Saturday, January 7, 2017

So Long, Silent Nights

Dear Baby,

The news is out: you are on your way.

Everyone is so excited to meet you!

Right now, your task is to enter the world and be as healthy as you can be. ...But I have so many goals for you beyond that.

One of my biggest wishes for you is that you are a kind child that grows up to be a kind adult. I hope you treat others with respect, nurture with your words, donate to the needy, and hug the broken. At the same time, I hope you love yourself enough to say "no" when you need to and are strong enough to ignore negative comments when they are thrown your way.

I also hope you grow up to be a hard-worker who always tries his/her best. I hope you have determination and perseverance. I hope you are both adventurous and cautious, and that you know when to leap. I hope you love us back and want to come home, even when you are an adult and have a family of your own. Finally, I hope you know how loved you already are and always will be.

You are going to change our lives in a radical way. Everything we know is about to get crazier, messier, busier, and more expensive. But whatever the outcome, I am happy to change my long as you are here and know that I have loved you even before you were born.

The world is waiting for you, Baby. See you this summer.


Monday, May 25, 2015


J and I had been looking for a puppy for the last couple of months, but we couldn't seem to find the "perfect" one. I'd been browsing Craigslist and did find one goldendoodle a couple weekends ago, but the owners wouldn't contact me back so I was feeling a little frustrated.

Finally, I stumbled across a post for double doodles (or "Goldendoodle F2s") on Friday night. I really like the idea of an F2 because it supposedly sheds even less than the regular Goldendoodle and is more hypoallergenic, so I immediately clicked the ad. The sellers had a blonde female available - which is exactly what we wanted - so we jumped on the offer. I thought we'd be picking up this sweet little face within the next two weeks:

But...surprise! The owners said we could pick her up in three days. Holla!

I debated between the following names:
  1. Phoebe Ruffay (named after one of fav Friends characters, of course)
  2. Belle (idk why...apparently I'm a 5 year old who likes princesses?)
  3. Princess Consuela Banana Hammock (if you don't get that joke, you're dead to me you need to watch this YouTube video, STAT)
  4. Peeve (so I can tell everyone I have a pet Peeve)
  5. Amy Farrah Howler (a tribute to Big Bang Theory and fellow nerdy-girl)
  6. Coco Kennel (because I'm fancy, y'all)
  7. Fleaonyce Knowles (so she can wake up with bedhead and I can dress her in a sweatshirt that says, "I woke up like this.")
  8. Notorious D.O.G. (my personal favorite. And again, if you don't get the joke, I feel like I can weed you off my FB friends list because you ain't cool, yo. ....Just kidding, Mom. You can stay on my Facebook. ;))
I said all these names with a huge, cheesy smile on my face, aaaaand then J shot them down. He clearly doesn't understand how clever I am.

His loss.

We puppy-proofed the house Sunday evening and got to pick her up today at noon. I am dyyyying to take her to school to show my kiddos, but I can't take her anywhere until she gets all her shots. 

Even though I've vowed not to be the crazy pet lady, I feel like I'm already headed down some shady territory... I spent like, four hours combing Etsy for cute pet stuff on Saturday evening when we were stuck inside, waiting out the crazy weather in Oklahoma ('s madness). I've already purchased a collar, a place mat for her food and this cute leash holder. And I might or might not have been looking for puppy rainboots.

She was a little shy when she first got here, but she's warmed up as the evening goes on. She's starting to be more curious and go exploring, so I'm glad that baby gate we ordered will be here by Friday. ;) I will definitely be taking a video of her running sometime soon... it looks like her head is too big for her body, and it just flops around; it's quite comical.

I can't think of a clever way to end my post, so I'll leave you with adorable pictures. You're welcome for the overload of cuteness you're about to experience:

Her parents -- we'll see how curly Phoebe's fur's just fluffy right now!

This is how she spent at least 50% of the afternoon. So far she fits in well, because we like naps, too. ;)

At one point she was sleeping with her body on the bed, her head on the floor, and her ears flopped over her eyes. I guess our house is too bright, so I'll be looking for doggy sunglasses on Etsy next. Kidding...mostly. 

I melt.

Starting to wake up...

I am saving these pictures because 1) how can you delete them?! and 2) I feel like I'll need to remember how darn cute she is when she starts peeing on my floor because I'll be like:

But once we get past this potty-training stage, it'll be okay. By the way, Phoebe is way too classy to respond to "potty." I hatehatehate that word, so we are asking her if she needs to use the restroom. #pinkiesup


Saturday, April 25, 2015


I finally found a great way to keep track of addresses and birthdays online. It's through a fairly new website called Postable. You need an account to keep track of addresses, but accounts are free. After you create your account, you can import contacts, add them manually, or share a special link that lets others contribute to your address book.

As far as I can tell, users don't have to have a Postable account in order to submit their contact information to you, but if they do have an account, their contact info will change every time they update the details on their personal account -- pretty cool!

I feel like I am always sending a ton of emails and facebook messages around Christmas time ("What's your mailing address?"), and I know it gets annoying. So if you help me out and give me your contact info via this link, I can stay caught up without having to bombard you every holiday with demands for your address. :)

Click the picture below to add your information to our virtual address book: