Size Matters

We just cut down our Christmas tree. Don't worry, I made sure our life insurance policy was still active before standing under it... or climbing it.

I'm better than any parenting book you've EVER read, EVER.

Before your children are born, you are sure they are going to be exceptional.

All physical attributes will be the best from both you and your love completely bypassing your ears those mean elementary kids made fun of because mother nature knows EVERYTHING. Your kids are going to be gorgeous-models even and every other parent will be jealous of your childrens' gorgeousness. You might even have made up those business cards already for the talent scouts in the mall.

Smart. Your kids will not only be smart but more of the freakish Dougie Howser kind of smart. Twelve year old doctors are totally legit especially when they are your children.

Nice. Only the spawns of the Devil hit, take toys away from others and are mean. Your children will be angel babies, case closed.

They will love their parents, be clean, not be picky eaters, be calm in their car seats, love their siblings.

YOU HAVE PERFECT CHILDREN in the future you created.


I used to teach preschool at a really strict school. My husband is a smarty pants. I am... well, I can read so what could go wrong? I had all these ideas of what my kids would be like and what I would do as a parent to ensure all of the ideas in my head were going to come true.

I thought I did everything right.

I was addicted to websites that explained my child's brain development in very scientific ways. Baby Center emails were sooo below me. I read the doctor websites, the teacher web sites, I read everything.

I didn't let him watch T.V. (Notice past tense?)

Breastfed him well over a year, it is the brain food.

No sugar, no preservatives, all home-made baby food, everything free range and organic.

He learned sign language starting at six months old and knows well over a hundred signs.

I subscribe to home schooling sites, we do learning activities, read a ton of books, joined a play group so he could be around other kids, took him to museums NEVER BABY TALKED to him, used full words all the time. I didn't do things by the book, I tried to go well beyond them. WELL BEYOND.

He is two and a half and let me tell you, one year olds can run talking circles around this kid.

Getting Sawyer to talk is like pulling teeth.

Kid can't even say "blanket".

He is JUST learning sentences: "Mama up please." "Dada go too."
Getting him to put together words took a lot of praise and even a few reward chocolate chips.

I just feel like all the hard work we put into this kid, all the things we did "right" didn't pan out as expected. He is his own.

Basically, it didn't matter WHAT THE HELL WE DID, he is where he is because that is WHO he is.

I feel like the bad parent. I feel like I have to explain myself: our parenting history. When Sawyer doesn't sing his ABC's like other kids his age, I quickly snap back a piece of history, all the hard hard we put into him as his parents, all the things we DID RIGHT.

But it doesn't matter.

Read all the books you want, read all the websites you want. I now know everything and have all your parenting questions answered:

Do whatever the hell you want, nothing matters.

Case in point?

I've been trying to get Charlotte to roll over for a few weeks now. The doctor is concerned because she is not as heavy as they want her to be (story of my life), and the doctor wants to be sure she is hitting all her milestones. She needs to be sitting up and rolling over by her next doctor's visit in two weeks.

I lay her down, sit just out of her reach, shake toys, make lots of noise, clap, sing songs. Does she roll over? No.

I set her down this morning on her back, and got on facebook to chat with a friend, completely ignoring my children.

I even sat on the high bar stool that Sawyer can not climb to ensure my children have no access to mommy (Can you say 180, I mean, no, can you say RESEARCH?). I was going to enjoy my coffee HOT and mindlessly chat with a friend.

I turn around and Charlotte rolled over.

By herself.

For the first time.

Without me TRYING to get her to roll.

Send back those books, enjoy your wine, let them watch T.V., the research is in: Ignore your children, it's for the better.

Christmas card pictures are going GREAT over here.

I swear to Madonna if these kids don't smile soon (Or stop picking their nose, crying, banging a little sister's head into the wall, etc.), Santa might get lost on the way to our house this year.

DON'T TEST SANTA!

My DIY Wreath

I told you guys I was excited for Christmas! I put together this wreath yesterday and I think it took like five minutes tops. Sooo easy. I had no idea what I was doing and just went with it; I think it turned out nicely!

Total cost of materials: $10 (with a few leftover bulbs).

Sooo much cheaper than buying one already made!

Happy Friday!

The Nutcracker

Is there anything better than a nutcracker with a cupcake on his head that is ALSO an advent calendar?!




Didn't think so!

25 days until CHRISTMAS!

(Or is it 24 now?)

Just another post.

You guys impress me, like REALLY impress me.

You have all sorts of blog posts from Thanksgiving and now posts showing your house all decorated for Christmas, meanwhile I feel like I'm just swimming up from underwater and taking my first gasp of air.

Thanksgiving was awesome but super duper busy.

This weekend was super duper busy.

Today is super duper busy.

BUT here is the only picture I took from Thanksgiving: the table.


I know, it's EXACTLY what you wanted to see right? But it's kinda cute? Little Martha Stewartish? Tell me I'm getting better at this home stuff...

Have to head out now. Love you guys!

Happy Monday to all and to all a happy Monday.
(Not really the same ring as Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night but hey, I had good intentions!)

Drunk or Kid? Part Two

Ahhh, I'm feeling better. Thanks for those of you that joined me in my vent-fest. I feels good to get it out.

Now that we are all feeling good- we are right?

It's time for the Drunk or Kid part TWO. Yay!

If you haven't played before, it's easy. I tell you a story and you guess if it happened while I was drunk or a kid and I give you the answer in the next Drunk or Kid. Got it? I'll start with answering the last drunk or kid then give you a new one.

Previous drunk or kid:

I wrote: I stayed the night at a friend's house and peed in their sock drawer in the middle of the night. Oops.

Most of you answer DRUNK. Geeze, you guys sure think I drink a lot. Well, fooled a few you... that said kid. YES, I was drunk and it's my most embarrassing story to date!

I was right after I moved from Chicago back to L.A. I decided to fly to Chicago to hang with some friends. Word spread and soon we had a list of people all going out the night I was in town. I was suppose to stay the night at my friends house who totally dug the bartender at the bar we were going to. We get to the bar have a few drinks and a MAGICIAN shows up. YEAH. I love magic. MAGIC IS REAL. I once saw David Copperfield in Vegas, he flew over my table, lit my napkin on fire and turned it into a ROSE. Right in front of my face! Sooo, I'm kinda weak for magic. Needless to say, I stayed way longer than I should have and drank WAY more than I should have just because some guy was making things disappear behind my ear. When it was time to head out, bartender dude leaves work early to go home with my FRIEND and I'm left without her place to stay in. Luckly, my other friend's roommate was in Alaska for a few weeks and let me crash in that room.

