Aidan and I were sitting in the living room the other day and he says this totally out of the blue. I swear Aidan says the most random things but he cracks me up!!
Aidan: Mommy?
Me: Yes hunny?
Aidan: You has big bum.
Me: Ohhh thanks. That hurt my feelings.
Aidan: It's otay Mommy, you has little eyes.
Nice save.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Copying the Copy Cat
I love this blog. I am a pretty good at finding Copy Cat's of things I want without sacrificing quality but she's made a blog out of it. I wanted to share with you my latest Copy Cat.
I have being eyeing a Pottery Barn (surprise right) floor lamp for some time now. I thought it would be a great addition to our new room. I loved the size of it and the detail. The only thing I didn't like was the price tag. Lucky for my a found a solution to that. Lucky for you if you too have a Home Goods in your area that has the lamp.
My FIND
(I apologize for the bad picture. The lamp is not in it's final spot.)
Home Goods Wood Lamp WITH Shade $99.00!!!
I saved myself $110 plus shipping!!
For those of you that do not know, Home Good's is owned by Marshall's so if you have one of those, you may be able to find this lamp there as well. Happy hunting. Anyone else have an good Copy Cats?
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Did I Tell You We Went to Florida?
Oh well we did. This past weekend. 6 hours to get there. 39 hour visit. 6 hours home. We got to spend time with Adam's mom so it was worth it. Here are some photos from the beach of my little man.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
She Said It First
I have had this blog sitting in my queue to finish but my bloggy bud Katherine at Barefoot Daydreams beat me to the punch and posted this blog on Friday.
Are we the only ones crushing on Bethenny Frankel? I have been a fan since the very first season of RHONY. She came to Charlotte to do a book signing and of course is was the night there wasn't a babysitter left in this city so I missed out. I follow her on Twitter and I must tell you, I wake up looking forward to hearing what funny one liner she has put out for the day.
I have yet to buy a book or a cocktail of hers but it is on my 6 month old to do list. Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm chipping away at it. A girlfriend of mine, raves about her books and coincidentally I am getting ready to jump on the loose some weight wagon so one of those purchases may be happening sooner than later. And for the record, I would buy a thousand books if it meant she would continue her Bravo reality TV show Bethenny Getting Married for all eternity. I don't think I've laughed so hard in my life. I love it so much I don't even DVR it. I run around my house like a crazed woman getting everything done that needs to be so I can be ready to watch it live every Thursday. That says a lot. Get this. Adam loves her too. Seriously if you haven't tuned in, see if you can catch up on Hulu or Bravo TV On Demand. This week is the season finale and I promise you would be doing yourself a favor if you spent the next four days catching up so you can tune in on Thursday.
Skinny Girl Margarita
Bethenny's Books
Friday, July 23, 2010
Look What I Did...
I downloaded a free 30 day trial of Lightroom on my computer and I started to play...
I turned this photo ...
In to this...
I know it's not perfect but it's a start.
Original
After Lightroom
Before
After
Obviously I need to take some better pictures to try this out on but I worked with what I had.
I am so excited! It really is so easy. I knew I was going to be addicted. I have a million things I want to learn how to do but "antiquing" was something I was dying to figure out. I wish the price of the program wasn't $600 but I might just have to save up!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
I think Adam's The Mom
I wear the title and the imaginary sash, but really Adam does the work. Yes, yes I do the work too but y'all he's great. I think I say that a lot but I'm going to keep on saying it because he deserves a whole lotta credit.
Exhibit A: He's a worrier. I worry but about things like what the neighbors will think if the grass doesn't get mowed. Tonight we were sitting on the sofa (I do worry about people calling it a couch) and out of the blue Adam says to me "What will we do if Aidan is different and kids are mean to him." Well hello, he's different, have you seen that wedgie he is sporting and his chocolate milk mustache makes him look like he hit puberty a little early. In all seriousness, I just don't think about it that much. I automatically assume that kids are mean and we will naturally have times where we have to sit Aidan down make him feel better because some kid made fun of him. But I don't worry. Adam is already hurting for him and he hasn't even been beat up yet.
Exhibit B: If Adam works late, and Aidan is in bed before he gets home. When he walks in the door the first thing out of his mouth is "do you mind if I jump in bed with the kid for a little bit?" Like he just wants to cuddle his little sleeping body and smell his baby smells. Sometimes Aidan will open his little eyes and smile at him and say "Daddy you home from work?" and Adam says "Yes, I missed you." and they smooch and Aidan goes back to sleep and Adam's day is complete.
