miss him.

When Trask is out of town for work, all I really want to do is eat monster cookies (and not share with the kiddos). Is that terrible? How can it be terrible when it tastes this amazing and right!?

Hurry home, T. I miss you already!

Psssst. Want a totally easy-peasy recipe for monster cookies?! Let me know... if there's interest, I'll blog the secret!


victim of a hate crime. or the sick humor of a 4-year-old.

About a month back, Trask got new toothpaste. I hate it when I'm not involved in this task, because if I don't like it, it's partially my fault for choosing it. However, T and I are both terrible at choosing a toothpaste, as well as toilet paper. We can just stand in the aisle for a LONG time browsing, picking something up, putting it down, gazing off in the distance, and then I usually get distracted by something shiny down in the next aisle and I take off...

Anyway, that's beside the point. The point is, Trask went solo and got toothpaste.

I tried it the next morning, and was immediately grossed out. I told Trask that it tasted like URINE, and he was never to choose toothpaste again. Ever. (And I'm really not sure how I knew what urine tasted like - but it couldn't be mistaken).

Flash forward to that night, where I SKIP BRUSHING MY TEETH because I'm terrified. I'm literally scared to brush my teeth. So I skip it and hope for the best.

Next morning, it's time to brush my teeth. I get all nervous, but give myself a pep talk. I tell myself that maybe it tasted funny last time because I had juice or something that clashed with the taste of the toothpaste. Sooooo, I tried again. And F*$#, it tasted like PEE! Was I surprised? I guess not. But why!?!?

I then slowly look over to my son Taylor (age 4), who has been known to love cleaning and scrubbing. Our conversation goes like this:

me: Hey Taylor, did you do something to Mommy's toothbrush?

Taylor: (in a cute, sweet, guilty voice) nnnnnnnnnnnno Mommy.

me: Taylor, did you play with Mom's toothbrush? (said kinda panicky)

Taylor: (in a cuter, sweeter and even guiltier voice) yeeeeeeeees Mommy.

me: What did you do??

Taylor: I took it in the bathtub.

me: The bathtub? Were you taking a bath with it?

Taylor: Actually, it was the potty. I cleaned it.

I can't really remember what happened after that. I may have blacked out. I'm not a germ-a-phobe at all, but this was the pisser, and this was my toothbrush, that I put in my mouth.

Needless to say, I have a new toothbrush, and as it turns out, the toothpaste Trask picked out doesn't taste bad at all!


butt dimples

When do dimples on your butt go from being absolutely precious and cute to being absolutely horrifying?!

Please advise.

flannel + dentophobia + here's why

I was never scared of the dentist growing up. Ever. But now that I'm in my late-twenties, I am petrified. And it's all because of a giant flannel belly. Let me explain.

2 years ago I found a new dentist up here. He is also the dentist to my husband's family up here, so I thought it would be safe.

It turned out that I needed a LOT of work done. $1,300 to be exact. This dental work happened over the course of a few months, going in every other week. The work wasn't horrible, but it wasn't fun. And I was beginning to dread the appointments. Just imagining them touching my teeth with metal tools was giving me shivers and chills. But I went anyway, until THAT ONE DAY.

THAT ONE DAY I was getting some work done and I was laying back in the chair with my sexy sunglasses on, feeling a little vulnerable. The dentist was on my right hand side, and his assistant on my left hand side.

There came a time when my dentist needed something. A tool or something. And instead of asking his assistant to hand it to him, he leaned over, across my face, and retrieved it himself. All the while, HIS STOMACH IS ON MY FACE. And it wasn't a gentle brush or graze. I'd forgive that, maybe. This was PRESSURE. Constant pressure, against the side of my face. I wanted to scream but I couldn't with all the crap in my mouth. I wanted to ask him,"WHY?! Why aren't you using your assistant?! She's RIGHT THERE. Get your flannel stomach off of my face!! and why on earth are you in flannel?!"

My cries and protests never got the chance to leave my numb mouth. I didn't say anything. But you know what? I haven't been back since. And every month when I am suppose to write out a check for my payment on that $1,300 bill I racked up, I get so mad. So mad that all I can see is green flannel.

Do you guys have dentophobia? Share your trauma!!


wii need an intervention

After a crazy week of Hubs being away and lots of baking + decorating cupcakes (3 different days), it's time to knock it the hell off and get serious about getting healthy. You know, so I look good for sweater, blanket and hooded sweatshirt season. Duh.

We purchased a Wii Fit yesterday and I've been getting in trouble with Hubs for not sharing with Taylor as much as I should. Something about setting a good example, yadda yadda yadda. Not sure what his problem is, I'm trying to get a smaller butt and gut.

Can I just tell you how much fun Wii Fit is? Or do you all know already because we're probably the last people on earth to purchase it? Well, I've had so much fun. Not only do I like playing, but I like laughing at Trask while he does Rhythm Parade and also when he flaps his arms like a giant awkward bird.

This Wii is going to keep our family together, as long as it doesn't come to blows over whose turn is next.


running diaries

Have you missed this post series? Have you been wondering what I've been up to?

Well, I'm now able to run 10 miles without stopping.

Actually, that is FALSE. However, I have made a bit of progress. I purchased an awesome green sports bra to wrangle the beasts - so I'm one step closer. Right?

You see, running is tricky. Let me tell you why. I have to put the kids in our BOB double stroller. This thing is AWESOME, but it's a tank. Carsten is still a bit too small to be in it without the car seat, too, which makes it effin' heavy. Also, I happen to live on the 2nd story of our apartment complex, so it's a chore to somehow get my kids, the stroller and the car seat downstairs by myself without falling down the stairs. So my solution is to wait for Trask to get home - and that solution isn't working. Whether it's business trips, working late, or just us both being tired, the evening is not a good time for us to run. And I can't see me waking up both of the boys to go run in the morning, so I'm going to have to think of something. I'm sure we'll be more apt to run when it's not warm in the evenings. I've considered renting a garage solely for the purpose of parking my giant stroller in it. Silly?

While I'm not running as much as I want to (unless it's to frantically get to the bathroom or to a piece of cake), I'm still making strides to being a healthier and hotter me. Get it, strides?!

More later, peace out! I'm winded from typing.


Lemon Kissed: on the front page!

Lemon Kissed was lucky enough to be featured on the front page of Etsy today, amongst a bunch of pretty cool items! My Bella dangle earrings in sage were the lucky ladies to be featured! A HUGE thank you to Kristi of Zuzu Girl for letting me know that they were up there - you're the greatest, Kristi!

The Bella dangle earrings are pretty fun - they are made from dyed volcanic lava (pumice) and the colors and texture are just amazing!

I am having a lot of fun with Lemon Kissed, and am in the process of getting ready to start necklaces, too. Think clusters of awesome goodness - and then you'll have the same vision in your head as I do.