How exciting is this, We have been nominated for our very first Liebster award by Jessica @ The Wondering Brain
! Thanks Jessica! We are very thrilled about this because it means that someone is reading and likes what we have to say! We promise not to let it go to our heads since we have only been blogging for about two weeks....OK....maybe a little. We promise to keep the posts coming and hope you all continue to enjoy, laugh , and cry (sometimes out of pity) with us.
If you’re like me, then maybe you haven’t heard of this award before. Basically, from what I have learned, it’s an award given to bloggers with less than 200 followers by other bloggers who enjoy your blog (say that 10 times fast..lol). Once you’ve been given the award, you thank the nominating blogger on your blog, post 11 random facts about yourself, answer 11 questions from your nominator and award 11 Liebster awards to your favorite blogs and ask them 11 questions.
So again thank you to Jessica over at The Wondering Brain
for the award. I think her blog is awesome and you should head over and check her out!
Now on to the fun Part...11 Random Facts about us:
- We got engaged at and went on our honeymoon at the same place...Disney.
- Brandon teaches CPR and first aid.
- Brandon also blogs about soccer.
- Krista has a culinary degree and makes cakes for fun.
- Krista also has a degree in accounting.
- We stood in line overnight at the Disney Store just to buy princess dolls (worst and greatest accomplishment....lol).
- Krista played the clarinet in the band.
- Our son is named after a player on the Red Sox...Jacoby Ellsbury (Brandon is a huge Red Sox fan).
Answers to questions from The Wondering Brain
- When we named Michaela we hoped that she wouldn't be called Micky, yet Micky is what we have called her since she was born.
- Jacoby was born on Father's Day
- Brandon is an artist (on the side) and he sold his first painting at the age of 17....kid you not!!!
What does your blog name mean? In life sometimes you focus so much on all the things that are stressing you out, that sometimes you miss life. In the mornings when we are getting ready, one of our duties is to make lunch for the kids to take that day...everyday we put in a fruit punch. It's personal reminder for us (Brandon and myself) to roll with the (fruit) punches and just focus on raising our children the best we can...the rest will take care of itself.
What's your favorite day of the week? Any day that I get to spend at home with my family
Where do you find inspiration for your blog? I would say that most of our inspiration for our blog comes from our two kids, they can always keep life interesting.
What's your biggest accomplishment? Not to be too cheesy but our greatest accomplishments has been being parents to our 2 kids. We always knew that we wanted to be parents so that is what we did. I know that we are not perfect parents and I'm sure we have made many mistakes but when its comes down to it we are very proud of the job we have done in shaping our little ones into who they are today.
What song represents you? Can you feel the love tonight...yes the song from the Lion King
What's your favorite dish? Krista: Buffalo Chicken Pasta Brandon: Shepherd's Pie
What were you in high school - jock, geek, or reject? Krista: Band Geek Brandon: Jock
................Does that make our kids Gocks or Jeeks?
Bath or Shower? Shower
How do you relax? What is this relax that you speak of...???Wine
or Beer? Krista: Wine Brandon: Beer
If you had an opportunity to succeed, what would it be? Krista: I would own a cute little bakery that would turn into a family business for generations. Brandon: I would work for ESPN as a sports journalist. I love sports and really enjoy writing about things that I have an interest in.
Our Blog Nominations
I have no idea how to figure out if a blog has fewer than 200 followers. So I have listed some blogs that I think are cute, and if they do have more than 200 followers, oh well they can still participate. Sound good?11 Questions for Nominees:
- If you could have a super power for a day, what would it be?
- What is your guilty pleasure song?
- What would your plan of action be if there was a zombie apocalypse?
- What is your favorite cartoon character?
- What does your blog name mean?
- What inspired you to start a blog?
- What is your favorite vacation spot?
- What was the last good book you read?
- Mention one of your obsessive compulsive habits(like not stepping on cracks, or always taking the stairs two at a time, or never sitting with your back to the room or door.)
- If you were give a million dollars to donate to a charity... which one would you choose and why?
- Who was your childhood idol / hero?
This picture cracks me up... Oh the possibilities for captioning it.
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This weekend my MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) group hosted an Easter egg hunt for the local children. We had a cake walk, popcorn, and of course the Easter Bunny! The event had a fairly nice turnout considering the cold weather; we had around 50 kids show up for the festivities.
Now, let me paint a picture for you… wide open field with 2000+ eggs scattered all about, amongst these are 2 golden prize eggs. In preparation for the hunt I say to Michaela “there are 2 golden eggs out there and if you find one of those you will win a prize, but there are only 2 of them so you can’t be upset if you don’t find the lucky golden egg”. Now I understand that saying this to a 4 year old is really only wasting my breath because we all know that she is going to be upset if she isn’t the winner, that is just how kids this age are.
