The hypochondriac

Stella is becoming a hypochondriac, that or she is just a drama queen. While I was vacuuming Sunday she must have scratched her arm. When I was done I noticed it, it wasn't bleeding and asked her how she did it. Suddenly she got very quiet so I asked her again, she then began to cry. She proceeded to tell me that her "fairy book" did it. I ask her if she was ok and she started crying harder and said "don't touch it, don't touch it!" Keep in mind, it was a scratch. She then stopped using the arm and told me it was broke and that she needed a "new green arm." I don't know where on earth she got the green arm from, she doesn't even know her colors.

Later that night she was taking a bath and splashing around when she got some water in her eye. She quickly covered her eye and Dan asked if she was ok. "NO!" she replied. We asked her if she wanted a towel to dry it off to which she replied, "No, I broke my eye, it cracked and it fell out." Awesome.

Stella love's Moto Moto

My daughter has a friend and I don't think I could call him imaginary because he is in a movie. His name is Moto Moto and he is a hippo in Madagascar 2. I loved him the first time I laid eyes on him and my daughter obviously has my taste. She now referes to Madagascar 2 as the "Moto Moto movie" and she talks to him all the time on her fake phone. She will say something along the lines of "Hello? Moto Moto? Yes, it's me Moto Moto. You come over? Ok, see you tomorrow Moto Moto. Bye Moto Moto." She talks to him several times a day. Yesterday she was laying under the Christmas tree (I wasn't able to get a picture) when he must have called. They had a nice conversation from what I heard. On occasion she will rename all of us. She will say "Moto Moto Mommy" or talk to my belly and say "Moto Moto baby Carter."

Happy Thanksgiving!

Today is the day where we are all to reflect on what we are thankful for and I have such a long list. Although Dan's job status still isn't what we wish it was I find that being such a small detail in the scheme of life lately. We worship a God who has promised to be faithful to us and I have had a peace in that lately.

I am thankful beyond words for my beautiful family. Sometimes when I look at Stella I can still not believe what a miracle she is. How two people can literally make another human being, how God designed that is still something that blows my mind. She has brought me more happiness and joy than I could have ever imagined. I always wanted to be a wife and mom but never fully realized what a privilege it is to be one. I am thankful for my little ninja boy in my belly. I marvel at the fact that I can feel my sweet boy move and kick and honestly wish I could have that feeling forever. I dream about the day we will meet him, and who he will look like and how much my heart will grow that day. I am lucky to have a husband who loves God and desires to know Him more and more each day. God is still working on us and molding us and I am thankful for that. God has been so good, we are healthy which is something I will never take for granted and we live in a country where we can worship Him freely. I know He has great things in store for my family and I get excited just thinking about it.

So today I urge you to look around the table as your eat your meal and think about how truly blessed you are. How none of that happened by accident and what an awesome God we serve!

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

XOXO

I strongly dislike an elderly woman

I know, it's horrible and I feel horrible about it. But I have never met such a mean person in my life. There is an elderly woman who comes into my work every couple of weeks and every time she comes in she yells at me about something. Mind you I am the concierge, all I do is answer and transfer phone calls and point people in the right direction. I do not make the executive decisions around here. So lets start from the beginning.

Most people walk in our building and look lost so my main job is to ask them if I can help them find where they need to go. Well this lovely lady walked in with her walker and I told her where she needed to go and she immediately started yelling at me that "the sick people shouldn't have to go all the way upstairs." I work at a clinic, everyone here is sick and we have an elevator. Nonetheless I told her I was sorry but that's where the office she was looking for is located. After her appointment she came back downstairs to the lobby to wait for her ride. I asked her if she would like me to get her some water and she said "yes." When I returned with a bottle of water she started yelling at me telling me that "the water is too big, how would someone ever finish all that water, it is such a waste!" Keep in mind it's a standard 16oz water bottle. I told her she could take it with her, that's what most people do, she didn't like that answer. She then preceded to complain about how our chairs are too soft and are made for "short people." I told her I was sorry and that I could get her a metal folding chair but she told me "NO."

