i think i won this little argument, don’t you?

Husband teasing me about buying not one, but TWO purses last week.

Me: “How is that remotely excessive? A purse is a necessity.”
Husband: “Yeah, I bought a wallet… 8 years ago!”
Me: rolling eyes “You cannot compare a purse to a wallet.”
Husband: “One holds money…. the other holds money.”
Me: “Okay. The next time you ask me to carry something for you, I’ll just tell you to put it in your wallet. Since its the same thing.”

Besides, he can tease me about spending some of my birthday money on purses from Target but somebody in this family came home from work today after spending his birthday money on this to add to his collection of soccer jerseys:
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Who wants to bet how many days he’s going to wear it this week? I’ll say 7.

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not enough hours in the day…

Anyone else feel this way? Besides everybody?

Lately I just can’t seem to find enough time. Granted, I’m sleeping more due to le bebe, but still. I feel like life is zooming past me at an impossible speed. My to-do list is a mile long and just keeps getting longer. And I have many well-intentioned things on my would-like-to-do list: families we’d like to have over for a meal, people I need to call, places we’d like to visit with the kids….
It seems that by the time we get done with all the urgent “must-do” things, we’re either out of time or out of energy for anything else. And there’s still yard work not getting done, clothes to be put away (oh, the clothes that need to be put away….), and that nagging to-do list.
Then I start to beat myself up. Surely I’m not doing enough. Never mind the fact that I barely have enough energy to drag myself up to bed at night, surely I am not doing enough. I must need to do more. I was talking to a friend about this just today and we were laughing about how we both feel exactly the same way. Despite the fact that we’re already over committed, we feel guilty that we’re not doing x, y or z.
But, I need to be constantly reminded that God doesn’t ask me to do more. My place right now is taking care of my family and my home. Investing my energy in raising my children. I am to be faithful in my responsibilities. Right now, that means potty training and wiping noses and cleaning bathrooms. Not a very glamorous calling, but that is where I am right now. Someday I’ll have free time and be more available to help out and volunteer more of my time. Perhaps doing something more thrilling than wiping noses. Perhaps not.
But, in the meantime, I need to stop beating myself up every time I pass that sign-up sheet by without putting my name on it. I won’t be doing anyone a service by signing up to be room mom right now, since I’ll probably do a poor job and burn myself out.
I just need to remember to be faithful with what is already on my very-full plate.

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playing hooky

Don’t tell the teacher 🙂
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dsc04379.JPG Digging for dinosaur bones

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Super embarrassing quote of the day, as we’re walking around downtown Philly:
Ellie: “Mom, this is almost like a city!”
No, Sweetie. This is a city. And apparently we need to bring you here more often.

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this and that

So, I’m pretty much over my Cheetos obsession I’ve had this pregnancy. Now its… ice cream. No – let me be specific – vanilla ice cream with hot fudge sauce and Reeses pieces sprinkled all over it.  But no whipped cream. That grosses me out for some reason. Husband, after getting tired of being sent to McDonalds for a hot fudge sundae again, suggested that it might be cheaper and more time-efficient to stock these things in our home. So last night we made a sundae-topping run and Oh. My. Goodness.
The Mexican food obsession is still in full swing. I officially cannot get enough.
And I’m totally not feeling guilty at ALL about eating ice cream every day, since even though I have a bump and can’t wear my normal pants, I have only actually gained 3-4 pounds. Besides, if you can’t eat ice cream every day when you’re pregnant, when can you?
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Despite not feeling quite so hot the past two days, I did manage to get quite a bit done. I had the Children’s Sale this weekend, which I had to work at for a few hours and got my kids some new adorable duds. While I was very tempted to buy some really, really adorable baby girl clothes, I resisted. With all of my might. I did, however, buy this. I know, I know, but it was only $1. Give me a break!!
Find of the sale? Gray wool toggle pea coat for Grace. $3.75:
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The rest of the weekend has been spent laying down and/or sleeping. While trying to avoid childcare duties.
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Today, Gracie and I woke up with pink eye, so we’re home from church to avoid contaminating everyone else. (You’re welcome, guys!) So Husband and Ellie went to a friend’s church we’ve been wanting to visit, while Grace and I are having a grand time washing our sheets and towels to avoid sharing our germs with the rest of the family.