Let me give you some background on this guy: He is super neat, his sock drawer is organized, all his DVD's are in alphabetical order, not a hint of dust on anything. The guy is UBER organized and clean. OH and LOVES his dogs.

So I woke up and wasn't really sure what happened the night before. I look up to see framed pictures of dogs and things start to come back to me. I crashed in his room because my other friend ditched out early to hang with her crush. I look around the room and notice that this room is a disaster: his computer desk is taken apart and his keyboard on the floor. The drawers are taken OUT of his dresser and thrown everywhere, clothes are on the floor and the room is just a pig stye. This is NOT what this guys room would normally look like. I convince myself that he must of left in a rush and packed super last minute.

A few days later I get a call from him: I left him my necklace on the nightstand and my urine in his sock drawer.

I was mortified, still am.


Some of my favorite stories from you:

Jenny says: I thought doing backflips off the diving board was a great idea until my best friend smacked right down onto it with her mouth, gushing blood and teeth everywhere. I instantly puked into the pool instead. Drunk or kid?

I vote KID! Jenny?

Robin says: Tried to do a cartwheel wearing a dress. Didn't work out so well because I forgot I was wearing a dress. Drunk or a kid?

I vote KID! Robin?

Jenny DB says: OK, on a hot summer day I forgot to close the door and the dog got out and was so worried he'd get hit I had to chase him up and down the streets in my bathing suit. ultimately switched to rollerblades so i could actually catch the dog. Drunk or kid? :-)

I vote KID!


Several of you had kartwheel mishap stories and I'm voting kid for all those. If I'm right, you guys need to drink more often! ;)


Drunk or Kid part TWO!

Here goes:

My friend was over and we thought it would be a fun to see if we could launch my brother into the air with our legs. We knew there needed to be two sets of legs under him, I mean, it was two girls trying to launch a dude. He was game. We launched him and when he landed he hit his head on something and got knocked unconscious.

Were we DRUNK or KIDS?


Your turn! Give me a story in the comments or write a post on your blog and link it back here so we all can read it and joke about your misfortune, muah-ha-ha!

Lets all sit at the round table and speak our mind.

Talk.

And vent.

I just wish that we can all chat it up and your comments could appear

here.

And HERE.


Here?

Basically wherever the hell you want to put them.


These pillows are really popular right now.

(Image from this Etsy shop.)

The "ampersand pillow"

And I want one. BAD. I love the look, it would look GREAT on my couch but can we all skip on the "ampersand" crap. I mean, it's an AND SIGN.

I feel like the ampersand people all went to a college for smart people, eat caviar while laying their pretty heads on ampersand pillows while I just went to a college for smart ENOUGH people but not smart enough to get into Stanford and only slightly smart because we call the ampersand an AND SIGN college and for sure am not eating fish eggs on my very plain couch.

My kids are exhausting me. They are fun and cute and I love them but they are exhausting. Sawyer will not play by himself to save a life and Charlotte wants to be held constantly.

Sawyer is more and more fun every day. He is funny, like REALLY FUNNY. He entertains me, makes me laugh, plays pretend. His favorite thing to do right now is throw the word "poop" into a random sentence and see how his listener reacts.

Frankly, it's hilarious and I'm thinking about joining him in this game at inappropriate times.

On the flip side, he makes me sooo tired. I'm in bed before 8pm on most nights and if I'm not the next day feels like a hangover without the fun night before.

But you guys are being all thankful and crap and here I am,

VERY THANKFUL.

I'm very thankful of my family but some days I want to call a sitter and ditch mom duties for a day.

I went to the OB the other week to make sure the vagina is still sunshine and rainbows and the OB asked the most hilarious question: What are you guys using for birth control?

Obviously she doesn't have a two year old.

I was venting to my friend on facebook last night. I was kinda pissy and knew she would join me in my evil schemes. When I was done chatting with her she said I'm glad you feel better.

Or something like that, I didn't print out our conversation but the point is, she totally changed my mood and HOW in the world was I suppose to win a fight when I'm all happy?

I told her THANKS FOR NOTHING.

Or something like that.

She probably got off the computer and put her happy head on an Ampersand pillow.

Some friend huh?
(Friend I chatted with last night, you know I still love you right?)


This is where I pass the mic to you. Chat it up. Let it out. I'm listening...

Macintosh rocks, for realsies.

I hate looking dumb or sounding dumb but it seems that I sound dumb more and more often. It's like my children have sucked the brains out of my head and grilled it on some kabob stick for the mountain lions up here to consume.

BRAINS ARE GONE.

I hate when I sound dumb or if I spell something wrong but lately, almost every morning (and only in mornings before coffee so maybe I'm not dumb just caffeine deprived?), I say something so wrong, Geoff asks if Yoda is speaking.

Which is why i was kinda afraid to tell him that I'm pretty sure our house got hit by lighting.

Twice.

Also my husband is all serious smart-pants. Really. He has this computer job where he looks at stuff and comes up with answers and when I ask what he is doing he says, "looking for codes" which to me looks like he is staring at the back of a Highlights magazine looking for the pictures that don't belong but I don't see pictures or even words. I see jumbles of meaningless things that are all important and crap and he knows what they are, what they mean and what to do to make the world not explode.

So I didn't want to sound dumb and say lighting struck the house if that means that I sound dumb because maybe if lightning ACTUALLY hits your house, your house catches on fire or something but I DON'T KNOW because I've never had a house that got hit by lighting.

All I know is I was by myself on the couch when it seemed like the air just lit up. Almost like there was a bolt of lightning without the bolt but with light. Ummm, kinda like a strobe light went off for half a second.

And during that there was the sound of radio static in the air.

When I told Geoff that last part he asked, "Where? WHERE did you hear that?"

But there wasn't a "where", it was everywhere. it sounded like static took over the air.

There was thunder too but I never SAW any lighting.

And the internet went out.

I walked into Geoff's office when it happened again, the radio static, the strobe light thing throughout the air. I wanted to turn on his computer to see if anything went wrong. Did lighting REALLY hit our house? I used a pencil with a rubber eraser to actually press the power button because WHO KNOWS where lighting travels through to fry me up like the english muffin I left in the toaster too long last week.

His computer turned on but no internet.

