little lovelies handmade

Well. It seems that I started something when I dissed on Mr. Darcy. I hope you Darcy fans can still be friends with me. I took English lit in college so I get why Darcy is the way he is, but I still don't care for the character. I plan on watching the last installment of the movie tonight with Aaron (against his will, but he loves me that much) and usually by the end I like him a little better. Not much, but a little.

I did also notice that my stats jumped a ton at the mention of both "Colin Firth" and "Mr. Darcy" and google searches brought more than one fan my way, though I think I pissed a good many of them off with my opinion of their man. Sorry guys, I guess I just like my men cordial and polite a-la Mr. Bingley.

Moving on. Maybe this will make you all like me again. If you like candy and color as much as I do, check out the Modwalls custom tile maker and prepare to lose an hour or so of your life playing around. We are finally getting around to finishing our kitchen. Scratch that. We are finally getting around to hiring someone to finish our kitchen (and every other unfinished room in our house) and made a custom blend of mosaic tiles to adorn our backsplash.

I am pretty darn excited about this for two reasons. One is that my kitchen will actually be done in a month or so and two, my husband didn't bat an eye at my color choices. I shouldn't have doubted him, he did let me paint our master bedroom purple. And he is letting me pick paint colors again this time around. That is
one trustworthy guy.

I love it.

By the way, Lauren was the genius who pointed me towards this latest home improvement crack.

Mr Darcy

   

I know the die hard Austen fans think he is the most wonderful and most romantic of all the Austen men, but frankly I don't get it. I have seen both movies and read the book several times and have always come away slightly annoyed at him for being such a punk all the time (cuz, you know, he is totally a real person). Not my ideal of  man, that is for sure. Die hard Darcy fans, please enlighten me!

I watched the second half of P and P on tivo last night and was further reminded that I don't get it and h  e even was beginning the extraction of the stick up his butt attitude he carries in the first half of the movie. Not a real likable character. Is it more that Colin Firth plays Darcy and therein lies the attraction or do women really think he is that great? I can get it if it is a Colin Firth thing. But if there is something truly romantic and wonderful about a guy who loves you in spite of his better judgement and your lowly family connections, I gotta say I just don't feel it.

My friend Faith loves Mr. Darcy. She has a Darcy streak herself, so I just think she's seeing the similarity and loves him for it. Right, Faith? I think that picture of Colin Firth is hilarious. I know, I just spoke Mr. Darcy blasphemy, but there you go.

Missing Blogger Has Been Found

She was sitting on her couch in her jammies being extremely grouchy towards all her loved ones, occasionally bursting into tears for no real reason, and basically freaking everyone out around her. Whatever. I'm pregnant so I get a free crazy pass. Though Aaron has had just about enough, seeing as most of my tears and ridiculous outbursts are hollered in his general direction.

Anyway, so there's my excuse for not being a very good blogger or friend. I'm pregnant and lazy and grouchy and not really returning calls or emails unless it's to complain. I have become a real pain in the ass. Poor Aaron keeps sitting me down and saying things like "Are you going to be ok?" "How are you going to take care of three kids without going crazy? The two we have are driving you nuts..." and looking at me very concerned. I keep trying to remind him that this is temporary hormone induced insanity, but I think he truly thinks I finally lost it and he's doomed to ridiculous outbursts till we die.

Sunday I threw my sister in law, Kate, a baby shower which may have heightened the crazy, though I told Aaron (after he told me no more throwing parties until our kids are like, five. I reminded him Monkey turns five on his next birthday...) it would still be there in full force, party or not. Kate loved it and that is all that really matters, right?

It's Party Time!

Well, not really. Lauren isn't having her cupcake party until Sunday, but we are ready for it 'round here! I made Chocolate Chai Cupcakes with Chocolate Sour Cream Frosting and oh. my. goodness. YUM! Perfectly chocolaty and spicy-sweet. I made mini cupcakes and regular sized cupcakes and I have to say that this recipe is perfectly suited to mini cupcakes. A big one is almost too much of a good thing. But only almost. 

