tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49663135533257956022012-02-27T21:37:03.416-05:00A soliloquy of musings from a small-town southern girl about love and marriage, and what being a first-time parent is all about.Tiffanynoreply@blogger.comBlogger2141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-45016654670684967822012-02-27T21:37:00.000-05:002012-02-27T21:37:03.422-05:00

in which I can scream at the top of my lungs and no one can hear. That's what I want. I love my child more every day. I still don't understand how I am capable of such love, and how I will be able to love baby boy as much as I do Ansley. But that doesn't change the fact that on nights like tonight, I sometimes wish I didn't have kids. She.was.awful. I know it was primarily because she was so

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We had an unwanted visitor at our house last week. And some of the week before. And it was not wanted. And it would NOT leave. Out of no where last Saturday, the kiddo spiked a fever, fell asleep in my lap, and then stopped eating. Occasionally, when the drugs kicked in, she was her normal self, pleading for Legos and M&Ms and her pea-win jom joms (translation: penguin pajamas). Then, the

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How's about a few pictures to give you a peek into our lives recently. Baby Boy, set to arrive in May We are excited about adding another arrow to the quiver. And not that I am disappointed, but I just haven't been impressed with the baby boy clothing options. And I know it is about so much more, but, seriously? It's like you really only have a few options: sports, frogs, trucks and dinos.  

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It's not really BIG news, I suppose. Just more of me getting big. Ugh. I started this blog 2 years ago after Ansley was born. It was a Mommy blog, and I didn't really have much intention of turning it into a pregnancy blog. But, then again, I do know what the number one cause of pregnancy is, thankyouverymuch. So, here I sit, 22 weeks pregnant. Not "preggo" or "preggers." I have never been

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After a long stay in our home, our beautiful, 11 foot frazier fur tree was removed from the home today.  I would like to say that it was bittersweet, but the only thing bitter about it was how I was starting to feel about it still being in my home. I love the beauty of Christmas. I love the lights and the decorations and the candles and the cookies. I love it after Thanksgiving, not before. And

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I have had a wonderful break from work. A glorious week, paid, that didn't require the use of any hard earned vacation or sick days.  I really started to enjoy the stay-at-home-mom role. We fell into a routine, which often involved sleeping until 9am and taking a 2-3 hour afternoon nap. Yes, both of us. I was able to keep the house clean, cook a few meals, play with a doll house, and stay in my

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-10331166968046401342011-12-26T21:42:00.000-05:002011-12-26T21:42:10.258-05:00

Things are indeed different. For starters, I'm sitting on the sofa next to the hubs.  Not because he has an extra night off, but because he is home in the evenings now!  He accepted a position on first shift, meaning we work pretty much the same hours! For the first time in nearly 4 years, we have dinner together nearly every night. Ansley gets to see both parents, AT THE SAME TIME. If that

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-27889135735593045982011-12-14T21:27:00.001-05:002011-12-14T21:29:02.057-05:00

I have a feeling I'll be back after Christmas. There's some really exciting things in the works, and I can't wait to share. But, right now, I need to be selfish. You'll understand. But here is a cute picture of the kiddo to hold you over...

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Ok, so, I know I've been kinda MIA lately. And then I get back on here and I'm all like "I've been so busy and I miss blogging and writing and as soon as things settle down and get back to normal I'll be back" and yadda yadda yadda. Well, I suppose it is finally time to come clean. I've been exhausted. And tired. And sick.  And... well... pregnant. NOT!  Sorry, couldn't resist. I know

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Here ya go. A raw, rough, vomit of thoughts, right here for the whole world wide web to see: Frustration, anxiety, joy, sadness, 70 years, puppy breath, planning, failing, falling, jumping, swimming, sliding, drafting, heart attacks, flowers, diaper rash, babies, nieces, nephews, drunk, expectations, alone, 25 cent sale, the jailhouse, fuzzy socks, refinancing, abudant blessings, empty account,

