Birthday Girl

Well, guys (and gals), my little girl turned 5 last week.  It’s official.  I am now the mom of two legitimate kids. No little ones around here any more. I’m not quite sure what to do with myself.

As we do ’round these parts, I snuck into her bedroom in the middle of the night and decorated.  This year, I was super jazzed because I found a life-sized cardboard cut-out of Anna and Elsa (from Frozen, in case you’re as clueless as I wish I was) at the party store and grabbed it up along with some pink and purple balloons.  You guys, this thing is pretty much the coolest thing ever.  I have a feeling it will live in our basement playroom for many moons, once it is transitioned out of her room.  We can do wild things like watch Anna and Elsa with Anna and Elsa. I know, right?  Your mind is blown.


That cardboard cutout thing basically exhausted my budget for bedroom decorations, so that was pretty much all she wrote in there.  I did manage to hang a Happy Birthday sign downstairs near the front door which was also pretty exciting.  If you’re into Happy Birthday signs and all.  Which I happen to be.


And there you go.  I’ll be back tomorrow with my daughter’s very first 20 Questions.  I also realized I never shared my son’s 20 Questions from this last birthday when he bit the big 7, so I’ll try to catch up with that this week too.

Passion for Fashion

For my daughter, every day at Kindergarten is a new opportunity.  Not to learn (although I must admit that, thankfully, she’s having fun doing that) or to make new friends (although there’s plenty of that going around), but to pick out a fabulous new outfit and literally strut her stuff.  It is unbelievable how much pride this girl places in her outfit every day.  Seriously, she admires herself in the full-length mirror in my bedroom and then comes out pronouncing that she “looks beautiful”.  I can’t help but laughing out loud at her.

Cuz c’mon.

She demanded the other day that I take photos of her in her new black and white skirt and sparkly shoes.  She clearly thought that she’d nailed it in the fashion department and wanted the moment preserved for posterity.  So here you go, blogland.  Don’t say I never did anything for you.

black and white skirt

sparkly shoes

When it came to my daughter, my husband and I struggled for a long time to come up with her pressure point.  By that, I mean the thing that we could do or threaten to do that would get her attention when she was acting out.  For my son, it was easy.  We’d just tell him that we were getting disappointed in him and he’d melt like putty in our hands.  For our little girl, it was not so easy.  We tried everything – no videos, no friends, no toys, etc. – and none of it worked.  She’d thumb her nose at us.  And then, about a year ago, we figured it out – pretty clothes!  We take away her pretty clothes.  We’ve had to follow through on the threat a couple of times and force her to wear ugly pants and t-shirts rather than skirts and sparkles.  It’s been crushingly humiliating for her, and therefore extraordinarily effective for us in the parenting department.  Now we just need to threaten to take her pretty clothes away and she gets herself under control pretty quickly.  Score.  Finally.  So if you see my daughter wandering around in sweat pants and a stained shirt, you know what’s up.

Discovery: Salted Caramel Pretzel Ice Cream Bar

Yes, you heard that correctly.  Salted Caramel Pretzel Ice Cream Bar. Yes, please.

skinny cow salted caramel pretzel ice cream candy bar box


I discovered these Skinny Cow treats a few weeks ago when I was craving ice cream but not wanting to over-indulge.  At 160 calories a pop, I was pretty much sure that it was going to be disgusting but I figured I’d take it for a whirl and confirm my suspicions.  And, you guys?  My suspicions were absolutely 100% wrong.  These things are quite the tasty treat.  I’m a frequent partaker in the evenings now.  It definitely satisfies my sweet tooth without making me feel guilty.  Winner all around.


You know what is not mmmmm?  The Pad Thai I tried to make last weekend.  I followed a Pinterest recipe, and let’s just say it was a major Pinterest fail.  As we were all trying to force it down because (a) it was all I’d made for dinner; and (b) I’d slaved over it in the kitchen all evening, my son tried convincing us all that it was delicious.  I appreciate him trying to help me save face, but this dish was delicious in no one’s book.  Ugh. You win some and, well then, others you don’t.