Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Getting ready for Easter

Last day of March!

Yesterday, Molly and I ventured out to do a little Easter shopping at Kohls. It is so much fun shopping for this little girl! She got really excited when she saw all the pretty dresses. She got even more excited when she saw herself in the mirror! It's really funny.

When I saw this purse, I couldn't help myself. It is just too adorable and it'll be a good distraction for Molly in church. Every little girl needs a white Easter purse....along with a bonnet and lacy socks!

Yesterday, we also ran to the grocery....all by ourselves. It's kind of an accomplishment for me. Of course, I got everything but what I needed (milk). I now have a lovely pineapple sitting on my countertop just asking to be cut up and eaten....which i'm going to do right now.

Think Spring!

Picture of the Day

She actually can climb in and out of the toy now....

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Quick story...

Trip to Frickers last night. Frickers isn't exactly our usual choice of restaurant, but we had a gift cards. If you have ever been to Frickers or a sports bar you will know they are usually loud, dark, and full of distractions.

She had a great time groovying to the music and waving at all the people. We made a crazy mess, but it was a pretty successful meal....well besides leaving the gift card at home.

This is how excited she gets when she sees her daddy pull in the driveway. She can barely stand it, she's soooo excited. I have to admit I get pretty excited too when her daddy gets home.


Monday, March 29, 2010

Blue Jean Baby

Making it through Palm Sunday mass is hard in itself. Add a feisty baby to the already taxing hour and boom, it becomes a struggle for survival. Of course while I'm trying to entertain and keep the child somewhat quiet, I'm also adjusting her headband and putting her shoes back on....why do I even try?

Another big first for us again yesterday. Molly put on her very first pair of blue jeans. Marshal and I couldn't believe how big she looked! I almost wanted to take them off and put her back into an all-in-one sleeper. Maybe it was the XU t-shirt (thanks EL), but she all of the sudden didn't look like a baby anymore. She's turning into a toddler way quicker than I thought...way quicker than I want her to. 

I don't know if it was the jeans or the fact that she'll be a YEAR OLD in a few weeks, but last night I just couldn't lay her in her crib. I kept telling myself that we'll just rock a little longer; I wanted her sleepy body draped in my arms a little while longer. I just wanted to suck it all in and make sure years down the road I don't regret not holding her enough...not cherishing every moment of her baby-ness. My biggest fear is twenty years from now feeling the pain, sadness of wishing I could hold her the way I can right now. I don't want to freeze her or hold her back from anything, but I just want to make sure I enjoy every bit of it...every sweet smile, every hug, every breath. I admit it. I'm having a very hard time imagining her growing up and not relying entirely on me for everything and not being her entire world. I don't want to think about the day when she doesn't need me anymore. I will always need her. I will always love her.

I tell you, Marshal and I are turning into a bunch of weepies.

Last night we watched Dateline NBC. Basketball had postponed our recent Sunday night ritual of watching Amazing Race. Dateline was following a project similar to those of Tye Pennington from Extreme Home Make-Over, but there weren't any big promos or advertisements. It was completely done through individual charity. The receipiant of all the charity was a single mother of triplets. She had given birth to quadruplets five months early. While in the NICU, they lost one. Two of the other surviving babies were diagnosed with cerebral palsy. Later, the two were diagnosed with a terminal illness affecting the muscles. During all this her marriage broke up. To read more about the story or to watch the entire episode (which I absolutely think you should) you can find it here. Needless to say, there wasn't a dry eye between the two of us the entire hour.

This woman has to watch two of her children struggle with limitations everyday of their lives and knows that, short of a miracle, she'll someday have to bury her babies. And I complain about my fears?! I will call on her strength everytime I feel weakened. Everytime I struggle with reality, I'll remember hers.

God bless and Happy Monday!

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Baby's first ponytail

I've been waiting to put her hair in a ponytail for a very long time now. I don't know why, but it's just fun. I think it is more like a mile stone for me. I remember stroking her dark, greasy hair late one night in the NIC unit a day or two after her birth. I don't know why, but it just gave me so much joy to think about some day putting a ponytail in her hair. It’s amazing how a little joy like ponytails can give you enough encouragement to get through such a hard time.