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-52758450840347068922011-08-07T21:50:00.000-04:002011-08-07T21:50:57.603-04:00

I just enjoyed a vacation. At the beach. With my whole family. I love all three of those things. But vacation always seems to fly by so quickly. It seems like it takes MONTHS to get here, then is over before you know it.  This year, however, I managed to find some things that seemed to extend our time there. Top 10 Ways to Make Your Beach Vacation Seem Longer: 10. Make your pregnant sister

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-45447732846236197822011-07-21T21:46:00.000-04:002011-07-21T21:46:49.768-04:00

This week, I've been attending a conference for work. I've really enjoyed it, and it is always fun to get together with several people who have similar careers, passions, and goals. We've spent a lot of time addressing the issue of poverty, and how a community should respond. It has really opened my eyes to why so many of my students make the decisions they do. I've always wondered why a child

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So are the Days of Our Lives. Before you start thinking I'm going to write about how it is an insult to humankind to cancel soap operas, or, as my grandma so lovingly calls them, "stories," let me say that is NOT what this is about. Honestly, I can say that I haven't watched a soap in, um...15 years? But, it is true. I was totally a fan.  Of Days of Our Lives and Passions, to be specific. I'm

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-52262567467458480152011-06-29T23:10:00.000-04:002011-06-29T23:10:44.166-04:00

I cannot seem to etch out even a little bit of time for mommy as of late. I have not had my hair cut in, um... almost.... I have no clue, but I think it was part of my daily document thing. Last Saturday, I did my nails. Shaped, smoothed, buffed, polished. But only my left hand. My right hand remains unfinished. I have a dear friend who is due with her first in about three weeks. Her baby

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How about some recent pics? Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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Last night at Bible study, we stumbled upon a topic that is always tough to deal with. Is God fair? This question is a double edged sword. Because we are told in scripture that He is just, and in our finite human minds, to us, that should mean that He is fair. But our very definition of the word is perverted. "It isn't fair that I have to work Saturday." "It isn't fair that they always have

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I'm doing dishes the other evening, when I notice the hubs has left his chewing gum stuck to his plate. I decide to leave the treasure on the plate for him to deal with later. He gets home from class, and notices there are a few dishes in the sink. Mostly just a mixing bowl from the awesome chocolate chip banana bread I made (that is for another post and time. Just know that it was a little

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Today was day 3. The third day that binkie, aka the paci, was left in Ansley's bed when she woke up. I've heard mixed opinions. My moms have told me that she's fine, she's still a baby. But the glances I get from people in the grocery store say otherwise. Yes, my child is in the mid 90% for height, and upper 80s for weight. She doesn't looks like she should be turning 3 instead of 2... in 4

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That's a pretty good description of our lives right now. Between the hubs being back in school, and attending numerous trainings- several hours away, Ansley cutting multiple molars at once, and, well, me just trying to keep my head above water, life has been a little crazy. But, regardless of how fast life is going, I've realized that there's always time to slow down. Even if just for a few

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This is a shout out to my dear sis that calls New Mexico home: Though Wednesday nights have become a time for me and our shared sister to get together and watch American Idol, it in no way means that we don't miss-or think- about you while we do it. You are very special to us, and if we could make a weekly trip to New Mexico for dinner and Idol, we totally would, however neither of us get off

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... is time to catch up. On: Life. Blogging. Laundry. Housework. Refinancing paper work. Ansley's baby book. House. Grey's Anatomy. The Office. Office work. Updating photos around the house. And maybe time to get ahead. On: Housework. Blogging. Bills. Grocery shopping. Potty training. Project Binkie Gone And, maybe just a little time for myself. For: A warm bath. A good book. Shoe shopping.

