Saturday, February 27, 2016

Let's go fly a kite


My day started at three thirty in the morning, can you believe that? As in I didn't go back to sleep. It's now nine thirty at night and I'm wrecked, but happy. Today is Wyatt's birthday, I can't believe he's twenty nine, It's been eight years that I've known him and thats wild.

Literally as I'm typing this he's scrubbing down the kitchen and muttering under his breath about jam being spilled on the counter. That's so Wyatt. It's the man's birthday and he's frantically Lysoling the kitchen and taking out trash, he's wonderful. Don't get me wrong, his incessant need to have the house clean has been the topic of many fights but knowing that he'll clean up after me is such a comforting thought, however guilty I may feel about it. 

Wyatt trying to comfort Sammy without having to pick him up :) What was best about this is that we had just been talking about millionaires. Then sammy starts crying and Wyatt stands there and shows him some dinky plastic toy. As he did it he told Sammy "If we were millionaires you'd have a nice round head because I'd have the energy and time to hold you more... flat heads are for poor babies". I just about died laughing. 

Wyatt is the last priority in the household. Not that any of us purposely put him there! He puts himself last priority. When we chat on the phone first his first question is always "How are the kids?" second question is "How are you?" third "Tell me about your day". Every once in a few conversations I'll remember to ask him how work was, it usually happens mid sentence and sounds something like this "wait! how as work?!"I don't think it's mushy of me to say that I never expected to have a husband as selfless as Wyatt. 

It's because of this that I found myself in the Walmart parking lot at 4:00am. We needed milk, and I really wanted Wyatt to sleep in on his birthday. I knew if I didn't get the milk he'd get up and go get it, or he'd watch the kids while I did (which would have probably been worse!). As I wandered up and down the isles I kept wishing I could buy Wyatt a birthday gift. I wished that I had some extra money so I could go out and get him something special. I actually tried picking up a housecleaning job on Saturdays to earn some extra money for a gift, but as it turns out you can't just work Saturdays. But I digress, I bought the groceries we absolutely needed and figured that it would be okay to buy a roast and some treats for Wyatt's Birthday. As I was checking out I was pleasantly surprised that the groceries were quite affordable, I told the cashier that it was my husbands birthday and I wanted to make him a special dinner. She asked me if I picked up any decorations, I hadn't, we really couldn't afford them... but maybe we could. Our groceries had turned out to be less than I had expected so I figured I could have gotten some balloons. When I told this to the cashier she said that they can fill any balloon bought in the store with helium. The manager overheard and quickly pointed out that it was way too early in the morning for anyone to be available to do that for me. That was fine, I didn't care too much. She however had a change of heart and told me I could pick two or three balloons. As I waited in the party isle for her to fill my balloons up I came across Shark party decorations. That's kind of a big deal.

If you know Wyatt you'll know he loves sharks. As in thinks they're the coolest things ever. Has ever since he was four. I really couldn't help buying some shark party decorations, so I did. As I was checking out with my new party decorations I had a mini anxiety attack. I thought about the money I was spending and how Wyatt would probably be frustrated with the money spent rather than pleasantly surprised at the extra thought. 

To my extreme relief he was happy about the decorations. I didn't have to wait long either, I came home around 5:00 am and he was awake! He was supposed to be sleeping, and not long after I got home the kids were awake too. By six am everyone in the house was awake, which never happens! 
taken at 5:30 in the AM!


I made cinnamon rolls for breakfast, which as you would have it Wyatt wasn't really feeling. He wasn't feeling well so breakfast was the last thing on his mind. However he ended up having one and told me it was really good. Win!

The rest of my day was a blur of playing with kids, changing kids, trips to the potty and feeding kids. In all seriousness I can't tell you what happened when! It seems like one never ending tornado! Think the archery tournament from Robin Hood. When a bunch of animals are running around under an tent and little John pokes his head out to ask who's "driving this umbrella" I'm little john. No actually I'm one of the animals running around under the tent, I have no idea where we are going or what we're doing! 