Why do my kids always get sick on Sundays when the doctor’s office is closed?

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gourmet fridays: beef fajitas

My Mexican food obsession continues….

Beef Fajitas
For the marinade:
4 garlic cloves, minced
1/4 cup fresh lemon juice
1 1/2 teaspoons ground cumin
1 teaspoon chili powder
2 tablespoons olive oil

2 pounds skirt steak
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
3 assorted colored bell peppers, sliced thin
1 large red onion, sliced thin
2 garlic cloves, minced
flour tortillas (I love Trader Joe’s handmade flour tortillas!)
guacamole and tomato salsa as accompaniments

Make the marinade: In a large bowl whisk together the garlic, the lime juice, the cumin, the chili and the oil. Add the steak to the marinade, turning it to coat it well, and let it marinate, covered and chilled, for at least 1 hour or overnight. Grill the steak, drained, on a well-oiled rack set about 5 inches over glowing coals for 3 to 4 minutes on each side, or until it is just springy to the touch, for medium-rare meat.
Transfer the steak to a cutting board and let it stand for 10 minutes. While the steak is standing, in a large skillet heat the oil over moderately high heat until it is hot but not smoking, add the bell peppers, the onion, and the garlic, and sauté the mixture, stirring, for 5 minutes, or until the bell peppers are softened. Slice the steak thin across the grain on the diagonal and arrange the slices on a platter with the bell pepper mixture. Drizzle any steak juices over the steak and the pepper mixture and serve the steak and the pepper mixture with the tortillas, the guacamole, and the salsa.

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big decisions being made over here

Thanks for all the input on purses. With very important decisions like this, you really need all the advise you can get. I only have so much birthday money from Grandma. Need to make the most of it.
I decided on this one (I posted it in brown, then decided to get the red one. Because it would look nice with both my black and brown coats.) Bargain priced for $24 at Target.
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Since I saved so much money, I decided to get this one too. I’ve never had an orange bag before. I’m in to orange lately. Who knows why. $15. Can’t beat that!
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I’m all about the colorful purses this year, apparently. I need to enjoy that cute tiny bag before I have to start lugging a 20-pound diaper bag everywhere again.

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last but not least

So I’m at this delightful point in pregnancy when your regular clothes are too small and your maternity clothes are too big.

And I have one (one!) pair of jeans that fit at this point. (non-maternity) Here’s the dilemma. You know how jeans kinda shrink when you wash them? Well, I’m afraid to wash these jeans. Because then they might not fit me anymore. Then I will have zero (zero!) jeans that fit me.

You see the dilemma. To wash (and possible shrink) or not to wash (how much longer can I get away with not washing?).

Its been two weeks. I realize that me and my klutzy self are on borrowed time here. Yesterday Grace was sitting in my lap in the Starbucks that DCRmom and I were chatting away in and she (Grace, not DCRmom) grabbed my coffee to take a sip and spilled it all over herself. And (after realizing she was not burned), I thought, “Phew! She got it all and it missed my jeans!” How horrible is that?!?!

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welcome to pityville: population me

Lately it has become glaringly obvious that all aspects of my life are totally, utterly out of my control. Yes, yes, I know that God is really the one in control. And while I do trust God, it is still such a hard lesson to just have to sit aside and wait. I want this situation taken care of for good. So I can stop worrying about it. (Yes, yes, I know I’m not supposed to worry either, blah blah blah.) I know God will take care of us and provide all that we need. We’re just praying and waiting, praying and waiting…
But I am finding this particular lesson of trusting God hard and humbling. I know its an important lesson, a good test of my faith and such. But being humbled is not fun.

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