players...

Okay, I'm ready now.

Somehow, in the dead of summer, I am sick. Maybe it's the fact that I just flew on an airplane which is a pricey way of ensuring you get the latest bug, or maybe it's that I have two kids who also happen to be a pricey way of ensuring you get the latest bug....either way, I got it, and I'm not loving it.

I'm not the kind of girl who sucks it up and goes on with life. Oh no, I'm the middle child, the one who needs attention because all my life I was lost and forgotten. Therefore, my hand has been permanently attached to my forehead in a woe is me sort of way, and I have been tweeting my symptoms every ten minutes just in case people are keeping track. And I'm pretty sure they are.

So, here I lie on my bed of death, surrounded by tissues for snot, a computer for complaining, and a cell phone for those who are willing to be at my beck and call.

Yet, for you, my dear readers, I forced myself to pull it together. For you, I was willing to cheat death by cold, and write. Because on the chance that today is my last day to live, (can people die of a cold?), then I want you to remember that I loved you all.

So, don't cry for me, my dear readers.

The truth is, I'll never leave you....

Or something like that.

Okay, not sure if these tears streaming down my cheeks are from the cold of death or from the emotions of that song....regardless...it's a clear sign I'm losing my clarity of thought, and I should go and rest my weary head.

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"

i have a dream

I have a dream to be a regular on Momversation.com videos...but in the meantime, I'll accept the task of writing articles for their blog.

Check out todays written by moi:

How do you discipline your child in public?

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"

a writers mind

Sometimes I find that being a writer is tough.

In every moment, in every part of life, there are words. There are phrases. There are pictures and memories to be captured. And in that second, minute or hour, you aren't sure what will come of it. You just know, that it will eventually come.

And suddenly when you are brushing your teeth, running your errands, trying to sleep, it comes to you. The perfection of words. The puzzle peices of your thoughts are out of nowhere complete. And you feel as though if you don't stop right now and put it into writing, it will be gone. Poof. As quick as the moment may have been itself.

If you're lucky, it goes from the mind to the screen or paper as easy as you could ever hope. Other times, the connection between your mind and your hands is lost, and you are once again lost in thoughts swirling with words.

You wonder, are you losing your touch? The creativity, is it gone? Can you even write?

And yet, if you are truly a writer, a writer deep at heart...these questions will fade the moment you just do it. You just write. Something. Anything. Good or bad, you do it. And when you do it, you feel release. You feel complete. You feel whole and worthwhile.

Being a writer is tough.

And yet, I continue to grasp it so tight, each and every confusing and tiring moment it brings.

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"

bloggers i love

I just wanted to share a few of my favorite reads...

In case you're looking for something to do this weekend:

Decorating:

Absolutely Beautiful Things

Casapinka

Big Bloggers:

Girls Gone Child

Finslippy

Fashion:

Cupcakes and Cashmere

Rantings of a Fashion Addict

All things girl:

Lacey in Love

Life is Bananas

Reality TV:

Reality Roadkill

more to come next weekend...

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"

fashion friday

Being that I am still recovering from vacation, I haven't had much of a chance to get unpacked, let alone get dressed up for pictures.

Actually, it's Jimmy that is being too lazy to take them. Slacker.

But, I can't go another week without something fashion related....so I'm about to share my latest must have fashion items so that you no longer need to go without.

First up:

Hanes 3 pack of the white tanks

These are awesome because they layer so cute under anything and everything. And they're long, which I love.

Next up:

Fit Flops & Cobians

The Fit Flops are a new find, and I have to say I love them. I didn't think I could ever find a pair of flip flops that I would love as much as my black Cobians. But, now I have two go to pairs. I adore them both and they make my feet very happy.

Burts Bees Lip Shimmer

My sister Heather just turned me onto these, and already I'm hooked. Just enough color, moiturizing, and not at all sticky. So now the wind can toss my hair and I can still look sexy. I was having some problems with that before.

And that's about it for today, I have to save the rest of my secrets for another post.

Now if you have something fashion related to share, link up here!

Next week, I'm going to show off some of my thrift store finds. They're all cleaned and ready to wear!!! Fun fun!

© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"