Finally, at around six pm I decided we all HAD to get out of the house. It was a gorgeous day and hanging out at home all day is depressing. I set up the stroller and buckled Danny and Sammy in, when sammy spits ups. I got him cleaned up and Danny needed apple juice, then he needed to pee. Then I needed to pee. Anyways, you get the idea, leaving the house was hard. As we're making our way to the park Danny says "Kite? Kite! yeah kite!" You see I had forgotten to tell you that I bought a two dollar kite for Danny at Walmart as well. It was an impulse buy for sure but It was two dollars!! I thought about it and turned the stroller around to go pick his kite up. We get through the door and Sammy is not happy, I grab the kite and put Sammy in the carrier and tell Danny to walk with me and hold my hand. 

I am so exhausted at this point. I'm drained physically, mentally and emotionally. We finally get to the park and Danny is bursting with excitement to fly his kite. Only, there was no wind... Nonethe less he runs into the little valley of grass and starts running as fast as he can with his kite dragging behind him. When suddenly there is the slightest gust of wind and it sends his kite soaring. Danny squeals with excitement as he runs faster hoping to get the kite higher all the while scramming "mamma mamma mamma look! look! It's flying!". The look on his face was enough to melt my heart but behind him was one of the most beautiful sunsets I've ever seen. It was a magic. There was magic in this ordinary moment. A quite affirmation that my job as a mother is important and rewarding. As I ran with Danny and watched him smile and laugh I thought to myself "How could I want for more?". The sunset, my babies, a two dollar kite and beautiful weather. Bliss! Though, It's a wonder how we missed stepping in all the dog poo. Honestly people, clean up after your dogs, gross. We spent the next thirty minutes running throughout the whole valley, I've never seen Danny run as much as a he did today. He was so happy, it was magical. 

The rest of the day was wild, it was a total blurr. Wyatt and I were all over the place taking care of kids until now. The kids are sleeping and the house would be quiet if it weren't for the Birthday boy muttering about crumbs on the kitchen floor. Today was exhausting, today was magic, today was my best friends birthday! 


xoxo,

Cindita




PS. Post title brought to you by Mary Poppins. I used to sing this song to Danny all the time, when I pushed him on the swings, when we were walking around Boston for hours on end. So I think that might be part of the reason why he was so excited about the kite today. 



Thursday, February 25, 2016

I SEEN IT!

I found this picture on Tumblr and It's currently my wallpaper, jealous? you should be, it's very relaxing to look at. I want to visit here, wherever it is. I want to be more outdoorsy, I want to explore with my babies!
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I've been thinking a lot about the family I saw in the park. I'm sure that what Wyatt said about it being the "Island way" has some truth to it. However, I'm certain that theres more to it. You don't have to grow up in Hawaii to be chill and I'm sure there are some Hawaiin's that have no chill (maybe?).

I've been racking my brain over this. Then today it hit me, faith. I was listening to a conference talk while nursing Sammy (I count that as scripture study) and I thought that possibly a laid back relaxed lifestyle can stem from faith. I was thinking of my worries and how much they weigh me down. In the grand scheme of things these worries aren't that big of a deal, but I think I could be a lot happier without them regardless. Take my kids for example, isn't the Lord vested in seeing them happy? If I try my best won't he make up for the rest? Maybe instead of feeding my stresses and worries I should feed my faith. I can bring my worries to him and let him carry the weight of them.

 It's scary, putting your faith in the hands of the Lord. It's infinitely easier to worry and doubt. I've always had a difficult time putting my trust in the Lord. I've grown to be a lot better at it, but it's still really hard when the big questions come in to play. Death for example, I don't wanna die! I do have a sense of peace knowing I'll be with my family forever but I want to be around in mortality as well. I wanna raise my babies! Illness is another example, Menieres Disease is no joke! You don't mess around with it. When I was first diagnosed a friend told me "Everything will be okay in the end, if it's not okay it's not the end". That's good and all but jeez isn't anyone else worried about what happens between beginning to end? Okay, I'm getting off track. The point is, I can start off putting my faith in the Lord with small matters, and work my way up the big ones. Maybe I can think of it like a muscle. You need to strengthen it, work it. That's all.

xoxo,
Cindy

PS. Post title brought to you by this picture I found on Tumblr. This basically sums up my life




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Tuesday, February 23, 2016

I aint ever seen no gator get punk'd by a mongoose!


