Best Day Ever

Not to brag, but so far I am ROCKIN 30! What was I so worried about?

The last night of my 20's I was a heart palpitating mess. I woke up 30 a giddy, happy, excited woman. Brent and I dropped the girls off at daycare and had the.best.day.ever!

To start: A big, delicious, gut rumbling birthday omelet


Then my favorite thing in the world...THRIFT SHOPPING
Chai Latte (heaven!)
More consignment/thrift
HOT DATE
Drum Roll Please...What better to celebrate your THIRTIETH BIRTHDAY than to pretend your 18 again and get a new TATTOO! Big Deluxe Tattoo Shop:Ouch.

Brents new tattoo (aaawwww! *tear*)
And my new tattoo. I chose daisies for my grandma and grandpa Spencer. 3 for my hubby and 2 girls. and hand drawn, bright, with lots of squiggles and color because thats just how I roll!

While Brent and I were getting ready for dinner, the princess got tuckered out and needed to sit a spell
On our way to dinner Hadley HAD to pick mom out a birthday cake, in Hadley style. Complete with dress-ups and flashing shoes
Dinner with, count em, 35 of my awesome family and friends. I felt so loved and special...Great Mexican food and a chorus of people singing Happy Birthday to me. LOVE IT!
Back home with good friends for some more dress up and fun in a (sshh) messy messy house
And sleeping beauty falling asleep holding her favorite treat in the world, apples.
The perfect end to a perfect day. I am so lucky to be surrounded by people I love. Happy to be 30 and wear my age with a spunk!
Now off to warm weather for the weekend, with pretending I don't mind being the ONLY one not golfing, and roulette. BLACK 11 BABY!

Obsessed

I have become obsessed with a number.

30.

I was driving in my car today, and even my blinker was singing it to me. 30. 30. 30. 30. 30. 30. I drove in a straight line for 15 extra miles just so I didn't have to switch lanes and hear the torment.

A week from tomorrow I will be 30. I KNOW its young still...for everyone else but ME! I have a vision of a 30 year old as being mature, well established, smart, thrifty, secure....I am none of these. I feel like a 19 year old. I still blow my paychecks at the mall, eat too much fast food, and these little kids I babysit everyday are grubby and messy and need a responsible adult to intervene.

Why. WHY am I so obsessed with this? I know this blog post is the 10th time I have mentioned it...but like I said: It is running through my brain constantly! Am I so upset because I will be 30? No...I think it's because I am saying goodbye to my 20's. That means I move up a whole different level in Cosmopolitan Makeup Tips and Outfit Advice. That means Im halfway to 60! That means my fertility has dramatically taken a nosedive along with my breasts and smooth complexion.

Its just a number right? 30 is nothing.

Its been 30 days since I last peed my pants. Im pretty proud of that.

I would guess I have about 30 pairs of cheap shoes in my closet. 10 of which I wear. I might have a shopping problem.

Ive been home 30 minutes from the grocery store, and my milk is still on the table.

If you want an hour of me talking to you, running my hands through your hair, washing, cutting and styling it you'll have to pay me 30 dollars. (not being perverted, thats really what I charge for a haircut.)

Good bye 29. Good bye 20's.

Things Im looking forward to in my 30's:

*lying for 8 years sayin Im 29
*a new MOM car (hint hint) read: 7 passenger SUV...NOT a minivan or suburban.
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*a boob job?
*wow this is harder than I thought.
*being 30 and being married to a younger man for 6 months (hubby turns 30 in june)

Done and Done. Over it. Not to be mentioned again. Im putting on my smiley face, under eye cream, and spanx and going to Forever 21 for some Jeggings and stripper heals. And maybe I'll flirt with the workers at Zumies while Im there.

un-resoluted

I have been MIA for awhile now...
2 months?
Do you know I have an almost 4 year old, and my baby is 16 months? Wowser.
I cannot lie. I have a small addiction. Facebook. And blogging. Not writing my blog, but scanning millions of others blogs. The problem is that scanning these blogs make me feel like a lazy, messy, horrible awful mom. Are people really that perfect? With all their love for their kids, husbands and great deals. And their perfectly de-fingerprinted houses, dusted shelves, and scrubbed floors? And then add to that the ability to decorate, craft, and remake shirts that saved them 97$ from Anthropologie?

I have no pictures of all the crafts I have made. I did paint a wall in my house, but I have yet to get a picture of it, and the couch in front of said wall is still in disarray.
My children are growing and as cute as ever. Half naked, with syrup in their hair and chocolate on their faces, and usually a bum cheek hanging out of a diaper. Usually crying and begging me to get off the computer.
I am scared to turn on my ceiling fan for fear one of the chunks of dust will fall off and my baby will think it cotton candy and eat if before I can snatch it out of her hand. A bit too honest?
I guess my point is I read blogs, and feel my writing cannot compare, except to complain.