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Last week? So good. Except for the record number of tornadoes that happened to ravage the south. And the fact that I wore two unmatching flip flops on Monday. And the fact that I've singlehandedly managed to eat all the peanut butter filled chocolate Easter candies. Ok, so that still counts as being so good. But, today? I'm hoping it isn't a preview of what is to come this week.  Some small

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Today, I sported my flip flops. ALL DAY. It was only after I got off, and finished my dentist appointment, and was headed to my sister's to pick up a weed eater with the hubs that I realized... They didn't match. FAIL. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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Dear maker of Moose Tracks ice cream, You are a current favorite. That is a very coveted position, you should know. However, I feel I must inform you that you may soon no longer be invited to the party in my freezer. It is not acceptable to have only 2 peanut butter cups in one night's serving, and 6 in the next night's. Same number of scoops. Should mean the same number of yummy peanut butter

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-50719403804116320722011-04-18T21:56:00.000-04:002011-04-18T21:56:29.653-04:00

I've made a little bit of a mention of some of our recent events. From my upswing from my last anxiety attack, to a seizure Ansley had just a few weeks ago. Things are starting to fall back into place. I think. I can't fully explain what I experienced with that text message from Paul. Before you get all "He told you over a text message that your daughter was in the ER" hate on, that's not what

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Each and every day brings something new, even when I'm doing the same things every day. Wake up, work, play, dinner, bath, bed, clean-up and bed for me. Every once and a while I can squeeze in a little something extra. Like tonight. It only took 2 attempts to put Ansley to bed. So, what does that mean? Well, I've cleaned up, took the pups out and I've managed to find some time to sit down at

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9:52- Rascal knocks baby gate over. Mommy cringes, waiting for the cry from the hall...

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I MISS BLOGGING! It is such a great way for me to unwind, but I don't even feel like I have time to do that anymore. I fly solo in the evenings and can't seem to make any time for myself. I know there are other moms out there there that also don't get the joy of working the same shift as their hubs. And they seem to be able to find time to write, to read books, to shop online, to clean house

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Mommy, while Ansley is playing outside: "Ansley, let's go in to take a bath." Ansley, very convinced: "NO!" Mommy, trying to seize this opportunity for a learning point: "Ansley, are you supposed to tell Mommy 'no?'" Ansley, obviously understanding the question, and subsequently confused: "No?"

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Today, I was one of those moms. You know what I'm talking about. The one with the screaming toddler in Walmart that wants to do everything and grab everything and push the cart with the handle and open the bag of mini donuts while yelling "DONUT" at the top of her lungs (the toddler does this stuff. Not the mom.) That was me. And I tried everything. Put her in the cart basket. Cart seat. Hold

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I can remember being in high school, and there was this really popular comedy skit that would play on the radio called "Here's Your Sign." It was typically mocking stupid things people do, or things stupid people do (take your pick). Not that I pride myself in being a fan of country music now, but I tried desperately to get away from it then. But not only could I not escape that skit, I

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I love my mom dearly. However, her fingers seem to have a mind of their own. Especially on Facebook. So today, I'm checking status updates, and I notice one from my mom. And I seriously almost peed my pants from laughing. "not sure how much i will be able to do here today Ansley is in my lap and she had 4 boob shots today so bear with us..." Ansley went to the doctor today and had 4 shots. 4

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Dear Ansley,      You are 18 months old today! And though you've already nearly grown out of 24 month clothing, it's hard for me to see you as anything other than my little girl.      These last 18 months have been full of their ups and downs. Mostly up, but some pretty deep downs. But despite the fact that I feel inadequate, you seem to think I'm enough.      I'm enough to wipe away your tears

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Before I became a mother, there were certain things I said I would never do: Go to the bathroom with a random nurse in the room. Let my kiddo nap on her tummy. Consider mac and cheese a meal for my child. Keep a binkie after a year old. Catch puke with my hands. Catch poop with my hands. Send the kiddo to bed with a cup. Consider pink and purple as acceptable clothing and paint options. Let my

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-44361789361615260652011-03-05T21:27:00.000-05:002011-03-05T21:27:04.681-05:00