Today was a really good day. Monday's usually are, I actually really enjoy them. A lovely friend of mine once told me she loved them. I couldn't fathom why, she explained that she felt like it was a clean start, a new slate. Over the past few months I've come to view Mondays that same way. 
I've been doing a lot of thinking about my goals in life and ultimately what kind of person I want to shape up to be. I usually soul search every two years or so. I'm past due! After considering how limited on time I am I have decided that first and foremost my priority is being a mom. I know that sounds so cliche. But hear me out. I am so tight on time it's wild. I USED to think I was tight on time, pre marriage, pre baby, pre second baby. But holy heavens is time tight now! I have two babies and honestly I'm treading water here! Not much else gets done but taking care of them.  That being said, I've realized that at the end of the night, when I close my eyes to go to bed, if I have any regrets it's that I didn't play astronauts with Danny or I didn't snuggle Sammy as much as I would have liked to. Because of this I decided to first and foremost to put being a doting mom in front of all else. The dictionary defines "doting" as "extremely and uncritically fond of someone; adoring". That sounds nice. I want to be the mom who plays with her kids. Maybe I look like a mess and my kid has dirt on his hands and syrup smeared across his face but boy is he happy!
 The above picture is so me. I usually always have chipped finger nail polish and my hair is a mess. I wasn't posing in this picture. My friend and neighbor Kara snapped this picture while I was admiring my son. I think i'll look back on this picture and hold it dear to my heart. 

I've thought a lot about why this blog is public. I've thought a lot about making this private and deleting my Instagram account as well. It's funny, I decided this last August that I would grow a public Instagram account and open up my blog for the public (all while taking a Real Estate course! Because, why not?). In about six weeks I grew to about 2000+ followers and received about 1000 page views per month. I'd say thats pretty good. but I don't exactly have anything to compare it to. Does it matter? I feel like it was a success. I collaborated with a few shops/companies and it was awesome! Surprisingly,  After a few months it lost it's appeal, I guess you could say I got burnt out. I wanted to share less and less with people and keep more things private. The irony is strong with this one. 

So what to do? 

I'm torn, truthfully. Running a blog and growing an Instagram isn't just putting pictures out there for people to see. It's sharing part of yourself. It's networking ( A LOT of networking) while I was pregnant with Sammy I had the hardest time sleeping, when I was up at night I thought "why not grow an Instagram?" which I did. But now, I sleep at night! (Sammy is a champion!) I don't have even half the amount of time I had to network and branch out. I want to soak in these childhood years with my babies. Someday when I'm old and fabulous I want to turn to Wyatt and say "I'm glad I didn't miss a second". I only have Danny home with me for two more years! TWO! that will fly by. Then he's out in the world, without me. He will go to school and I won't get to see all of his smiles or be there to comfort him when he's hurt. I live in this little bubble with my babies. I get to shield them and love them, and ultimately decide what they hear and see. I want to make it the warmest funnest bubble ever! that sounds SO weird, it's late don't judge. 

On the other hand, I was at Women's conference on Saturday and the first talk really resonated with me. She spoke about how the world needs men and women who will stand up for what's not necessarily popular, but what is important and right. Sleepless nights with babies and spit up covered clothing are far from popular and I know there are millions of mom blogs out there. Mine is different. Because it is me. My voice, my personality, my experiences and my thoughts. (Besides, do you know of anyone else who has these awesome post titles? no? I thought so). So I'll keep it public, for now. I just ultimately won't be spending much time trying to do anything but document my family. 

If you're reading this, you should do the same. Document your family, keep their memories alive in your words and photos. Your family doesn't have to have a mom a dad and babies. I know there are families that have one mom or one dad or grandparents. Maybe you don't have kids yet, maybe you have a dog, maybe you aren't married. But whatever the case may be, life is truly a gift from God and it's our responsibility to use that gift to shower those we love with affection. 

I think i've said my peace. 

xoxo,
Cindy

PS. Post title brought to you by Snoop! Well Jimmy Kimmel, if were being technical.


