A little faith and a lot of love go a long way…

Flirty 30!

Today is the big day…I’m 30! I’m super excited to be 30. I am sorta like a real adult now, hahaha! It’s been a fun ride, this journey to 30.

Some other kind acts I completed…doing the dishes & cleaning the kitchen for Big Daddy Byron (he prefers to take care of the kitchen since he’s a chef…no complaining from me!), putting stray shopping carts where they belong while out and about shopping, praying for people who might need it…but the best part of of my 30 acts of kindness for my 30th birthday happened today with a a gift given to me…

Let me start at the beginning. I should preface this with the statement that my husband is without a doubt, THE BEST.

2013 Husband of the Year (& we're only 2 days in)

2013 Husband of the Year (& we’re only 2 days in)

This man has made my birthday so memorable. It started when he and my mom planned a small surprise party for me.



Awwww....I have friends!

Awwww….I have friends!

Gift presented to me from the reigning 2013 Husband of the Year and my babies - "Kari's Personal Wine Glass"

Gift presented to me from the reigning 2013 Husband of the Year and my babies – “Kari’s Personal Wine Glass”

YAY for good times with GREAT friends! Besides the party, then the hubby tells me that he’s been secretly saving (which is no easy task since I’m the financial boss in this household and account for every penny since we loosely follow Dave Ramsey’s philosophies) and has booked me a day at the spa….not just any spa, but THE HERSHEY SPA!  Unfortunately they are so popular and booked that he couldn’t get me in until March 9 but I will get a day of pampering for surviving 3 decades! 😉

That was more than enough to celebrate the beginning of my 30’s…but then Big Daddy Byron outdid himself even more! He had me take our van to work today…so that he could clean out the mobile dumpster I drive, a.k.a. my car! I am the hot mess of of our marriage and chaos and disorganization seem to find me everywhere…but especially in my car. I’ve wanted to clean it out (by wanted I mean I thought about it but it’s too overwhelming for me to actually do something about it…oh yeah, and I’m lazy) and it was on my 2013 bucket list (as was a day at the spa!) and Big Daddy Byron has already helped me accomplish those things. Whoo-hoo!

But Big Daddy Byron wasn’t finished…he surprised me yet again by having roses and a balloon delivered to the school I work at this morning and THEN chocolate covered strawberries were delivered this afternoon!!! I am beyond spoiled but not just because of all he did for my birthday but because of all he does for me everyday…*insert teary eyes and heart bursting with love image here.*

Those weren’t my only birthday surprises though…one of the most amazing came today while at work.  At student of mine turns 11 tomorrow.  She told me today that for her birthday this year, she’s decided to do 11 intentional acts of kindness to celebrate since I did 30 to celebrate my 30th.  She then excitedly told me that she and her mom have been planning the 11 acts of kindness and she’s starting soon. *MIND BLOWN* Holy crap.  I mean, I know as a teacher I have an impact on some of my kids sometimes. But wow. When she told me this, I had one of those moments…one of those, “Oh man, what I do REALLY matters” moments that we teachers have now and then…not because I taught her how to add fractions with different denominators but because I inspired her to spread kindness in the world.  It was one of the best gifts anyone could have given me.

Here’s to 30…a year full of kindness, love, health and happiness…

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He may be a gorilla…

…but he’s MY gorilla. I know I rant from time to time…but I love that kid. He is HILARIOUS and helpful and loving and I can’t get enough of him or my sweet, sweet Binxy. Amen for my little blessings. Amen.

I am truly, without a doubt, too blessed to be stressed.

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Outta your mind!

Last week was crazy. Though I was fairly productive, I wasn’t exactly motivated to do much of what needed to be done, but instead did lots of whatever the hell I felt like doing. Part of that included spending time with my little foul-mouthed cherubs. My little disrespectful gifts from God.

The Gorilla is the bad influence oldest.  He’s a little over 2.5 years old, however he is under the assumption that kid years are a bit like dog years and 2.5 years in kid years is more like 14 years old. Currently, his favorite phrase is “outta your mind.”

Me:  Gorilla, you need to share that toy with your sister.


Me:  Time for a bath Gorilla. Get in the tub.


Me:  Gorilla, do you know any other phrases?
Gorilla: Yes.
Me:  Use them.


I have no clue where he may have potentially heard this phrase before…no idea…nope, can’t think of…oh, riiiiiiigggghhhhttt….I constantly tell everyone in this family they are out of their minds when they make ridiculous requests (i.e. make dinner). Note to self:  He’s listening.

So beyond the fact that he’s already speaking to me like he’s some angst-ridden teen who already knows everything, he’s taken to being quite sneaky.  The phrase he typically uses for that is, “Checkin’ somethin’ mama,” and then it’s quiet as he runs off to some obscure part of the house to cause obscene amounts of destruction.  However, last week, he tricked me. He said, “Wash hands mama” after he peed.

