C-Money

My mom's gettin' a LITTLE selfish and postin' all these posts with NO pictures of me in them! Doesn't she know I'm the star of her blog? Duh.

So what have I been up to?



Playin' with mommy's bangle bracelets (don't tell daddy).



Sitting in big boy chairs in dressing rooms while my mom tries stuff on (don't mind the Tech logo, sic 'em bears!)



Checkin' out my new walker (which mommy walks behind me holding my PJs when I use).



And having play time with mommy.

And a whole bunch of other things too like eating the ends of the door stoppers (ahem, giving my mommy a heart attack) standing alone not holding on to anything and missing my daddy because he's been out of town. I'm ready for a fun weekend but most of all, COOLER WEATHER (what? You can tell this is my mommy speaking? How?!?)

Clothes-fused.

I'll be the first to tell you that I love me some fashion.  Clothes, accessories, shoes, purses.  All of it.  And don't even GET me started about baby clothes.  LOVE. 

However there is one time of year, in Texas that is, I get royally clothes-fused.  And it's also one of my favorite times of year.  That time is fall.  Right now.  First of all, Labor Day happens.  The day that, after it comes and goes, bans you from wearing white pants/shoes/etc.  Which is fine.  Whatevs.

Next, the stores start filling up with the cuteness that is fall fashion.  Boots, scarves, deep, rich colors, turtle necks, cowl necks, leggings.  Basically all of my favorite articles of clothing start showing up everywhere I look.  I am oh so tempted, not only to buy all of these lovely little pretties (and then I remind myself I'm a stay at home mom married to a budgeting accountant and snap out of it) but to drag all of the ones currently taking residence in my closet out as well. 

And then ...
I walk outside. 
And it's 95 degrees.  And it remains 95 degrees until mid to late October.  Enter Texas fall. 

Hence where the clothes-fused comes out.  Um.  It's October.  I don't want to can't wear strapless sundresses, shorts and white pants.  And aside from that, my tan faded a good month ago so I SHOULDN'T wear them for fear of burning people's retinas.  Aside from that the fact that everything, everywhere is screaming FALL. 

So until an ACTUAL cold front moves through (not one where it drops the temps to a mere 87 degrees) I will be sporting a tank top ... over leggings ...and flip flops ... with a scarf and gloves.  Feel free to make fun of me if you run into me in the metroplex.

Other Texans, anyone else have this problem?  How do you pull off fall fashion without turning into a sweaty mess?

Are You A Spinner?

Let me start by saying I don't even know what that means.  I THINK it might be something inappropriate, but I'm not sure.  Maybe I should google this stuff before I post it as a title for my blog ...

Yeah.
Don't google that.
It's definately inappropriate.
Sorry 'bout that.

Let's just go on to say that by "Are You A Spinner?" I was referring to spin cycling class.  Because I KIND OF am.  Since I go to maybe 1-3 spin classes a month, on a good month.  So since I kind of am I can say what I'm about to say with full confidence.

Spinners are WEIRD.

Last Saturday I went to a spin class.  Upon starting the class I looked around and thought, "Okay, this is a pretty normal looking group.  Maybe the circus spinner freaks are still asleep."  I got on my bike and began to warm up.  No freakiness had reared it's ugly head yet so I figured we were still in the clear.  And then the techno started. 

"Oh heavens, I'm going to have to go through a whole class feeling like I need a glow stick." 

About 3 minutes in and our tiny instructor starts making this noise.  I can only assume it's her "encouragement noise" but it sounded exactly like the sound a police car makes when a policeman flicks his warning siren on.

"Oh fun, now I need a glow stick AND a police uniform."

About the time I finally get used to The Siren (that's what we'll call her from now on) a man walks in late and sits on a bike in front of The Siren.  She seems to know him so I immediately assume he'll be making some other rescue vehicle noise.  But was I ever wrong.

All of the sudden, after one of The Siren's hoots he lets out what I can only describe as the sound someone makes when they do a karate chop mixed with the "OohRah" sound a Marine yells. 

"Fantastic, now I need a glow stick, a police uniform and ... heck I just need ear muffs for all three of them."

Once Sergeant Miyagi (that's what we'll call him) started he pretty much kept in time with The Siren.  From the minute this chorus of annoyance started it literally lasted until I jumped my sweaty self off my bike.  In between I noticed a woman, with her eyes closed (actually, rolled back in her head is more accurate) and hands raised, a man that I THINK was dancing but it looked more like he was having convulsions and another girl that would nod her head after each round of the chorus was performed.  Needless to say I think I was more mentally exhausted than physically exhausted by the time it was all said and done.