Wednesday, February 17, 2016

No, I'm not trying to push out a fart



Dear Cindy,

Sometimes you're a little windy.
But that's okay,
Cause I don't always have much to say.
As I sit and ponder in bed,
My face is turning a little red.
No, I'm not trying to push out a fart,
Instead I'm letting you hold my heart.
And I don't always do well on a test,
But in bed I'm the best.
Anyway... let's get down to the nitty gritty.
And I'll think of something witty.
Just one more thought for now,
And trust me your gonna say "wow"
Love you forever, Like you for always
Forever, and ever, my baby you'll be. 

Wyatt


Happy Valentines Day 





Tuesday, February 9, 2016

I never will be far away


Recently, I have seen so many of my friends lose children it makes my heart ache. I've known people who have lost children growing up, but somehow now being a mother I feel as though I more adequately "mourn with those that mourn". I felt the need to write my thoughts and feelings down. I'm not sure how to go about doing it so I will write a type of "open letter" to friends and family who have lost their babies. (babies being children, I can't imagine ever ceasing to refer to Danny as my baby, even when he's a full grown adult)

I am so sorry for your loss. When I first hear the sad news of your sweet one passing these are the first words that come to mind. There are so many more things I'd like to say but don't think it appropriate or necessary. I'd like to take a minute and tell you about how much I think about you. About how much I think of your baby/babies.  

I can't imagine the type of agony and despair that comes from saying goodbye to your child. Sympathizing with you makes me cry and feel a deep ache in my chest. Whenever I tell my husband this he replies "I don't like to think about it or imagine it" which is what any normal person would say and do. But as a mother, woman and friend, i do, think about it. The whole "mourn with those that mourn" kicks in here. I think I'm beginning to understand it.

I would find it difficult to open my eyes in the morning knowing I won't see my babies face. I would feel a deep sorrow at night knowing I won't tuck them into bed or negotiate how many books to read before we kiss goodnight. 

At graduations I would wonder what my child would look like graduating, what their first date would have been like. As the years pass I would wonder how happy they would be when they found love and what he or she would look like on their wedding day. I would imagine what they would look like with a baby of their own. At times I might scan a crowd looking for their face hoping this was all a terrible nightmare. 

I am so sorry. 

I think of you, a lot. Sometimes I think of you when I look at the sunset. I think of you when I rock my baby. I think of you when I do my kids laundry and when I wash dishes. I want you to know that I haven't forgotten about you or your baby. I think of you both. I remember the pictures you shared of them. 

Because I remember, I love deeper. I play more, rock longer. I give more kisses and more hugs. I care less and less about fads and more about being the most loving mother I can possibly be. When exhaustion and frustration kicks in I remember you. I take a deep breath to collect myself and appreciate the frustration for what it is. A blessing. 

I love you. I love you and your baby. 

I look forward to the day when I can see you and your baby reunited again. I won't say anything, I won't even wave. But I will smile knowing you have been made whole again and will share in your happiness. 

I am so sorry for your loss and want you to know I think of you and your sweet baby. 

-Cindy

Ps. Todays post title was brought to you by Billy Joel's "Lullaby"



* A note about the picture- Back in December I was racing to get home. I had two crying kids in the back and I was stressed and exhausted. Danny kept saying "mama orange!" "mama look!" "mama orange!" I kept passively saying "yeah orange" "cool Danny". He wouldn't let this "orange" thing go. At a stop light I finally looked back at him and said "WHAT?". He pointed beyond me to the front of the car and said "Cloud". When I turned around I saw one of the most spectacular sunsets I have ever witnessed. I had been too busy racing home and fighting traffic to notice it. My son was so excited about the sunset he wanted to share it with me but I wouldn't give him the time of day. I don't think I need to tell you that this was one of the moments when you realize you need to stop and smell the roses. Thank you Danny, you are a remarkable little boy.  

I swished wished you'd stay!

I felt so happy in this moment having lunch with Danny I thought I would take a picture of my current surroundings to remember. 
Anybody else sick of the internet? For a few months now I have been so fed up with it. Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest you name it I'm over it. Someone always wants something from me. Pinterest wants me to spend money I don't have on crap I don't need. Facebook wants me to compare my life with others and Instagram wants me to post perfect pictures in tiny squares for others to look at. Everybody knows that one only uploads the best part of their lives onto social media, yet everyone struggles comparing themselves. yuck. 