But...with the new year brings a whole new realm of Kacy. Actually, I really just hope to spend a little less time worried about the lives of my favorite photo/decorate/craft/wondermommy blogs and less time worried about the dork that lived up the street from me growing up who I haven't talked to in 14 years except to see all his pictures on facebook...And worry more about these little booger noses in my own house, and show off the things I have done, not to show off really, but maybe to boost my own sense of accomplishment.

And Im going to lose 30 pounds.
And quit chocolate. It gives me headaches.
And start saving money and quit shopping so much (online of course)
And be a more patient & attentive mom. Not the "im busy" mom.
Miracles happen, right?

I look towards the new year with a sense of relief. That the holidays are over, that I will miraculously have a cleared head, and I can work on me and my family and my house.
But I look toward the new year with a sense of dread, also. Within the first 2 months of the year, I turn 30...and my oldest turns the grown up age of 4! Eee--gads.
I think I will go shopping now. Nothing like a little retail therapy, and its not the new year YET. That and I have a gift card calling to me softly from my purse.

not enough days in a year

not enough days to hold sweet babies.
how did this happen?
that this:turned into this:


feeling like the last year has slipped right through my fingers. i have been going through all her pictures for her book, and i don't think it has been very effective for improving my emotional state. or my desire to take my birth control pill! I miss the littlest version so bad! but love love love the one year old squealer version too!

and it begins

today i started another 10 year project. a book.

child 1 had 2 or 3 of these in her first year of life. along with handmade outfits, playdates, and 4745 pictures in a box on my shelf. guilt has convinced me to finally get around to child 2's book. and i love doing it. any excuse to sit, snack, neglect the house, distract the children with food and try to be creative without putting forth too much physical activity. oh how i love to be lazy!

the book will be her first year. this is the front of the book:
and the back cover:
and now to fill it up with all the pages. with all of her 130 pictures, not in a box, but on a dusty, scratched disc, probably shoved under a bed somewhere in the house. im a little slow getting back into this, and all my scrapbook supplies are a little out of date. so i not only get to craft, but SHOP! love love love it.
here is the first inside page:

my goal is to finish it before she graduates high school. also im hoping the weight gain all this hard work (sitting, eating) brings me does not exceed what i actually gained birthing the blessed child.

bubbles

By bubbly little baby had a bubbly little birthday party! Of course, I was running around, cursing the wind, taping down tablecloths, trying to keep my beautiful and necessary decorations from blowing away...Much TOO busy to take ANY photos of all my hard work, or our favorite family and friends, or the chunky monkey birthday girl.
Mom however, my personal paparazzi,took many a picture.
AND she even BLOGGED about it...here
She loves her baby, and screeches "HIII_EEE" when she sees her:
Singing and digging in...
The SAND cake...hee hee!
We are so lucky and grateful to have such wonderful family and friends who love us and support us, and deal with our temper tantrums when the tape isn't sticking so I can't hang up that cute banner I spent two nights making for the party! We love you all!
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love these girls.


to death!

....*crickets*....

still there?

wow. wondering if anyone will even read my posts anymore.

hi mom.

one word.
summer.

ok. one more.
camping.

that should explain it, right?
im looking forward to things settling down, cool-ish weather, deep cleaning my house, getting hadley into preschool, and wrestling my baby for cuddles. and maybe somewhat of a routine.

im hoping that fall finds me feeling like i am going to bed after actually accomplishing something in my day, and not just getting further and further behind.

i am very emotional about this:one year ago tomorrow this sweet, chubby, edible baby showed up and i haven't stopped munching on her since! one year old, and saying a few "words"
*sat! (whats that)
*dadada (dad)
*dadada (haddie)
*dadada (mommy)
*ya ya! (everything else)
*maaamaa (? usually crying when says mama...so im guessing its me?)
*mo (more, while signing "more" at the slightest glimpse of anything she can get in her mouth)
*iiii-eee (hi)
*aaah-aahh! (mwah! while open mouth licking you, kissing and slobbering all over your face.)
she has taken 2 steps, but prefers crawling jungle book-style, butt in the air. if you stand still for longer than 3 seconds, she is behind you standing holding onto your pants, holding you captive. she is so smiley, and full of personality, and getting sillier every day. i love her to the moon, and back, and around again.

if you are ever curious as to what the broderick family is doing, i made this little schedule for hadley today:i can say "today is a pink day" and she will know a little bit of a plan for the day? hoping it helps a little with a 3 year old questions "do i go to school today?" and "i am not going to take a nap!!"