There I was, getting Binxy dressed after her bath, which is a feat in itself, and the Gorilla announces that he has to pee. No prob, he uses the bathroom by himself, so I send him on his way. He knows the routine and I listen and hear the flush of the comode and then him dragging his little stool to the sink to wash his hands…

Me:  You ok Gorilla?
Gorilla:  Yes mama. Wash hands mama.


I was preoccupied with dressing Binxy. She kept attempting to escape from my grasp and travel around the house in her birthday suit. (She’s a free spirit.) So as I was involved in a wrestling tournament with my nearly 1 year old, I missed the silence. When I finally realized that something was not quite right….

Me: Gorilla! What are you doing?
Gorilla:  Bubbles mama!

And there were bubbles. Lots of bubbles. He used the hand soap and water to fill the sink with bubbles and then proceeded to throw handfuls of bubbles all over the bathroom. While he was naked. (He’s also a free spirit.)

The work of the devil. I mean the Gorilla.

***Side note:  Yes, I know the stool is pink. When purchased, I already had a green/blue one for the bathroom downstairs. I chose pink for the bathroom upstairs for my Binxy even though it’ll be awhile before she’s potty trained. The Gorilla doesn’t care what color the stools are regardless. So go ahead and continue to judge me.

Did I mention that he’s only 2? It’s going to be a long 16 years. 😉

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Wherefore art thou Fake It Friday?

Sorry to disappoint but I had to take a hiatus from Fake It Friday because it turned out that this past Friday was actually DATE NIGHT FRIDAY! They are few and far between as it is so when the chance for a date night arose, I had to snap it up.  Thankfully I did because it was super fun.

We and 2 other couples had dinner together at Carrabas, a yummy Italian restaurant. Then we met up with another friend and kicked it old school by going BOWLING. Big Daddy Byron just had to watch because they didn’t have shoes big enough to fit his gargantuan feet, but he had fun anyways because he got have dessert there – buffalo chicken pizza, hahahahaha!  We all came back to our house afterwards for an hour or so where I promptly fell asleep on the floor in front of everyone. Obviously, as an exhausted mama I am WINNING. HA.

One of life’s rarities….date night!

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My Toddler is the Devil

Once upon a time I didn’t have kids and I judged everyone who did.  “I’ll never do that” I said so long ago in a far away land. “My kids will eat organic, healthy meals loaded with veggies and fruits for every meal.”  “My kids won’t act like that in public.”  Blah, blah, blah. Then I pushed two humans out into this world.

Look at me, I push babies out like I’m gettin’ paid to do it!

Well, one of those humans is headed towards 3. As in 3 years. As in that might be as far as he makes it.

Don’t let this adorable face fool you…he is the King of Darkness right now.

Everyone talks about the terrible twos…how awful these little two year old tornadoes are. What no one (usually) tells you is how horrible the threes are.  Thankfully I have a good friend who did. I just wish I had believed her earlier.

This is the same friend who consoled me as I cried in the bathtub, (and here’s where I should clarify that we were on the phone), right after giving birth to the Gorilla when the raging hormones had me convinced that I was not cut out to be a mother and who the hell at the hospital thought it was ok to send a baby human home with me and how the hell was I supposed to keep him alive and love him all at the same time? She calmly told me that it was normal to feel that way and that my bond with my son would come in time andto  just take it minute by minute at that point. Just survive for now and everything will be ok.  She promised. She was right.

Sometimes great advice comes in unexpected places…
Oh and I wish I had a bathtub/bathroom like this…

She was also right that 3 is worse than 2. And my little devil isn’t even 3 yet. He’s currently 2 years 7 months. He must be advanced though because it’s like his pudgy little toddler hands opened up the gates of Hell themselves and he is the King of Darkness. He has always been a strong-willed child, since birth, but he’s taking it to a whole new level recently.

Last year’s Christmas photo…he wasn’t even 2 yet…he’s always been…”strong-willed.”

When he needed a time out before, my little man would walk to the time-out step and sit quietly, maybe pout a bit with his adorable bottom lip stuck out, but he’d take his consequence like a man and then move on. Now? Oh no. No, no, no. When he’s told it’s time to take a break, an ungodly sound erupts from his little body….”NOOOOOOOOOOOO MAMA! NO! NO! NO! NO TIME OUT!” and then he throws himself to the floor, completely rigid and unmoving.

Cut to me trying to lift a screaming, stiff-as-a-board 2 1/2 year old who is as big as a 4 year old. He also happens to be stronger than me.  (Hindsight is 20/20 – this is what happens when you marry and multiply with a man who is 6’6, 300 pounds. You get a monstrous toddler son who can overpower you in seconds. It’s why Daddy takes him for hair cuts, not me.)

Everyday, every hour, this kid is testing us. No, he will not share with his nearly 1-year old sister. No, he will not stop throwing things across the room. No, he will not wear pants. No, he will not eat anything other than fruit snacks, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and chicken nuggets. No, no, no. Everything is NO. And he’s not even 3 yet.

Someone tell me that 4 is better. Please. For the love of all that is holy, for my sanity, tell me that 4 is better.