Danny has been carrying around this black bag, meant for sunglasses, full of items he calls his treasures. I thought I'd take a picture of them to remember. 
*Scuba Steve
*Lightning Mcqueen (queen)
*Yellow sports car (bumble bee)
*Zepplinger (noon)
*Quarter (money!)
* Other cars (Samily hotwheels aka Family of hotwheels) 

It's sweet that this is what he considers treasure. 


Yesterday I busted out the "activity folders" with Danny. He mostly tore them apart. But instead of pairing the clouds to their matching colors he made a rainbow. I wasn't there to see him make it but it was a sweet surprise. it really does require only a little effort for me to make him happy. I need to put forth more effort for sure.

xoxo,

Cindita

PS. post title brought to you by Radio Free Roscoe. I think I actually felt a little part of me die inside when the show ended. :( Anyways anytime I hear this song nostolgia hits me hard! Back to when i was in Junior High/High School and tuned into teen nick to watch this show at night 11pm? Midnight? Not sure. They were so cool. I miss it, maybe someday I'll buy the DVDs and rewatch it. I'd like that.

Honey Pot

Danny is obsessed with these youtube videos that have "surprise eggs" this is me surprising him with 99c bubbles from Walmart. Funny how you don't have to have a ton of money to make a kid happy! 
Yesterday I managed to get out of the house and to the park with Danny and Sammy. I ended up putting sammy in a carrier and walking there with Danny. When we were gearing up to leave a family with two boys about Danny's age showed up. The parents looked so happy and so at ease. I wished that Wyatt and I could be that way. They looked so happy, the parents were actually taking turns pushing each other on the swing. I wondered if Wyatt and I would do this, we probably wouldn't, we wouldn't be at the park! They were so nice to Danny, they insisted their kids play with Danny and share their toys. Sammy was getting ready to eat so we couldn't stick around for too long, I wish we could have though. They were so pleasant. They explained that on a whim they bought a three dollar kite from the grocery store and proceeded to put it together for their kids. Danny was so excited, they offered to let him fly it. Who are these people?! Later I told Wyatt about how deeply touched I was by their happiness. I also told them I wished I was more laid back like that. He simply replied "Its the island way" Geez I wish I could adopt a little of that mentality. I need it. Stress clings to me a like an expensive perfume... Whatever, hopefully I'll see them at the park again.

I worry and stress about so much. I'm starting to wonder if half of it is even necessary. Take being a parent, we have so much more to stress about than, say our great grandparents did. People used to let their kids play outside, now I'm paranoid someone will snatch up my baby! No one cared how much or how little TV your kids watched, who cares?! Sitting down one on one with them and making sure they meet milestones? Nope, nobody cared. The list goes on and on.  I think if I had to explain my dream parenting in a nutshell it would be that I enjoy my kids. Sometimes I enjoy them a little less and have them watch TV. Does that make me a bad mom? Probably not, but in todays competitive pinterest world if I'm not doing some elaborate craft or mentally stimulating activity every day with them I'm terrible! I would stress so much less if I accepted the fact that Danny watches TV, Sammy probably will too. But I try my best, I try my best to play with them and make them feel loved. Isn't that enough?


Me taking the time to really soak in my baby. This is for all those women who say "Enjoy them while they're little"! :)

Wyatt and I stayed up late watching three episodes of Better Call Saul. That's kind of our thing, we enjoy watching shows together. We regretted it later in the night though, Danny woke up a bunch and we were dead tired. Sammy, funny enough never woke up. Love my dream baby! When Wyatt and I watch shows together and get excited talking about them it reminds me that we do have a lot in common and that we really do like each other, it's just, kids literally get in between you and your spouse. As in, they sleep horizontally in between you. (Why they can't sleep vertically is beyond me). Kids make you sleep deprived and a little crazy too as well. I could go on and on with this list, the point being when people tell you to keep doing things you and your spouse enjoy doing together it's so so so important.

In other news I started listening to podcasts and I really love it! Wyatt even listened to a few yesterday, which I attribute to me talking about the ones I was listening too. Though he says it's not. Two days ago he said podcasts were stupid, then last night he spends twenty minutes talking to me about one he listened to, yeah I think I got to him :). Anyways, it opened a whole new world of conversation for us, which I'm really happy about.