I am more excited about this little cupcake shin dig than any 11 week pregnant woman who was already chunky before the pregnancy even started has any right to be. Speaking of chunk I had my first "are you sure you are not having twins?" comment of this pregnancy. I have learned after the other two that this is just my curse. I got it with Monkey, I got it with Peanut and I am gonna get it with this one too.  I was hoping that it wouldn't begin until at least 12 weeks, but there you have it.

Nope, I am not having twins, but thanks so much for pointing out that maybe I eat too many cupcakes.

More Pregnancy Weirdness

Unfortunately Obama has not come back to me in my dreams, but I went on a cruise with one of the guys from Mythbusters and acted like a fool in front of Tom Brady. Guess this will be the pregnancy of the weird celebrity dreams.

I had the Mythbusters dream a few days ago and kept forgetting to tell about it so now the funniest bits are forgotten. Basically I ended up on a romantic cruise with Adam from the Mythbusters (I blame Aaron for this because it's his favorite show and we watch it all the time). I have a knack for being able to change my dreams sometimes and when I realized that my husband might not appreciate my being on a cruise with the Mythbusters guy I booted him from my dream and got my husband to come along. There was plenty of other weirdness, but being a few days out I can't remember.

Sunday night I had a dream that I was shopping with mom (who wasn't actually my mom, but Lauren Graham) and we ran into a guy who was apparently so good looking that I acted like a complete fool when saying hello to him. There was ridiculous giggling and a thumbs up involved. Very ugly. After he left I realized that he was Tom Brady, which only added to the humiliation. Why, I don't know because i don't think Tom Brady is particularly wonderful. I guess I can't question the sense of my subconscious, let alone my pregnant subconscious.

Apparently the moral of the story is to not watch TV before bed because I will inevitably dream about it.

As any good mom, I only give my kids the healthiest, most organic, whole foods I can get my hands on. No preservatives here, uh uh. We only condone good things for our bodies - limited sugars refined or otherwise. Lots of green veggies and few evil carbs. We also never watch tv and spend most days outside playing rain or shine.

Yeah. I'm a liar. So what? This liar and her kids had the yummiest Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip and Banana Burritos ever for lunch. I was a cool mom for about ten seconds. Until I told Tyler he couldn't watch Spy Kids. I know. I am soooo mean.

Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip and Banana Burritos

The ingredient list should be fairly obvious so I'll just go straight into the how-to (which also should be fairly obvious, but it is Monday, so I'll help ya'll out).

Lay a tortilla in a frying pan over low heat and cover with chocolate chips. Cover with the lids for abour 45 seconds until chips get soft, but aren't melted. Remove Tortilla from heat and smear peanut butter over the chips, which will be a gooey mess, much to the delight of your children (or husbands). Slice banana over the top of gooey mess and wrap like a burrito.

(BTW, I am still working on the sewing. It is a lot hard to pin patterns with kids crawling all over you and your fabric than I thought. We'll get there.)

Crack Kills

Clearly I must be smoking crack. Instead of taking the $50 my husband kindly gave me to buy maternity shirts I went to the fabric store and bought these three patterns and oodles of fabric. Seeing as we are still really early in this pregnancy and Bean is pooching out slightly I thought regular shirts that were on the baggy side would be a good bet for awhile. I figured this tangent was worth pursuing when I saw that all Simplicity patterns were $1.99 this week. booyah! I actually had 6 patterns picked out, two more for me and one for Peanut, but the only ones they had in the other styles were waify Kate Moss sized and the kiddie pattern was out. I'll try again this weekend and maybe take a raincheck. $1.99 patterns, that was my crack right there.

 
Currently the fabric is washing and drying away and as soon as I am done with this here posty thing I will be cutting out my pattern. This may be a disaster because there is a four year old who will be really interested in what I am doing. Livin' on the edge, I am.

I went knowing I was going to get these Built By Wendy patterns and about shrieked with joy when I saw the Project Runway line. Love it in a major way, hate that it is sized for Juniors. What the hey peeps? You make me think too much when you do that. And why would only Junior sized gals (who conceivably would be in high school) Project Runway clothes?? I know sewing is making a comeback, but I'm pretty sure its still way uncool to go to school in stuff your mom made you.