Like I said. 
Spinners are WEIRD.

Best. Husband. Ever.

I just opened my computer to find ...



Man am I a lucky girl.

OH How He LOVES Us!

First of all, HI!  It seems as though I decided to take an unintended blog-cation last week.  Who knew?  Not me, that's for sure.  I just looked up one day and it was Saturday!  So, I've gone ahead and broken my unspoken rule of not blogging on the weekend and am blogging on Sunday.  GASP!  It's really not all that dramatic.  I just like using the word "gasp".

So, tonight at home group (for those of you that don't know what home groups are, it's our church's version of Bible study they're just done in homes and are usually grouped according to demographics, i.e. young marrieds, singles, etc.) one of our home group leaders referenced a video that I put on my blog, however I realized that I actually hadn't put it on my blog (though I intended to) and had only shared it on facebook.  So, that's a long sentence to say I wanted to share this video with you.  Like three weeks ago.  But apparently I dislocated my head from my body (this happens frequently) and forgot to.  So, here it is.  I hope it swells your heart with just how much our God loves us.  It did mine.  And I don't know about you, but my heart needs that reminder.  A lot.

This Does Not Help My Anxiety.

Already aspiring to be Jack Bower. What are you trying to do to your mother son?










On another note, this morning on our daily trip to Einstein's Bagels, a woman asked me if my name was Katie (I'm hoping she heard me tell it to the people behind the counter because Lord KNOWS I was not recognizable as myself this morning, or any morning for that matter) and I replied yes. She then told me she knew a friend of mine and found my blog through hers before I got pregnant and followed along since. Now I'm not going to lie. This made me feel a bit famous. And ABSOLUTELY made my day! So miss Beth, if you're reading today, thanks for coming up to say hi I SO enjoyed meeting you! And please accept my apology for the PJ sweats and the "slept on wet" hair I was rocking this morning.

That's all friends, happy weekend!!!

Let's Chat ...

... shall we? I was sitting here in my giant recliner, after putting C down for the night, reading random blogs I stumbled upon from other blogs leading myself into a blog-ryinth and it dawned on me. It's been a LONG time since I've really sat down and TALKED with y'all. Sure, I post incessant regular pictures of C and fleeting updates of our weekend activities, but I haven't really had a "Chatty Kathy" session with y'all in a LONG (read 10 months and 10 days, coincidence it's the exact age my child is? I think not ...) time and well, that's just unacceptable.

When I started this blog, I started it because (prepare yourselves for an embarassing confession, I feel myself turning red as I type) I had people tell me that I should blog since facebook only let you use 420 characters (or whatever the number Zuckerberg's upped it to now) for your status updates and I was a crazy ...

well, maybe out of control ...

yep, out of control is the right description ...

amount of times a day updater.

Now, I still update quite a bit but nowhere NEAR as much as I did before I started this blog. Those of you that are my friends on facebook are now undoubtably thinking, "HOW ... on God's green earth ... is that possible? GRACIOUS, I SO would have blocked her long before I did if we'd been friends then."

Oh it's possible. And it happened. So pick your jaw up off your keyboard. RUDE.

Anyways, moving on. We haven't chatted. Is that where I was? Some of the reason for this may be that my brain seems to have been removed during my C-section and no one gave it back to me swaddled in a hospital blanket along with the baby. I'm hoping they reattach it with the next baby Fulmer but I've heard rumors that it only gets worse with each pregnancy. At least I think I heard that, I can't remember ... ?

Another reason is the fact that I'm just plain ol' overwhelmed. But not in the way that it sounds. Overwhelmed with the L-O-V-E that spells itself out for me in the form of a bright-eyed, crazy-haired, smiling boy greeting me in his crib every morning, smiling at me when I come into a room, holding his arms up for me to pick him up, crawling from toy to door to electrical outlet window with wonder and laying his head down to sleep at night. Overwhelmed with the idea that the Mister and I are blessed and charged with the honor of molding and shaping this sweet little life the Lord has entrusted and BLESSED us with. Overwhelmed with the thoughts of, "Am I doing it right?" "What can I do better?" "Am I loving my son WELL?" "Am I loving my HUSBAND well?" "Am I prioritizing the way I should be?" "Can they see HIM in me?" "Does the house look like a Baby's R Us exploded?" In all those good ways, overwhelmed.

