July 29, 2013

Finley Finds a Sharpie

Alternate Title: Mom Fail.

The other day I decided that I needed to update the growth chart I made several months back. I had Finn's 18 month and two year stats saved in my phone so measured them against the chart and marked them down. And then I put the sharpie down and walked away.

Later that day Finn was in his playroom (which is where the growth chart is hanging) and being sweet, playing with trains and train tracks. I was on the phone and attempting to start dinner, checking on Finn occasionally.

Then it got quiet.

And I came into the room to discover Finn "lulering" all over the wall. And carpet. And worst of all, my beloved growth chart.


I grabbed the Sharpie out of his hand and made sure there weren't any signs of it being in his mouth, but of course taking away such a fun toy resulted in a meltdown, but I just let him go nuts while I googled "how to get Sharpie off everything."

I took to the carpet first with hand sanitizer (a google suggestion) and it did help, but really good ole resolve got the rest out just fine:

I turned the light on in the room after cleaning it for the "after" pictures so that's why the coloring is off. 
I didn't even bother with the book.

And I tackled the walls with rubbing alcohol and cotton balls and they look much better, but could probably use a fresh coat of paint:


Even the growth chart is showing signs of progress (see the section that's not in white under the one?), but it's slow, and I'm tempted to just re-do the whole thing. Miles said it may just be a cute reminder of Finn being a toddler and we could leave it on there, but I'm too type A for that nonsense. No, the little bastard ruined it.


Lesson learned: Don't be an idiot and leave a Sharpie out for a two year old. Oh, and yes, it came off his face just fine. Maybe we should have left it there as a cute reminder of Finn being a toddler??
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July 25, 2013

News (and Videos) That Made Me Smile

There are SO many depressing things in the news these day. I suppose "these days" is a silly add on to that sentence because I'm sure at any point in time there will always be depressing stories in the news. But there are some pretty wonderful ones too and I wanted to share some of the ones that made me smile this week:

Bush 41 Shaves Head in Support of 2-Year-Old Cancer Patient
Though the gesture is so touching and the picture is so sweet, I was saddened to learn while reading this that George and his wife Barbara had lost a 4 year old daughter to leukemia almost 60 years ago. I'm also sad that I never knew that.

Good People Doing Good Things
Just one of those cute compilations of do-gooders caught on video

Best Moment of My Life Picture
This is a bit older so you may have already seen it, but a sports journalist asked people to share a picture of the best moment in their life. Some pretty cute pictures (and stories) were shared.

Homeless Man Turns in Missing Wallet
That has almost $500 in it!

And lastly, this video that Miles showed me yesterday. Why doesn't everyone own a dog!?

Dog Reacting to Dad coming home after 6 months
The best part is that there are dozens of other videos just like this.


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July 20, 2013

HUGE NEWS!

Jesse & The Rippers Reunited! Why didn't I hear about this yesterday!?


Little trivia for you - elementary school aged Caroline waited in line at the Tucson Mall for several hours to get an autographed picture of Candace Cameron (DJ Tanner) and shake her hand. Try not to be too jealous.

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July 13, 2013

Choo Choo, Finn is Two! (Alternate Title: Recap of the Party, just a little Tardy)

So Finn turned two a month ago. How bout that? I swear in the first days following his birthday it was like he knew to just have one random and ridiculous tantrum, as if he was saying "I know what I'm supposed to be like at this age, mwuahaha" but then of course he has the moments of pure love bug where all he wants is to sit in my lap and read a book, or if I say "ouch" to something, he looks concerned and likes to touch and kiss my owie to make it "bedder." I've heard two is awful. I've heard it's not that bad. I've heard three is the real gem, and I've heard it's all great until they are teenagers. So who knows. What I do know is this boy is sassy at times, sure. He whines and resorts to crying fits when he can't communicate what he wants (or doesn't like my response), but he is sweet and fun too. He's a happy kid who is just a little chatter box these days and these past two years have been some of the very best because of his presence in them.

Originally for his birthday I was going to do just a train theme. Miles and I got him a wooden train set (that may or may not still be sitting in the Zulily box from when it was purchased last December) and I thought it would be cute to do a "Choo Choo, Finn is two" theme to go along with said unopened gift. Well about a month before his birthday he started to love airplanes. We'd hear them outside and he'd come running to me so that I could pick him up and we'd look up in the sky for the plane. "Airpane! Up, sky!" he started saying over and over. He's impressively good at knowing the difference between an airplane and a helicopter just based on the sound they make in the air, and I knew that airplanes would need to get thrown in the mix at his birthday. So I decided to go with a transportation theme. When figuring out how to word the invites, Miles suggested they read "Come to the party that has the most, our little Finn is turning dos" which probably makes you laugh and think Miles is so clever, but he envisioned those invites with the silhouette of a stripper in the background and wanted to write something about when the kegs would be delivered. So in typical fashion, I ignored him and his dreams of a Mexican fiesta and went with this:

Yes, I crossed out my phone number but not the address, because we moved a few days later. 
Which seems to be the theme for June. Celebrate Finn's birthday, move the following week.

