Pug Vs. Thomas The Tank Engine

Turns out Mr. Cash Pugface isn't a fan of Thomas the Tank Engine.

A Time To Celebrate!

I can't believe it's been 5 whole years since I became a mamma! In so many ways it all still feels brand new. Yesterday we celebrated Mr. Golden Curls' 5th birthday in Buzz Lightyear style and it was so much fun. Apparently he enjoyed it as well since in the middle of opening gifts he paused to loudly declare "This is the best birthday I've ever had!" I love anything that makes my boys happy and brings family and friends together in my home. There were friends and family and even some of our wonderful new neighbors. I hated to see everyone go!

Our first time with a birthday classic, the pinata! We went for the pull string kind. I'm guessing The Bohemian was thankful for that since he's the one who ended up holding it for lack of a good hanging spot.



Mr. Golden Curls asked for "a big kid bike with brakes" so that is what we got him. I imagine it'll take some time before he's comfortable enough to take the training wheels off, but he seemed very proud of his new ride.

The boys with two of their cousins. We are still surrounded by construction equipment!

Lil' Spitfire wanted dressed out in brother's pads and helmet. Oh yes, and a baboon Velcroed to his back all day! Oh, but tell him it was a monkey on his back and his response: "It's not a monkey, it's my jet pack!" He has always loved dressing up and it can lead to some pretty strange outfits and accessories!

Mr. Golden Curls also asked for a pair of cowboy boots like Grandpa's and of course Grandpa was happy to oblige!

We love you baby boy!

All Coming Together

Things are slowly coming together. The paper order that was MIA and then arrived only in part is hopefully being fixed and then some. Hard to make paper crafts without paper! I am getting some paper bead bracelets whipped up, perfect Earth Day craft! And keeping busy with some other little crafty things. Today I'll be getting ready for the family invasion happening this weekend, I'm so excited to see everyone! Saturday Mr. Golden Curls has a party in celebration of his 5th birthday! So I'm doing the cleaning. Not just the normal, keeping the house from total chaos cleaning but the oh my goodness family, friends, and new neighbors we barely know will be in our house kind of cleaning. Huge difference!

Superhero Fashions For Spring

Most little boys pretend to be Superman or Batman, you know, a big cheese of the superhero community. But not Lil' Spitfire, he likes to pretend he's Charging Buffalo. Who the heck is Charging Buffalo you ask? Well, The Bohemian likes to play a little game called City of Heroes and his biggest toon is Charging Buffalo. Lil' Spitfire dons his cape and "stone boots" and even makes perfect Charging Buffalo jumping noises, it's adorable and of course Pappa loves it! This morning we got to see the latest spring fashion that I'm sure will soon set fire to the superhero runway, Diego shorts jammies and Thomas the tank engine snow boots. All the rage for the next season of fighting for justice!

Parenting Phase Two

My boy in not the one jumping on the stage, yippee!!!! He is the cutie in the green sweater vest.

Last night Mr. Golden Curls had his first choir concert ever. We were sure we were going to get a performance worthy of Americas Funniest Home Videos but he did such a good job! My husband and I sat in the audience, cameras stuck to our faces and beaming with pride. Afterward he was beaming too, but that might have been the mention of an ice cream cone on the way home! Good job baby boy!

Going to this concert made me feel like we are starting an exciting new phase of parenting. One that sends my boy a little more out into the world and out of the home, that includes concerts and sports and, in the fall, school. And a phase that makes me feel just a little bit old. Can I be old enough already to have a school aged child?! Turning 30 didn't make me bat an eye but something about having my boy be old enough for school makes me realize I'm *gasp* an adult.

Our Sunday Best

I am a firm believer in the Easter hat and having boys gave me no reason to change my beliefs. Easter is one of the only times of the year my boys get to be my baby dolls and I just love it. Grammy took us shopping at The Childrens Place and, I'm not biased in the slightest, but my boys look like they walked off the catalogue pages. As a matter of fact I fully expect to be contacted by the company and given a large bag of cash just for posting their adorable pictures on my blog! :) I think it's a little strange that Easter clothes can make me so giddy but good grief this is cute!


I'm just going to have to suck it up, we are in that bizarre picture taking phase where I just can't get a good one, especially when the boys are together. Mr. Golden Curls chronically goofs off and Lil' Spitfire tries so hard to give a good smile, a little too hard!

There's my handsome boy!

I love the hand in the pocket, Lil's Spitfire knows how to work those Easter duds.