The kids were divided into three groups 0-2 year olds, 3-4 year olds and 5 and up, and everyone is lined up in their age divisions. I am with Jacoby in the 0-2 group and Brandon has Michaela in the 3-4 age group. Jacoby and I get to start first, and he does a great job picking up the eggs he finds and putting them in his bucket. As Jacoby and I are finishing up Michaela’s age group starts. I look up to watch her, and this is what I see, Michaela takes off running making a beeline for the back of the field skipping all the eggs. I look at Brandon and say “what is she doing?” we are both yelling to her “pick up the eggs!”, “Michaela what are you doing? Get the eggs”! Well she knew what she was doing and I can sum it up in 4 words… EYE ON THE PRIZE. Brandon and I make it to the back of the field just as she is placing the golden prize egg in her bucket, she looks up at us and nonchalantly says “I found the golden one”, then proceeds to pick up some of the other eggs scattered around her.
While I can totally relate to a girls love for all things gold, I am now slightly worried about my checkbook as Michaela continues to get older. I mean if she is able to spot one golden egg in a field of thousands of eggs, I shudder to think the damage she will be able to do in a mall.
Got a taste of the life of a single parent over the weekend. Have to say for me it's bitter as hell with a sour after taste. I now have a whole new level of respect for those of you out there raising a child on your own. More power to you!!! On Saturday, my daughter, Michaela, had her first soccer practice of the season (second go at the sport for her). Only one problem.....it's at the same time Krista has a previous engagement... dum dum dum. Now, I've been a parent for 4 years, a parent of two kids for 2 years now...so I've got this (I can hear you laughing). I told myself, "How hard could it be? Surely I can successfully control a 2 and 4 year old for one hour, right?"
Have you ever seen a Rocky movie? You know the story line. He trains for days to fight, thinks he's ready for the fight, gets his ass handed to him in the fight, wins the fight, and leaves you sitting their thinking, "How in the SAM-HELL did he win the fight?" That was me on Saturday.
I spent the morning preparing for the bout. First Micky...bath..check, soccer outfit...check, shin-guards...check, soccer boots...check, soccer ball...check, filled water bottle...check, Father tested and approved hair (simply one ponytail badly pulled back and drifting to one side)...check. Now Coby... bath...check, diaper...check, clothed,,,check, diaper bag with extra diapers, wipes, juice filled sippy cup, snacks, and toys (aka Toddler Apocalyptic Meltdown Survival Bag). I also grabbed a blanket for us to sit on, cause in my mind I was going to get my 2 year old to sit there and not move for an hour while we cheer on Mia Hamm, I mean Micky(cause we all believe our child is the next insert famous icon in insert current activity ). I figured I had it in the bag (literally) and was prepared for this match.
Time to get the kids loaded in the car, diaper bag in one hand…2 year old in one arm…blanket under one arm…Micky's soccer bag over one shoulder,…and Micky's hand in the free hand that I'm using to open the door. It's truly amazing the abilities you develop as a parent. It’s like having the gadgets of batman, with the strength of superman, with a parental form of spidey senses. Kids are finally loaded (strike that), juggled into the car. I took some damage this round. Dropped the diaper bag...Coby is not cooperating with getting strapped into his seat...Micky's crying wanting to hold her soccer ball to hold all the way there. This comes after I already loaded it into the back of the car, gotten in the driver seat, and fasten my seat belt. I told Micky she was going to have to wait till we got there.
After retrieving Micky's ball from the back before we left (I caved...don't judge me!). We finally locate the practice fields. Now it's time to put those skills to the test once again...time to unload the car. Suffer even more damage this round... Once again dropped the diaper bag, Coby is bucking to get out my grasp cause he wants to walk across the street, and Micky for some reason can not hold onto her ball to save her life. All this while trying to cross the parking lot. I could have sworn I heard "Chariots of Fire"(Doo doo doo doo dooooooo Doo Doo chahahahahah) playing during this 5 hour journey across the lot that should have taken only 5 minutes. Finally, we compete our galactic quest across the lot. I walk up to the coach and introduce Michaela and myself.
So we have been re-directed to the correct field now... I re-introduce Michaela and myself to her actual coach. Of course at this point I'm holding in my arms the equivalent of a 50 lbs bear cub that has just smelled honey...Coby wants down. I set him down and turn my attention to Michaela since she is asking to kick the ball back and forth with me before practice starts. We begin to kick the ball back and forth for a bit. I turn to check on little man to find Coby (as if making the final turn in the Kentucky derby) making a dash for the field next to us. This is as issue since THERE WAS GAME IN PROGRESS!!! I chase after him....picture a Budweiser Clydesdale trying to run down sea-biscuit in the final leg. I catch him just before he hits the field....crisis diverted....old man injury forthcoming.
