So I've been obsessed with the iPhone app, instagram, lately. It is an app for photographers or just anyone that wants to post their pictures for all/some to see. If you're friends with me on Facebook then you know that this is right up my alley because I take a redunkulous amount of pictures of my sweet beautiful baby, Evelyn. I know some people on Facebook have probably blocked my posts because it's like babyWorld all the time. Whatever. I think the majority of people enjoy seeing her smiley baby face everyday.
So anyway, it really annoys Justin that I'm on Instagram all of the time because my face is zoned into my phone and I am slow to respond when he asks a question or something. He always complains that I only hear half of what he says and I choose to answer only some of his questions. If you haven't already, read my blog entry, Earmuffs.
Instagram really tightens the earmuffs. There are just millions of pictures of anything you can imagine. I saw today when posting my picture with the tag, #newborn (baby), that some weird woman created an instagram profile dedicated to posting pictures of herself breastfeeding her baby. I'm all about breastfeeding and I did for 5 months, but boobs are still boobs, and wtf??? Wtf? That is so weird and uncool. She is obviously not considering the fact that the majority of her viewers will be creepy breastfeeding fetish men, not fellow breastfeeding mothers wanting to admire her milk bags.
Other things that I see that are just unnecessary are:
-girls who take pictures of themselves in their panties. No matter how artistic you think the photo is, you're still showing the world your panties. (a whore.)
-pictures of your Starbucks cup. Everyone has seen a Starbucks cup before and no one is going to care what a paper cup looks like.
-teenagers trying to be sexy. Teenagers that dress and Act like they are in their 20's but don't realize that when you're actually in your 20'... Well you'll probably look 40 from all of the fake tanning and acne scars from not washing your hooker makeup off at night before bed.
-that's mostly it.. but I'll make sure to rant more when something else bothers me.
Kthxbye.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Baby par-tay/ part-yay!
So, I have been working pretty freaking hard on these birthday party invitations for Evelyn's first birthday. I hope that everyone really looks at them when you get it in the mail next week. I want you to look at it for a solid, silent, 30 seconds. Notice the detail. Notice the sweat, blood, and tears. Actually you won't be receiving the tear stained invitations Bc those are on their way in to the trash after I spend endless hours stamping individual letters to create the details of the party, only to realize I put the wrong date on ALL of them. I have never been so "emo" to say this but that was a total "Fml" moment. F. F. F. FooooooOork ugh.
Dear Evelyn, my tiny big baby,
I think you will love this party. I am sorry it's not a Dora The Explorer party. I know how obsessed you are with that little Mexican girl, but I think this theme I chose will be sweeter and more memorable in the future. I hope that some day you're looking back at your photo album from this party that is happening in a month and think "wow, my mom is a psychopath. She went all out just for little ol' me. I should be very nice and make my bed now and stop playing my futuristic alien hip hop so loud."
I love love love love Evelyn Harper Smith.
Thanks
Dear Evelyn, my tiny big baby,
I think you will love this party. I am sorry it's not a Dora The Explorer party. I know how obsessed you are with that little Mexican girl, but I think this theme I chose will be sweeter and more memorable in the future. I hope that some day you're looking back at your photo album from this party that is happening in a month and think "wow, my mom is a psychopath. She went all out just for little ol' me. I should be very nice and make my bed now and stop playing my futuristic alien hip hop so loud."
I love love love love Evelyn Harper Smith.
Thanks
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
wife powers
I don't even think it's appropriate to make an excuse for not blogging in months.
so I'll just ignore it and cut right to the chase.
Justin and I just had our one year anniversary. We didn't do anything very romantic. We gave little baby girl up for my mom to watch for two nights and pretended like we were young and crazy again and went out on the town.
I was crying by the end of night two because I am not young and crazy at all anymore. I am a light weight and extremely tired by 9:30 pm. I pushed myself to stay out to midnight both nights anyway and I regretted it in the morning.
On Sunday I woke up and vowed not to have a sip of alcohol until the next weekend because even though it was our anniversary and my baby was in good (great) hands, I still felt like a bad mom for forcing the indulgence upon myself.
Well, it's Wednesday evening. I went out to the store after dinner to get some ice cream and came back with a bottle of wine instead.