I'm not talking about a cold nose or a sore face from catching one in the kisser (though, if that is a concern of yours as your children age, I recently came across a "safe snowball maker." So when your kids play in the snow, rather than making those dangerously deadly hand-packed snowballs, you can use this hand snowball maker to make soft, safe snowballs). I'm talking about how when you get

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You wanna know something? A few weeks ago, when the anxiety attack was looming, I had several thoughts on my mind. One of the many being "Ansley will be 2 in September. People are already starting to ask. When do we add another?" I'm not saying that that one thought brought on the issue, but I am saying that one thought has plagued me. For some time. I LOVE being a mom. More than I thought I

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-41954083447847183222011-02-20T20:50:00.001-05:002011-02-20T20:50:56.093-05:00

I'm still here. And I'll be right back. Soon. Promise. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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So much for waking up normal. Yeah, it didn't happen. This sucks.

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Is it possible for postpartum depression to hit more than a year after the child's birth?  Or, rather, anxiety? The last two days have been hell. In fact, I don't even know how I'm able to sit here and type. I'm shaking, but not cold. I'm uneasy. I can't relax. Tonight isn't as bad as last, but it's still really difficult. And I don't really know what triggered it. But it was too much for me

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No, I'm not referring to that parody by Weird Al. Besides. NKOTB? Totally had the Right Stuff. No. I'm talking about that powdery, white, wet, fluffy goodness that seems to have found its way into my yard again. I'm talkin' snow, y'all! Here's the thing. I think EVERYONE (ok, maybe not everyone. But everyone except for, like, three people) I know is totally sick of snow. Tired of winter.

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I mean, GINORMOUS.  You really have no idea.  Do you remember the Sweet Harper Holidays giveaway?  That was huge. This is, well, off the charts I suppose. Sweet Harper introduced me to Giddy Up and Grow. Super cute headbands and trinkets. I luff. Giddy Up and Grow introduced me to Laura Winslow Photography. Aside from having absolutely stunning photographs, LWP has a stellar giveaway for the

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It's beautiful out today. GORGEOUS, really. So I opted to take the kiddo on a walk in the sunshine. We're walking along, with Ansley wearing her hot pink sunglasses which are too big for her head but apparently the sun was just too much for her today. Anywho, she's still in her clothes from church. So, we pass this couple with a little boy, prolly about 3 years old. I'm pretty sure he had just

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So much for finding time to blog more.  We are just beyond busy at this house. With a kiddo that refuses to sleep, a hubs that works about 20 hours overtime AND attends classes, and me who is too far behind to even think about working ahead, we are functioning on the bare bones here. We are going on about 4 months of Ansley not sleeping well. We get about one night a week where she will sleep

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-10956203180566917742011-01-29T22:41:00.002-05:002011-01-29T22:41:59.371-05:00

I just saw a mouse. In.my.kitchen. ::shutter:: I want it gone, but I'm a little sad at the methods of removal. Think happy thoughts.

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I'm baaaaack! (For a second I thought I typed "I'm Barack." It's been a long time.) Ok, no more photo-only posts. For realz. Well, maybe a few every now and again. For the first time in my life, I live in a house with internet access. Ok, maybe not exactly. For a few years in high school, my family had WebTV. Do you remember those? The first of it's kind, allowing you to access the internet on

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Sleeping on the job. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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Cheering on Da Bears. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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Sharing her yogurt... Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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It snowed again tonight. See? All this in, oh, bout 4 hours. At this rate the schools will be canceled within the hour. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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That is a Christmas card. Still displayed, along with many others, in my dining room. I know, it's sad, really. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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This is my dog, Bunker. This is where I found him. Sleeping. On the clean laundry. Give an inch and he takes a mile. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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That's right. Tonight I broke down and spent a small fortune on acne cleanser. Because despite being 27 (gasp! That's the first time I've written that), I have acne like a Bieber-maniac. And the ONLY thing I've ever found to work- not including birthing a baby- is this stuff. But I've been too cheap to dish out the dough since I have to pay for it. But when I got to thinking, it is cheaper

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Tried a new restaurant tonight. It was the highlight of my evening. Baltimore lost. Atlanta didn't even show up. But dinner was good. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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So, earlier today, I wrote this massive blog post for my friday confession. I actually poured my heart out about some things. And I waited to publish it. Because it needed editting. And refining. And it didn't save. I'm far too tired to rewrite it now. And tomorrow? The moment may have passed. I'm sure it will resurface. It always does. And I'll write again. But right now, I'm going to bed.