And yet even ANOTHER reason is that my best friend, anxiety, comes to visit on a regular basis. Yep, I said it, I'm anxious. I spoke to y'all a little bit about it about a month after I got home from the hospital with C and, while it has gotten SO SO SO much better, I still deal with it periodically. And if I'm honest, when I do it crashes in like a tidal wave. A tidal wave of crazy. However, if I really think about it, it's almost comical. And I absolutely have to look at it that way. And the absolute only way I can do that is through the Lord. Thank goodness He has a sense of humor. Here's an example:

Morning: Mid diaper change I see a red spot anywhere, pick a place, on C's body (ONE RED SPOT MIND YOU) and immediately my mind goes: "What is that? Maybe it's just from me picking him up. His father does have the most sensitive skin in the DFW Metroplex. Maybe he's like his dad. What if it's something else? Could it be chicken pox? What if it's measles? Or mumps? It's swine flu. Oh my gosh I need to call the pedi. THEY DON'T OPEN FOR ANOTHER HOUR!!!"

Fast forward to afternoon, around lunch time: My thought process: "Maybe I'll try a new baby food with C. We need to branch out. This child will only be eating carrots and sweet potatoes when he's 30 if I don't try and incorporate another vegetable in his diet soon. It actually may set him back, nutritionally, for years. I have GOT to get another vegetable option going. Okay, here goes. Oh my gosh, he's gagging. Why is he gagging? Is he sick? Does he have the measles? Or maybe swine flu?!?! I need to call the pedi. THE NURSES TAKE 2 HOURS TO CALL YOU BACK!!!"

Fast even more forward to a trip to the grocery store: "Where are my wipes? I have GOT to wipe down this shopping cart. I know I have this cover thing, but surely it's infested with germs too. After all I've put it on another shopping cart in the past. The news said that shopping carts are one of the dirtiest places on the list of ... dirty places. OMG I think his pacifier just touched the shopping cart before I could disinfect it. HE JUST PUT IT IN HIS MOUTH BEFORE I COULD GET A PACI WIPE!!! WHAT IF THERE WAS SWINE FLU ON THE SHOPPING CART!?! WHY DON'T I HAVE THE NURSES DIRECT LINE!??!"

There you have it. There's a trip to the little island known as 'My Mind'. Don't want to stay too long? I don't blame you. It's a terrible place for a vacation. Exhausting. We go into all caps on a daily basis. Now of course, I exagerrated a BIT on some of those for my friend, sarcasm's sake, but seriously? Two weeks ago I lost 4 lbs, OVERNIGHT, because I was so geeked up about C having a runny nose and being fussy. A RUNNY NOSE PEOPLE. Apparently that day I forgot to eat lunch ... and dinner. Who knew? Obviously not me.

But like I said, you have to laugh. At least I do. Because it really is comical. Even though at the moment it doesn't feel comical, I can cling to the Lord and He shows me just how silly I'm being. Mainly through His word where he basically says, "DUH Katie, I've told you I've GOT this stuff, why are you giving yourself an ulcer?"

Except He says it way better than that:

"Cast all your anxieties on HIM for HE cares for you." 1 Peter 5:7

"In the multitudes of my anxieties within me, YOUR comforts delight my soul." Ps. 94:19

"My eyes are constantly on the LORD for HE rescues me from my enemies." Psalm 25:15

"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the LORD YOUR GOD is with you wherever you go." Joshua 1:9

And through this hymn that I have on REPEAT from the Prestonwood Baptist Church CD (from like 4 years ago) in my car:

For thou, oh Lord, are a shield for me.

My glory and the lifter of my head

Which I'm pretty sure is a verse somewhere but I'm too sleepy to go look it up.

So there you have it friends. I need to come back to y'all. To writing. And sharing some of the humor that is my life. So I'm going to try. I promise. Until then ...

I took a lunch meeting with this guy today. It went well. We decided the penguin and the whale needed to be seperated and the monkey needed to take work more seriously. They weren't operating at their maximum efficiency level. They seem to be handling it well, however the chimp is still monkeying around ...

Y'all KNEW I couldn't do a post without posting a picture of him didn't you? You know you did. And if you made it this far, thanks for listening!!!

Sports with Fans!

Now I know most of us are women and/or mommies, but that doesn't mean we don't love us some FOOTBALL! And goodness knows a lot of our husbands do! A good friend of mine's husband just released his first app that he's worked close to a year on developing. Introducing ...




This game is pretty neat (and did I mention FREE?!?) you challenge each other and pick teams for the upcoming games, then sit back and see if you win! You can choose badges that constitute what you're playing for (girls there's a badge for cocktails, shopping or even romance if you're playing your husband!). So head over to the app store and check it out! And feel free to spread the word!

Someone Needs to Teach Me ...