I stuck her in the bathroom sink to distract her so I could attempt to put her hair up. I love how no matter what age a girl is, lipstick is always fun. My make-up entertained her long enough for me to be able to put a ponytail in her hair.

Don't worry. I was behind her the whole time ;)

Happy Saturday!

Friday, March 26, 2010


I have a cold and feel really lousy...also had to cancel our plans for this evening, which is super depressing. No fish fry friday, no nothing......................................................AND IT SNOWED TODAY

It's really hard to be a sick mommy. I've been lucky. I've only had a cold once since Molly was born, which was a week before our wedding (yikes). When you're sick and you're a mom you can't just call in sick and crawl back into bed. I toughed it out last time, but this time around I had my husband call in because I was sick and I crawled back into bed. He's been such amazing help today...even though I still had to change the poopy.

My sweetie no longer keeps anything on her head. Hat, headbands, she pulls them all off. I can usually keep her hat on long enough to get her into the car. As soon as she's in her carseat, she's pulling it off. It's really, super cute though when she tries to put it back on!


Wednesday, March 24, 2010


Our wedding rings.

Nothing special...except his is size two thousand. They might not be very valuable, but they mean everything to us.

My husband is an electrician and he works with electric...obviously. As most of us know, metal is major conductor of electricity. This leaves us with a bit of a dilemma. I really want Marshal to wear his ring to work, but I really wouldn't want it to be the cause of an accident. In the beginning he would take it off before work and put it back on during the weekend. However, there were times when he would forget to put it on if we went out and it would really bother him. Because of this, he just started to leave it on all the time. It's been on the back of my mind and can really worry me. Some of his coworkers slip the ring onto a chain and dangle it from their rearview mirrors. This would be great, however, at the moment Marshal's truck doesn't have a rearview mirror. I decided instead of putting his ring into my jewelry box, to be easily forgotten, I would wear the ring on a chain around my neck.

I figured it would be a little too Lord of the Ring-ish wearing it alone, so I added the wedding band to my favorite necklace.

Problem solved for now, I guess.

Clothes basket rides, anyone?

Picture of the day? More like picture of the year.

Keep smiling!

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Right where I need to be...

Last Friday we went up north for some quality family time. We got there before my brother and sisters came home from school. Molly and I were playing with some toys in the front room, when Marcella came in the door. Right away Molly smiled real big and waved to her. It was so cute! She quickly crawled right up to her to say hello.

I know I've said it before, but I just can't wait to watch their relationship and how it will grow as they grow.

I love how my family cuddles with her! My sisters are so comfortable with her, now. When Molly was an itty-bitty little birdy, everyone seemed afraid to hold her. Most people are a little extra cautious with a new born, of course, but my people were crazy cautious. Maybe it was more so in my head and everyone was acting accordingly, but I just wanted everyone to be happy and have fun.

I just wanted things to be normal, again. I begged for normalcy. When I was pregnant, I felt that everywhere I went people were staring and judging me. I'm sure most people were staring at my extra large slurpy and not the empty ring finger, but I still couldn't help the way I felt. How can you not feel that way after all when you are the one judging yourself? After I had Molly, I wanted to zap back into my old life immediately, or atleast how I felt in my old, normal life. 

(haha really old, REALLY bad picture)

I expected friends to treat me the way they had before the pregnancy. I expected my love to stop treating me like a fragile, basket-case. I expected my family to hold her the way I did. I totally expected a lot out of my people. But, really, I expected the most out of myself. If I didn't have a perfect supper made, all the laundry done, and the house perfectly clean I felt like someone old and wise was looking down at me, shaking their head. And this was the day after we came home from the hospital. I was in pain and not to mention unable to calm my calicy newborn. I know we learn as we live, but I wish I could go back and just hug myself and say, "take a nap. Even super-duper, turbo mom's nap." I've realized normalcy is not a reality for me. I can't change that my first born came six months before my wedding or that my husband proposed in an apartment and not on the Eiffel tower. But that doesn't mean I am any less...I don't know where this rant is coming from...but this blog has helped me in more ways than one. When you take time to look at your life and write it down, you realize how good you have it. In reading other mom-blogs, I've realized that it's okay to be a stay-at-home momma. I know now, that this is what He intended for me to be.