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Remember Rufus? He's much bigger now, and a total cuddle bug. And on tuesday night, he caught a little mouse that ran into my kitchen. And, he ate it. Whole. ::shutter:: Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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I colored. And I enjoyed it. Princess book and all. Yeah, I'm cool like that. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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Tuesday. Awesome. Does make me think of that episode of Grey's Anatomy though. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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Ok. I'm a little late with some pics. But, see that??? It's the first 4 inches of 8 total that fell on Monday. And, it's still there. Well, most of it, at least. Living in the south means I'm not sick of it yet. In fact, I hope we get at least one more snow this winter. Bliss. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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It is the end of the day. My hair has been napped on, wind blown and tugged on. But, it's much shorter & easier to manage. Whew. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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Today, Ansley had junk food. Lots of junk food. We headed over to my parents' house to watch the Seahawks show the Saints Who Dat is. Anywho, I love my parents dearly, but they take the title "grandparents" to mean "spoil the kiddo and get her all hyped up like a spider monkey on mountain dew." Tonight, Ansley enjoyed chocolate milk shake, pink lemonade (ok, I gave her the lemonade,

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I know I haven't had a post with any substance in a while. But, seriously. I've just been so busy. And I've come to really be thankful for the fact that I've been able to update the blog from my phone. It's been brilliant, really. Quickly upload a picture, write a post all in the car. Or while waiting in line at the grocery store. Cause, let's be honest. There is only so many times I care to

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-10568492230889980542011-01-06T22:13:00.001-05:002011-01-06T22:13:15.607-05:00

Don't judge my messy bathroom. It's time for the hair to go. Tomorrow. Noon.Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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I cooked dinner tonight! And spaghetti? Never fails. Ansley will pack away as much, if not more than me. But it sure is messy.Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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Cute shoes, no? I luffs them. Three inch heels in a cute plaid. The best part? I only paid $3 for them! However, they are half a size too small. So, imagine the pain in my little toesies after wearing them to work today after 11 days of strictly flats. Ooh.Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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Seven business days. 11 total. 11 days where we were able to make a new schedule. Where I was there for both naps, and most afternoon naps included one of my own. Meals with the hubs. Extra time with family. A joyous visit with my sister. Family photos. Good food. Bones. New toys. Christmas. It was a wonderful time at home. Most times, I feel that after such a long break, I'm ready to get back

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-53737013918328856792011-01-03T22:18:00.001-05:002011-01-03T22:18:28.610-05:00

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Don't worry, that's not my leg. Though, to be completely honest, I have been going a few weeks between shavings, & maybe a little more recently, and my legs were rivaling those of the hubs. Anywho, today before the hubs went to work, Ansley enjoyed a quick lean-to tent.Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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Now that I have a cool phone, I can upload pics straight to the blog. That, combined with the fact that I love to set unreal expectations for myself, I'm gonna try this whole daily document thing again. So, this picture? It's the view from my couch, where I've planted myself the past few days, recovering from a yucky stomach bug. Yes, my Christmas tree is still up. It'll come down next weekend

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-7183315190133541592010-12-28T14:42:00.000-05:002010-12-28T14:42:10.843-05:00

Ok, this week, I'm gonna hit it hard. I have several posts I'm working on, and, of course, I've got to slap some Christmas photos on here. But, at the moment, I'm still out of town with family. We're heading back soon. Though will miss this special time we've had, Ansley and I both miss Paul (who was unable to spend more than Christmas day with us), and we miss our beds, and I'm sure Ansley

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-76861689290189872072010-12-22T19:10:00.001-05:002010-12-22T19:27:03.755-05:00

So, for those of you that are just sitting on the edge of your seats wondering what is going on, I think I'll give you just a sneak peek just to shed a little light on recent circumstances. Basically, I've just been overwhelmed. But, what it really comes down to is that I'm selfish and things haven't been simple, and so I've felt overwhelmed. For instance, after 13 months sans toothers, the

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I'll be back, I promise. But right now, there's just so much going on, I'm struggling to deal appropriately. Christmas, work, a short visit with my dear sister and lack of quality time with the hubs have sent me into a bit of a headspin. Interestingly enough, it was just about this time last year that I was overwhelmed with anxiety. So, if you pray, do so, and if you have some extra

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-9563919955369363262010-12-17T08:30:00.001-05:002010-12-17T08:30:00.524-05:00

Ok. This is truly a confession. Specifically because I KNOW I have family members who read this blog, and it may totally change your opinion of me. I'm a snooper.  AKA, I like to locate my gifts. Before I was engaged, I found the receipt for my engagement ring. Hmm. This meant that when the now-hubs and I were in Maine for fall break and I had a feeling he was planning on proposing, I took a

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-21650024272269457272010-12-13T14:26:00.000-05:002010-12-13T14:26:53.408-05:00

Oh yes we did. And we sure had a wonderful time. On Saturday, the kiddo and I hit up a fabulous Christmas party. A volunteer worker at our office treated us to a homemade Italian dinner. When I say "homemade," I don't mean my type of "homemade." You know, Ragu Spaghetti Sauce with mushrooms ::check:: Angel hair pasta ::check:: Loaf of Italian bread ::check:: However, I do add an extra can of

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-28431087550953306232010-12-10T08:05:00.002-05:002010-12-10T15:40:26.619-05:00

I play games on facebook. Not like the scrabble or boggle games.  But those really annoying games that post stuff to the news feeds. Yup. I'm talking about Farmville. And Frontierville. In my defense, I try to only post things to my profile once (if that much) a day, and typically will only do 3 so it groups them and only one shows on the wall. Whew. I'm glad that's out there.

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-66212076981983381052010-12-07T15:02:00.000-05:002010-12-07T15:02:26.126-05:00

I'm waning. Like, seriously.  I'm running out of words. Out of stories. Out of time. I LOVE to write. By far, one of my favorite things to do.  I wasn't a stellar news reporter, but I got to be pretty good at writing stories.  My only problem was that many times, I wasn't too interested in what I had to write about. And, I think that's what makes a good writer: the ability to write a

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-59756906735277527402010-12-07T11:46:00.000-05:002010-12-07T11:46:35.315-05:00

I hate pictures of myself. Have I said that enough? But, oh wells. Here goes. Ansley: Sweater dress from Baby Gap red tights from Old Navy Black shoes, thrifted Here's a better look at her dress I love this dress! On the Momma: Cardigan, Old Navy Three-quarter boat neck top, Um, yeah, Old Navy Saturday Ansley and I took a trip to the in-laws for a baby shower. It meant 4-

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Whatcha think? Three posts in one day??? Ah, the miracle of scheduling posts! ;o) Ok, so, here's my Flame-Free Friday Confession. I am often cramped for time around dinner, and my kiddo eats like a machine. So, I frequently serve her a healthy meal of.... Chef Boyardee and bananas. Were're talking, like, three nights a week. It's her favorite. This has to qualify for the "

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-37894716392741845282010-12-03T11:45:00.002-05:002010-12-04T19:19:53.010-05:00

I just know it. So, I'm starting a little somethin' new. Join if you like, laugh if you choose, but just don't flame. Back when I was on The Bump tri boards, and this whole mommy-blog business of mine got started, I used to LOVE Fridays. For those of you who may have frequented The Bump, you know that most of the time, it was full of snark. Whether it was the girl who made herself vomit over

