This and that

So I happened to look out the back door the other day, although I can't remember why... Wait, let's be honest. We both know it was to yell at my dogs, who seem to have an incessant barking contest with the terrier next door... But I digress...
Imagine my delight, though, when I was surprised by this:

Who knows where this beautiful plant came from? We certainly didn't plant it, but it was a nice little treat to see growing along the fence line. Every time I look at our yard, I get overwhelmed. It needs to be mowed so badly (which means we need to either buy a mower or pay someone to do it), and I also need to borrow a tiller and get my garden spot ready. And all these things will fall into place with a little hard work, but it's just getting started that's the hardest.

In other news, I got new Toms! I ordered them FOREVER ago on eBay, and they apparently had to ship from China. Twice. The first time they came, I apparently wasn't here to sign for them, so the post office sent them back. To China. Does this make any sense at all? Don't they usually leave a little note for you to pick them up at the post office? Or try again before they ship them back to China? Anyway, the seller mailed them again and I finally got them yesterday and immediately wore them around my house for the afternoon (did I mention I don't get out much?). In case you can't tell, they're dark brown with different rainbow colored stitching for the stripes. YAY!

Finally, I regret to inform  you that I am minorly obsessed with buying Scentsy products. What is wrong with me? I have no job! And yet I can't stop thinking about how I can buy new scent blocks and a warmer for my bedroom... It makes me feel better to think that it all goes to a worthy cause, though. My sis-in-law Teresa is selling them to fund an adoption - how cool! So if you're interested in buying any, please let me know. I have literally sniffed every single sample scent a dozen times, so I can give you a recommendation on anything that suits your fancy.

Now, I have got to go take a nap before I destroy anything else due to lack of sleep. Poor HEB just didn't see me coming today, and in the 5 minutes I was there I knocked down a number of individual applesauces that went everywhere and destroyed a lemon cake sample display. Goodnight!

Any cuter?

 

There's nothing I could say that you aren't already thinking...

My life is amazing.

A big day

Today, the day before he turns 3 months old, Milo rolled over from his tummy to his back. I can't believe my little baby boy is growing so much! When did he get so big? I said that out loud to him and he looked at me like, "Mommy, you're going to be saying that for the rest of my life."

It's so strange to be so excited about something and so overwhelmed by it at the same time. I love every milestone, and at the same time, I realize that time flies by so quickly, and before I know it, my sweet little man will be a big boy of 2, 3, 13, 18... I'm not quite ready to think about it, to be honest.

So for today I'm just going to celebrate my little developmental prodigy and say, "Can you believe that Milo rolled over???"

A little faith

Wow. What do I even say? This is where faith comes in...
I got my final paycheck from Lufkin ISD on Friday, and it wasn't quite what I had expected. It was, in fact, a check for $3.93. That was including my $1000 early resignation bonus. Not sure exactly what I had anticipated, but it wasn't $3.93, that's for sure.
So, as mentioned, this is where faith comes in, and it's as hard as all get-out for me. I like to plan and budget. And even more than that, I like to shop. Guess that's all out the window at this point, but I'm trying to trust God and Nate, in that order.
And if you hear of me even looking at eBay, you should probably head to my house immediately and administer a good smack.

Overheard at the Jackson home.

"Titi, did Nate tell you about all the crap that came out of my hole?"

Ahhhhh, dental humor at its finest. And the best part is that Ann had no idea what she was saying.

And Nate informed me that I can not say "Indian" on my blog. I have to say Native American. So Milo is actually a Germative American. Whatever.

Good ol' St. Pat

I went this whole day without wearing a stitch of green. Not an earring, not a pair of undies, nada. I didn't even carry a green purse like Ann, who was told by the man at Dollar General, "Ooooh, it's lucky you gotta green bag, I was finna pinch you." But did anyone pinch me? No. Did anyone other than me even recognize that it was St. Patrick's Day? Hmmmm, nope. Who was the one who suggested that we celebrate our Irish-ness with a shamrock shake? Oh, that's right. ME. Am I the only person in east Texas other than our friendly Dollar General employee who celebrates the luck o' the Irish? This time of year I really miss the North.

Ann and I were discussing what nationalities Milo has most, and we realized that he gets quite a bit of German from me, and quite a bit of Indian from Nate. Which, in our humble opinion, makes him Germindian. Lucky him. Apparently Germindians are some of the most gorgeous (and rare) creatures alive.

In other news, let me tell you a little bit about me and my beautiful mother. My whole life, my mom tried to convince me to become a nurse (despite my weak stomach and overall distaste for the functions of the human body). "You'll always have a job, honey," was her argument, and you've got to admit, she's right. However, not only am I easily disgusted, but I also lack a certain amount of compassion for people in pain (I blame it on my own high pain tolerance).

That said, I'm playing nursemaid this week, and I'm sure Mom couldn't be prouder. Nate and Ann both had some dental experiences, Ann with the removal of 4 wisdom teeth, and Nate with his 6 fillings, 2 wisdom teeth extractions, and cementing of a permanent bridge. WOW. I feel for them, I really do. But I also went through the removal of all 4 impacted wisdom teeth with nothing but ibuprofen and nerves of steel, so I have to remind myself that this can be an extremely painful experience. People, I am taking care of 3 babies, and only one of them is actually an infant (and the other two enjoy playing Mario for Wii on pain medication). Of course I'm exaggerating a bit, but I'm sure you know how I feel.

Days like these I remember that my new job is a 24/7 one, and I want to give my own stay-at-home mom a hug every time I think about it. No breaks. No days off. Just being a supermom every single second of every single day. So let me celebrate St. Patrick's Day by saying this. I love you, Mom. Thank you.

New Pics

So we had a bit of a photo shoot last week, and here's my favorite photo - just the proof, no retouching at this point. Could this child be any cuter? Try to ignore my manhand.

Milo also got quite a cute little onesie professing his love for his auntie. Which one? I'll never tell. After all, he loves them all, and each one needs to feel that she's the one he's honoring the most. Notice the concern on his face - he doesn't want anyone to feel left out. All I have to say is, where on earth was this onesie when I was busy having nieces and nephews? Because I know I'm the favorite.

And finally, here's my little man, talking to his daddy, saying, "Where on earth is Mommy? I'm hungry!"

I know I spend so much of my time posting pictures of Milo that I hardly have time to tell you anything else... but these days, I have no students to report on and I rarely leave the house. I spend my time hanging out with Milo, shredding with Jillian, shaking my non-latino bootie doing Zumba with my friend Melissa, and cooking up a storm with my magic cookbook (*otherwise known as Better Homes and Gardens). Life is good.