No, I'm not going to drink the whole bottle. Just one glass! I have no idea how people drink a whole bottle by themselves... on purpose... on a week night...
Called me old fashioned, but I call that "a problem."
Speaking of old fashioned I would love to drop some House wife knowledge on your faces.
How To Make The Working Husband Happy: 2011 style.
1. Try to get up as often as possible to take care of baby through out the night...
..but if you're really just feeling spiteful, cozy, and tired, and need to pretend that you don't hear a baby making noise on the monitor, try not to make him wake up at 5:45 more than once or twice a week...
...and if he does get up with baby, try to not to act like it's that big of a deal because then he Will think it is a big deal and will do it less often.
*Try the "Well it's your choice whether you want to spend time with your own daughter or not" approach.
2. Try to look as productive as possible by the time he gets home from work.
a. wait at least 20 minutes to put your pajamas (back) on after he is home.
b. throwing ALL toys into a large basket will make living spaces look 98% neater quickly.
3. the least you can do is try to have nice clean glowing skin for your husband so try to catch up on those Zzzzz's instead of actually being productive when baby is asleep.
4. tell him how cool he looks with his new tattoos.
5. don't make him feel guilty for eating too much and watching girly shows.
6. Try not to mention all of the things you want until after he is fed.
7. Smile and nod and clap your hands when he fist pumps and dances for you while he's brushing his teeth.
That's all for now.
more to come.
promise.
so I'll just ignore it and cut right to the chase.
Justin and I just had our one year anniversary. We didn't do anything very romantic. We gave little baby girl up for my mom to watch for two nights and pretended like we were young and crazy again and went out on the town.
I was crying by the end of night two because I am not young and crazy at all anymore. I am a light weight and extremely tired by 9:30 pm. I pushed myself to stay out to midnight both nights anyway and I regretted it in the morning.
On Sunday I woke up and vowed not to have a sip of alcohol until the next weekend because even though it was our anniversary and my baby was in good (great) hands, I still felt like a bad mom for forcing the indulgence upon myself.
Well, it's Wednesday evening. I went out to the store after dinner to get some ice cream and came back with a bottle of wine instead.
No, I'm not going to drink the whole bottle. Just one glass! I have no idea how people drink a whole bottle by themselves... on purpose... on a week night...
Called me old fashioned, but I call that "a problem."
Speaking of old fashioned I would love to drop some House wife knowledge on your faces.
How To Make The Working Husband Happy: 2011 style.
1. Try to get up as often as possible to take care of baby through out the night...
..but if you're really just feeling spiteful, cozy, and tired, and need to pretend that you don't hear a baby making noise on the monitor, try not to make him wake up at 5:45 more than once or twice a week...
...and if he does get up with baby, try to not to act like it's that big of a deal because then he Will think it is a big deal and will do it less often.
*Try the "Well it's your choice whether you want to spend time with your own daughter or not" approach.
2. Try to look as productive as possible by the time he gets home from work.
a. wait at least 20 minutes to put your pajamas (back) on after he is home.
b. throwing ALL toys into a large basket will make living spaces look 98% neater quickly.
3. the least you can do is try to have nice clean glowing skin for your husband so try to catch up on those Zzzzz's instead of actually being productive when baby is asleep.
4. tell him how cool he looks with his new tattoos.
5. don't make him feel guilty for eating too much and watching girly shows.
6. Try not to mention all of the things you want until after he is fed.
7. Smile and nod and clap your hands when he fist pumps and dances for you while he's brushing his teeth.
That's all for now.
more to come.
promise.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
pretty please
I'm laying in bed. Justin is out watching TV.
I emailed him a link to a stroller that matches my new Timi and Leslie bebe bag that he got me for Valentines Day. Fifteen seconds later I hear a loud sigh come from the living room.
I mean, it matches.
I am very lucky to have a husband that wants to spoil me when we have a little bit of money to do so.
I am so so very grateful for everything he does for our little family.
He is a hard working money maker. The money maker, as I am staying at home with Evelyn.
We had dinner with a few friends from his work the other night and I was asked "So Marissa, what did you do today?"
