Addict

The scent of Baby Magic lotion is like crack to me.

Bath Time

How great are these?

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Overheard from David giving Ella her bath last night:

David: "Sweetie! Get your hand out of your crotch! It's not a toy!"

I guess it's not just boys, huh?

Bappy Hirthday (a la Bill McG)

Today is my birthday, Happy Birthday to me! The big 2-9. Ugh. I'm on my way to denying my 30's, but I plan to make the most of the last year of my carefree, youthful 20's, by gosh. Mom sent me this card which I thought was so funny. If you really think about it, it is quite nice to be able to do whatever in the hell you want to. So no green beans for me, thankyouverymuch!

Since I know all y'all had my birthday right there on your calendar but oh boy it's so early in the year and really slips up on you :), I'm going to give you an out. I would like for you to please search the internet far and wide for something that you would like to buy me. (Note the 'would', not 'will'!) Money is no object, of course, so I expect some pretty far out stuff! Just find me the best present ever and put the link to it in the comments. If I can't actually have that two week cruise to the Virgin Islands that I know someone would buy me, at least I can dream about it.

Now get clickin'! I can boss you around like this because I'm an adult and can do whatever in the hell I want. And it's my birthday.

**It works best if you use the 'nickname' and 'URL' feature in the comment box. Just write me a little blurb, put your name in the nickname box and paste the web address in the URL box. Your name will become the link. **

Advertising Works

I am living proof that advertisers know what they're doing. I have forever been, and probably forever will be, a sucker for a new product. Unfortunately, most of the time I will plunk down my money for something that promises to be better working or better tasting only to be sadly disappointed.

Which brings me to Dove deoderant. I saw a commercial for Dove where all these women are running around in tank tops, raising their arms up high because ! Dove works! In addition to keeping us girls dry and fresh smelling, it also makes your underarms clear and beautiful! Beautiful enough to wear a tank top and wave to your friends, reach for stuff on a high shelf and kick back with your hands behind your head! That's what they tell me. And I want to be able to do all of those things with reckless abandon (since sometimes things aren't the most beautiful under there) so I rush right out to purchase some Dove deo. Even though I have a fairly full thing of Lady Speed Stick at home. Because that's what I do. And I'll be john brown, the stuff works! I am a dry, smelling of powder, clear and beautiful underarm girl.

Somebody get me a tank top, STAT!

(Anyone want to 'fess up on something that you purely bought because of the advertising? Even if you didn't need it or would have never realized that you wanted it? Don't leave me out here in Sucker World alone!)

PBF

If you recall, I was on the search for a good peanut butter fudge recipe. I had given two recipes a shot and wasn't happy with the outcome of either one. Until now!

May I present to you the fudge recipe that wins the award at my house (and keep in mind that David is a fudge connoisseur). I stole it from my favorite show on Food Network, Good Eats, and Alton Brown. You may even have all of the ingredients in your cupboards right now. Go take a peek and then see if you can stop yourself from trying this super easy recipe!

Lick Your Fingers Peanut Butter Fudge

1 cup butter (2 sticks)

1 cup peanut butter

1 teaspoon vanilla

1 lb. powdered sugar

Put peanut butter and butter in a microwaveable bowl and nuke on high for two minutes. Stir and cook for two minutes more. Add vanilla and powdered sugar and mix with a wooden spoon. Turn out into a 8 x 8 pan lined with wax paper. Press down until even then place a piece of wax paper on the surface of the fudge. Cool in refrigerator. Cut into pieces and store in an airtight container.

I think we will keep ours in the fridge but let it sit out for a few minutes before eating and the licking of fingers. Delish!

Pudge

I realize that the blog has turned into a shameless parade of pictures of and stories about my two beautiful girls. And I'm OK with that. What else can you expect from a new mother with a veritable gold mine of her own?

As the thigh photo displayed, Ashley Kate is a growing girl. (Growing at a great, speedy clip, she is.) In addition to the doughy goodness of her thighs, Ashley is pudging up everywhere else too. One of the cutest places to see baby fat, in my opinion, is at the writsts. Sweet baby girl does not disappoint her mama! Check out the wrist creases so far! (Since Ella was such a string bean, I am having all kinds of fun with Ashley and her squishy-ness. Poor girl gets hugged and kissed all the damn time!)

Wouldn't you want to hug and kiss Miss Pudgy McPudge?

That's what we thought!