When I told him what happened, he went to fix stuff to only realize that our wireless router was completely fried.

And lighting hitting our house might be the only explanation.

I'm not dumb.

I'm not Yoda.

And since he had reason to go into the Mac store to get the AirPort checked out, he also took in my MacBook that took a big crap several months ago after, I S-word you not, a LIGHTING STORM.

My macbook is about 2 years passed warranty.

We got a BRAND NEW AirPort.
I'm getting a BRAND NEW hard drive and casing.

Because they said, "customer satisfaction".

I love you Mac, I'll never EVER go PC again.

My macey-book gets to come home tomorrow. If it wasn't for the lightning, the poor thing would still be up in my closet sitting next to my Amy Winehouse wig, I'm so excited I could just PEE!

But I'll spare you the pee because like we tell our two year old, "Big boys and girls go in the POTTY."

We're pretty much going to get all Mary-Kate and Ashley on you.

Cause we're so famous.



If you aren't sure what to say, let me help you:

"The girl in the orange tank top is like, sexy hot."

"Wow, check out the girl in the orange tank top at the beginning, I would give ANYTHING to know her!"

"Girl in the orange tank top, can we be friends? And who is that little guy in the commercial? I would give up my left arm to see that kid on my TV more often."

"Is that the cutest little boy I've ever seen in my life? The chick in the orange tank top must be his mom cause she is sooo pretty!"


Should I keep going?

(This was shot over a year ago while I was pregnant with Charlotte. Excuse Sawyer's new parents in the commercial, I had to run back to our condo for a showing while they were filming. If you are in Denver and want to go to a really awesome gym, Matrix is my fav!)

Parenthesis explanation number two. (This isn't a review, I just wanted to show you how famous I am, duh!)

SHUTTERFLY Christmas Cards and 50 free cards for BLOGGERS!

I opened a box a few weeks ago and gasped in excitement: red and green felt galore. My mother in law sent me a birthday package filled with Christmas craft goodies.

She said, "I really hope you like it."

I mean, does she know me, OF COURSE I LIKE IT! I'm in love with it.

Christmas is my favorite of all time, the cookies, the decorating, the love you send to others, the music, the movies, the SANTA, the CARDS! Now I'm just using caps because I'm EXCITED! I was pretty lazy last year (meaning tired and pregnant) and ready to have a festive (meaning totally over the top) celebration this year.

By festive, I don't mean expensive, but loving and spirited and VERY red and green!

This year I'm sending my awesome family and friends Shutterfly Christmas cards with pictures of my cute kids.

I love Shutterfly! We have lots of shutterfly love in this house, picture books from vacations, prints in frames, and this year we are sending some cute pictures and loving words in a holiday card from Shutterfly.

Have you used them before? Let me tell you, it's easier to load your pictures onto Shutterfly than facebook, the resolution is never compromised and the possibilities are endless.

LETS GET ONTO THE CARDS!!!

This Gift Tag Card is adorable!!!


Your favorite picture wrapped up like a cute little Christmas tag is a simple and classy way to send your cheer.

Sparkling Lime Snowflakes might be the card for us. Can the sample picture of the boy making a snow angel be any cuter?

Of course my husband would be hogging the three pictures to the left chainsawing or skiing down our driveway.

And my favorite of all, Holly Chocolate. It's cute, classy and it has my name in it. Does it get much better?


Shutterfly has an assortment of cards to suite your family's needs including Holiday Photo Cards, Christian Christmas Cards, even Custom Christmas Cards not to mention Holiday Gift Tags and Christmas Party Invitations. If you don't know Shutterfly, they are worth checking out!


If you blog, you can receive 50 free cards just by spreading the word. Go here for more info!

I love you guys and can't wait to show you the finished card. Did I mention I already got the cutest outfits for the Christmas picture? CUTEST!

And I'm not talking about the sheets over your head either.

Don't be a landlord. It totally sucks. You have to constantly convince yourself that asking for rent is not mean and well, some other stories I don't think I can legally get into.

Also-

I'm pretty sure our house is haunted. Well, I WANT it to be haunted... kinda but when I was in the kitchen two days ago, the spatula in this pitcher thing in the MIDDLE of the kitchen island over a foot and a half away from the edge jumped OUT of the spatula holding thing, leapt OVER the counter and landed super loud on the floor. If that is not a dead person raging against the kitchen, I don't know what is.

This raises the question: What do I do?

Do I have enough evidence to call in the big guns like Ghost Hunters or Paranormal Society? And then the next question IF YES is what do I wear? Should I keep the hair brown or go back to blonde? Maybe I should tape myself and see what lighting makes my skin look like angels shining their booties down from heaven?

Fine, more evidence? The XBox broke. Usually I would be dancing with joy and paying all of you who thought evil thoughts toward that evil machine that makes my husband play shooting games for hours while my boobs leak milk and toddler screams because I'm not fun enough BUT my friends, you would be wrong.

See, when we moved in here, we lost cable. See ya skater, too broke for you. We kept the netflix and I've since watched every ghost show I can possibly stream online.

And then the spatula jumped off the table through a hoop of fire, calling my name, pulling my hair and then landing on the floor and then the X box spontaneously caught on fire. OR the spatula fell and the XBox broke, stop with the beady eyes, geeze.

If you have been reading this blog, you know that I've been itching for a ghost to make an appearance so I can put his or her name on the chore chart and go about my day with less dishes to clean.

So if this isn't it, If THIS is not my big landlord to a ghost break, you better just tell all the people you think might kick the bucket soon to fly my way. We have an awesome view and I only evict the living.

Just sayin'.

Just another Halloween post but with cuter kids.

Ha! Just kidding, but got your attention huh?

The hubby wanted a Halloween Party so this is what he got. If I actually took pictures after the party started, you would see a lot more but we had some great company... okay and a few beers.

Sawyer helped decorate:



I insisted I take a picture WITH the kids since I'm always behind the camera:




Craft table for the kids:




Pre fat cells:




Floating Heads-




in cider:




Spray painted mini-pumpkins with chalkboard paint for the kids:


Loved these two:


Hope it was a good one. Now, who is ready for Christmas?!?!?!

Halloween Love

After a failed attempt at making Charlotte an owl costume for Halloween (MOSTLY because knitting is harder than figuring out the rubix cube.) Prudent Baby saved my Halloween life.




And check out this guy:





Happy Halloween and don't eat any candy from strangers that looks like it was tampered with or has needle marks. C'mon, you know you got the speech like a hundred times each Halloween, I just wanted to make sure you didn't forget.