Exhibit C: I tell this story to people all the time. When Aidan came home from the hospital he would (obv) wake up every night. Before I could open my eyes Adam was in a running sprint to get Aidan. He never wanted me to get to him first. That would limit his cuddle time with him and considering he had to be up in a few hours to work he knew he should cherish their time. Yup, not once can I remember getting up in the night and getting him. If I had allowed it, Adam probably would have let me sleep right through the breastfeeding process. He could have just hooked him right up. His bassinet was always on his side of the bed. He would hang a hand over the side and periodically check to make sure he was still breathing. If a peep came out of that child, Adam was upright trying to soothe him. I swear, we made it those first few months because of Adam. Well really, I swear we make it through everyday because Adam pulls his weight and does it well. I do my part too but that man, he is as much of a mom as I am.
He would be mad at me for calling him a mom because he wears his Daddy title so proudly. It's like he was made to be a Dad. I get all giddy on the inside when we take drives looking at big houses in cul de sacs, talking about more babies, daydreaming about what our future holds and Adam talks about how he wants to give us the world. Its amazing how lucky I got to get a man that gets up every morning with the desire to just make us happy.
Y'all that man is great. There, I said it again.
Exhibit A: He's a worrier. I worry but about things like what the neighbors will think if the grass doesn't get mowed. Tonight we were sitting on the sofa (I do worry about people calling it a couch) and out of the blue Adam says to me "What will we do if Aidan is different and kids are mean to him." Well hello, he's different, have you seen that wedgie he is sporting and his chocolate milk mustache makes him look like he hit puberty a little early. In all seriousness, I just don't think about it that much. I automatically assume that kids are mean and we will naturally have times where we have to sit Aidan down make him feel better because some kid made fun of him. But I don't worry. Adam is already hurting for him and he hasn't even been beat up yet.
Exhibit B: If Adam works late, and Aidan is in bed before he gets home. When he walks in the door the first thing out of his mouth is "do you mind if I jump in bed with the kid for a little bit?" Like he just wants to cuddle his little sleeping body and smell his baby smells. Sometimes Aidan will open his little eyes and smile at him and say "Daddy you home from work?" and Adam says "Yes, I missed you." and they smooch and Aidan goes back to sleep and Adam's day is complete.
Exhibit C: I tell this story to people all the time. When Aidan came home from the hospital he would (obv) wake up every night. Before I could open my eyes Adam was in a running sprint to get Aidan. He never wanted me to get to him first. That would limit his cuddle time with him and considering he had to be up in a few hours to work he knew he should cherish their time. Yup, not once can I remember getting up in the night and getting him. If I had allowed it, Adam probably would have let me sleep right through the breastfeeding process. He could have just hooked him right up. His bassinet was always on his side of the bed. He would hang a hand over the side and periodically check to make sure he was still breathing. If a peep came out of that child, Adam was upright trying to soothe him. I swear, we made it those first few months because of Adam. Well really, I swear we make it through everyday because Adam pulls his weight and does it well. I do my part too but that man, he is as much of a mom as I am.
He would be mad at me for calling him a mom because he wears his Daddy title so proudly. It's like he was made to be a Dad. I get all giddy on the inside when we take drives looking at big houses in cul de sacs, talking about more babies, daydreaming about what our future holds and Adam talks about how he wants to give us the world. Its amazing how lucky I got to get a man that gets up every morning with the desire to just make us happy.
Y'all that man is great. There, I said it again.
Vintage Industrial Furniture
Recently I have been scouring the Internet looking for a great piece of furniture (again. can you believe it?) to put underneath our TV. In case you did not know, I am the anti entertainment center. I want a piece that would go with our decor but wasn't cookie cutter like everything else I own. I found this amazing guy that makes out of this world vintage, industrial furniture. I think it looks like so French Industrial. I recently contacted him and I am hoping he will be coming back to me with plans to make something right out of my dreams. Here are a few samples of his stuff:
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Bug Spray
Me: What are you spraying in there Adam?
Adam: Spider.
Me: What happened to the ants?
Adam: Got them too. I sprayed everywhere. Their coming out of the wood work now. It's a war zone in here. I wouldn't come in.
So, how long do we think the KITCHEN will be out of commission?
Adam: Spider.
Me: What happened to the ants?
Adam: Got them too. I sprayed everywhere. Their coming out of the wood work now. It's a war zone in here. I wouldn't come in.
So, how long do we think the KITCHEN will be out of commission?
Camera Fun
I came across a blog that is doing a little photography workshop for free. I thought it would be fun to do because I might learn something about myself and some new things about my camera. Except I don't think it has anything to do with functions on your camera. That's OK, it's still so much fun! This is the blog if you are interested: Divas and Dreams Photography Blog.
The workshop started on July 2nd so I am a little behind but better late than never. This is our first assignment:
This is who I am - part one:
The photo challenge: Show me who you are by collecting some personal stuff that describe your personality. What objects do you have that describes you the best? Find the things that symbolise you, what you love, what you dream about, what your history are ect. There is no limit on who many or few things to show.
