LOVED WICKED!!!

Wicked
For Christmas the Beloved Spouse bought me tickets to this Broadway production and it was simply fantastic! This last weekend we dropped the kids off at my sister's (thanks a million :)) and headed for Portland. The drive was absolutely beautiful plus I had the best company alive! We arrived late, which is to be expected from the Beloved Spouse and myself, but we can handle it.

For those of you who have never listened to the soundtrack - you MUST! I was a little skeptical at first, not being a huge Wizard of Oz fan myself, but Wicked is completely lovable and different. The dancing in the play was fantastic, vocals supreme, and it was hilarious - which was not expected at all by me. Be warned though - I guess the play is nothing like the book and I have been told by many not to read it - so do whatever you wish with that info - anyhoo -

We couldn't have been more pleased!

What to do with a Hormonal Woman?

I think the Beloved Spouse has it down - and maybe that's because I've been pregnant for the last three years including miscarriages and such - which he realizes it completely his fault, not really :) but moving forward...

- I am not really a yeller or a crier - The Beloved Spouse and I defined it last night as perturbed. I am not flattered by this description, but in all honesty it is a proper evaluation. But, this is not about me - it is about him... and I just wanted to say -

Thank you for -

* Being amazing

*Listening to me rant

*Telling me that I'm HOT - (admit it ladies - sometimes you just want to hear you're hot :))

*Making homemade mashed potatoes and roast beef gravy

*Rubbing my black stained feet that I don't even want to touch

*Hugging me

*Being the coolest dad

*Making me laugh

* Telling me and the kids that I am the best mom ever

*Saying thank you for my hard work

*Not being bugged when I sleep in and you're headed out the door for work

*For knowing how to love me perfectly and selflessly

You rock Beloved Spouse!

Plus in your defense... about always being pregnant and all... check out this hideous picture-

I may be irritable but I always tell the truth :)

- See definitely not hot... but funny:) - He's willing to feed me the lies I need to hear to make it through the day - and that is how you deal with a hormonal woman -

Sorry I had to post another picture - the one above was just a little too grotesque - this one isn't a whole lot better, but a little.

Always better to end on a good note :)

Wait sorry - here's a better picture to end with because it shows the Beloved Spouse himself. Being an adorable dork :) - having to try on all of Little C's hats that were stacked in his closet.

Daddy Please Let Me Cut My Hair -

The Morning Fro (sorry about the bra)I've been fighting the temptation for a long time now...

but I finally gave in :)

and the verdict is... he makes an adorable girl!

"DADDY - PLEASE SAVE ME FROM MY MOTHER AND LET ME CUT MY HAIR!"

St. Patty's Day

The World's Greatest attempt at a Leprechaun trap! Which to Little C's dismay didn't catch him any leprechauns - but they did leave him some pieces of chocolate disguised as bright shiny gold coins.

Behold - the amazing creators!
The idea was for the leprechaun to spot the pot of gold - hop onto the rainbow - slide into the pot - the leprechaun would be completely unaware of the trap door placed at the bottom - and land in the well disguised cage below. -Better luck next year - but we're up for the challenge.

St. Patrick's Day Breakfast - green German pancakes - not exactly eye candy, but pretty tasty.


Little C expressed his amazement that everything still tasted the same - even if it's green.

View our entertainers below - FYI Little C picked out our St. Patty's Day music- Which was originally brought into our home by the Beloved Spouse... sad but true. :) We love ya honey!

Back Off! Thank you.

So I am that pregnant freak who cannot stand people in her personal space. If anyone gets too close it is like their body heat is in competition with mine and I can feel the sweat beads beginning to form. My face becomes blood red and I believe the words "BEAT IT" actually begins to appear on my forehead. Oh... and then if they touch my belly... for the love people!... if I don't want strangers touching my baby - safely assume that I do not want you touching my belly. Parents teach your children that it is simply impolite to reach out and rub the bump - especially if you know they are abnormally fragrant - Stinky kids invading my bubble leads to an out of body experience, where nice domestic goddess in training is replaced by someone entirely different. One poor neighbor girl met this other creature today as I knocked her hand away and said - Do not touch my stomach! I couldn't even apologize - I felt so victorious knowing that this crime would never again be committed by this little juvenile. - Isn't that horrible? It is - and I know I will feel ashamed... later... I'm sure.

In the defense of all of you space invaders - I know that all pregnant women are different. I have a sister who loved, loved, loved having her belly molested - and wanted to show me the bare thing on a daily basis. She viewed it as beautiful -and more power to ya sister! But... rest assured mine is not beautiful - this is the third time my pasty white skin has been stretched to the max and on top of that - my herniated belly button isn't helping me win any beauty pageants.

So... that's it I guess... sorry for the beating.

Moms Come Over!

There's a playdate today at my house around 11:30. So all of you moms run over with your kiddos and let them run a muck for a couple of hours! Hope to see you here :) Leave a comment if you need directions and I can e-mail them to you.