Really, there were very few trains involved - mostly planes and trucks. And really there were very few "themed" things anyway. I used a set of scrapbook paper for the invites and then cut out shapes for the cupcake toppers. Borrowed some trucks and cars for the table, and made a banner (the morning of). That was it.



I definitely didn't put as much effort into this years party as I did last year. My sister frosted almost all of the cupcakes, and other than a fruit salad (that my friend cut up for me), chips, and a veggie tray, we didn't really do anything. We ordered pizzas and called it good. And I mean, he's two. In hindsight I wish he had specifically requested no gifts. While he did seem to be somewhat interested in opening presents, I know he wouldn't have known a difference had there not been any.


Finn was more interested in playing with the fire truck than being sung to by a bunch of people, but he did seem to enjoy his cupcake afterwards. Cousin Carson, who wore the same shirt as Finn (I'm sure they planned it) helped open gifts. And below are some cute shots of some of the other kiddos who helped our boy celebrate his second year.

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July 8, 2013

Monday Morning Confessions

-I'm writing this blog because I have yet to upload pictures from Finn's birthday party to the computer, thus putting off blogging about it.

-I bought a pineapple yesterday and plan to cut it. For the first time in my life.

-Speaking of firsts, I steamed a shirt for the first time when I was visiting a friend over the weekend who didn't own an iron, but owned a steamer.

-Ice cream was on sale yesterday so I bought some. The sale price only applied to the half gallons. I bought two.

-We were in San Antonio over the weekend and I found the Alamo unimpressive. (the actual grounds and setting, not the historical significance)

-After visiting the Alamo, I had the chorus to this stuck in my head all day. (and now you will too - you're welcome)

-I sometimes avoid giving Finn blueberries simply because they make for gross poops the following day.

-I hate cooking. I wish we just had a chef.

-I re-start the dryer at least once before I give in and finally fold the clothes. Usually a day after they finished drying in the first place. There are clothes that are currently sitting in my dryer.

-My sister-in-law recommended Guilty Wives for a silly, yet entertaining and quick read. I'm listening to it on CD instead. It's so bad. Yet, I'm enjoying it.

-Reason I'm listening to a semi-smutty book instead of reading it is because I am currently reading two other books. Rarely can I read one at a time (not because I'm such an avid reader, but rather I get too excited and can't choose which one to start next so start a couple).


Anyone have anything they'd like to get off their chest this fine Monday morning?
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July 4, 2013

Best Place to Celebrate America's Birth: Canada!

Ok so that title is a lie. The best place to celebrate our country's birthday, our independence, is obviously in the good ole USofA. Particularly in a place that doesn't have firework restrictions because of dry weather (ahem, like my youth spent in hot, dry, deserty Arizona).

BUT, my favorite 4th of July ever was spent in Canada.

Seven years ago I took a trip to Niagra Falls with my boyfriend Miles. I had a few days of leave before going to be cadre at West Point's version of basic training and Miles was on his graduation leave before heading off to Georgia for training.

We stayed on the Canadian side of the falls, my first and only trip to Canada thus far, and stayed at this beautiful hotel overlooking the falls. We walked around and did the touristy thing and enjoyed our day:

That evening we had reservations at the restaurant at the top of the hotel which had big glass windows from where you could watch the fireworks above Niagra Falls.


We got to dinner and while overlooking the menu Miles stated that he didn't feel well. I wasn't feeling too great myself, but that was because I had a tooth that was really bothering me. I thought maybe something was caught in it, and kept poking my tongue around it trying to dislodge whatever was causing so much pain. Miles, on the other hand, was having some stomach issues. So much so that after we ordered an appetizer he said he wanted to go back down to our room and use the restroom, to umm, hopefully get some relief.

So I sat and waited and fiddled with my tooth. Eventually he came back, but wasn't looking much better. He was kinda sweaty and said he felt a little better, but that he was afraid he wasn't 100% yet.

But we managed to enjoy our dinner and our evening and not let our ailments get the best of us. We decided to pay and just head back to the room to watch the fireworks instead of staying at the restaurant any longer. When we took the elevator down to our floor and Miles opened the door to our room, I walked in to a room that was dimly lit with candles and had rose petals sprinkled all over:



I turned and looked at Miles, surprised at how lovely the scenery was, but honestly I just thought he was being romantic since it was our last couple of days together for the next few months. Not long after we got in the room did I head to the bathroom to retrieve floss and try to attend to my nagging tooth.

After giving up that my tooth would feel any better, I headed over to the window to watch the fireworks with Miles. We were enjoying the view when all of a sudden Miles turned to me and dropped down on one knee. And THEN it hit me. Not when we had fancy dinner reservations, not when Miles disappeared for a bit, and not even when I walked into a room with candles and rose petals. No, it took him actually getting down on a knee for me to realize he was proposing. Miles asked me to marry him and I just kept saying "are you serious?" over and over, while crying and hugging him. Eventually he reminded me that I had yet to actually say yes.

Spoiler alert: I did say yes.

So while this holiday is fun and celebratory for our entire country, I love it for more than that - for the start of our life together as a couple and family.

Also, for those wondering. . .that tooth ended up getting a root canal.

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