The written assignment: Pick 3 things that you chose to photograph and tell why you chose it or what it tells about you.
PHOTO CHALLENGE:
WRITTEN CHALLENGE:
Picture of Adam and Aidan. This picture represents so much of what I am. I am a wife and a mother before anything else in my life.
Blackberry Curve. Sadly, it might as well be a member of my family. Without it I am lost. Crackberry is a very well known term in this house.
Rose. I put this rose in the picture because I feel like I am always growing in everything I do and this was a good way to display that.
So that's it for this week!!!
The workshop started on July 2nd so I am a little behind but better late than never. This is our first assignment:
This is who I am - part one:
The photo challenge: Show me who you are by collecting some personal stuff that describe your personality. What objects do you have that describes you the best? Find the things that symbolise you, what you love, what you dream about, what your history are ect. There is no limit on who many or few things to show.
The written assignment: Pick 3 things that you chose to photograph and tell why you chose it or what it tells about you.
PHOTO CHALLENGE:
Picture of Adam and Aidan. This picture represents so much of what I am. I am a wife and a mother before anything else in my life.
Blackberry Curve. Sadly, it might as well be a member of my family. Without it I am lost. Crackberry is a very well known term in this house.
Rose. I put this rose in the picture because I feel like I am always growing in everything I do and this was a good way to display that.
So that's it for this week!!!
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Some Leftovers
I found these pictures on my camera leftover from our day on the boat 4th of July weekend and I thought they were just too cute not to add to my virtual scrapbook.
Whenever I whip out my camera, Aidan is quick to indulge me and immediately starts to pose.
I had been dying to catch him in his sunglasses. So he let me take the first two pictures and then I got this...
Otaaaaaaay Mom. That's snuff. (OK Mom, That's enough).
He typically sits right here with the boys and helps drive the boat.
Silly boy climbed in to the floats.
Eyes open.
A picture of Mr. Harvey for good measure.
You can barely see this but I thought it was so cute. Aidan is fearless in the water. He jumped on this float with my mom and off they went. When we finally came back for them, he was lounging on her chest.
Swimming back to the boat.
After a couple of hours, we dropped my mom and dad off at the dock and took off for a couple of hours by ourselves. Aidan of course passed out moments later in his favorite spot between the cooler and front of the boat. He will sleep there for hours.
Thanks for stopping by! xoxox
Monday, July 19, 2010
What's Wrong With This Picture
A few weeks ago when the guys were here working on taking out the wall, Aidan stopped mid lunch to get out his tools and get to work with them. He came out of his room and he looked hilarious (bless his heart) so naturally I had to snap a few pictures.
He is just presh. He was so proud of himself he got all his gear on without any assistance. He has been so in to helping everyone out these days. It never gets old. We just love him to death y'all.
He doesn't even look like himself here. I think he looks like some kind of chunky zoo animal. I say that lovingly.
He's ready to work. So ambitious. Maybe I'll ask him to start paying rent. Yeah right. He can live with me for free forever. Seriously.
Nice PB&J, chocolate milk mustache going on here.
He is just presh. He was so proud of himself he got all his gear on without any assistance. He has been so in to helping everyone out these days. It never gets old. We just love him to death y'all.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Nana's Chair
Sometimes I get so emotional thinking about what my Nana would say to me if she could see me now. I was close to Grammy (mom's mom) as well but my Nana used to come from Massachusetts in the winter and stay with us so I got to spend a good amount of time with her. I would come home at night and she would be sitting in the living room waiting on me to tell her all about my night. I would make us a sandwich and a drink and she would tickle my back and we would laugh out loud until we were both near sleep and headed off to our own rooms.
I can still remember the last time I spoke to her. She was getting ready to have open heart surgery at Beth Israel in Boston and we called her to wish her luck. I had some friends over from school and we were working on a project. For some reason my whole family was standing around the island and we all went around, one by one talking to her. We went back and forth sharing inside jokes and she got a little choked up when it was time to go. She went in for surgery, they found a defect she had probably had since birth, unsuccessfully tried to repair it and she never really woke up. Luckily my dad was able to make it to Boston in time to say goodbye. He was the only one with her when she passed away. I remember one day after we had returned back from her funeral, hearing him talking on the phone to a colleague and whoever was on the other line had obviously asked about my Nana and I heard my dad say "Loosing my Mom has really broken my heart." I leaned up against the wall and realized I felt the same way.
There have been a million times in the past 11 years that I have thought to myself "I wish Nana was here for this". My mom and I will be driving in the car and we start to talk about her and how in love she would be with Aidan and before you know it, we both have tears running down our cheeks.