Danny pretended to rock me and sing "Rocka bye baby" and it was really cute, though he freaked out when I asked him for a kiss. I guess I took it too far. lol

xoxo,
cindy

PS. Post title brought to by Mr. Curry on Paddington. I really like Peter Capaldi and found his character hilarious. It was really hard finding a clip for his character. I found this compilation of clips, and am annoyed that there is music... why? Anyways I love that he calls Nicole Kidman's character "Honey Pot". It's hilarious! Sadly, this video did not contain my favorite scene of his! He offers Nicole kidman some sandwiches and pickles as a celebratory meal. 



Pupher fish



Danny made up this adorable game where you pretend to blow up a balloon with your hands and then he pops it! The game can also be played visa versa. It was adorable seeing him squeal with excitement as the imaginary balloon would grow bigger and bigger! When I would pop his imaginary balloon he'd make a "pfffffttt" sound. Just like a deflating balloon.
He's getting so good at his letters and numbers! He's also singing "Rocka bye baby" and "Popcorn popping on the apricot tree" lastly he also sings "twinkle twinkle little star". Not sure where he learned these songs, but hey I'll take it!He also started singing the Do Re Mi song from Sound of Music with me again! Yay! He sounds adorable singing them. He enjoys helping around the kitchen, which is equal parts cute and annoying. Sometmes you just want to cook on your own ya know?  On another note he started throwing away dirty diapers for me, cutie. Though the whole way to the trash can he says "Ew, stinky cow" and holds his nose.
Sammy is getting so big! It's unreal! He loves Danny, as in he will sit and watch him for hours and smiles at him all the time!
Wyatt and I started watching Better Call Saul, it's really good. Like Breaking Bad it's dark, watch at your own risk!!
xoxo,

Cindy

PS. post title brought to you by Danny and one of his favorite words "Puffer Fish" which he says like pupher fish. 

Just another douche bag with a job and three pairs of Dockers

The original #squadgoals
 So in case you're new around here Wyatt and I love watching shows together. It's kind of our thing. Every married couple has one,  my aunt and uncle for example love to get drunk and hot tub. It's their thing, they've been married for over, I don't know, forty years and they are still going strong.  I do not suggest you drink or hot tub, however, finding something that you and your spouse enjoy doing together is really important. For Wyatt and I sitting and watching a show is our thing, now, before you engrain a mental image of a fat old married couple, please note that we also love eating out.

It's been hard to watch shows since Sammy was born because the kids are always awake! But We've been able to squeeze in a few. Here are some honorable mentions...

STAR WARS: So many bae's so little time! Han SOLO, Princess Leia, and Chewbacca, oh my! I can't believe I've never taken the time to go back and watch episodes 4-6. However now that I have, I have been given life. I knew the gist of the films (Darth Vader, Death Star, live long and proser) (oh! did you catch that one? ;) However, being fully immersed in this adventure was totally worth the hours put in. Now, the real question, is Rey Luke Skywalkers daughter??? My money is on yes!


I couldn't resist throwing this in here. Oscar Isacc is amazing. I totally didn't recognize him in Ex Machina. 


BACHELOR: Speaking of bae's this seasons bachelor is a winner in my book. Brad and Chris were lukewarm, at best! Higgins gets two thumbs up! Wyatt and I enjoy watching the drama unfold with the ladies. I will forever be grateful for that one moment of weakness two years ago when Wyatt decided to watch "just one" episode with me. His insights and funny commentary are gold. This season I'm really rooting for Caila! I hope she gets far! Though I think Lauren B and Jojo will also make it far. I'm cool with that. Oh! I love Olivia, she bat crazy but she knows what she wants and goes after it! She is one mom that is not going to get pushed around at PTA meetings.  
Oh, Lace, you give Realtors everywhere a bad name! Shame on you.



