Here She Be

It only happens about every thousand years or so (or in my family, every 3.3 years). It is an event so huge, so spectacular, so explosive, subjective and prone to hyperboles. It is almost like a tsunami wiping away all that you thought you knew and held firm in your belief system (again, hyperbolic). Before I go on, perhaps you should go look at your children, give them hugs, and remember for the last time that you thought they were the cutest toddlers in the whole wide world. I just have to warn you, because I have a little pumpkin eater here who, once you see her, you will be forced to concede she is the cutest thing since spray-on glitter. She is the cutest toddler to have ever toddled (well, I mean, at least since Claire was toddling). Now I know there are some realists out there reading this that are thinking: "How can you possible claim she is the cutest in the world? Have you seen all the babies in the world? Isn't beauty in the eye of the beholder? Doesn't she have no bangs and a mullet?"


But once you see the photographic evidence I have, you will be washed away (again, back to the hyperbolic tsunami reference) with proof positive that this little girl of mine is all that and a bag of pinto beans.

Now, I know I have put a lot of pressure on those who will be commenting. Because what are you going to say, really. You can't say she is the cutest toddler in the world, because that would be betraying your feelings about your own children, and you can't say she isn't the cutest in the world because then you would be calling me a liar and that is just plain rude. I guess I can settle for the , "oh, she's a keeper", or "oh, isn't she adorable" or the "oh, she is so pinchable." Or if all else fails, you could throw in a quote from Clue- that always works.

* For those who are concerned that there are no pics of Claire in this post, it's because we grounded her from trick or treating and we made her watch from the window while we took Morgan to each and everyone of our neighbors doors. I am pretty sure she learned her lesson.

** I am just kidding. More posts of halloween fun to come.

Hot! Hot! Hot!

It's gonna be hot in the Midwest! Well, at least the Minnesotan is who won the apron! Congratulations, Jessica! I hope it keeps things spicy in the kitchen.

Jess and I go back to the days when I was dating Cody, and she was dating Cody's roommate, Pete. Fast forward 6 years, we are now married to our respective roommates, we have five little girls between us, and we still keep in touch! She is very friendly, creative, and if I remember right, she wears festive socks. I know she received a little package several weeks ago, in the form of a baby girl, but I will be sending out this apron, a slightly less exciting delivery, for her and her brood of girls to enjoy and make lots of cookie dough together (because that's what you do after you have a baby).

Como Se Dice Ruffles?

Okay, here we go again. When Cody saw this apron for the first time he said, "Holy ruffles, Batman!" (not really, but he did comment on the ruffles). This apron is designed to make you want to salsa dance while cleaning and wear red high-heels while you cook. It makes you feel dangerous! (no, not really either, it's just fun, not super functional since it doesn't cover your shirt, which is where most spills occur anyway, but don't let that distract you from its fun).



Anyways, leave a comment if you want to be entered into the drawing by Wednesday at Midnight. And you get extra bonus points if you tell me I am your bff. (again, no not really, but flattery never hurt nobody).

Let the fiesta continue! (I am so multilingual- estoy lleno como sapo de latrina- see!)

Come on Down!

Without further ado, the winner of the green/brown/pink floral bag is. . . Melanie, who said, "I've been waiting for the giveaways to start! If I win (or should I say when I win, hint hint) I'd like the floral one.". I would just like to clarify, her win was a legit win and there was not 'wink/winking' taking place. Melanie happens to live the closest to me geographically (under a 1/4 of a mile), so the delivery of the bag shouldn't cost that much postage.

Now Tiffani, on the other hand, the winner of the red and pink bag, lives on the other side of the United States, in good ol' Washington. Still the postage will be insignificant. It should be noted that Tiffani is my most loyal commenter. She has perhaps commented on every single post, from the very beginning. Her current comment said, "I don't have a baby, but I have plenty of friends who do and I know would love one of these. They're so cute Brooke! Count me in!" So if you know her, you better start kissing up to her if you want to be the beneficiary if she decides to gift the red bag (or she might keep it to store her publisher's clearinghouse stickers).

Thanks everyone for playing along or humoring me, whichever. Don't worry, the wild partying isn't over yet. Keep an eye out for more giveways this month. Dun, dun, DUN!

Wild and Crazy?

So far my blogs first week of birthday partying has been anything but wild and crazy. It has been non-existent. Lame, I know. But enough about the past, lets move onto the present. Today is the first give away of this soon to be wild and crazy (or more like calm and relaxed) birthday month.

My friend, Gina, taught me how to make diaper/wipes cases, and I wanted to give them a try. I tweaked them a little bit (because I like pleats) and tada, here is the first giveaway.

(this is actually red, not purplish as it appears in this pic)

They carry your wipes case with a couple spare diapers so you can just throw them into any purse/diaper bag you want. I tend to be into making baby things, being that I have a baby, so I apologize that this first giveaway is so baby-specific, but just remember- even if you are not in the diapers/wipes stage of life, you could give it as a gift, use it to carry your giant JLo sunglasses, or keep it for the day when brick-sized cell phones come back in vogue and use it as a cover.

Just leave a comment on this post by Thursday at midnight to be entered into the giveaway. I will then randomly draw the two winners. If you have a preference for which bag you want, make sure to tell me in your comment.

Happy Birthday to She

Today is my blogs birthday. She is two years old today. She still can't walk, or feed herself, or appreciate the necessity of white space, but we are proud of her fine use of words that she doesn't quite know the meaning of mingled with the occasional swear word. We have had a good time with her, thus far.

Does it scare you that I refer to my blog as if it is a person? And that I am celebrating her birthday? Or does it just annoy you that I am coming up with more ways to celebrate mediocrity? (name that movie)

So in order to celebrate this so-called 'birthday', I am throwing a month long (that's right, I said MONTH long) birthday bash for her. We'll be playing bobbing for apples, pin the country scrapbook paper to the template, spin the bottle, and hopefully I can get a couple people leaving the party in tears. Oh, and there will be giveaways. I realize that you guys should technically be sending my blog gifts (c/o my address) since it's her birthday, but being how generous both she and I are, we will be giving gifts to you, the ones who really make the blog real (because it's kind of like the tree falling in the forest thing, if you write a blog that no one reads, is it really a blog?).

I know. Me and my blog are deep. And philanthropists. And big fans of using parentheses. Who knew?


And a Big PS: Congratulations to my sister Monica, the proud new mama to baby girl Vanessa or Gabriella (I haven't heard a final name yet!). We are so excited to see pictures of the girl who may or may not have a name yet!