Biker Babe

Santa Baby was one smart cookie when he decided to bring Ella Grace a big girl bike for Christmas. After some initial hesitation on her part (and some general miffed-ness on mine) she has deemed the bike her favorite gift. She has already figured out how to pedal standing up and to turn sharp, hit the brakes and slide across the floor! I'm thinking it's a dang good thing Santa gave her a helmet with it!

E, in full protection mode

Rock Chalk...Whatever

In light of KU winning the Orange Bowl, I'll be nasty and repeat two comments made about Mangino. All is fair in love and football, right?

These are two comments made to K-State's Campus Fourum (a voicemail set up for students to call and leave random messages that then get printed in the campus newspaper).

"And God said 'Let there be light' and Mark Mangino had to move."

(In Kansas there are signs by the road that say 'One Kansas farmer feeds 147 people and YOU!') "One Kansas farmer feeds one hungry Mark Mangino."

When I read these I just laughed and laughed like any good KSU graduate would!

Sugar Sugar

Ashley is ready for the big game.

Go Dawgs!!

Jan. 2nd

By the time I sit down at my desk on January 2nd to officially come back to work the following things might have happened:

*the mouse who has taken up residence in my house will have nosed his way into the trap we set

*I will have partied like a rock star at New Year's Eve

*permanent daycare for Ashley will have been found

*all of the quickly growing grey hair will have been plucked from my head

*cell phone contract will be renewed and we will sport new phones

*two things that I have been meaning to do will finally get done

*emotional breakdowns at the thought/act of leaving Ashley at daycare will have occurred

*the avalanche of telemarketing phone calls received on our new home number will have slowed (seriously, I got 3 of them the first day it was connected)

*a good recipe for peanut butter fudge will have been found

*my house will be clean

*collard greens, black eyed peas, pork and corn bread will have been consumed on New Year's Day - gotta start the new year off right!

*my savings account will be drained

*I will be back in full blogger mode, ready to pummel you with all sorts of posts and pics

See you then!

Payback

When Andria had her little girl Dellaina almost two years to the day that I had Ella, I knew I would be able to shower her with all kinds of clothes. Since then she and I have been keeping the USPS and UPS in business by shipping boxes of clothes back and forth. Now that Ashley is here, Andria is returning the favor and sent me some of Dellaina's clothes. Boy are they cute! I haven't even skimmed the surface of the enormous box she sent but I did happen upon this adorable outfit and made sure to put Miss Ashley in it pronto.

Thanks, Andria! Ashley now has two wardrobes to be outfitted from! (Unfortunately neither one is her own, but such is the plight of the second born...)

Thunder what?

Ashley, Ashley, Ashley. Sweet baby Ashley.

You have got some serious thighs going on. I knew when we weighed you at the doctors office and you had gained two pounds in two weeks that there would be evidence. Is there ever! But I love love all of your big chunky monkey pudge. You are so fun to squeeze and hug and those big cheeks are great for kissing. So what if you weigh now what Ella weighed at 3 months?

(This photo is totally G rated.)

Big 4

Yesterday was Ella's 4th birthday! Happy Birthday to her and her big 4 year old self!

Preschool was closed yesterday (due to the power outages everywhere) so she got to celebrate at home with us. David took her to feed with him and then she watched her new movie, Ratatouille, that Marisa gave her. After gymnastics we went out to eat with Aunt Jamie and Angie, Scott and Mallory and I got to have my first margarita since Ashley's arrival. Yippee!

Ella in the new snow suit that Grandma and Grandpa gave her and new snow boots that we gave her.

Ice, Ice Baby, part 2

So the ice came. And came.

The trees all looked so beautiful encased in the ice but that beauty comes with a price, unfortunately. The limbs got so heavy that they just snapped right off, all over the power lines. We were one of the lucky ones and never lost power, thank goodness!

That is some thick stuff!

I thought this looked kind of cool.

Now the forcast is calling for 3-6" of snow on top of the ice. Yikes! Is there a song called Snow, Snow Baby?

Ice Ice Baby

Last week we got a minimal amount of snow (1-1.5"). Usually this would cause all sorts of discombobulation for us Southerners... but, David and I overcame our Georgian ways long ago and don't hardly blink an eye at such a small amount. No rushing off to the grocery store for bread and milk for us!

The snow is still on the ground since it has remained pretty cold for the past few days. Guess what the good ol' weatherman is saying that we are going to get on top of our 1-1.5" of snow tonight? ICE. The same amount of ICE. An inch to an inch and a half. Oh. No.

If you will excuse me, I'm heading off to the grocery store. (I may be a Southerner hardened to Kansas winters but I'm no fool!)

Getting to Know You

Another altered email, but hey, it's all I got!