There is a reason for this post. My Mom and Dad have a wing back chair that they have had forever. Literally I can remember it in every house we have lived in. The wing back chair was unofficially my Nana's chair. When she wasn't visiting my Dad would carry it up to her room and when she came for the winter he would bring it downstairs to the living room so that she could sit in it everyday. She would nap in it, people watch and and that's where she sat when I would come home at night and we would talk. It was still in "her" room until my parents put their house on the market and now it is being stored at my brother Bobby's house. I have decided that the wing back chair would be the perfect chair for my "new" living room and it would be a great chair for me to sit in and tell Aidan story's of his great grandmother and I for years to come. Honestly, as cheesy as it sounds, it will probably make me feel closer to her. Their is one problem. It has a hideous 80's Waverly pattern on it. I'm not in the position to have it reupholstered right now so I am going to attempt to make a slipcover for the chair and the matching ottoman. I am kind of nervous but I have been watching a ton of tutorials on the Internet and reading some DIY blogs. I just need to make the trek to Mary Jo's and pick out my fabric. I am thinking an oatmeal shade in a twill. Whatever I can get for around $6 a yard. Luckily one of the women whose blog I am reading for instruction (and inspiration) lives in Charlotte so she got her fabric at Mary Jo's and can recommend what's good.
From all indication, I think this project can be done in a day. That's if my sewing machine cooperates. Wish me luck and I'll let you know how it goes. I can't wait to have a little piece of my Nana in my house. xoxoxox
I can still remember the last time I spoke to her. She was getting ready to have open heart surgery at Beth Israel in Boston and we called her to wish her luck. I had some friends over from school and we were working on a project. For some reason my whole family was standing around the island and we all went around, one by one talking to her. We went back and forth sharing inside jokes and she got a little choked up when it was time to go. She went in for surgery, they found a defect she had probably had since birth, unsuccessfully tried to repair it and she never really woke up. Luckily my dad was able to make it to Boston in time to say goodbye. He was the only one with her when she passed away. I remember one day after we had returned back from her funeral, hearing him talking on the phone to a colleague and whoever was on the other line had obviously asked about my Nana and I heard my dad say "Loosing my Mom has really broken my heart." I leaned up against the wall and realized I felt the same way.
There have been a million times in the past 11 years that I have thought to myself "I wish Nana was here for this". My mom and I will be driving in the car and we start to talk about her and how in love she would be with Aidan and before you know it, we both have tears running down our cheeks.
There is a reason for this post. My Mom and Dad have a wing back chair that they have had forever. Literally I can remember it in every house we have lived in. The wing back chair was unofficially my Nana's chair. When she wasn't visiting my Dad would carry it up to her room and when she came for the winter he would bring it downstairs to the living room so that she could sit in it everyday. She would nap in it, people watch and and that's where she sat when I would come home at night and we would talk. It was still in "her" room until my parents put their house on the market and now it is being stored at my brother Bobby's house. I have decided that the wing back chair would be the perfect chair for my "new" living room and it would be a great chair for me to sit in and tell Aidan story's of his great grandmother and I for years to come. Honestly, as cheesy as it sounds, it will probably make me feel closer to her. Their is one problem. It has a hideous 80's Waverly pattern on it. I'm not in the position to have it reupholstered right now so I am going to attempt to make a slipcover for the chair and the matching ottoman. I am kind of nervous but I have been watching a ton of tutorials on the Internet and reading some DIY blogs. I just need to make the trek to Mary Jo's and pick out my fabric. I am thinking an oatmeal shade in a twill. Whatever I can get for around $6 a yard. Luckily one of the women whose blog I am reading for instruction (and inspiration) lives in Charlotte so she got her fabric at Mary Jo's and can recommend what's good.
From all indication, I think this project can be done in a day. That's if my sewing machine cooperates. Wish me luck and I'll let you know how it goes. I can't wait to have a little piece of my Nana in my house. xoxoxox
Friday, July 16, 2010
All The Single Men, All The Single Men
This week on Kelly's Korner we are showing off our single men. I think this is such a funny/cute idea. My brother would DIE if he knew I did this.
Have you met my brother? His name is Robert but around here most of us call him Bobby. Bobby is 24 and the middle child in our family. He is currently an Independent Sales Rep for a Kitchen Cabinet company (owned by our father) and in school to get his degree in Sustainable Technology. He enjoys boating, road trips, concerts, Panther Football and Nascar. Bobby specializes in grilling and deep frying. If you are wondering if something can be deep fried, just ask Bobby he will have your answer. Bobby is a great uncle and he really enjoys kids. He would love to find a nice southern girl to have fun with (A southern accent is a must here ladies). You would have to be some one that can hang with the best of them (think Panther tailgating) but also enjoys a quiet movie night at home.
I can't wait to see all the other entries! Happy Friday!
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