Embarrassing Questions, No Good Answers

Lately my little darlings have had many questions from the mundane to the brilliant. 

My favorites are the ones that make me stifle a laugh as I struggle to regain my composure.

Here goes:

Mom, if they're Irish, what species am I?

When I grow up will I have boobs?  Will they be big?

Can I sit by your friend with the big hiney-do? (Our word for behind)

Nana

Why doesn't that boy match his parents?

When will I get my princess hair?

Doesn't Nana's hair look like Dora's?

Would you like me to get you a little diaper? (Tampon)

Why is there a mustache on your lap?  (Can't even use the bathroom alone, see also above)

Look at that girl with the pink hair.  Isn't she beautiful?

Personal Style Issues

One of the (many) things that I'd like to work on for the new year is having a better sense of personal style.  I'm one of those who, since I've had little ones, have kind of let things go in that area.  Now that my girls are getting older, I'd like to get back to the fun side of fashion.  I don't want my girls to pretend they don't know me because they're ashamed of the Ugg boots and bleached out sweats "uniform" look that I usually rock.

So, another issue is that now that I'm 40, (I've chosen to embrace it), is figuring out how to dress in a way that's somewhat stylish, age appropriate, and of course, flattering.

It's a quest...join me. 
Please post your opinions, too.

Some ideas:


Love the idea of one bright piece and cool, updated shades.  www.theglamouri.com



Black is always a good idea.  Love the jacket. 
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New Year's Resolutions

So, I'm a little late on this one, which means I've had some time to really think things through. Every year, I seem to make the same resolutions...lose the extra holiday pounds, get into shape, find the perfect hairstyle, etc. This year, I resolve to do all of the old things, plus a few new ones. Here goes. 1. I will be kind to those closest to me, and save the nastiest stuff for strangers. This may sound a little strange but I find myself being the absolute best version of myself to people at the mall, and save all of my super bitchiness for those whom I care about the most (sorry to the Mr.) 2. Stop making the same mistakes I always make. This one goes for the small mistakes like cutting bangs every year, then spending the rest of the year growing them back out (this one is for you Michelle), or deciding to move to a new city, making great plans, then changing my mind. 3. Most importantly, appreciate all of the awesomeness in my life, of which there is an abundance, and pay little mind to the struggles and annoyances. 4. Lastly, spend less time reading about celebrity news and actually pay attention to what's going on in the world. Yes, this is a little embarrassing, but perhaps it's actually time to grow up. Who's with me??

Happy New Year!

I've been away for some time, but I'm back!

First, let me say that Christmas this year with the girls was absolutely magical.   I know it sounds a little hokey...to say it was magical, but it was.  More magical than Disney, more magical then Fantasy Island, more magical than the friends and family sale at Sephora.

My two lovely daughters fell madly in love with all things Christmas this year and we fell in love right along with them. 

The first thing they did when they woke up Christmas morning (after they checked to see that Santa did indeed show), was to investigate and see if the cookies and milk were gone (they were).  Next we had to traipse outside in the freezing cold to make sure that the reindeer had eaten the carrots (they had).

Next they played with their ginormous (and sure to fall apart by New Year's) Disney Princess Castle, complete with new princesses, (crowns still attached) for about 45 minutes before they noticed that there were presents under the tree.  Amazing.

My favorite part had to be the night before when my husband sat in a chair by the fire and read The Night Before Christmas to them.  After explaining that Santa would not be burned by the fire,(he is after all magical), it was off to bed.

My eldest asked, just before falling asleep, "Mommy, do you think I will still get a present even though I picked my nose today", classic.