Mommalogues and tattoos!

Today's Mommalogue is about tattoos.

Ugh.

Yes, I have them..4 to be exact.

Watch my vlog HERE and see exactly what I think of them and what I'm hoping Audrey will do in the future. Hint: NO TATTOOS!

Do you have tattoos? Will you let your kid get one? Do we even have a choice?

Today's Mommalogue!

Hey friends..

So day's mommalogue is about working out.

Ugh.

Nobody likes to work out, right? Right??

Check out my video and find out what my top tips for getting your pre-baby body back. Now, mind you, it's been awhile since I've done any of this. This is more of a 'do as I say not as I do' kinda thing.

But when I DID do it, I was smokin' hot. Trust me.

Smokin!


Watch my #Mommalogue video on SheKnows.com HERE!!!

Yup, I'm still here...

Hey all.

Yeah, I'm still here.

Married now though, so there's that.

I have so much to share with you all. The wedding, the awesome honeymoon, coming home, getting sick, halloween, the new videos from Mommalogues and 2 reviews AND a giveaway!

I have a lot to do, I realize that. But right now, I have a sore throat.

Oh boohoo.

So, I will get on it. I promise I will.

I'll start tomorrow...after I take a nap.

That's mandoline...with an E.

Photo from SomethingBlueBook.com

Registering for your wedding is a daunting task in itself. Registering for your wedding when your groom is Rutherford, is a whole different deal...entirely.

Now, since we live in sin we already have a house full of stuff and weren't really interested in registering to begin win. But since my future mother-in-law told us we needed to, we did. Also, people want to get you gifts, there's no getting around that and as a bonus, whatever you register for that is not purchased, you get a huge discount on after your wedding date. Score!

My handsome groom and I are no strangers to registering since we do have the Boogie. I won't even go into what an experience that trip was. Just picture Rutherford with this scanner gun and interesting sense of humor and me fat and hormonal. After we went to Bass Pro Shops because he said he needed a testosterone influence.

This time was quite a bit different with the baby in tow. I will never do that again. Armed with snacks, juice, and an iPhone full of Yo Gabba Gabba we were off to Bed, Bath & Beyond.

Am I the only one who gets giddy upon walking in those doors? It's like they pipe in motivation and inspiration through the air ducts. Like Vegas only less skeezy.

Now Rutherford takes on the job of being Captain Scanner while I just point and tell him how much. This is the fun part. I want this and this and this and three of these in red.

Bliss.

We finished up by the candy and I actually had to stop him from registering for Skittles. Seriously.

"Wouldn't it be funny if someone was looking at our registry and they saw we had all kinds of candy on there?"

"Don't be funny on my registry."

By this point I was done, the baby had been done for awhile and I needed to get Rutherford out of there before he started registering for all the As Seen On TV crap.

A few days later I mentioned to him that I had gone back on our registry and added a mandoline. That's M-A-N-D-O-L-I-N-E...with an E. The E being very important and the difference between sweet folksy sound and dinner.

He looked at me like I was nuts and says, "Why in the hell would you want to register for a tiny guitar?"

I can't make this up.

This... 

Not this.

I'm not even sure what use I would have for a tiny guitar, which would explain the crazy look he gave me.

That night, over a well deserved glass of wine, Rutherford says to me, "You know, registering is like Fantasy Football. You make your picks and then sit back and hope for the best."

Yes dear.

Welcome to the Mommalougues!

So BIG ANNOUNCEMENT time!

I've been hinting around at it for awhile but it's finally time to tell you all what has been going on around here.

I have been picked to be apart of a new site by SheKnows.com called the Mommalogues! Not only and I part of the panel of moms but these obviously insane awesomely smart people have decided to make little 'ol me THE HOST!

What they've done is gotten together a group of totally awesome mom bloggers together to dish about everyday life. Everyday, I will be asking the moms a question, as well as chiming in with my own answer, having to do with our home life, beauty, kids, marriage, you name it. Then we do a vlog with our opinions, ideas, tips and tricks! I've learned so much from the other moms already!

Meet the moms!

Summer from Le Musings of Moi.

Margo from Nacho Mamas Blog.

Kat from Mama Kats Losin It.

Stacey (aka Justice Fergie) from JusticeFergie.com.

Danielle from Extraordinary Mommy.

And of course....Me!

Please, check out the Mommalouges, and the other moms. The site is still rough and the kinks are being worked out. We launch officially within the next few weeks to be on the look out for that. In the mean time, watch the videos, let us know how were doing and keep checking back every day!

Thank you so much for all your support and awesome words of encouragement. I am scared, nervous and totally excited. Wish us luck!

The dress.

As some of you may, or may not know....

Rutherford and I have been living in sin. Shacking up. Getting the milk for free.

Oh no, not anymore.

On October 14th I will be making an honest man out of him...I'm finally buying the cow and I can't wait.

That's it, you're going in time out...

The "baby" is now over a year and half. Can I still call her a baby? And since I'm asking, can I still call it baby fat? What about maternity pants? Why do Pajama Jeans still look so appealing? Where's my credit card...

Anyway, now that we are screaming (literally) toward our terrible two's it's time to set some tough limits.

Audrey didn't appreciate it.

The other day was a changing point in the parent-child-dog relationship when my beautiful sweet child crawled her little fat self onto the couch to pet her dog, instead grabbing the sleeping wiener dog by the EARS and throwing her to the floor.

Oh no she did not just do that...

For the first time in her life, I picker her up by her arms and sat this kid down in time out.

Cue hysterics.

Hers, not mine.

She cried and cried and cried and I stood there telling her NO and that she hurt the dog and that was a Bad Bad Bad thing.

Worst part is that my kid is hilarious. Like really hilarious.

In the midst of my lecture (that I'm sure was more for show for the dog than for her), she looks up at me, red teary eyes, drool from the mouth and says, "Hi Mama"...waving and all.

The fact that I wasn't able to keep a straight face probably just ruined any shot I had at discipline in the future.


Oh yeah and then there's her father...

She doesn't like to be in trouble and at the slightest hint of discord, will throw her arms around your neck giving you the warmest sweetest little hug and smile in the world. How do you say 'manipulative little bugger' in kid speak?

The last time she did this in front of us both, I just looked at Rutherford with that 'see how she is?' look I have come accustomed to showing him.

All he says is "I'm buying everything she's selling".

I am so screwed.

Yeah so cute, 2 seconds later she flipped the dog water bowl all over the kitchen floor.

What do you guys do when you're supposed to be serious and you just...can't. Is it like my brother used to tell me he would think of them he, ahem, needed to calm down..."Margret Thatcher naked in the snow...Margret Thatcher naked in the snow...dead puppies..dead puppies.."