Your mom-blogger,

Monday, March 22, 2010

My little rockstar...

She's at it again...

I can't believe that she is this brave.  Right now for Molly there aren't any consequences. She doesn't know she could get hurt. I've been told that your next child will be completely opposite from the first one. If this is true, our second baby is going to be one laid back kid.

A moment of peaceful-ness with her Aunt Mary...actually, Molly struggled the whole time. These pictures are just optical illusions.

My world revolves around this little rockstar. It would be nice to have a little bit of a life, but right now she is my life and I don't want to miss a second of it.

Happy Monday!

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Second cup of coffee kind of day...

First, I'll clarify that second cup of coffee days aren't bad days. They are days to savor. It is a day when the first cup was so good, I allow myself to have another. Why can't the sun shine this bright every day? I need a second cup of coffee day more often and less zero cups of coffee days (zero cups equals too busy to make coffee day). I just got off the phone with my big sis (and put Molly down for a nap), which could equal the second cup of coffee, but anyway...I just have to mention how proud of her I am and how much I look up to her. Our relationship has been a bit of a rollercoaster....please excuse the over used analogy. When we were younger I was bullet proof and she was quiet. I didn't need a big sister. I was big enough. And she was carefully and quietly plotting her escape; an escape from the role as the oldest. I fought for her title, while she was fighting to get rid of it. To make a long story blog-proof, we both eventually grew up. I guess we didn't just grow up, but we experienced life. We realized how much more we could accomplish when we were on each other's side; when we were rooting for each other. I think she realized no matter how many miles apart we would all still be family. And I think I've realized that no matter how much armor I wear, I'm nothing without the support of my family. I hope to God I can give this to my my legacy.

Sometimes I can't believe I get to be her mother...second cup of coffee day remember? so, bear with me...yumminess, squishiness, loveliness...I could go on forever. I’m a proud mama, what can I say? Yesterday, I was feeding Molly and I said more? and I sware she said no, and then I said yes? and she said, no...and I said oh great. Daddy, Doggy, Mama, Banana, and now, No. It all just blows my mind.

Baby kisses are the best. Even if the kisses are for a glow-worm <3!

I'm not sure which one of us she got this desire to turn everything over and stand on it from...i'm thinking possibly from daddy's brother, Tony. For some reason, I feel like he stood on a few tables in his day. Anyways, she's a complete dare devil. And I know my first reaction shouldn't be to grab the camera. This crazy girl is going to turn my hair gray.

I'll leave you with one last picture....doesn't she just tickle you!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

The luck of the Irish...

Yea! for St. Patrick's Day!
My deary and I are all decked out in green today, in honor of St. Patrick and the Emerald Isle. Well, not so much decked out but strategically included a few green pieces into our outfits this morning. And the whole pinching thing...definitely "American" made. One theory was that it started in Boston in the early 1700s. The tradition is that if you wore green the leprechaun’s couldn't see you and they would pinch you if they could see you. An asolutely pagan tradition for a very Christian Saint Day. Sounds like America.

And let’s not forget about the big guy himself, March 17th is observed as St. Patrick’s Day because it is St. Patrick’s feast day, the patron saint of Ireland. It has also become a worldwide celebration of Irish history and culture.

Why is St. Patrick’s day even celebrated so widely in the US? 34 million Americans have Irish ancestry, which is almost nine times the population of Ireland. There might be a small amount of Irish in me, I have freckles and red-ish hair for heaven's sake. Plus, I wouldn't mind claiming to be Irish, they have a really beautiful island.

And why is the shamrock a symbol of Ireland? I found that in ancient Ireland the Shamrock was thought to have magical powers and the number 3 was considered a powerful number. Legends say the leaves will stand upright when a storm approaches and that no snake will be found among them. When St. Patrick came to Ireland he used the Shamrock to symbolize the meaning of the church's teaching on the Trinity.

I like holidays. You take a regular boring day filled with boring things and voila! all of the sudden it's fun. But, most importantly, holidays are a reminder. A day to remember and celebrate. Just know exactly what you are celebrating and why we have the tradition. It will make celebrating that much more meaningful. So, put down that Guinness and pick up a history book.