1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Wrapping paper

2. Tree--Real or Artificial? Fo' real, fo' sho!

3. When do you put Christmas tree up? Generally two weeks before Christmas, to enjoy it as long as pissible but not so long that the needles get everywhere

4. When do you take the tree down? Before New Year's Day (or else it's bad luck!)

5. Like egg nog? Yes, especially if it's spiked

6. Do you have a nativity scene? Yes - Reason for the season

7. Favorite gift received as a child? I don't know... I was pretty pumped about getting Keds once

8. Hardest person to buy for? Jamie

9. Easiest person to buy for? David

10. Worst Christmas gift? ?

11. Mail or email a Christmas Card? Mail

12. Favorite Christmas movie? Christmas Vacation - So. Effing. Funny.

13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? Beginning of December, unfortunately

14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? No

15. Favorite food to eat on Christmas? Mimosas and quiche, a la Mom

16. Clear or colored tree lights? Colored, although clear are very nice

17. Favorite Christmas Song? O Holy Night

18. Travel during Christmas or Stay home? We seem to alternate

19. Can you name Santa's reindeer's? Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Donner, Comet, Blitzen, Cupid, Rudolph

20. Angel or Star on Tree top? Angel

21. Open presents on Christmas Eve or morning? Morning

22. Most annoying thing about this time of year? crowded stores

23. What are you most looking forward to at Christmas? Ella's wide eyed belief and watching her open gifts

24. What are you hoping to get for Christmas this year? She's already here

25. How did you find out about Santa Clause not being real? I asked Mom if he was real and she said no (after a kid at school told me he wasn't)

Little One

Who says that second children don't get as many pictures taken of them as the first one did? Obviously not me!

Name Game

Susan sent this to me and I got a pretty good kick out of it. Her names were pretty funny, mine are kind of blah. (I was a little free with some of mine. It doesn't help that my last name starts with three consenants!)

If you come up with something good for one of your names, leave it in the comments!


10. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother & father's middle name) Anna Thomas

9. NASCAR NAME: (first name of your mother's dad, fathers dad) Carl Charles

8. STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, 2 letters of your first) Mccme

7. DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, fav animal) Red Dog

6. SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born) Elizabeth Athens

5. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd fav color, fav drink, add "THE" to the beginng) The Pink Beer

4. FLY GIRL/GUY NAME: (1st letter of 1st name, 1st 3 letters of your last name) Mmcc (how about M.C.?)

3. GANGSTA NAME: ( fav ice cream flavor, fav cookie) Vanilla Peanut Butter

2. ROCK STAR NAME: (current pets name, current street name) Lily College

1. STRIPPER NAME: (first pets name, street name you grew up on) Gypsy Mars Hill

Photo Blog

Somebody give hand me some lipstick - STAT!

Yeah, I couldn't believe it either.

She smelled as good as she looks!

Three Martinis, please

Remember my post about a playdate for Ella? The picture that I used was from the cover of a book called The Three Martini Playdate: A Practical Guide to Happy Parenting. I had never heard of this book before but the image came up when I was searching for something pertaining to a playdate and it made me laugh so steal it I did.

Little did I know that Niki would be so observant and actually order the book for her favorite new mommies, Andrea and I! I got it in the mail last week and have had some good laughs reading it. I think when I'm done I will pass it on for Karen (queen of the playdate) to read :)

A little exerpt that made me laugh:

"One wasn't required to transport the little children hither and thither, here to T-ball practice, there to a 'playdate', may the chipper mommy who coined that particular term forever rot in a hell of eternally colicky babies."

Pure genius, right?

So Far...

Sleep? - Yes, please

Breastfeeding - One of nature's most natural things does not come naturally

Pregnancy weight - gone (ta da!)

Pre-pregnancy jeans - hell yeah, I'm wearing them

(If it sounds like I'm bragging on those last two, I am ;P )

# of days w/o a shower - Z.E.R.O. Nevah!

Kick ass afternoon of TV - TBS. Yes, Dear, Fresh Prince of Bel Air, King of Queens, Seinfeld, Friends and Just Shoot Me. I'm in love.

Treat du jour - Rick Krispie Treats

Swelling - All gone. My feet and calves are back to their recognizable form

Withdrawal from the Internet - Much worse than I imagined it would be

Need for some semblance of a routine - great/huge/enormous

Times I almost cried over spilled milk - One. One too many.

Times cried for no good reason - Who knows? But that Thanksgiving card really touched me, OK?

Goodbye to nearly clear complexion - Hello to not so much

Last reminders that I recently had surgery - laughing, coughing and sneezing

Ashley looks like - Her sister, and how!

A few words for my genetics - You're getting docked a day's pay for sleeping on the job (name that movie, anyone?)

Fingers nicked in first attempt at trimming nails - 3. 3 on one hand. Thank goodness Ashley didn't cry or I would have too.

Who is ready for another one? - Get back to me on that.

Who is feeling her heart burst with a true understanding of the meaning of Thanksgiving? - Yes ma'am, I am.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Another Quickie

In an effort for this not to be the Ashley channel (all Ashley, all the time!) here are some pics of Ella. I still plan on writing up the big Ashley post, mind you, but no time for that now. Maybe by the time she is a month old? Two months?

OMG, I just thought of something. If the blog will no longer be the Ella channel, nor will it be just the Ashley channel, then it will be the Ashley and Ella channel or A&E! Gosh, I'm so witty it hurts!

Gazing out the window at the hospital.

Princess Ella and her Super Dog, Miss Mags

OK, just one of little baby Ashley, sleeping in the sun

Semi Post

I have made it back to blog land, but unfortunately it's very temporary. We don't have a computer at home so posting requires a bit of an effort!

The real quick rundown so far is that all is well. Ashley had to stay at the hospital a few extra days to bask in the glow of artificial light since she had a touch of jaundice. We were able to go home on Saturday and since then have been trying to settle in and adjust to the new way of life. I am doing really, really well. A lot better than I remember at this stage of the game last time, actually! Oh, and the feet? They have begun to subside! Real shoes for me again! I'm pumped.

The only pictures I have at my disposal this very minute are from the hospital still, but I'll post them anyway. I don't know how different they are from the other ones, but you can't say I didn't try!

Hopefully I will be able to post a 'real' post soon, as well as grab some photos where Ashley isn't all bundled up and you can actually see her! (One thing to look forward to is a shot of her toes! Remember Angie telling me that Ella has my toes? Yep, Ashley too! Too a greater extent, I'm afraid...)

This we pre 'get that awful hat off of my precious little girl!'.

Lots of lovin' from her big sister.

Angie, Mallory and the McClure girls.

Welcome

After much anticipation, I am very proud to announce the arrival of Miss Ashley Kate McClure!!

The stats: 11/6 at 7:42 am, 7lbs. 15 oz., 20 in.

Lots and lots of dark hair!

Ella is as proud and smitten as can be.

I will give you the full rundown later, I promise! (Right now we are still in the hospital and hope to leave Friday at lunch.)

Thank you for all of your wonderful thoughts as we embark on this great adventure again... We are truly, truly lucky!

Tick Tock

So tomorrow is the day...

Of course I have about a million things that I want to get done running through my head, making little mental lists for myself. Who knows if I will remember everything? Or if it even matters, really? Things like housework will get done eventually, whether it's before Ashley gets here or not, so I'm not too concerned.

What I have been giving even more thought to recently is the fact that our lives are about to change. Forever. I have tried to take a few moments to soak up the family dynamic that we have grown so accustomed to, realizing that it will never be the same.

To that end, I searched online for some quotes regarding change. I found two that I thought were especially appropriate:

Charles DuBois: "The important thing is this: To be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we could become."

Heraclitus: "You cannot step twice into the same river, for other waters are continually flowing in."

Exactly.

(Eeee! The next time I log in I will have my baby in my arms! See you then!)

Ikea

Marisa sent me this and it is so funny! An Ikea commercial that makes you look twice... :)

Click Here!

Tidy up!

Halloween

Ella got her trick or treat on with Miss Mallory in Angie and Scott's neighborhood. It proved to be a very interesting night... maybe Halloween brings out the crazy in people? Or maybe it was the beer that David and Scott were drinking as they (and I) were escorting the girls from door to door?

Hmmm... whichever it was brought Scott wearing a fuzzy halo and a liquored up neighbor lady yelling across the street at a dark and seemingly empty house to 'shut. your dog. up!'. In all fairness, the dog in their backyard was barking nonstop, but what the hell?! (She ended up marching herself over to pound on the door, still yelling, but to no avail because surprise! they weren't home.)

The girls scored some serious loot, which both dads promptly coveted. Actually, Mal and E both traded their take of candy (minus a few select pieces) for the movie The Jungle Book because 'too much candy is not good for you'. See what smart parents we are! Now David and Scott can rot their teeth out.

Prima Ballerina

Maybe I was a little heavy handed with the make up? Oh, who cares!

Miss Mallory and Ella - BFF

The torn open box with 3 ice creams in it that one lady gave E to give to the parents.

That's very nice and all, but wtf?!

Catch Up

In my absence from the blog I have missed two very important events!

Happy 1 year anniversary to Marisa and Rusty on Oct. 21st! They celebrated in style by taking a quick trip to the Cayman Islands. They had a great time and enjoyed a few Cay Brews (island beer). Maybe too many Cay Brews?!

Remember a year ago?!

ALSO,

Congratulations to Andria, from Andria's Random Thoughts, and her family on the addition of baby Wyatt! He arrived last Wednesday to one very happy family and a proud big sister. Mama Andria was my wonderful pregnancy buddy this time around and I couldn't be happier for her and the fam!

Big sis Dellaina and baby Wyatt

10/31

Happy Halloween!

Last night we carved pumpkins (actually, David did the carving, Ella and I were the guts getter-outters). I already have a pumpkin in my lap so I was excused from carving duties!

E picked out the difficult pattern for her daddy to carve!

I was sweet and chose the easy one!

Advise Me

My dear, dear blog readers. Never did I expect the response that I got from my bitch fest post about my feet. Quite passionate about the subject, aren't y'all?! I have learned my lesson to keep my mouth shut and keyboard silent when it comes to pregnancy moans and groans! No matter what the comments were, I enjoyed reading them and seeing what everyone had to say. To that end, I thought I would try to elicit more comments from you.

So I'm going to ask for your advice. If you are a mother, hit me with your best motherly wisdom. I'm about to undertake a newborn and a (soon to be) four year old! Tell me something that I don't know and will help me enormously. If you are not a mother, lay down some real sage advice that may help me in life in general. I'm thinking along the lines of 'don't eat yellow snow'. Even if it doesn't help me in life, at least it will make me laugh!

Here's some of my own: 'Be particular' (which is good for things that range from what you are going to eat next to choosing a husband) and 'They make more of 'em every day' (in regards to breaking something, etc) - from The Sweet Potato Queens Book of Love.

Go.

M I A

Lest any of you worry, I am still here, very pregnant.

The blog has been quiet lately and I apologize. I don't know if it's because my brain has been so saturated with baby thoughts that I can't generate a coherent post? Or possibly it's because I am furiously trying to prepare my desk for someone to step in in my absence? Or, more likely, I am so damn focused on getting done with this biology experiement that I can hardly think of anything else.

Whatever the reason, I will try my best to keep up. I only have one week to go!

All Bran

Watch this commercial and pay close attention. I got such a laugh out of this!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwX8MzOKOzI

All I can say is, you have got to be shitting me!

Photo Shoot

Angie made delivery of the profesh photos that she took Ella to and I am really pleased with them! Who knew Wally World could deliver the goods?!

When Angie and I were discussing the photos she made a comment about how I was crazy if I thought Ella looked anything like me. Umm, hello? Doesn't she know that I am volatile and don't want to hear that my genetics played no part in making my beautiful daughter?! Oh, she says, Ella definitely has my toes.

Well, faaaantastic.

Ashley Kate, take note, sweet baby. I'm expecting full genetic dominance! Your father will be insufferable if you take after him too. Toes don't count!

(Good grief I'm bitter!)

M.F.

Here it is. The not so good, the bad and the ugly of being 8 months pregnant. My meat feet.

Nobody ever said that gestation would be a cake walk and I certainly didn't plan for it to be (hope as I might). I have tried my hardest to be positive about the whole deal and sweetly reply to questions of how I'm doing with 'great!' all the while thinking something quite the opposite.

I don't want to be that girl who just bitches and moans about her pregnancy but then things like my swollen feet happen and I just cave into the temptation to complain, complain, complain. So here I am, attempting to use the blog as an outlet to shout my aches and pains at the world, and yet as I type I am nagged by the feeling that I should keep my gripes to a minimum.

'You knew what this was all about when decided to get pregnant' you may say, 'you're not the first person to ever have a baby' and 'the reward will make it all worth it'. True. Very true. And I know that. IknowIknowIknow.

So all I will say is I'M DONE. I'm done with my bulk and general largesse. I'm done with having to roll out of bed instead of sitting up. I'm done with my damn hips aching all the time. I'm done with maternity clothes that are gettting too small as I continue to grow. I'm done with having cankles and club feet. I'm done wondering what little baby Ashley will look like. I'm done wondering how in the world we are going to handle two kids.

Mother Nature, you are a wise yet cruel gal. You bring preggos to their knees, gladly willing to exchange the end of pregnancy with the fatigue of meeting the demands of a brand new baby. Like making a deal with the devil.

Where do I sign?