Unless you are really funny drugged up, in that case, turn on the video camera first.

Love youuuuu!

Knitting is Stupid

And I hate its stupid guts.

No, I'm not trying anything new. Nope, not at all. (Hiding knitting daggers behind back.)

Really, I'm just unknotting something. Easy peasy.

Why do you ask?

That Post-Running Look

I was changing into my pajamas last night when I looked in the mirror and thought, dang, I am sooo freakin' hot right now.

Maybe the endorphins were still flowing through my brain but I thought I looked AH-MAZE-ING!

I mean, this hotness might not last another minute so I had to show my husband the smokin' bod.

I hobbled to his office, "BABE! Seriously! Check out how sexy I am!"

He gave me THE look. One of those looks where he didn't have to say much but I knew exactly what he was thinking.

I turned around to walk away and be a tease because I saw someone do that on T.V. once.

And WHACK.

Right into a wall.

And one more thing:

It's my Birthday.

I'm not telling you this so can wish me Happy Birthday, I'm telling you this so you can hear how hard I party and be mad jealous.

I've been rockin' three Salonpas pain relieving patches on my knees all morning.

When I took them off I read the directions: No more than ONE patch per 24 hour period.

My knees are SOOOO drunk right now!

Also, they are ARTHRITIS pain patches.

And I'm not even 30.

Mad jealous?

Denver Rock 'N' Roll

Here's how it went down:

I should of wrote a letter to my knees as well. My quads are pretty happy today. I'm SHOCKINGLY reporting that my quads don't really hurt.

I'm pretty sure it's because of that letter I wrote them.

But my knees are PISSED!

I'm going to color them a picture today. Maybe fold the paper into a heart and spray perfume on it.


The marathon was awesome. For a first Rock 'N' Roll marathon in Denver, I was surprised how well organized it was, how many people came out for it, that the race SOLD OUT and how many volunteers come out to support the race. This is marathon number five for me and maybe one of my favorites. I held a 4:45 pace until mile 18 and hit my wall.

Hard.

Let me tell you, EVERYTHING HURT.

I think it's because I ran just to see Geoff and the kids. I ran for them. Races this long just hit me emotionally sometimes and when I didn't see them at the point I thought I would, I felt deflated. My fuel was gone and just wanted to click my heals and be back in bed cuddling with my husband.

Then he text me he was at mile 20. I ran to them thinking I would stop for a minute and hug the kids (Obviously I didn't care much about time then.) but when I got to that point and Geoff jumped out to hug me, my legs hurt WAY too bad to stop. They hurt while running and hurt even more to walk.

But lets get one thing straight, labor hurts 100 times more.

Maybe 500 times.

So I kept running.

Mile 20-26 sucked like they always do. I mean, guess this is why they consider marathons a huge accomplishment.

So I turned on some Britney and danced a little "Womanizer" and smiled at the people that came out to support the runners.

And let me tell you another thing. I LOVE running in the ghetto. Whether I'm in L.A. or Denver (if you consider any area here ghetto), I just love running in the less wealthy areas. Not many people come out of their mansions to cheer on runners but you can bet everyone is out of their houses in the less wealthy areas cheering and high-fiving all the runners. Their smiles are infectious, their signs hilarious and it just makes me so happy.

Once you hit mile 26, you turned the corner to see the finish line. Sooo many people were out cheering. I gave high fives to every kid along the way and the guy on the intercom was just funny and happy and I loved Denver so much at that point. Usually I'm dying the last .2 miles but the energy was so infectious I picked up my speed and smiled the entire way.

Inaugural Denver Rock 'N' Roll Maraton 2010: FINISHED


Thanks Denver, you ROCK!

Now I'm going to finish my picture- love you knees...

Dear Quadriceps

I'm just going to take a wild guess and say after tomorrow you will have it in for me.

Would you be kinder if I said I only do it because I love you?



I guess we shall see.


26.2 miles, here I come.

Forget it, I'm just writing this. Warning: I talk about periods.

The marathon is this Sunday.

As in a few days away.

As in

A

FEW DAYS

AWAY!

And I'm doing the period dance. After Sawyer, my cycle became a lot heavier and more crampy and then times that by five after pushing out Charlotte. I'm due for it in a few days, like MARATHON DAY and if that is when little miss evil chooses to make her appearance, this marathon is going to SUCK.

So, do a dance with me.

I'm also really pissy.

PMS related? No, couldn't be, right?

I'm just all annoyed with people. People I haven't even met or talked to in my life, close friends, EVERYONE! I just feel like people are sooo disappointing.

And here is the kicker: people that open their mouth way too much I'm REALLY annoyed at.

Are you seeing the irony? Basically I'm mad at anyone like me. I mean, really?

So I'm kinda staying quiet because my intention is not to tear anyone down and DAMN am I good at that.

So, this is me quiet. Anyone else hate me or is it just me?

Because I'm awesome.

Confuse-a-cat.

Because I'm pretty.

I was sanding our stair railing (banister?) and sent my husband this picture with attached message:


"If you think I'm sexy and you want my body, c'mon baby let me know..."






Should I be offended?


Because,

he didn't respond.

Pregnant Vagina

Did you guys notice the new stats button on Blogger?

I mean, I notice things WAY late so this may have been here forever.

For those that read and don't blog (Are there any, really?), most bloggers are ADDICTED to stats.

C'mon, admit it.

We like to see how many people, who clicked on what, blah, blah, blah.

Note to stalkers: I know who you are.

If I had any. Damn.

Anyway, I clicked on this new "Stat" button and saw that the number one way people get to my blog through Google is by searching "Pregnant Vagina?".

Seriously.

Sooo, let me clear the air, that vagina thing can not house a baby, it is merely the trap door. Kind of like the red carpet entrance and a possible fire escape.

Are you catching me?

The floor is open, I know you guys have more questions and like those secret boxes in health class, you don't even have to write your name, just throw out those questions you have always been dying to ask. I'm here for you.

Basically, I'm full of wisdom and less harrier than that health teacher you had.

Love to love to love you, love you,


me.

WINNER and house pictures.

The winner of the awesome art giveaway from Cori's Etsy Shop is...

Comment Number 15: Tera from Olive Hue Designs. Tera is actually an artist as well with her own etsy shop. Congrats Tera!!!