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Ya'll, I've got it. Bad. Before I start the post (I guess, technically, it's already started, but, just go with it), I should probably throw out a disclaimer.  I love where I am right now in life. I love my husband more than the average high schooler is in love with Lil Wayne or Ke$ha (seriously? Ke$ha???). My daughter is a barrel on monkeys, and so much more fun.  But... So last night, we were

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Ya'll, I'm at a loss. A loss for words. I don't have anything to write about. Maybe I should say I don't have anything to complain about! The kiddo has slept the last two nights.  I'm not counting my chickens before they've hatched, but this is a good start.  She's been going down relatively easy, and sleeping right on until about 8:15! Fabulous, really.  Only, I'm thinking it's a total fluke.

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-89162852905819037682010-11-29T11:11:00.000-05:002010-11-29T11:11:05.260-05:00

Dear police department that employs my husband, Could you BACK UP OFF, please? Listen, I know you guys are understaffed.  But that's what happens when you let 6 officers leave or get fired and you don't replace them! My husband? He hates to leave people in a crunch. And I love that about him. But, 72 hours in a week? That is ridiculous. You may wonder why he is working so much. It's because

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Are ya'll getting tired of this yet?? Here's the thing. There is a chance that by YOU reading this, you could win something awesome. So, really, I'm helping you out. Have you ever been at someones house and they have these really cool almost painting like image on their walls?  Sometimes they are phrases, or quotes, or silhouette-like images? I always want those, because I think it is one step

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-10858752886130275782010-11-25T22:25:00.001-05:002010-11-25T22:25:57.397-05:00

Today is the day. The day where emergency room visits due to cuts increase tenfold, along with cholesterol and waistlines. It's the day that brings in the OFFICIAL start of the Christmas season (not Halloween). It's Thanksgiving! Today started early, with Ansley waking at 6. After crawling around in the bed, she finally fell asleep on my arm. We reawakened at 9, not cause of the kiddo, but

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In many ways. So, you know how I won the MBS gift certificate? I have NO idea which picture to use, and even where to put it. I seriously want your help. This post will include some possible photo options and locations for the artwork.  I need you to leave me a comment telling me how to decorate my house. This isn't www.birthornot.com, but it is an opportunity for you to make a difference

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Yesterday, I went to the grocery store to gather up the fixins for a spectacular Thanksgiving feast. I opted to go to the store while on my lunch break, because that would save me the trouble of shopping with Ansley, which isn't as easy as it used to be (you know, back when you could put the carrier in the seat part of the buggy and they slept the whole time? Except, that was never really easy

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-80276929700116979402010-11-22T15:14:00.000-05:002010-11-22T15:14:03.203-05:00

I am so bad, ya'll. But, honestly, I feel like I'm a zombie walking through my days. Ansley has pretty much given up on sleeping through the night. And, truthfully, I'm too tired to care, which is visibly obvious. 1. I have circles under my eyes. The kind that can't be covered with make-up 2. My house is a wreck. Because when I finally do get the kiddo to bed, I put myself there to try and

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-41347039998772810702010-11-20T14:41:00.001-05:002010-11-20T14:41:56.344-05:00

Hubs: I don't really like these daipers. Me: I know they are a little more expensive but they fit her better. Hubs : No, I just don’t like the design. Me: What’s wrong with the design? Hubs: Pooh is sliding down a pole on the crotch of the diaper. True story.Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-68698599495599755972010-11-19T15:57:00.000-05:002010-11-19T15:57:14.713-05:00

When I'm frantically trying to calm the kiddo and clean the house and meet deadlines and just plain survive, I choose to write lists. And, most times, it's pretty simple. I pick a topic, and just let the stream of consciousness flow.  When it takes a little bit for another thing to come to mind, I end my list. Which also means I just write. I don't tend to censor my thoughts. Which, can give

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-58572729097366333432010-11-18T19:35:00.001-05:002010-11-19T15:50:23.409-05:00