This picture reminds me so much of my brother though I'm not sure why. Maybe it's the super blond hair. Or the casual, devil may care wave. I'm banking on the wave!

The reward for trying to take a good picture was getting to run willy nilly through the gym.

At home we hunted Easter eggs. It rained like crazy most of the day so we were inside. And yes, those are plastic eggs. I like to deprive my children of as many authentic holiday experiences as possible until I just can't aviod them any longer.

Commencing sugar induced stupor

Put Down The Chocolate Bunny

Lest we in our caramel-filled chocolate egg, sugar-induced stupor forget, something really cool happened today! Now, where did I put that Peep?!

Living The Suburban American Dream

Mr. Golden Curls vs. The Bulldozer: turns out there is something that makes a more persistently loud noise!

Pretty soon we'll be enjoying our yard in relative peace and quiet. Until then when we go out in the yard we'll be greeted by any number of surprises, guys cutting large materials in our yard, getting water from our hose, loud bulldozers moving dirt within feet of the boys' sandbox...all in the name of urban sprawl. But once it's done it will be good, it'll mean new neighbors (hopefully with young kids). And we heard rumor that they've decided to build a playground in the neighborhood, how super cool is that?! The boys love it all of course. The tractors, the people, all the new machinery. Lil Spitfire often stands in the middle of the yard hollering to the construction crew in his tiny voice "Hey! Hi! Hello!" then turns to me when no one hears him "Mamma, it's not working!"

Get Thee Hence June Cleaver

I was not initially thrilled when I found out we would be moving to Suburbia. But when I thought about this being a brand new neighborhood where everyone would be new and we might be able to help set a tone of friendly community I was pretty excited. I decided I wanted to be the neighborhood welcome wagon and since we were the first to move in that was a pretty doable plan. Now it's been six months and there are about 11 occupied houses, amazing how fast that happens! I'm ready to start making the rounds. In preparation I channeled June Cleaver this weekend, made Oreo cookie balls (amidst many SNL jokes. If you don't know what I'm referring to climb out from under your rock and click here.), bagged them (so hard to refrain from jokes!), made house shaped tags with a little "hello, we're the psycho circus that lives in the house on the top of the hill" note on it and we're ready to stroll the loop! It took me so tremendously long to make these silly cookie balls that I'm done being June Cleaver. Though I think I should don some heals and an apron when we make the rounds, just for effect.

Mamma...Surprise!

My little imps have recently started calling me into the room to show off their silly faces or costumes or to jump out from behind the couch yelling "surprise!" The funny thing is that they'll lie in wait for a really long time. Lil' Spitfire has actually stayed still and quiet in his bed for the 30min before his brother comes to bed just to pull back the covers and yell "Surprise!". That's some serious commitment. There are lots of fun little surprises that make my day fun and that only my little monkeys can supply. I'm so thankful this is my job!

While cleaning their room I found a Snoopy band aide stuck to the back of the door. Kind of gross, kind of cute.

Darth Vader often makes appearances randomly throughout the house.

Is there a doctor in the house? Why yes, we have one of those too!

Lil' Spitfire loves the dress up box!

Mr. Golden Curls is getting so incredibly creative with building blocks. I'm so impressed that he's started building things that look like real stuff. My favorite so far is his bristle block Wall-E that looks just like him. A close second is his bulldozer. We didn't even show him how to do it first, it's all him!

Hair Today Gone Tomorrow

One of the things I said I'd never blog about is getting a hair cut, I mean really, who gives a rip? But I'm free!

Shaking Off The Dust Of Winter

I'm so glad winter seems to finally be on its way out the door. Even though we moved further south and didn't even get one single little bit of snow, unlike our storm riddled neighbors in the northern part of the state, It's still been dreary. It always makes me happy to see a smidge of green on the trees, flowers popping out of the ground and trees in full bloom. I decided our neutral little house needed some pep so I dragged the boys to Hobby Lobby for some fantastic pots and pretty garden angel and then to Lowes where they helped me pick the brightest Gerber Daisies in the green house.

We moved the boys pea gravel filled sandbox outside and we're all in heaven. They get to dig, I get to sit and drink coffee and read, it's the best way to improve my mood!




Lil' Spitfire found this beautiful, injured moth by the patio and consoled him in his soft little voice "It'll be ok little guy."

We're lucky to be in a newly built house that actually has trees, a rarity around here. The boys think it's a big adventure to walk through them. I think it's great because I send them on "treasure hunts" where they bring me the trash that blows over from the construction next door!

Both boys think it's big fun to eat outside.