No Tip For You!

Alright, I love pedicures. There I said it. However, since having Liam I have had not a one. Not a single pedicure in a year. That's saying a lot...especially since I had a free pedicure just waiting for me in Camarillo. A lovely gift certificate that I stole from another mom at last year's Mom's Group Christmas Party. Oh yes, I am not beneath driving my butt 17 miles out of the way for a free pedicure.

So, this Saturday I finally took advantage of it. Jared was home, manning the boys and I left to brave Costco to pick up our Christmas cards and to give my feet some TLC. Which, I might add, they desperately needed since I spent Wednesday of last week braving the crowds at Disneyland. I was so excited! In an hours time I would have perfectly exfoliated feet, exquisitely groomed toenails, polished to a shine...all the while relishing in the calf/foot massage that comes with all pedicures.

WRONG!

This is how is SHOULD have gone. Little did I know, that my little pedicurist would be on her cell phone 75% of the time. Oh yes! Ring...Ring....Hello?! My visions of idly catching up on my celebrity gossip went down the drain every time she picked up her cell. Instead of finding myself relishing in a calf/foot massage...I found myself plotting evil ways to rid her of her phone. She had already drained the little foot soaking tub....and it was hard to peel my eyes away from the latest issue of People. But COME ON! I walked in there thinking..."this should be nice!..and if all goes well I can tip her generously because Hey! the entire thing is free!"

WRONG!

I gave her nothing! She put my sandals on, and walked away. Like she knew she wasn't getting a tip and just left. It was at that moment I wished I had used all my 5'8" pregnant glory to lay into her. All 4'7" of her..her and her Nokia Cell Phone.

Pink!

We're thinking pink in our house! Since we're having a girl!

Cailin Elizabeth will join her brothers in late April, early May next year!

Don't Quit Your Day Job...

J: "Saul...what about Saul?"

K: "What? First, we're not Jewish. Second...Ben, Liam and SAUL?"

J: "Kate...hellllo....Ben's middle name is Elijah...just as Hebrew as Saul."

K: "Yeah, but I just picture some old man saying..."Hi..my name is Saul, I'm from New Yahrk, a dahctor and I love bagels and schmeeer.."

J: "What was that?!"

K: "My attempt at a New York accent!"

J: "It was terrible...."

Strike a Pose...

Okay, I'll admit it, I hate to pay for pictures of the boys. Maybe it's because from about 6th grade on I don't have a single one of those crappy pics the school would take of you because my Mom refused to pay for them. Or maybe it's because I figure since I have about 3 pictures total of my childhood, I'm just happy my boys will have piles of photograph's reflecting their formative years...well, maybe not piles, but definitely lots of Mega Bytes!

I snapped these this morning for our Christmas card.

Ben struck this pose all on his own...though I did bribe him with money for his piggy bank...

Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

Seeing as how I already have my two front teeth, all I really want for Christmas is a few nights of really good sleep. Now, the Kurig Coffee Maker would be nice also, but seriously...sleep, pure uninterrupted, blissful sleep would be fab. I know this would entail my children being gone...so if this doesn't come until after the holidays...I can live with that. After the blissful nights sleep, I'd love a date night with my husband. One that did not involve sharing my food with children, or picking crayons, forks and spoons off of a restaurant floor. A date night where we come home, and it ends with that blissful, uninterrupted nights sleep.

If my house could stay clean in the process that would be even more wonderful. Santa, I love my children, but must they be constant little tornadoes that leave a path of destruction wherever they go? For just a few days, could I be the only person I have to worry about bathing?

This is just a little list of what, I, as a stay-at-home-mom would love to see under the tree this year. Sleep, a date night, a clean house and a long hot shower.

Happy Holidays Santa....

One tired, pregnant mother of 2...soon to be 3

You Might Think I'm Joking...

My husband discovered this at Target the other day:



Yes, that is Yoda...and yes it's a Christmas Tree Topper.

Did my husband automatically insist that it grace the top of our tree this year...

I'll give you one guess as to what the answer is. It starts with the letter "Y".

We're currently still in negotiations. I put up with the Star Wars ornaments, but I think having a Jedi Master on top of the tree is overkill...