...okay and if you say St. Pat Rocks are a dumb sh*t and probably shouldn't be reading this blog ;) .

Happy St. Patrick's Day!
~Margaret & Molly

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Baby says banana...

There are moments in life where you find yourself amazed or asking the question "did that really happen." It's a good moment. A moment that leaves you feeling like you need to tell everyone what just happened. We definitely had one of those moments. Later last week, Molly began saying banana. Pretty cool. Another word to add to her little list. Yesterday morning, I put on one of her Baby Einstein movies and when the banana came up (after the grape and peach), I said banana. Later that afternoon, I put it on again (I needed a break) and when the banana came on SHE said in her perfect little birdy voice, "anana." 

All day she waits around for her daddy to come home. She'll stand by the window and slap the glass with her tiny palm, whimpering daddy. Yesterday she actually tried pushing on the side door, trying to see if daddy was home.

I don't know why everything she does astounds me. I guess in the beginning you just can’t imagine where you’ll be, where she’ll be in a year. Then all of a sudden, you’re there. You don’t know how you got there, but you’re there. And now, she’s making words with her tiny mouth and connecting them to objects and people. She’s not wearing the tiniest of clothes anymore; she’s in 12 month sizes. How can she be in 12 month sizes? She’s only three months....oh yeah, she’s not anymore. It takes awhile for your brain to catch up with time, I suppose. But, I still can’t believe it’s almost spring time, a year after we was preparing to meet our little birdy. We made it. We’re here and it’s time to enjoy every little bit.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Life Humor

This morning I hear the very faint sound of my cell phone vibrating. It's 9:30am and daddy usually calls on break. I pan our living room...great. I began to check the usual places where my cell phone rests. We were gone this weekend and after I couldn't find my phone, I figured it must be still packed away somewhere in a diaper bag or purse. I was unpacking, putting stuff away, and picking up toys while phone searching (might as well clean while looking...better chance of finding). I went to move my husband's boots away from the couch to the side door and I noticed they felt a little heavier. Inside daddy's boots sat not only every one of Molly's blocks but also my cell phone....

After having Molly, life has changed so much and I'm learning to enjoy the little things. What used to annoy me now entertains an extent. I still get irritated as heck in Wal-Mart parking lots and find bank tellers to be extremely rude, but finding humor instead of flaws is way more fun.

Water everywhere.

Sorry for jumping ships (get it...water...ships), but Saturday was a wet day and well worth mentioning. Next year, Molly and I are totally jumping in those puddles...with hot pink rain boots.

Saturday was wet, but nothing could keep us from traveling north. We had a surprise birthday party for my husband's friend and my mom and dad were more than willing to baby-sit, so we got a well over due date night. To begin the night we had dinner and hung out with my family. I love it when my little sister and brother play with my daughter. Not only do I get a break, but I love to see how they interact with a baby. They were the babies. They don't get to play with younger brothers and sisters; they are the younger brothers and sisters. I love how they can have Molly around to learn how to entertain a child or even to just have a baby around. Now that she is a little older, Max and Marcella are so much more comfortable with her. Marcella even played with Molly in her bedroom and showed her books! It's just nice.

Later, Marshal and I snuck off to the surprise party. I regret to say I didn't remember to bring my camera. Most of the time bar pictures don't turn out anyway, but only pictures could prove the ridiculousness of the night. We were fully entertained by some drunken Germans dressed up like the Irish...aka my husband's friends.

To top off the great weekend, we declared Sunday to be a day of lounging and snacking. Maybe Saturday night brought back feelings of the "old" days when we could watch movies and lounge the entire next day, or maybe it was just the crappy weather, but we felt the need to be couch potatoes. Marshal even got Totino's Frozen pizza's, taquitos and chips for dinner.

After a weekend of indulgences, it's time to get back into the world of budgets and better eating habits.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Fishy Friday's

Last year during lent, I'm pretty sure we had fish sticks and salads for dinner every Friday. I have no problem with fish sticks, but I wanted to get a little more creative this year and explore a few different recipes. Here are a few that we loved:

1.) Pasta Aglio e Olio- You can never go wrong with Italian. I've found that the key with cooking italian is fresh ingredients and knowing how you want them to taste. Sometimes red sauce gets a little boring and this recipe is great for mixing it up. Aglio e Olio is very simple, it literally means oil and garlic.