Tera says, "Oh my gosh - her stuff is totally cute and charming! I love "away she went".
Thanks for the intro to another fabulous artist! There are so-o-o many shops on Etsy it's hard to keep up.
Thanks for stopping by my blog this morning! ;)"


Robin mentioned in my comments it would be hard to know if I was abducted by aliens because I don't blog daily.

And it's so, SOOOO true.

Besides being crazy busy with this house my two year old now refuses to let me use the computer. NO JOKE, he will close the laptop every chance he gets and if he HAPPENS to be entertaining himself, I have Charlotte to feed and change and, well, the list goes on. It takes me DAYS to just get a tiny post finished.

But I do have lots to say (as usual) and will post whenever I can, because, your comments just make me pee my pants laughing and THAT is why I blog!

Here are a few projects we've been trying to complete the last few months.


Our most current project is the kitchen. I just painted all the oak cabinets a creamy white. We are putting crown molding on top of the cabinets today and in the process (between childrens' cries) of putting all the hardware on. Here is a "in the process" set of kitchen pictures.










Here is a before of our guest bathroom:


And after, all done on a $40 budget!


Sawyer's room. More pics to come in another post one day!


Kids' Bath. Again, on a $40 budget. Painted vanity, new hardware, towels, etc.



I still need to put mirrors up in their bathroom.






And another ongoing project is the second guest room/sewing room. Believe it or not, this isn't even the BEFORE picture. When we were in the process of buying this house, the bank failed to winterize in time leaving frozen and eventually broken pipes right outside this room. Geoff had to cut FIVE holes in the walls, FIVE! The holes were left alone for a while and about two months ago, Geoff drywalled them leaving the rest up to me.



Not fully an after. I'm going to upholster a headboard, I need to hang the curtains, hang the art and order myself a few pictures from Cori's shop. The etsy shop that inspired me!




Love you guys! More to come soon, the kids are crying...

But if I WAS abducted, you guys better act all sad!

Geoff left for sailing class last night and I was alone.

All by myselffffff.

It was sad.

Okay, so Sawyer and Charlotte were here but once bedtime hits, they are no fun.

I'm not a fan of being in this house alone. I feel like mountain lions and bears can make their way in and attack me.

To ease my mind, I turned on some instant Netflix.

NEVER WATCH A GHOST SHOW WHEN BY YOURSELF.

I totally loves ghost stories. They make me happy and freaked at the same time and it's a fun little place to be in: happily freaked. Not last night though.

After watching some ghost stuff, I was sure a dead mountain lion was haunting me. Okay, maybe just dead people but that doesn't sound any better does it?

And just when you think I'm nuts, GUESS WHAT HAPPENS?!?!

The pantry door opens on its own. NO FREAKIN' JOKE. It opened and creaked just like a scary movie.

So I was like, I OPENED A PORTAL BECAUSE I WATCHED A GHOST SHOW!

And to totally be a hypocrite, I've always said I wanted a ghost so I can be all,"Yo, ghost, seriously, what do you have to do today? Get some of those dishes done and maybe some laundry. I AM PAYING YOUR RENT!"

See, how perfect would that be?

But when the pantry door opened, I was like , "AHHHH! Ghost!!!!"

I then go on facebook to chat with anyone that was on and would talk to me so I could ignore the ghost and of course no one really wants to indulge me in an hour long conversation about NOTHING. I called it quits,closed the computer and got into bed.

I saw some crazy weird lights in the sky and KNEW it was UFOs out to get me. I don't even BELIEVE in them and of course they are flying outside my window on a night when Geoff isn't home.

I was totally going to be abducted by scaly alien creatures with fast flying, weird-lighted UFOs. Of course it happens this night. A BY MYSELF night. Ugh. Sooo not convenient aliens!

I turned on the lights because I figure they only attack people when the light is off and peeked out the window to get a closer look.

It was an airplane, you know with like passengers and not aliens.

I try to fall asleep but worried about Geoff driving home at night in the super dark and being safe and all that. It's like 10:30pm, he should be on his way home and there it is.

The call.

From someone I don't know with my area code calling LATE at night.

A pit formed in my stomach.

No one calls me this late, especially someone I don't know.

"Hello"
"Hi, is this-

I start freaking out. Is this? IS THIS?!?! If they ask for me and it's a stranger, I'm going to freak. It's going to be a hospital, Geoff got hurt, our other car is in the shop right now, I have no way to get to him. I start thinking about friends I can call to come get us and take us to see Geoff.

She continues,

"24 Hour Fitness?"

Of all the people you can call this late at night and dial wrong.

I now love-hate 24 Hour Fitness. Love them for not being the hospital, hate them for making me worry so much.

Geoff got home not too much later.

I was safe. Geoff was safe. The ghost didn't make another appearance and I wasn't abducted.

I think I need to be medicated.

Drunk or Kid?

I don't like when people apologize for being gone from blog land. I mean, it's the internet, we SHOULD have another life right and I don't think anyone should owe us an apology for that?

Note to self: Get life.

BUT when I'm away I can't help but want to say I'M SORRY!!! See, I can't even follow my own rules.

I've been painting so much every dream I've had recently is about paint. PAINT?! I miss those crazy sex with Geoff dreams I used to have, now THOSE were fun.

(Ummm, is his family reading this? I mean, I miss those dreams I used to have with Geoff were we would go to church and read books.)

I also started teaching Kickboxing again. Woo-hoo. Sooo, I've been supah busy BUT on the way to class they were playing a game on the radio that I thought I would play with you guys:




DRUNK OR A KID????


Sooo, I'm going to tell you a story and you have to tell me whether I was plastered or a kid.

Easy right?

And you play too!!! Tell me a story in the comment or in your blog and link it on over so we can all take a guess!


Here goes:

I stayed the night at a friend's house and peed in their sock drawer in the middle of the night. Oops.

Drunk or Kid?

(Answer will be up next week along with links to you if you put a story!)

Belle Baby Carrier Winner!

The winner of the Belle Baby Carrier is...

Lucky comment #43- Jess and the Boys


Congrats Jess, these baby carriers ROCK!



I have so much more to post but my husband is taking this laptop to some sort of computerey smarty-pants convention today.

I hope everyone had an awesome Labor Day weekend and I will back soon with lots of words and pictures. We've been working hard over here!


Peace, love and buying the wrong ceiling paint,

Us

My Sewing Room Inspiration and Wall Art GIVEAWAY. CLOSED

I'm totally dragging my feet to the paint can.

I'm soooooo over painting.