...I'm proud of My father and mother, Dad, for being the strength of our family, Mom, for teaching me the in-and-outs of mommyhood, and both of them for sticking with the other for almost 28 years now. My sister, Crystal, for bucking the system and moving to a new place-across the country- with her hubs. My other sis, Brandy, for working so hard and putting up with her husband :o) My brother,

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-20956754075779352102010-11-18T14:03:00.000-05:002010-11-18T14:03:57.762-05:00

Me and the hubs, that is. And it has light brown hair, blue eyes, an occasional snotty nose and is really stinkin' cute. But I don't like it.  Because I like snuggling with my hubs. Ansley goes down for bed just fine. Beautifully, actually. And she sleeps for about 4 hours. But between midnight and 1 a.m., something really weird happens.  She wakes up and starts crying. When I go in to comfort

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-71375444767725491982010-11-18T08:00:00.001-05:002010-11-18T08:00:06.834-05:00

So, how's it goin'? Are you ready for Turkey Day, and the craziness that will follow on Friday?  I love Black Friday. LOVE it.  Last year, I scored my Nikon D3000 plus a telephoto lens for a great price. And I didn't even have to wait in line at 4 in the morning. So, here's the thing. Because I love you all, and feel I should share the holiday goodness, I'm going to let you in on a little

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-58152945668237853962010-11-17T10:45:00.000-05:002010-11-17T10:45:31.646-05:00

Here's the thing. One great aspect of being a mommy blogger is that you are surrounded by other mommy bloggers who are far more experienced than you. And, you know what experienced mommy bloggers do? Giveaways.  You know what inexperienced mommy bloggers do? Enter those giveaways. This isn't the first time I've entered a giveaway, or the first time I blogged about one.  But, dude, you get an

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-36285659759048904952010-11-16T09:34:00.002-05:002010-11-16T09:34:37.678-05:00

I've hit the big time now! I made myself a button!!  See???? How completely awesome is that?  Ok, ok. I know many may not even use it, but I don't care.  Because I MADE IT!  It's nothing spectacular or sparkly, but it's MINE! Feel free to grab it, if you feel so inclined!

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-88255796047049578282010-11-16T08:43:00.001-05:002010-11-16T08:43:00.867-05:00

So, I've recently realized that some of my readers may have wondered this way in hopes of finding a blog about cooking with soy, and all the wonderful things you can do with it. And, by now, you're probably so confused (if you are even still reading), and just keep sticking around because "I know she's going to mention SOMETHING. I just know it!" It's that whole too-far-in-to-turn-around

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-21480010209385866622010-11-15T22:52:00.001-05:002010-11-15T22:52:00.220-05:00

Dear Ansley, I know these past few days, you've been feeling terribly sick. It's been coming out both ends, and I feel so very bad for you.  You are welcome to snuggle in my lap as long as you want.  I just have one suggestion. When we switched you to Huggies diapers, it was because they fit you so much better as a walker. It wasn't because they were cuter, and it certainly wasn't because they

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-2356662666450878952010-11-15T11:33:00.000-05:002010-11-15T11:33:37.088-05:00

We had a great weekend!  And, rather than steppin' out with Ansley, the hubs and I were able to go on a date (if eating and shopping counts as such). So, here's the thing. I've got this awesome new phone, but I'm completely unable to use it.  But, we snapped a quick picture before we left the hotel room (pardon my mess. Seriously.) Me: Pink tunic top, Old Navy Cardigan, Old Navy, last year

Tiffanynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4966313553325795602.post-54630425900990322192010-11-12T11:23:00.000-05:002010-11-12T11:23:18.936-05:00

Tonight, the hubs and I are headed out of town for a weekend getaway. Sans kiddo. I'm concerned. I'm excited. Anxious. Scared. Anticipating. This won't be the first time I've been away from Ansley. A few months ago, the hubs had a week of training two hours away, actually in his hometown. So he took the babe to spend a week with the grandparents. It was difficult then, but at least she was with

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