It's TShirt Time!!!

We're in party planning mode over here again.  There is just not enough time between April and July.   There are just 3 weeks until Cat turns 3.  And I am just getting started in party mode.

We're doing a Dora party.  There are two exciting parts of a party for me, not inlcuding the presents.

The Cake, because hello Duff and Buddy Valastro have made cake decorating an art form.

And the shirts that I've started making for the kids.  On Cat's second birthday she was all about Mickey Mouse Club House.  She had a minnie mouse themed birthday party.  I decided she needed a shirt, and I couldn't find one I liked for her.  So I decided to decorate one.

Cat at her Second Birthday Party

 And I liked the way it turned out so well, we made one for Poppa for his first birthday.

Since we couldn't decide on a theme for his party. We just used his name and a number 1.  It turned out great!  So now it's what we do. This will be our third party shirt and I am so excited to make a Dora shirt.  Mostly because it's not going to be something you might see somewhere else.

I am all about individuality.

Benefits For a Single Parent

I'm a single parent.  But not your usual single parent, as the fathers of both of my children have absolutely nothing to do with the children that they've fathered.  And so most days the I focus on the benefits even when the disadvantages see to rear their head at every turn.  

But I realized this morning, while shaving the legs I'd been avoid since new years day, that I totally have a benfit I didn't consider before.  I don't have to worry about Father's day. I don't have to go try and get the kids to let me 'help' them either pick out a stinkin present or make/customize a present.  Which I totally love.  

Random bonus, because I don't have a partner (significant other, friend with benefits, etc.) and both kids are young, I get an excuse to buy myself something. Which I will be deciding on at some point this week. 

I'll leave you with some cute pictures from Thursday afternoon when the weather as just so darn agreeable. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fun Bags!

Here's a little fun assortment of things that have happened around my house that I haven't written about...

Poppa's first birthday party.Which went off without too much of a hitch. Except for the whole severe thunder storm warnings and tornado watches.  I decided to go with a primary color first birthday party.  And he has loved all of his presents, which is comforting. 

Poppa's first birthday. He wore the traditional home designed tshirt. He went to 'school'. The next day we went to Red Lobster.  And I have a mini break down because I am not mother to both a one year old and an almost three year old. Scary!!

The church Easter Egg Hunt. Both kids looked adorable and got some Easter eggs in their baskets. Cat really gets it now, Poppa just likes the sound the eggs make when he hits them on the ground, or together. 

Easter. Cat looked adorable, and then refused to take a picture with me.  Poppa looked adorable. Period.  

A Torrential amount of rain. I'm considering trading my car in for a boat. We've got like a bajillion centimeters of rain in the last ten days.  And if we didn't get another rain storm for the whole summer I'm almost certain that the crops would still be plentiful.  But I'm not a farmer, so maybe I'm wrong. I probably am. 

 

 

Residual Thinking

I am suddenly horrible at coming up with these things (aka: posts).   My brain is just full of random short thoughts. 

I'm reading that freakin Left Behind Series, which totally sticks to my brain like super glue to a finger. 

Poppa's birthday is the 27th and we're having is party on the 23rd. So I'm trying to plan this little get together (I'll have my pity party about the size of this get together later.)

I started tanning again.  No one told me that my stinkin pregnancy mask would come back. It's like one of those dirty little secrets. I was getting dressed after tanning today and I look and there's stuff on my face. And it's not stuff I put there.  It's freckles.  

Freckles that are called pregnancy mask, like you should be wearing it with pride. Oh yeah, cause everyone wants to wear a mask of pregnancy. Especially people who are female and already overweight. 

How do I know it's the residual (and will forever haunt me) pregnancy mask, you ask. Because I am a Floridian by birth. That means I was a sun baby. I spent many a summer (and warm weekend) day at the beach or in the pool, without freckles.  And suddenly they are there, maring the only part of my body that I even attempt to like. But that's okay, because eventually they'll just disappear into wrinkles when I'm old and no one will even notice the little freckles. 

Now I'm going to pretend that the reason I'm slathering on night time face cream has absolutely nothing to do with that pregnancy mask, and everything to do with trying to keep tanning from drying out my skin, yeah right.

The (Kinda) Date

So I put on my liar pants one day earlier this week.. And I said I was going to post on Friday night, about what happened on Friday night.

So in order to take off my liar pants (which I'm tired of because they keep smoking) I'm going to blog about what happened Friday night instead of my usual SOC with Fadra.

The kids and I loaded up in the Mom-mobile and headed out to our date.  I bought new outfits for both kids and myself  a new shirt.  Not to mention the snacks that I (don't) usually carry around, just in case.

I had total butterflies and nervous nelly attacks, but I gathered all my gumption and just kept on trucking until we got there.

I'm so glad I did because we had a good time. Bmom was awesome and amusing.  She made me feel absolutely at home because she did not have her house looking all spectacular when we got there.  And I can't tell you how much of a relief that is.