Remember how I was all gung-ho and paints biggest cheerleader? I was like the cheer captain for all things paint.

So, I'm a little over it until I saw this etsy shop.




The colors are so alive and fun and playful. I HAVE to have one (or five) of these prints in my sewing room.

Sooo, guess that means I need a sewing room.

I love her stuff so much, I decided to stalk her and read an interview she gave and guess what?! She used to live in Denver which means I like her even MORE!

Starting today, I'm going to put my painting clothes back on and finish the guest/sewing room and in honor of my plan to not be lazy, Cori is going to give one of you a print from her etsy shop!

How awesome is she?!?!

You can purchase her prints through her etsy shop.


To Win-
MANDATORY:
-Go to Cori's etsy shop and tell me in a comment here which $20 print is your favorite.
-Follow my blog and make sure I have a way to contact you.

EXTRA ENTRIES:
-Blog about this giveaway and leave a link.
-Tweet about the giveaway.
-Post on facebook.

Giveaway ends September 21st.

Love you all!!!

A Mouse Update

I totally freaked you guys all out with the mouse story, didn't I? Well, yeah, they totally gross me out too. I mean, I FREAK out if I see one and actually seeing them is pretty rare.

Geoff deals with all things critter. I grew up volunteering for the fire department, I was an EMT in L.A. for crying out loud, I CAN SEE GROSS THINGS! I can!

That was until I saw my first mouse.

I had no idea I was so prissy. I am really freakin' prissy!

Mice are gross. I keep trying to think about Cinderella and how the cute mice were her friends but how nasty is that: a mouse as your friend?!

Sorry Cindy.

So, there was that first time I saw one. Hi freak out, nice to meet you.

And then there was last week.

Geoff got a new log splitter and I'm pretty sure he cut enough logs for the entire country to use. Maybe we should set up shop and sell fire wood in front of Whole Foods. They are trying to sell fire wood made out of Coffee Beans. Have you seen this? Pricey!

Geoff was on a log cutting extravaganza right outside the basement french doors with both doors WIDE OPEN, all day for several days. The french doors are just to the left of this ginormous wood pile. Mice LOVE wood piles. I think it makes their heart smile and our wood pile is making their heart so freakin' joyous because it's HUGE. Geoff thinks he is like Fort Knox security standing at the door and no mice can get past him but he also forgets all the breaks he takes to go upstairs and get a new beer. Call me crazy but I'm pretty sure that was like the red carpet invitation for mice to come live inside where it doesn't rain or have birds flying around trying to swoop them up.

(Note to self: set mouse eating birds loose in house.)

I know they got in the house that way because the next day is when a mouse was spotted.

I heard him first: the mouse squeak.

After hushing Sawyer five million times so I could be SURE it sounded like a mouse and giving myself a huge pep talk about how awesome I am, I finally build the courage to look down the stairs into the basement and there it was.

It kinda looked like a leaf.

I grab my iphone and carefully tip-toe downstairs.

I look over every stair making sure no fanged mouse makes a surprise attack on me, turn the corner and see it.

Really, it was just a leaf.

I take a breath of relief and then the leaf moves.

I run upstairs screaming.

Squeak. Squeak.

Pep talk again. Down the stairs again and it peeks out from under the leaf that probably blew in while Geoff was cutting his one zillionth log: a little bitty one inchish baby mouse. I take a picture on my iphone and send it to Geoff with attached message, "I'm kicking your butt."

And I knew it. I freaking KNEW it, we are going to be eaten alive by mice and this was proof, the second mouse we spotted since living here. I had to get rid of it. It saw me and froze. I think the normal size mouse would have darted off to some secret location but this guy was freaking out because he knew I saw him so I did what any other rational mouse seeing person would do.

I roared.

I roared at it like I was Tyrannosaurus Rex.

I'm not sure where this came from but it was working, the thing wasn't moving and I was getting all cocky and even put my arms out in front of me like a dinosaur and stomped my feat and roared louder.

it was all pre-historic up in my basement.

My two year old that doesn't stop making noise unless he is sleeping was even caught off guard because it was silent upstairs as I roared and stomped.

The thing played dead.

I ran upstairs and found an old to-go coffee mug thing I could trap him with and then throw away after to use as my mouse catching device. By the time I went back downstairs the little guy tried to escape, I found him and roared again.

No joke, this dino act was working, he froze, I stomped my feet, he stayed frozen so I ran over and threw a cup over him.

Can I tell you how hard and fast my heart was beating? I still thought he might surprise me and jump up and claw my eyes out before I could get the cup on him.

All hail me because I totally caught a mouse in a cup. I thought about not doing anything before catching him until Geoff came home but I couldn't risk the mouse getting away. Hell no is that thing going to be taking up a room and ordering breakfast in bed. Hell to the no.

So I caught him.

You know what Geoff said? "Ummm, why didn't you put him outside?"

He was suppose to be proud of me, hugs and kisses and maybe a special mouse catching prize like a new pony but he was mad I didn't put the thing outside. He was faced with a mouse under a cup under some somewhat heavy tool so the mouse couldn't tip the cup over and escape. He even said, "We moved to the middle of the mountains on property, what did you think you would find?"

Gold, duh.

So, I'm leaving this open for you to tell me how awesome I am, choose your words carefully, I have a mean roar.

Me and My Babies

My arms are sore from holding them down.







Hope you have an awesome weekend!
Peace, love and boobie milk barf,

Us.
(Don't forget to enter the giveaway here.)

I guess this means I DON'T get an HGTV show. Or Food Network for that matter.

Before we moved into this place, we had a 900 square foot condo in a high rise.

Though a lot of people stopped by before their drunken night out on the town, we didn't get too many out of town guests that crashed for a few days.

I longed to host. I longed to be the cute little wifey that made yummy dinners and refilled all the drinks while playing fun music in the background then showing them to this perfectly made up guest room that smelled like lavender and pretty stuff. Geoff even bought me a cute apron so my dresses didn't get splattered with food juice while making gourmet meals for everyone.

Basically, my mind turned into a wannabe mother effin' Martha Stewart.

I USED TO BE COOL!

I USED TO BE HIP!

We moved into the house we are currently in and we have plenty of room for guests. We have a three bedroom basement with a full bathroom that showers guests with all sorts of square footage and privacy. Our house says, "HEY, come stay here, lay your bootey on my mattress and get some rum down that pretty little throat of yours!"