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BETTER CALL SAUL: Where to start? This show is amazing. If you liked Breaking Bad you will love this show. I feel like I can relate to Saul on so many levels it's tragic. I feel bad for him and I look forward to the day when he rises in the black market of legal aid! Though, I'm worried for his epic fall and eventual management of Cinnabon. Viewer Discretion: like Breaking Bad this show is dark, no where near as dark as Breaking Bad, but still.  Actually, our post title is from Breaking Bad. In Saul's final scene of Breaking Bad he predicts he will be working at a Cinnabon, which is exactly how Better Call Saul starts!

There are other shows that need to be added to this list. But I can hear Sammy crying through the baby monitor, my wit and charming personality is needed elsewhere!

Cindy

PS. Here's the clip from Breaking Bad where Saul predicts his sad future. Side note, Walt is super scary! I hope you appreciate this clip, it was really hard to find! 






Monday, February 8, 2016

Freshly picked, I love you!


Can you believe Samuel is almost three months old? I can't, time has seriously flown by.  Over the last few weeks Sammy has started to strut his crib moccs that Freshly Picked gifted to him! So I'm sharing three reasons why Freshly Picked is the king pins of the moccasin world.

First off, comfort. Have you ever felt a pair of Freshly Picked moccs? No? Let me explain it to you. As you run your fingers over the moccs your fingers will sing praise and you will wonder where these shoes have been all your life. Sadly, they are not available in adult sizes, I'm sure we could write a letter to freshly picked about that ;). While we're working on getting adult sizing, lets bask in the peace of mind that these buttery soft moccs offer you. As a mom I've always worried about my kids' comfort--I let them hang out in pajamas more than I should because of this. When I put these moccs on my baby he not only looks fly but I know that he's comfortable. Win! Don't waste time with uncomfortable rigid baby shoes, skip right to the comfort that high quality leather offers.

Second, practicality. If you've seen the movie "Look who's talking" you'll know that the protagonist's love interest uses the excuse of a missing baby shoe to get into free movies at the theater. When I was younger I thought this was genius and promised myself to use this trick, fast forward fifteen years and I've realized that a missing baby shoe is nothing to laugh about. It's awful, you dish out twenty bucks for these adorable shoes you just couldn't pass up. You daydream of what your child will look like wearing them. You imagine all the scenarios where strangers stop to compliment your babies footwear. However, like Taylor Swift, baby shoes are a nightmares dressed as daydreams. You'll be out on a walk feeling amazing then you look down to admire said baby shoes and realize realize your baby is missing a shoe. Panic sets in as you search for it, you retrace your steps and slowly lose sanity as you try to imagine where it could be. Sadly, many times, you never find it. Suddenly that twenty dollars you dished out is wasted. But alas there is hope! Freshly Picked moccasins never (NEVER) slip off. Both my babies had really skinny feet, they slipped their shoes off with ease. It was so annoying. However every time Sammy leaves the house wearing moccs we return with not one but both moccs still on his feet. I can't stress to you how amazing this is.

Third, design. These moccs are so stinking cute and they go with everything! Sammy wears his moccs every day. It's nice to dress him up a bit without sacrificing his comfort or worrying that he'll lose the shoes. With a wide variety of designs and colors you won't have problem pairing them with outfits.

I realize that Freshly Picked moccasins are expensive; however, they're worth it. Why spend money buying low quality shoes when you could just buy one really well made pair of moccs? You pay for quality. You can match them with anything, they won't fall off your babies feet and they're super comfy.




Ps. I have received a free product to review but these are 100% my own words and opinions! Peace and blessings!

Monday, February 1, 2016

The yellow one's don't stop!


Christmas 2015 was a million times better than 2014! While last year was special because it was our first Christmas as a little family, I was crazy depressed over my unknown ailments. Though I think Wyatt and Danny had a pretty good Christmas nonetheless.  But honestly, I never said I was a selfless blogger. This blog is all about me.... dang.
Wyatt's parents flew us to their house for this Christmas. Saying that we were looking forward to this trip would be a gross understatement. Everyday I'd look at my phone and wish it was the 24th( our flight). We the Anthony's were struggling. First of all we all got sick, as in "I don't have the energy to watch TV" sick. Poor Danny got the worst of it, having an ear infection and pink eye in not one but both of his eyes. It broke my heart to hear him begging for me to hold him and not being able to. I wanted to hold and cuddle him but I had Sammy. First off, I didn't want to spread the germs around. Secondly, Sammy was taking up a considerable amount of my time. There was one specific moment when he was sitting on the couch, miserable (red goopy eyes and feverish) and he looked at my friend (who had come over to help me)  and whispered "hold you...". My heart broke into a million pieces and that moment will forever go down in motherhood guilt history.

