Yankee Belle


Photo Bombing Fun.

A couple that photo bombs together - stays together. We love you guys more.


Well Good Morning To You Too.

This morning I awoke to find cheerios, a tootsie roll and the rubber plug to a piggy bank in my bed.

The irony...I dont allow eating in my bed or the 2 kiddos - except breakfast on one's birthday.

When I asked Big B how it got there, she said: "lil C did it."

Honestly...he may have. And I'm obviously not a princess, because I did not feel a dang thing. (Princess & The Pea...get it?... =P )


Happy Birthday lil C

Where has the year gone? Seriously...I blinked and suddenly my baby is 1.

My 9lb 10oz whopper @ birth:

Looking back, I now realize none of the hospital clothes fit my lil chunk. The nurses had to bring us size one diapers, but I guess they couldn't find any shirts or hats.

And here - my 28lb whopper @ 1:

Our family became complete one year ago today.

Happy Birthday my lil monkey. I love you more than you will ever know.


WW - Vogue - Strike A Pose.


Mi Casa Es Su Casa.

I have a 'help yourself' attitude when it comes to my kitchen. You want to cook something - please do. You want something to snack on - look in the pantry.

We have a candy bowl that I keep on the top shelf of a cupboard. It's kept there to deter Big B from helping herself to junk. However, she has figured out other means of reaching the candy bowl.

One includes having the boyfriend do it...quietly.

They both forget - mama hears all.


Grief and All Its Reminders.

Today was one of those days that I babbled, stuttered and just couldn't find the right words. Nothing I could say would help ease the pain. I left hoping my meal and genuine embrace said what my brain/heart/mouth could not put into words.

My father passed away 4 months ago. And today I felt that empty pit of grief rear its ugly head again. Of course the death of my well aged father does not compare to that of a child, but the concept of how final it is remains the same.

Every now and again, I am reminded of how I will never hear my dad call my name in his rich NY/Dutch accent. I will never hear his slippers brush along the floor, nor hear his satisfied 'Ahh' after opening a chilled can of Miller Lite beer.

And this is one of the reasons why I believe there is a God. Because I know, someday, I will hug my daddy again. Not in this human life, but a life ever after. One with no end...no goodbyes.

God Bless sweet girl. I know you are as beautiful an angel as you were in life.


Wrong Party City.

After school today, Big B, lil C & I headed over to Old Navy. I despise shopping with kids. I wont even vent my frustrations. Nothing.good.to.say.

Afterwards, Big B asked where we were going next. I told her Party City to pick up some stuff for lil C's quickly approaching 1st birthday. *sigh* Big B responded with great enthusiasm:

"We are going to NEW YORK CITY?!?!"

Evidently, my 4 1/2 yo already knows the place to be when it comes to a party. (Auntie Nancy Altaz better start preparing the guest room. I think she will have permanent company one day.)

We pulled into a less than exciting Party City parking lot in the 'Ham. Big B, in an attempt to make this trip a little more eventful, asked if she could at least buy a surprise for herself.

Serenity now.


WW - Sleeping Angel...& All Her Friends.


WW - These Legs Were Made For Walking...


Mental Snapshot.

Spring has sprung in Bama. And with it has come the most divine evening weather. This time of year is one of the reasons why I love the south.

Tonight, like the past few nights, we played outside. No bugs and a comfy temperature can lure me out easily. (I despise insects.) Neighbor boy, aka Big B's boyfriend, came over to play. Daddy at Big B's request, turned on his stereo and played her favorite song - 'Party In The USA'.

Big B danced wistfully. The Boyfriend bounced on my over sized yoga ball - which has now become a yard toy. lil C tootled around with his walker...wearing his pride on his face. (He loves being able to semi-keep up with his sister now.) Hubby fiddled with some fishing stuff on his boat.

ANd there I saw, what was...one of those perfect moments in time. Everyone was happy. Everything was right. I wanted to take a picture of that exact moment, but alas Kimtastic was not present to document the moment for me. ;) Instead, I took a still picture in my mind. A mental snapshot of pure bliss.

Of course, this blog entry is also a way for me to remember that moment too. This old age thing is really starting to do a number on the old noggin. Or maybe it is the wine.

A side note to this post: The Boyfriend (whose parents are great people, but non-drinking Baptists) asked me as I sipped my glass of merlot, if I drank wine to get drunk. I smiled at him and said 'No. I enjoy the taste.' But for a second I wanted to answer 'Well, sometimes. But not tonight."