On our second encounter she once again complained about the chairs being too soft and to low. This time she also complained that the elevator door does not stay open long enough. I replied by telling her there is a button she can hold down to keep the elevator doors open...she didn't care.

I was lucky enough to see her scowl ridden face yesterday. I thought perhaps she would be in a better mood, with the holidays coming and all. We even have our Christmas decorations up in our clinic. In the lobby we have a huge tree, which a outside company comes in to decorate and it is just beautiful. As the bundle of happiness was leaving I said "have a nice day!" to which she looked at me and replied "THE IS THE UGLIEST TREE I HAVE EVER SEEN! IT IS HIDEOUS!" I was honestly caught off guard, I mean who insults a Christmas tree? So I replied "well most people really like it." "Well it is just awful" she said.

I am hoping next time she will insult me on my growing belly or perhaps complain about the donation box we have for need children.

I am open to taking any witty come backs you all might have.

Maternity Spanx

Shorty after I had Stella I discovered the body shaper. I had a 3 month old at home and still looked 5 months pregnant and I realized I needed to do something, fast. That's when I discovered that you can look way thinner than you are by squeezing all your fat and loose skin into a body shaper. Sure you can't breath and you have to be careful that it doesn't roll down because then your fat will come spewing out the top but if you are careful it can make you look a lot better than you really do. So, I became addicted to the body shaper, it got rid of my muffin top most of the time when I wore jeans, it smoothed everything out when I wore dresses, it was a miracle.

The only problem is when you get pregnant you can't really wear a body shaper and that is kinda when you really want one, sure your belly is getting bigger but you still want everything else to look nice and tight right? So I started looking into it and realized that someone out there must love body shapers as much as I do because they made one from pregnant ladies. Once my belly started getting big I ran out and bought one for the very reasonable price of $45 (total sarcasm). This is not me in the picture by the way, my legs do not look that good and if you ask me this girl doesn't have anything to hold in. But, none the less thank you spanx for thinking of us pregnant heffalumps!

Inappropriate words

A couple of weeks ago as we were all getting ready for bed when my husband slipped this little statement into the conversation "Stella said frickin today." "WHAT?!?" I replied. "Ya, we were in the car at a stop light and she started yelling 'FRICKIN GO, FRICKIN GO!'" he says. I wonder who she got that from? Could it be her mother who treasures our time in the car because it means that I am not chasing her around? Or could it be her father who is already road raging the minute we get out of our driveway on an empty subdivision street? So for the next couple days I kept a close watch on her but never heard the word again so I was hoping it was just a fluke.

The weekend rolls around and Saturday we were all driving as a family when we came to a stop light at which point Stella started screaming "FRICKIN GO!" over and over. I looked at Dan with the look of death. "DO NOT SAY THAT" he told her. "Hypocrite" I mumbled under my breath. We got to our dinner destination and afterwards Dan wanted to run into a shoe store. Shoe stores and toddlers do not go well together so I told him we would wait in the car. My daughter and I were having a nice conversation until she realized Dan was gone and asked "Where did frickin Daddy go?" I told her not to use that word at which point she asked the question again. So, like any good mother I got out of the car, went around to her door, opened it, and smacked her on the hand. She laughed.

Later that night when we put her to sleep I was in the office on the computer when I heard her start to yell "FRICKIN DADDY GET UP HERE!" I ignored it this time, mainly because I didn't have the energy to fight any longer. I know there could be far worse words she could be saying but I am just waiting to pick her up from daycare and them to tell me she decided to use it there or possibly, maybe, she will wait until our church Christmas program and debut it there for the public.


*I have not heard the word again in a little over a week.

To everyone who reads this blog

I have had a couple people who have contacted me and told me that they like this blog of mine. If you read it and like it would you please sign up to be a follower? (see box to the right to do so) This way I will know who and how many people are actually reading it. Many times I think I am just writing for my own entertainment and then I get a sweet note saying "I like your blog" and I never knew that person was even reading it. It would mean a lot to me, all it does is update you when I write a new post and it lets me know who you are.

THANKS!
<3 Katie