Baby Clothes

It is 12:17 east coast time and I am up sorting baby clothes. What am I doing that for? Earlier this week a friend dropped off some freaking sweet vintage Fisher Price Little People houses and told me she was doing a consignment sale. I was all like"Damn that's a lot of work." then she was all like " It's not so bad when you get the check for it." Hmmm... this makes my light bulb go ping! I always need money. Since we are saving up for the down payment for our house my husband is going all Mr. Scrooge all over our asses. And I want a fancy nice umbrella stroller, I had to go to Hoboken, NJ with a crappy one, it was embarrassing.  Why so late? Because I fucked around all day...all week really. I spent the day with friends because my living room is covered in at least 200 pieces of baby clothes from all 4 of my children (sadly this is only a portion of what I am up against) I put it off. Why did you put it off? UMM hello??? It looks like the house threw up all of the baby clothes from the past NINE FUCKING YEARS! I thought the hardest part was going to be sorting , inputting and tagging all these pieces. Boy was I wrong! I now know how hoarders start.

This is me in 10 years after I have driven my family and friends away with my useless shit.

I got into the groove, I'm Facebooking, I'm Pinteresting and knocking this shit out. Then I come across a shirt Baby wore to our wedding. Insert sad emoticon here, I can't get rid of this! Put it in the keep pile. ( like he will EVER wear this again and neither will my grandchildren)  Turn on Pandora ... okay.. I got this..( my head is bobbing and I am singing like the late Whitney Houston) Each piece of clothing is getting increasingly harder to take my hands off of. Then this song comes on:

                                        

And I am holding a polo picky wore on his second birthday, and I fucking loose it. You have to have heard this song or listen to it now to understand why. I am in the middle of my living room surrounded by a thousand memories, crying my fucking eyes out into this shirt. And all I can do is think about how I held these kids in my arms and hugged and kissed them and (warning I am bawling so this part is going to get a bit rambly and incoherent ) I see myself at 19 having a party for him, and holding my baby girl in my arms. Doodle in this outfit as a baby, and Baby and Princess in that sleeper and I remember how much love I had for them , and I can literally feel their weight in my empty arms. I think of where we have been and how we struggled to get this far and how we are all better people for it. 

I consider myself an agnostic, once a devote Catholic. I lost faith in my God years ago, how could he let me get hit and sexually abused? But if there is something beyond this, and he is a benevolent creator , he will let me have an eternity reliving all of the good moments that have made this life worth living.  This will mean I am not saying good-bye to these clothes and everything the represent, just an hasta luego , so long for now. 

This motherhood thing is total bullshit. Really. You spend so much time care taking and wishing they would grow the fuck up and make their god damned beds ( I am looking at you Picky and Princess) by the time you actually get there , you wish they would go back to being those tiny defenseless creatures that looked to you as if you are the moon and stars. Picky will be 9 soon, I am half way done. And I am not ready for this next stage. I am not ready to say good bye to him (ask me tomorrow after his next tantrum the answer might be different) I can say good bye to these clothes that are just taking up space in my home.  

Simple Song Shins
Live lightning crashes

All State of Mind

 Picture This:

My Car:

Me:

Driving...

Blasting this:

Now imagine Me... Doing that ^^^ ... While driving... 

Now Me... Telling David...

" Boy am I glad our insurance guy can't see me driving this car... he would't let the policy be renewed."

White Couch

I want to start this by telling you that we are in the process of buying our house so I am nesting. That, and I have become addicted to Pinterest and have been inspired and on a mission to re-decorate my WHOLE house. This summer we moved the playroom to the basement, leaving a free room off of the kitchen. It has a fireplace and we have made it the "mommy/daddy playroom" ( get your mind out of the gutter , it is a room for us... to enjoy with friends... ok that sounds worse but you get the idea).

So we just had to have a couch in it... what else would we sit on? So we bought this:

(How pretty is this?)

Everyone thought we were crazy, 4 kids+1 white sofa= Disaster*10.

We thought they were jealous, just because their kids were peanut butter and jelly encrusted slobs , didn't mean ours are. No way was this a bad idea, and if something DID happen ( not likely) we could take of the cover and bleach it. 

Then this happened:

This is what happens when you try to poop in peace.

Yes... that is a hand print.