First cook pasta al dente. Then, put the olive oil and the garlic in a large skillet over a medium heat. When the garlic begins to change color, you can add parsley, red pepper flakes, or salt  to your taste. Be sure to stir well and remove from heat. When the pasta is cooked, return the skillet to a low heat. Next, drain the pasta and add it to the skillet. Toss until the pasta is well coated with sauce. To add a little to the recipe, I also sauteed onions, mushrooms, artichokes, and shrimp.

2.) Lousiana Seafood- I first had this dish at Ruby Tuesday's and I had to try to make it on my own. After a little googling, I found the recipe. It was much more simple than I had imagined.
List of ingredients: Tilapia, Shrimp, Cajun Seasoning, Alfredo sauce
Side ingredients: Broccoli, Rice Pilaf, Roma Tomato, Shredded Cheddar Cheese
First, wash and dry tilapia. Season with your favorite creole seasoning. I used McCormick's Cajun seasoning. Heat oil in a medium sized pan on medium to high heat. Cook tilapia 5 minutes flipping once or until fish is no longer translucent and is flaky white. Meanwhile, I sautee shrimp with the same cajun seasoning. Heat alfredo in a small sauce pan on medium heat. This is one of those recipes where everything cooks fast and at the same time. Once tilapia is cooked, I plate it topped with shrimp and a drizzle of alfredo. Serve with steamed broccoli and rice pilaf topped with diced tomatoes and shredded cheese.
3.) Pasta Primavera- More pasta! This is a great recipe I found from the food network. You can find the recipe by clicking here! Be sure to use ingredients that you enjoy and know you family will eat. I add our favorite vegetables and use fettuccini instead of bow tie pasta. Campbell's also has a great spin to this recipe. You can find it by clicking here! To make it lent approved, use cream of celery instead of chicken.

For any pasta dishes, I usually make bruschetta to make it more filling for him and it's quick, cheap and easy!
If you have any meat-free meals you love and would like to share...i'd love to hear from you.

Thursday, March 11, 2010


When visitors stop by, gloomy days are way better. My lovely, big sis and baby bro came down for the day. These kinds of days are special days. Everything is better when family comes to visit. Mommy gets a break.

My 20 year old baby bro was on spring break, so his presence was requested. He got some quality Molly time. She chilled out on his lap long enough for a quick photo shoot. 

I've been trying to type and watch survivor at the same time and it's not working...I think i'll switch back to morning posts. I may be in a worse mood in the mornings, but atleast I can concentrate.

Sweet dreams and love,

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Wednesday night blog....

Being a stay-at-home momma, mornings can sometimes get kind of long (especially with an early birdy). This morning was especially long. I've never been a big fan of mornings...they're growing on me, but I still have set backs. And somehow there wasn't anything that really needed cleaning...not sure if I would have done it anyway. To deter our boredom, we decided to change out all our light bulbs, well I changed light bulbs and baby played in the linen closest. I've never changed a light bulb before and it was actually nerve racking.

Went from this boring bulb...

 To this efficient, eco-friendly and curly bulb...

While I single handedly save the environment, Molly single handedly destroyed the linen closet....yes, that is an entire box of did this get cleaned up? I closed the door.

Another amazing day outside, again. We got some major stroller time. It's going to really suck when it snows again. I'm preparing myself, telling myself it'll snow again or it's going to get cold again so appreciate it while it lasts. Therefore if it does snow again, it won't crush me....and if it doesn't it'll be bonus. But while we have this wonderful sunshine, we plan on taking full advantage of it and taking lots of outdoors pictures.

I love to see her explore things, I love to see her discover things, and I love to see how she concentrates on things. She is seeing and doing everything literally for the first time. Earlier today, I dropped an ice cube...more like missed my cup. Like usual, Molly was playing at my feet and pounced on the ice cube immediately. She kept trying to pick up the ice cube but it kept slipping through her chubby fingers. It entertained her at first, but after awhile it really started to make her mad.

I don't know how but she never ceases to amaze me :)