How nice is it to have guest stay the night and not freak out that they might of heard you fart in the middle of the night because they are sleeping on the floor right next to you.

Not that I fart or anything because Martha Stewart for sure doesn't, right?

We fixed up the guest bathroom, put new beds in the rooms, (Remember the nasty couch and bed? Yeah I won that fight. Can I get what-what?) and have had overnight guests just about every weekend.

I LOVE it but my Martha facade is peeling.

Geoff's dad showed up last week and the guest bed wasn't made, the sheets were still being dried. I mean, how dare I let them see that room without the throw pillows looking perfect let alone that I wasn't perfect.

They went for a hike on a trail right down the street from our house. We promised they could see just about everything but their most feared animal/reptile.

The snake.

We told them they don't survive this high. We've never seen one.

They ran back 20 minutes later; they saw a snake.

Geoff and his dad chapped wood all day leaving the door open.

A mouse made his way in.

I drove to Denver and went for a long run.

Drove back and flat tire. Didn't even know it. Seriously that car drove AWESOME on only 3 full tires. (Geoff wasn't too happy.)

Took Sawyer on the swing that hangs under our deck. Our backs were to the yard watching Geoff and Grandpa chop more wood. On our fifth swing, on our way BACK the swing broke and sent us flipping backwards down a rocky hill.

We were both bruised up, I almost tore off a finger nail and I think the bones in my hand were bruised because even the pressure of the keyboard under my fingers to type hurt.

I kept asking Geoff and his dad to describe the fall because in my head it looks HILARIOUS. They refuse to re-live it and said it looked terrifying.

Then the quad got a flat.

Geoff nicked himself with the chain saw.

We were ALL rockin' bandaids.

We made yummy steak on the BBQ for the last dinner. It started pouring so Geoff pulled the BBQ a little closer to the house. Instantly the house sucked up all the smoke. Every alarm in the house was blaring and pulling the alarms OFF the wall wouldn't make them stop.

Frazzled, we transferred the streaks from the BBQ to a plate and then DROPPED IT ALL ON THE FLOOR!

We spent our last night eating steak that made sweet love to the floor in a smoke filled dining room with siren alarms blaring.

I know, you guys TOTALLY want to come over don't you?!

Basically, I hung up my apron.



Side note: I know most of you know Jewels from A Blonde Walked into a Blog, she is like WAY popular. She has been in and out of the hospital and could use some lovin' kind words. Stop by and say HI and GET BETTER so she doesn't have to eat hospital food, that stuff SUCKS!

Love you guys and promise to be back soon with a post about how cool I am... or was. Or AM damn it!

Belle Baby Carrier Giveaway- Because I LOVE Mine!- CLOSED

I was talking to my friend the other day and she was asking about baby carriers and thought they weren't really needed.

I was like, "Ummm, how are you going to carry your beer and baby at the same time?"

No, maybe I said it a little differently, it was for sure a MOJITO.

Really though, carriers TOTALLY rock and you can't get a single thing done in the newborn stages without one.

Then later, they are WAY easier to travel with than a stroller.

I love my carrier and recommend it to all the cutie moms that ask.

Check it out, here we are in the Virgin Islands!



It's a Belle Baby Carrier and they want to give one of you a carrier! Awesome right?!

Belle Baby Carriers:

Belle Baby Carriers offers twelve stylish patterns, including five organic baby carriers made of hemp / organic cotton fabrics.

Unlike most other baby carriers and slings, the Belle allows direct contact between you and your baby. The baby is nestled directly against the parent without straps or fabric in between, allowing increased bonding and discreet nursing.

More comfortable than a baby sling, the Belle Baby Carrier distributes your baby's weight to your hips, instead of your back and shoulders, and places your baby in a proper, ergonomic position that supports your baby's developing spine.

With no extra bulk, Belle Baby Carriers are lightweight, cool in the summer, and easy to stow away.

These baby carriers allow your baby to face toward you or away and are easy to use without any assistance.

Every Belle Baby Carrier also comes with a lightweight detachable head support panel for additional head support if needed.
The Belle Baby Carrier is ideal for infants 8-30 lbs.

I have the carrier in Organic Moss:


But did you see the one in Organic Earth? I totally heart it!



Seriously, I LOVE mine! It's organic, totally cute (very important), both Sawyer and Charlotte look comfortable and always fall asleep while strapped to me. I'm also SUPER comfortable and can get all my chores done my husband who usually cares less about baby items even said, "They are based in Boulder? Sweet!" AND,

AND!

It's not all bulky like a lot of other carriers. I roll this puppy right into my purse or diaper bag and can still fit other things.

Like my, umm, mom-juice. ;)


So, you want to look cute in one too?!?!


MANDATORY
1- Get on the Belle Baby Website and leave a comment on this post telling me which carrier is your BFF.

2- Follow me on this blog and let me know a good email address where I can reach you.

Easy right?


EXTRA ENTRIES:
Follow Belle Baby Carrier on facebook.

Follow Belle Baby Carrier on twitter.

Tweet and/or blog about the giveaway and leave me a link in the comments.


Love you all!
Ends: September 7th, 2010


Belle Baby Carriers can be purchased directly from their site. Check out all the fun colors!

And Row 7 I'll be cutting OFF your Oxygen Supply in case of Emergency.

I can't NOT say something about Steven Slater, the JetBlue employee with a fabulous emergency exit since, umm, I was a Galley Hag, Coffee Jockey, Hostitute, I mean FLIGHT ATTENDANT once.

I still remember the little speech: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome aboard (Take a wild guess) Airline. Located in your seat back pocket is a safety briefing card...

I was good.

I would smile if I thought you deserved it, sometimes I would do my paper work and I was really good at pretending I didn't have change for your liquor money. I mean, a girl needs a bonus sometimes.

I was kind of like this:


Really though, some people think this guy is a freakin' hero for quitting a job in only ways we can dream, others think he put people in danger and should be punished for being unable to control his own actions.

I could really care less, all I know is that once people step onto the aircraft, they lose all power to use their brain therefore relieving flight attendants the responsibility of treating passengers with respect.

So here it is again folks so YOU can get to your destination AVEC flight attendants:



Consent form to fly from yours truly:



Its a plane not a spa so hold off on the toe nail clippings.

No, we are not looking at the size of your boyfriend's penis buldge, we are checking to see if his seatbelt is fastened.

How do I know your bag wont fit? I pretty much live on these aircrafts, Im not saying it to get back at your mother, I'm telling you because your bag wont fit. Really.