I didn't take a picture of the couch, I should have to illustrate the dark yellow spots that were bigger than a quarter on two of the cushions.  I thought ^ that was HIGHlarious, but  then David found the couch and it took me all my efforts to not go all Homer Simpson on Doodles ass.

All I could do was breathe... DEEP, HEAVY breathing. I had to come up with a plan of action. David started to clean off Baby while I went to the bathroom to clean off Doodle. It took 10 minuets to get his hand to where they wouldn't rub off on anything. When I went back into the kitchen David was shaking his head... then he turned Baby around... HOLY HELL! He was BLUE!!!!!!! His forehead and arm were BLUE. When he put water on the marker, it smeared everywhere. I couldn't help myself, I laughed to hard I peed a little. 

I had Doodle sit at the table for 3 hours:

Then I stripped off the couch covers, put them in the washer with a little bleach and crossed my fingers. When the washer was done I pulled them out..."DAVID COME LOOK!!!! Its all gone... they are perfect!" 

I knew I got a white couch for a reason, I am the smartest mom ALIVE! So I dried them , and when they were dried I put them on the couch. "DAVVVIIIIIDDD! Come look at this... does it look like they are a different color from the ones on the back?"

" Oh yeah.. wow, the couch was cream, now those cases are white.. like really white."

Shit, " I am so smart, S-M-R-T, I mean S-M-A-R-T."

Ugh, thankfully there was a recall on my slipcover ( when we put it together all the zipper pulls broke) and we can get it replaced. But I don't regret this gorgeous couch. 

Happy New Years!

  Hello friends,
 

    Have you missed me? I have missed this! It is hard to believe it is already 2012. 2011 was full of ups and downs, but thankfully for our family we survived.

In 2011 we celebrated our love by getting married and having a quiet ceremony in our back yard (after having half a huge wedding planned.. then canceled) the kids grew they are now 8.5,7,4.5 and 15 months. I have made new friends and rekindled old friendships, taught myself how to sew, thrown some good parties and some bad ( there may or may not have been a hospital visit for Doodle during Picky's party). We survived hurricanes, an earthquake, nasty fights and summer break. I was arrested ( I misplaced a subpoena and forgot I had a court date) and my sister lost the boys in the mall the Thursday before Christmas.  We have laughed and we have cried, been proud parents , we have held each other in sadness and in happiness. We have all grown so much over this year and I want to take a moment to say how proud I am of myself, David and the kids. You make my life a happier and more interesting place. I love you with all my heart.

I have hope for 2012 I just know it is going to be great. On top of my resolution to loose weight and continue working on improving myself , I want to update this at least once a week. I have hopes to one day turn this into a book of sorts.


To all of you, I wish you peace, love and Silliness in this The Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Twelve.

Krista

Creepy

                       This picture is creepy. And I know they used wrapping paper from Target. Because I have it.

What I'm Loving Wednesday.

It's Wednesday! Woot Woot! That means we are half way to the weekend!

If you want to link up go check out Jamie's Blog.

This is what I am loving this Wednesday:

1.Hardee's Breakfast:

This morning I was able to sleep in, and sneak out to breakfast by myself.

There was a man with a mighty mustache I wanted to pet and I got to read:

2.The Help

I love this book and don't want to put it down. It is a must read. I am trying to finish it in under a week so I can go watch the movie.

3.Vintage Inspired Dresses:

Shabby Apple

Most of these are from Shabby Apple, a site which I have found and LOOOOVE!

The orange one is from J.Crew.

4.Toddlers and Tiaras

 

I love this show. David hates this show. I want to put princess in these pageants. David said over his cold dead stiff body would I abuse our child like that. Oh and that it might be easier to light our money on fire, it would be a quicker death. I disagree. I like girly things, but I don't have a girly daughter. I guess thats why this show is so appealing to me. Princess would rather loose her hair than have it brushed and wear the bows I painstakingly make for her.

5.Mumford and Sons

 

I have loved these guys for well over a year. I can't wait until their next album. And tour... which I will attend.. because David loves me and will brave another concert for me.

First the Quake Now Irene?

I just read a news report that says Irene is bigger than Ike(08) and Katrina (05) at their max.
Weather.com

What I am worried about (other than how to not have my shit fucked up and loosing power while trapped with the kids) is we would have a situation similar to this, but it would be Obama who was the racist.