ANYWAYS

Fast forward to Christmas Eve, the flight itself was easy peasy. The kids slept the whole time so WIN! We were however delayed an hour which was a downer. The visit was worth it though!
I have to dedicate an entire paragraph for our arrival to my in-laws house. Eric, Wyatt and Danny got out of the truck before Sam and I did so I got to see Danny step into nanny's house! I hope I forever remember seeing him walk into the kitchen. I've never been to a red carpet premier (oh wait I have) but if I had it would have looked like this moment. The entire family was standing on either side of him and cheering. After adjusting to the changes of having a new baby around, and feeling crummy for a month, I'm certain that this welcome rocked his world. I'm certain my heart skipped a beat at this moment. As in my heart literally oozed with love for this family, my family! His cousins were excited to talk to him about christmas and show him presents that they had bought for him. The kids' affection for Danny has blown me away before but somehow it just gets better. I wish I had a unicorn for each and every one of them. Possibly a goose that lays golden eggs. 
The rest of the evening was spent laughing, screaming and singing. We re-enacted the Nativity, and Sammy was baby Jesus! At one point there were three Marys (what's the plural spelling for Mary?) and two Josephs, classic! This year, I got to be Mary! Win! I've been waiting around to have a newborn around Christmas for it to happen! whoop whoop!
To wrap things up we all opened up our pajamas and changed into them in the living room... or we didn't. The kids did! 

CHRISTMAS MORNING:


We woke up to a white Christmas. When has this happened in Utah?! In all my lifetime I wasn't privileged to have a snowstorm on Christmas Eve and beautiful new fallen snow for Christmas morning. I actually teared up taking this picture. The last time I was around beautiful new fallen snow my ear was roaring and crushing my will to live. I saw some birds fly by and I felt an incredible since  of peace, happiness and completion. I swear birds flying by in the sky is natures way of sending me a message. 


We actually didn't buy Christmas presents this year. But we were spoiled by our families! My in laws rained down Christmas joy and gifts all day long. Danny got more presents on Christmas day than he could even wrap his toddler brain around. On top of flying us out to for the Holidays they bought us a bomb bookshelf and a ton of other presents. WE (ADULTS!)(PARENTS!) got to open presents on Christmas morning. WHEN does that happen? They were even SURPRISES! Surprises we loved! Saying lucky us would not be doing our Navidad justice!


My heart is bursting with gratitude.

xoxo,
Cindy

PS. Post title brought to you by one of my favorite scenes from the movie Elf! There is a scene where Buddy (Ferrell) and Jovie (Deschanel) are running across the street and he yells at her to be wary of the yellow cars because they don't stop! You have to watch the movie to see the scene, I couldn't find it anywhere! For now, here is another favorite clip from the movie.


Danny, worm!

Pictures from Utah! We seriously had a blast and can't wait to go 
back! 

Going clockwise:
Danny and his cousins partying hard for his third birthday!
Sammy being adorable
Sammy adorably crying
 Grandma Linda and Madisson, some of Danny's favorite people in the world! A side note, Maddison has a twin sister and as a prank we decided to present the two to Danny and have him tell us which one was Maddison. He turned to us and said "Two Massisons!".
A picture taken by Danny of his Grandma Linda
A picture taken by Danny of me!


A little side note about the sledding picture, the kids were going sledding and I really wanted Danny to experience that so I went along with them and took Danny. I thought Danny would have a blast and would forever look back on this time as a cherished memory sledding with cousins. The reality was he cold, wet and very angry. We turned back less than ten minutes later. ba hum bug.


Okay that swing is inside Dyralise Anthony's house! It's kind of a big deal, an INDOOR SWING. I'm happy my kids got to sit it in, sort of! :) 



Ps. Post title brought to you by Danny, who has recently started rolling on the floor and saying he's a worm. it's a lot funnier and cuter than it sounds. Love him!