Needing a bottle of water during take-off is not an emergency unless your shorts are on fire, so can you wait five minutes?!

Don't take the seatbelt sign serious and we will find the new knot on your head amusing.

Don't slam my bins! I don't go to your house and slam doors, or hide my gum under the arm rest of your chairs for that matter.

Masterbating in flight is not a compliment to anyone and a blanket does not make you invincible.


When my pilots step out of the flight deck to greet you or say goodbye, be respectfull, do the same. I'm super protective of my pilots, so when they stand next to me as you de-plane, look her or him in the eyes and say something, like 'nice flight' perhaps. Its amazingly sad how little they recieve a compliment, a wave, recognition, or eye contact... then tell me how pretty I am.


Wash your hands, I don't want your germs.

No, your baby is not cute when it is taking our snacks and smashing them into our floor, I don't care how blue their eyes are.

Most of your flight attendants have degrees, read more books in a month than the average American does in their life, and is in this job to travel, therefore well cultured. Don't treat us like idiots... ask us a stupid question and we will reply with a stupid answer, just to see the look on your face.

When we warn you to watch your elbows and knees for the cart coming through the isle, don't complain when they get hit.

Will your bags make it? No! Always expect the worst and you will never be dissapointed.

Wheelchairs in Chicago OHare are like Leprachans and gold at the end of a rainbow...good luck!

I am not psychic. How am I suppose to know your entire gut can fold over the seatbelt? Lift it and show me the belt is worn "low and tight".

Your warm bag of barf left under your seat after a flight is not a welcoming suprise... just let me know right away and I will properly disspose it, no surprises.

Oh yeah, I willed that thunderstorm in Chicago, fog in San Francisco, and snow in New York so they cancel your flight, do you really think I control the weather? I want to get there just as bad as you, trust me, it's probably my one flight from home.


Sign here if you understand and will pull off any of the above idiot actions.


X_________________________ Date:_____________ You are now free to fly!

What's her problem?

I don't think she likes the outfit.

Weird.

A Stroller Crisis from a Bob Snob

You know those movies where some guy gets sent all over the place to search for money or the bad guy or whatever and if he doesn't find it in time the whole world will blow up?

That was me this week... with STROLLERS.

I know, how mom is that?

I'm training for this marathon and I only have a single stroller, a Bob revolution and I LOVE it, however we AREN'T using it. It was sitting in a closet sad and lonely. I need a stoller that fits two kids now. I tried putting her in the Bob and letting him push but I turn around and next thing I know he is holding something breakable and expensive about to toss it to another kid across the isle. We are constantly on the verge of disaster. Soooo, I looked on CL (that's how we people say Craig's List) and found a double Bob for $200.

That is NOTHIN'!


It was only a year old, a revolution and I needed it. I emailed the girl maybe 20 minutes after she posted it and again an hour later. Put mine for sale on CL and NEVER heard back from her. I had someone ready to buy mine about ten seconds after I listed it. A day later the double stroller was gone. Seriously, if you are selling something on Craigslist, WRITE PEOPLE BACK! Okay, done venting.

I listed my single for a little more money the next day since so many people jumped on my posting within the first five minutes and still had a buyer email me right after I listed it. I sold my stroller the next morning.

Did you ever move away from a good friend when you were little? Say goodbye to a boyfriend or girlfriend unwillingly? Lets just say, giving up this stroller was a bit traumatic.

I wanted to cancel the sale last minute.

I wanted to run after the dad I sold it to and grab it out of his arms.

My stroller had a new lover and I had to get over it.

I was on the rebound.

I was ready to make bad decisions, look at stroller porn, be a stroller slut. I was going to leave the bars with a different stroller each night as my friends explained to other shocked onlookers, "She just went through a stroller breakup."

Bob was really gone and I needed another.

Baby Jogger, Phil and Ted, Mountain Buggy. I searched youtube videos and read every review I could get my eyes on. I searched through blogs and Babies 'R Us. I discovered new strollers: Valco and Easy Walker.

Really I just wanted a Bob so onto CL again. Every five minutes. Posted a wanted ad. I needed a Bob Revolution Duallie.

There were no Bob's on CL that were in my price range. I couldn't spend a dollar more than what I got for my single Bob.

I said I was going to be patient and wait for a bob but there I was emailing other posters RIGHT AWAY.... I'm patient like that.

I went though my friends' facebook profiles looking for pictures of their kids in strollers. Questions: Do you like it? Run with it? How does it hold up? Heavy? Fold easy?

So many questions.

DOES IT FIT THROUGH A DOOR?

I became crazed. Separate folding canopies? Reclining system? Fit a car seat?

When did buying a stroller more detailed than buying a house?

I was scheduling inspections. Test rides. Meeting people at parks.

I guess you can say I'm exhausted and know WAY too much about strollers right now.

The winner:

(Cue Olympic closing ceremony music please.)

Baby Jogger City Series.



Isn't she pretty?

You should see how easy she folds.

Okay so she is a bit on the heavy side but whatever, more cushion for the pushin'.

In my search I realized this: Everyone says Bobs are the best and maybe they are but there are some strollers that might give the Bob Revolution a run for it's money.

Two strollers I'm DYING to try:

BumbleRide Indie and Baby Jogger Summit.

When I met with the girl selling her Baby Jogger and pushed it, the first thing I said was, "Yeahhh, not a Bob." She thought I meant that Baby Jogger City Series pushed sooo much better.

And this stroller does push GREAT. I can steer both my kids in this stroller with one finger. Push with one hand. Turns on a dime. HOWEVER the back tires are 12 inch just like the front where the Bob's back tires are a little bigger. I think the slightly bigger back tires make the Bob just a TOUCH easier. It reminded me of a review I read saying that Bob Stroller lovers were snobby and had no reason to be so into their Bob strollers. Well, we DO have a reason but I do think Baby Jogger Summit just MIGHT knock Bob from the number one jogger.

Is it worth the extra money for a slightly easier push with the Bob? I don't know. I will say that the Baby Jogger fits though a standard door. It's width was made to be the width of a wheelchair so if you don't fit through a door or isles then that place isn't really built to code or wheelchair friendly. Fitting through a door is a HUGE plus in my opinion.

And like I said, the way this stroller folds in one step is brilliant.

I picked a stroller that I thought was totally not my type. I was Bob's girl and now I hold another, Baby Jogger.

I'm hoping we have a long and happy life together.