I responded with an honest answer of what ever it was I did yesterday (tummy time, back time, practicing Evelyn's skills, hours dedicated to feeding my little piglet, nap time, shower, language practice (which is basically me making vowel sounds and seeing what she comes up with to respond)...etc etc)
Me and four men in their late 20's; I realized the subject had been changed and conversation had moved on before I was done talking about my day with Evelyn.
Oh well.
I thought I had a pretty good day.
Anyway, I think my mom and sister are the only people that can truly appreciate my daily activities I plan out for my baby and I.
I really try to make the most out of our daylight hours because lately she has decided on a firm bedtime of no later than 7:30pm.
Justin barely gets to see her anymore during the week and when he does it's not the happy baby he see's in my pictures throughout the day.
From 5 to bedtime Evelyn means business. It's one boob, then rice cereal (with no messing around), bath time, lotion/dancing/pj time, then the other boob, then mama rocks her to sleep.
If you try to distract her from this strict schedule she is a very pissed off little girl.
So Justin stays out of our way for the most part when he gets home from work.
They are best friends on the weekend though when I want to sleep in a little later.
Again, my husband loves me. I am spoiled. Lucky ducky me,
I emailed him a link to a stroller that matches my new Timi and Leslie bebe bag that he got me for Valentines Day. Fifteen seconds later I hear a loud sigh come from the living room.
I mean, it matches.
I am very lucky to have a husband that wants to spoil me when we have a little bit of money to do so.
I am so so very grateful for everything he does for our little family.
He is a hard working money maker. The money maker, as I am staying at home with Evelyn.
We had dinner with a few friends from his work the other night and I was asked "So Marissa, what did you do today?"
I responded with an honest answer of what ever it was I did yesterday (tummy time, back time, practicing Evelyn's skills, hours dedicated to feeding my little piglet, nap time, shower, language practice (which is basically me making vowel sounds and seeing what she comes up with to respond)...etc etc)
Me and four men in their late 20's; I realized the subject had been changed and conversation had moved on before I was done talking about my day with Evelyn.
Oh well.
I thought I had a pretty good day.
Anyway, I think my mom and sister are the only people that can truly appreciate my daily activities I plan out for my baby and I.
I really try to make the most out of our daylight hours because lately she has decided on a firm bedtime of no later than 7:30pm.
Justin barely gets to see her anymore during the week and when he does it's not the happy baby he see's in my pictures throughout the day.
From 5 to bedtime Evelyn means business. It's one boob, then rice cereal (with no messing around), bath time, lotion/dancing/pj time, then the other boob, then mama rocks her to sleep.
If you try to distract her from this strict schedule she is a very pissed off little girl.
So Justin stays out of our way for the most part when he gets home from work.
They are best friends on the weekend though when I want to sleep in a little later.
Again, my husband loves me. I am spoiled. Lucky ducky me,
Monday, February 7, 2011
boo hoooo baby
Another day lost in the fussiness of the worlds cutest baby.
...Maybe about 70% of the day actually.
I don't really mind. I remember just a couple months ago feeling like I could pull my hair right out of my head every single evening. Every night was like a torturous game of passing Evelyn back and forth with Justin, trying to keep our sanity, and trying not to cry along with her.
She barely cries anymore. She is always smiling and laughing, but lately she's getting fussier.
She's drooling like a leaky faucet and chewing on everything that she can get her hands on.
All signs point to teething.
I would rather her stay gummy for a little while longer.
I'm really enjoying her 12 hour night sleep stretches. It gives me time to feel like me.
That baby finally goes down for the night and within minutes I have an ice old water or a glass of red wine in hand and a hot bath pouring.
I also started doing some little projects now that I have time to myself in the evenings.
I'm making my old shabby Jesus and Mary pictures fancy and special.
... a work in progress...
boo jah Mary is the queen of hearts.
Jesus is just Jesus still. .. I mean, always, but yeah.
...Maybe about 70% of the day actually.
I don't really mind. I remember just a couple months ago feeling like I could pull my hair right out of my head every single evening. Every night was like a torturous game of passing Evelyn back and forth with Justin, trying to keep our sanity, and trying not to cry along with her.
She barely cries anymore. She is always smiling and laughing, but lately she's getting fussier.