Now using a cold sippy cup on knee as we are now sitting on the blanket I brought with us. Well, I'm sitting...Coby is being held against his will. I finally give up and turn to reach for the diaper bag to get him a snack thus exposing my flank for a counter. I begin to hear laughter and Micky saying, "No Coby, my soccer practice." Baby Pele has decided he wants to qualify for the Pampers Cup. He has rushed onto he field and is attempting to kick soccer balls into the goal (kid has no fear). I run out and grab him, return to the blanket, and continue to administer toddler anesthesia (applesauce and a sippy). I continue to attempt to watch Micky go through her practice, kicking the ball in the net...she's looking like a pro. Nothing can stop her now.
Micky has tripped over the ball and fallen on the ground and begins to cry. I pickup Coby and make my way on to the field to find out if she is okay. Is she crying cause she's hurt....no...cause she's embarrassed.....wrong again. "Micky, what's wrong honey?" I ask. "I got muddy", is her reply. I...got...muddy......Women's World Cup here we come. At this point Coby is crying cause he wants to get down and run around AGAIN. That's when I notice all the mud that was on his shoes....is now all over my shirt. I'm officially getting my ass whopped at this point by both kids. Coby is refusing to cooperated re-enacting his own personal rendition of Monster's Inc. Micky is not listening to the coach running around chasing her ball like a cat on a freshly mopped floor...it isn't graceful. My legs are getting weak I'm getting ready to go down for the count. and whistle blows. Coach tells the team to bring it in cause practice is over......I made it.......it's over....I'm still standing...... KRISTA....I DID IT!!!!!!!!!
A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
is a children’s book that follows the story of Alexander, a five-year-old who trips on a skateboard when he’s getting out of bed one morning , and from there things only get worse for him. This book represents exactly how I would describe my day.
I know that I am not alone in this; I know that somewhere there is someone that has had a day just a crappy as mine.
So I will start at the beginning, I haven’t been feeling well all week, and it's likely that I am coming down with that lovely little virus that everyone around me keeps passing back and forth. You know the one, the virus that starts with you feeling just a little tired and worn down. Then BAM you wake up the next morning and your whole body aches, your head is throbbing, your throat feels like you are swallowing knives, and you cannot stop sneezing.
So, fighting through the sickness I drag myself from bed and get ready for my work day everything is going fine until I wake my 4 year old to get ready for preschool and realize that we had forgotten to do her homework from the night before. While I wouldn’t classify Michaela as the WORST morning person ever, she isn’t that pleasant some mornings. Today just so happens to be one of them. So, her homework is a one page sheet where she has to trace her name once then write it once on her own. All is going well until she is writing her name on her own, then in a majorly winey meltdown voice, “I can’t make the E, it’s too hard!” So I say to her “you have made the E many times before, you can make the E.”, and as we all know this then turns into a 10 minute meltdown that finally results in her making the E and finishing her work. However, we are now running behind for her to get to school and me to get to work.
The day goes on and I receive a letter from the IRS stating that they need me to re-send a form in order for them to process my tax return that I filed in January. Seriously, I am just now getting this letter. First off the IRS delayed accepting returns till the January 30th, and the returns were delayed further to February 15th for those filing with education credits. Now, a month after all the delays I am still being delayed because of an issue with the way the tax company I used transmitted my return. So I am starting to lose hope that we will ever see our 2012 tax return money.
Just when I think I am finally in the clear and can relax I hear “Mommy, I need some help”. While this string of words doesn’t always fill me with fear and dread, this time it did, the reason being that moments before this, My kid had gotten distracted playing and realized last minute that she needed to poop. So filled with dread I walk to the bathroom to find that she had not made it to the potty in time, ruining another pair of underwear. If you have ever had to deal with this experience you know that no matter how many times you wash your hands, you cannot get that smell off your skin.
It is days like these that make parenting and marriage and working all seem like a lot of work, and don’t get me wrong they are, you just have to take to good with the bad. Some days are great and everything goes right, your kids are in pleasant moods and you play games and snuggle before bed. It’s these bad days that make those good days seem so great!
So we decided to a start blog…”Why?” you may ask. Short and simple we just wanted to. Have you ever wanted to say something but were too polite or too afraid of the repercussions? Of course you have. We all have those thoughts, all the time. What better way to get them off your chest than to post them on the internet and let a bunch of random strangers read them? (Made sense in our heads.) Seriously, we have 2 kids and a little bit of craziness in the family department from time to time. We love to laugh at our kids and they love to come up with new ways to make us do so. Sometimes they succeed….sometimes…..they are laughing at us, trying to understand why Mommy and Daddy are beating their heads against the wall. Believe me …these guys should give us plenty to entertain you with.
While I can’t guarantee that every post on this blog will be life changing and hilarious, I hope that we will be able to make you laugh as we attempt to share something that others can personally relate to…rollin’ with the punches of parenting.