... how to use my fancy pants camera. Because I tried playing with it last night and out of about fifty photos, the following few are about as good as I got ...

{"CHEEEEEEEEEEEEESE momma!"}

It doesn't help that he figured out that the camera is SOMEWHAT like the cell phone and all the sudden HE WANTS IT.

I'm sure I'll have plenty of opportunities to practice more. Oh how I love this boy.

Weekend in iPhone Pictures.

Our friend Reese's pixies and pirates 3rd birthday party ...





Mamo's birthday on September 11th ...


Soooo not interested in taking pictures ...


Aunt Silly, you're silly. Oh and we're dressed like twins.


And cheering on the Cowboys! (even if we didn't win)


As well as reflecting on and remembering everyone that lost their lives 10 years ago on 9/11. I remember everything about that day and will for the rest of my life.


GOD BLESS AMERICA!

Ten Months!

Ten months.  TEN MONTHS?!?!  Two, yes TWO, months from being ONE!??!  I can't believe it.  I won't blabber on on how fast it's going by, I'll just get straight to the pictures.

{"Oh man.  Here she goes again.  Wait, I think I remember this chair does something fun ..."}

{"Maybe the pillow makes noises ... or has a toy in it ... ?"}

{"Or maybe it was that spinny thing on the ceiling ..."}

{"OH YEAH THE CHAIR ROCKS, WAHOOOOO!!!"}

{"Tee hee hee hee hee.  That was fun.  And I think I freaked my mom out."}

{"Right mom?  You freaked out a little huh?"}

{"Sooooo ... now what?"}

{"Pffffffllllllttttttt.  This is BORRRR-IIIIIING."}

{"So I'm jumping ship."}

Enter MOM PANIC.

{"Ugh.  Woman.  You're such a buzz kill.  Can't you tell I'm done with this business?"}

{"Alright here.  I'll humor you.  I'll give you my bashful face.  Let's get this over with, I've got places to crawl and electrical outlets to try and stick my finger in."}

{"And now?  My version of Blue Steel.  Live it, love it, do it."}

{"For my final pose, I shall appear aloof.  Or how 'bout bored.  Cause I AM!"}

This was the best of the lot.  Happy ten months lovebug.  I'm officially starting my denial of the fact that you'll be one soon.

"No one else will ever understand the strength of my LOVE for you.  After all, YOU'RE the ONLY one that knows what my heart sounds like from the inside."



Little Fall Project and a Question.

First off, I have a confession to make. My fall decor is up. And it's technically not fall yet. But I don't care because my house feels SO cozy. I did a little fireplace banner project last night and am pretty pleased with the way it turned out ...






It was SO SO easy. And cost about $5.00. I just bought scrapbook paper and cut it to size, used stencils and markers for the letters and strung it together with twine. Easy, cheap, quick. All my favorite things in an art project.

Now, for the question. C is 10 months now (10 month post to come) and our docs have stressed the use of the sippy cup and eating table foods. Well, this kiddo hates both. He'll eat Puffs til the cows come home but anything else? Full on gag face. Same with the sippy cup, when I try and give it to him he makes a face like I've just made him suck on a lemon. I'm a little nervous about the fact that in a little under two months I'm supposed to yank the bottle from my bottle-crazed boy and replace it with a sippy cup. Any suggestions mommas? Thank you in advance!

Just Spike It.

Mommy's been playing around with daddy's hair gel.






She thinks the results are pretty cute.

New Fall Favorite.

I'm in love with this nail polish color.



And it's not even OPI! It's a grayish color (if you can't tell from the pic) and I LOOOOOVVVVVEEEE it.



And how cute is that name? Now head to Target and get yourself a bottle!

SIC 'EM!

That's right. BAYLOR BEAT TCU LAST NIGHT! And if you didn't already know it, the Mister and I both went to BU. That's where we met and fell in loooooovvvvvvveeee (said in an immature 10 year old boy voice). Someday I'll tell that story. It's pretty cute. Anyways, back to the matter at hand ...







We watched the game at my parents (they were actually AT the game in Waco, my mom actually went to TCU but is an honorary bear fan as well since BOTH her first two kiddos are Baylor bears) with my brother and Silly and a few other friends. It was little C-man's FIRST Baylor game and I didn't take any pics! He was a super trooper (ha) and stayed up a good 2 hours past his bed time, then came home and went right to sleep. Maybe he's Baylor's good luck charm? He's certainly mine :-)

Happy college game day everyone, football is BACK!

Happy Birthday Sweet Papa.

I miss you so much. I miss our Papa/princess dates.


But I know you're having one AWESOME party up there with your amazing Savior.

I love you!