She cooked, we ate.  The kids watched some tv (mostly Poppa watched Mickey Mouse).  And we talked.  And we talked.  And we talked some more. And then she invited me/us back out for the Sunday School gathering they're hosting on the 29th.

I don't know if we're going yet.  But I'm definitely thinking about it.

Poppa's Formation

It’s time for you all to know a little more about how I got to be literally Momma Resa.

The shortest story goes something like a dark club, a kid free weekend, a bonus check and lots (and I do mean LOTS) of Redbull and (cheap) vodka.

The longer story includes a guy that I recognized from work, but didn’t know. A cousin who was supposed to be my consciences.  And me going home with the boy I recognized from work.

The longest story, I’m going to spare you all the details and just give you the interesting tidbits.
He was my “uncle’s” nephew (we are NOT blood related, like AT ALL.).  He was on a break from his wife. He has multiple kids by other women, few of which he sees. He is not even that good looking. I had gone almost two years without any booty (nookie, da goods, whatever.) I’d drank way too much, like WAY too much.  I should have listened to my cousin. And I don’t remember much of the night Poppa’s conception.  He said he wanted to be a part of the baby’s life. He lied. I don’t believe in needing a man’s support (because I’m stubborn and independent, but mostly stubborn.) I haven’t heard from him since I found out the sex of Poppa, which happened around Christmas 2009.

I was going to do it all story blog, make it seem was more interesting. I realized this does NOT need to be one of those kinds of posts.  So it’s just the nitty gritty.

PS- I felt the need to let you all know about this, and eventually about how Cat came around. Because when commenting and posting and just all around relating in the world I have this background that influences what I say... So anyway. 

Daycare Changes

Daycare has been a totally unique experience for us. And I think we love it. And by we I mean me. I love daycare. I love the routine of it. I love that we call it school.  I love that my kids are NOT going to be the awkward ones in kindergarten not knowing how to appropriately interact with people their own age.

Cat still cries when I leave an average of three days out of five.  Poppa has almost started to notice when I leave the room at daycare.

Sometimes I can be dense (read: slow) about noticing changes, especially in the people I see everyday (read: my kids).  But tonight something happened that really smacked me into the reality of how good for the kids daycare really is.

At Granny’s tonight (where we ate dinner, cause she cooks delicious meals, and she’s the only great grandparent my kids have. AND the only grandparent I have. It’s important to spend time with her.) Anyways. Tonight at Granny’s Cat was eating some (Valentine’s) candy out of the container.  She somehow knocked over the container and it spilled onto the floor.  And immediately she bent down and started to clean it up.  My mom and I could barely believe that she was doing such a good job, and no one even had to say something to her.

Before daycare, Cat would have just looked at the mess and walked away.  And when I would’ve gotten her to come back and “help” me pick them up. She would’ve picked up five.  But tonight, after going to daycare (for almost two whole months) she has learned, properly, to clean up after herself. And not to just walk away from messes.

And there in lies a reason why I love the fact that my kids go to daycare.

SOC Sunday #2

SOC Sunday....

Trying to focus is hard. We've got a lot going on and I need to prepare.. like MAJOR PREPARE for this new change we're going to be doing in March. Which I can't talk abut even though I want to. And Poppa just snapped his finger with a Silly Bandz. Poor poppa. Which reminds me, my mom and sister are giving me crap for calling him Poppa. Mostly because I call him Poppa in real life. But if I don't call him poppa in real life it's hard for me to blog about him as Poppa. And yes I do realize how ridiculous it sounds. I also have to mail off my break up letter this week, because I'm a procrastinator. And I'm sure that there will be some kind of awkward letter response full of bitter or hatred rage. But we'll see. I'll definitely keep yall updated. Because I know how addicting drama can be. I mean look at primetime TV. I'm trying really hard to focus here, and I'm totally failing. Poppa keeps popping his face with that damn Silly Bandz. Oh oh, exciting nerves for tomorrow. Poppa starts daycare. OOOOOH man.. I'm not sure I'm ready for this. And I'm totally considering doing an online dating site profile. But I'm too much of a chicken right now. And.. I think we're done.



Happy Sunday ya'll. I gotta get that Silly Bandz!
 
 

 

MOMumental Changes

Yesterday after work I did it. 

I enrolled Cat in a daycare.  Anyone with a two year old will agree that they need structure. And my sister just wasn't providing it. And as much as I love my sister and like to help her, I have to watch out for my kids first.  They are the most important, and depend on me more than anyone else. 

So Monday morning Cat will be going with me at the butt crack of dawn to go to daycare.  And hopefully it will be good.

The funny yet awkward thing about this is that I went to the same daycare when I was in elementary school.  They have a new building and I'm relatively sure that the teachers are different.  But it has the same owners.  The funny thing is I was in lots (and I do mean LOTS) of daycares as a child.  And this is one of the only ones that I remember. 

Anyhow, if things go well Big Poppa will be starting the week after next.  Needless to say I'm a little bit of a  nervous Momma this weekend. 

PS- Coming Soon : Breaking Up with my Dad