She's drooling like a leaky faucet and chewing on everything that she can get her hands on.
All signs point to teething.
I would rather her stay gummy for a little while longer.
I'm really enjoying her 12 hour night sleep stretches. It gives me time to feel like me.
That baby finally goes down for the night and within minutes I have an ice old water or a glass of red wine in hand and a hot bath pouring.
I also started doing some little projects now that I have time to myself in the evenings.
I'm making my old shabby Jesus and Mary pictures fancy and special.
... a work in progress...
boo jah Mary is the queen of hearts.
Jesus is just Jesus still. .. I mean, always, but yeah.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
gleeball
Football is over until fall!
This makes me extremely happy. I don't care who plays, who wins, or what color their uniforms are.
All I ever cared about is what a heartless cave man Michael Vick is, which female celebrity is dating a player, and when will it EVER be over?
Justin said that I should be happy about the Super Bowl and that if I ever wanted to have friends over to watch Glee he would wear a Glee t-shirt and cook food for us because he loves me.
Who wants to come over next week because football season is over and Glee season has begun!!
Hors d'oeuvres and wine for everyone!!
Break out the nail polish and toe seperator things because my husband is giving everyone pedicures!
This makes me extremely happy. I don't care who plays, who wins, or what color their uniforms are.
All I ever cared about is what a heartless cave man Michael Vick is, which female celebrity is dating a player, and when will it EVER be over?
Justin said that I should be happy about the Super Bowl and that if I ever wanted to have friends over to watch Glee he would wear a Glee t-shirt and cook food for us because he loves me.
Who wants to come over next week because football season is over and Glee season has begun!!
Hors d'oeuvres and wine for everyone!!
Break out the nail polish and toe seperator things because my husband is giving everyone pedicures!
Friday, February 4, 2011
barter a beej
I am laying in bed feeling really sick and just realized I was totally looking through all of Justin's facebook pictures.
I was stalking him.
That's nice to know that after all of this time of having him to myself I still crush on him like the Justin-obsessed 20 year old I once was.
We got to go on a date tonight. It was nice, but I have been feeling pretty nauseous and headachey all day long.
It's nice to know that I can rule out pregnancy.
I know this because I am extremely paranoid and my stomach was sticking out a little bit the other day and I went to the store for a test after hours of freaking myself out.
I didn't feel pregnant.. I just thought I maybe looked a little pregnant.
....just a little.
It was apparently just the pizza or candy in my belly pretending to be a fetus.
Other than feeling ill, date night was extremely successful.
We ate delicious food, had open communication, and bartered with each other.
I had fried broccoli tonight. I know it's not the smartest thing to eat on an already sour stomach, but in case you were wondering, it was amazing. It's like the oil gets stuck up in between all of those little broccoli tree branches. So crispy, yet greasy.
Justin communicated with me the issues we currently face in our marriage: the laundry turn over is not high enough and I need to start listening to my mother and stop washing towels with clothes.
So, all in all, our marriage is in good standing.
I didn't realize until I got home that I forgot to put mascara on. ugh.
I was stalking him.
That's nice to know that after all of this time of having him to myself I still crush on him like the Justin-obsessed 20 year old I once was.
We got to go on a date tonight. It was nice, but I have been feeling pretty nauseous and headachey all day long.
It's nice to know that I can rule out pregnancy.
I know this because I am extremely paranoid and my stomach was sticking out a little bit the other day and I went to the store for a test after hours of freaking myself out.
I didn't feel pregnant.. I just thought I maybe looked a little pregnant.
....just a little.
It was apparently just the pizza or candy in my belly pretending to be a fetus.
Other than feeling ill, date night was extremely successful.
We ate delicious food, had open communication, and bartered with each other.
I had fried broccoli tonight. I know it's not the smartest thing to eat on an already sour stomach, but in case you were wondering, it was amazing. It's like the oil gets stuck up in between all of those little broccoli tree branches. So crispy, yet greasy.
Justin communicated with me the issues we currently face in our marriage: the laundry turn over is not high enough and I need to start listening to my mother and stop washing towels with clothes.
So, all in all, our marriage is in good standing.
I didn't realize until I got home that I forgot to put mascara on. ugh.
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