Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
And here is proof that my kid is PRECIOUS. I think I kissed those cheeks 1087x today.
Whew. I feel so much better. Come back tomorrow when I announce the giveaway winners. And then I'm not going to talk about giveaways for a long, long time!
PS. I've met lots of new BFFs (Blog Friends Forever), some of which I will introduce to you next week. Stay tuned :)
Thursday, February 26, 2009
We only hang him upside down when he's been really, really bad.
And, for your viewing pleasure here's my most recent designs.
Here's what they say if you can't read them: pacifist (with a paci pic), night owl (with an owl pic), fat and sassy, cupcake, and the Babbling Baby logo.
So, today's giveaway is a Babbling Baby Onesie! You can either choose one of the designs above, or I can design you one - it can be a monogram, a pic, your child's name, etc! I'll do anything!
To win, leave me a comment telling me what you would like your onesie to say. That's it. Simple as pie! If you win, you'll be notified with all the other giveaway winners on Saturday, February 28th.
Thanks to all those who have participated so far. I have enjoyed checking out your blogs :)
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Let me preface this by saying we own THREE pairs of this item. THREE! One for every stage of Baby B's life until he is 18 months old. And, then, by golly - they even make them for when they're bigger than that! Ah, yes, I'm sure some of you are catching on now. Because what is sweeter on precious baby feet than.....
Baby B wore Elephant ones when he was wee, and then he moved on to big, manly soccer ball ones. He also has a pair of Bears that he will wear when he outgrows the ones he currently has.
Note the Elephant Robeez...
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Say That You Love Me Softie
Pixi Stix Softie
And you get to choose your favorite. And to make it even better: I MADE THEM! *gasp* I know, it's not like I'm busy being a mom and a kindergarten teacher or anything. OF COURSE I HAVE TIME TO SEW! It's the perfect excuse for putting off lesson planning.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Guess what? This week at Babbling Abby, we are GIVING AWAY free stuff! And it's pretty good stuff, if you ask me. I've never really done a Giveaway before - unless you count formula coupons, which doesn't really count 'cause those totally weren't exciting.
This is going to be an easy Giveaway - to win, all you have to do is leave a comment! That's it! Super easy. We will be doing other Giveaways throughout the week (and they get better!), so be sure to check back to see what else you could win. A winner will be randomly chosen on Saturday, February 28th, so you have all week to leave a comment for this Giveaway. Feel free to link this Giveaway on your own blog also - just let me know!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Now, I've never really watched TV before, but I do love me some Veggie Tales. In fact, I love Bob and Larry so much that I can fall asleep listening to their silly songs DVD. They're that good. Mommy and Daddy walk around singing Veggie Tales songs and cracking up about how silly they are (i.e. Barbara Manitee, you are the one for me...'Cause you're my cheeseburger!...I aint got no belly button). I think they think they're a lot funnier than I do.
*Mom told me to tell you that you should just ignore her annoying encouragement. She gets excited about everything.
Come back later to check out Our Favorites Give-Aways! They'll be around all week!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
I went to Kroger at 8am this morning to get my Sunday paper(s) and the clearanced V-day goodies for Baby B. The piggy balloon was $.99! And here he is with his crazy toy. He was soooo excited. Oh, and there are NO coupons in the paper today, so heads up you fellow clippers. Major bummer :(
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Ah, the vacuum cleaner. What a fine friend you are. Baby B loves to vacuum with me, perched on my hip, leaning waaaay over to watch it work its magic. (Amy, I thought you would appreciate this!)
Because I'm cheap, er, frugal, Baby B will celebrate V-Day again tomorrow when I buy him a really corny stuffed animal that sings Eye of the Tiger when it goes on clearance at Kroger tomorrow. [$9.99 - really?] Baby B thinks it is totally hilarious and dances and laughs at it when we're grocery shopping, attracting all sorts of attention from other customers. Thank goodness no one asked to sniff his hair again. Creeeepy.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
After my ridiculously healthy lunch of raisin bran, chex mix, and a bowl of fresh blueberries, I am now contentedly blogging and watching The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants II. Naturally, I have already read all four books. But that is no surprise to you, since you already know about my adoration of YA lit.
Awkward is describing that time in my life mildly. Just thinking about being 12 and 13 again sends my gag reflexes retching. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. I was a total nerd, content reading The Babysitter's Club long after my own age passed that of it's All-American characters. My friends and I would sit, phone in hand, anticipating our first call, after having passed out our own BBC fliers throughout the neighborhood.
Furthermore, I was happy in my naivety that Santa Class actually existed when I was 13, and believed that if I prayed hard enough I might never have to endure my first period or have to ask my mom to buy me a bra. Double cringe. I remember my mom giving me a copy of Are You There God, It's Me Margaret and my cheeks flushing when I read its content. I immediately decided I would NOT read it. My prayer was more like, Are you there God? DON'T EVER LET ME GROW UP! I wanted to stay a little kid forever and I NEVER wanted boys to so much as notice me.
Socially, I was a middle school Quasimodo. I transferred my 7th grade year to a school whose hierarchy of those-who-are-popular and those-who-are-not had been established way before I made my way onto the scene. Moreover, the division of popular girls wore Tommy Girl perfume and sported the latest Nike Air Maxx on their feet, and I wore K-Mart knock-offs and tapered jeans that barely reached my ankles. (Praise be to God the year long, bootcut jeans were invented.) I distinctly remember sitting in class and a boy asking me if I was waiting for a flood. The nerve.
And then there was the Year of the Candygram, which will forever be a pivotal point in my adolescence. You see, every year around Valentine's Day, the student council (which I, of course, was on) would sell Candy Grams for $1. Candy = oversized lip lollipops Gram = personalized message that included a lot of LYLASs, BFFs, and TTYLs. I bought like $20 worth of them - which was actually a lot of my babysitting money that I earned from my rather successful club that included mainly me. My theory was this: if I send Candy Grams to all of the popular kids, I will then earn their friendship and become popular myself. Because, when you're a second class citizen at 14, this is all you desire.
To make a long story short, utter devastation followed when I received a fraction of the Candy Grams that I sent out, mostly from my nerdy comrades. To top things off, the same day we received these special treats was the same day as the Sports Banquet. (I played volleyball. My towering height had to be good for something.). While I sat at a table with my parents and the parents of a fellow player, everyone else sat at a table with their friends. I was the only kid at a table full of adults, further exemplifying just how big of an outcast I was. Or at least that's how it appeared to me when I was 14. And the whole massacre of a day doesn't end there.
I won the award for Most Improved Player. My coach prefaced my introduction by telling the entire audience that I would get so nervous before each game that I would have to go the bathroom multiple times before I would hit the court. Ahhhhhhh! Can you even believe that?! Blood is rushing to my face as I type.
It was from that night on that my sole goal in life was leaving my nerdiness behind to pursue a career worthy of popularity...
I would become a cheerleader.
As pathetic as it sounds, I devoted the rest of 8th grade, and much of 9th grade to trying out, and eventually making, the cheerleading squad at my high school. I left a promising volleyball career with potential scholarships, for a backhandspring I would never perform without a spot and the attention I so desperately craved from the popular girls. This would go on to be a slumber party topic I would broach frequently when I made it into their ranks (along with, WHY DIDN'T YOU SEND ME A CANDYGRAM IN 8th GRADE?!) And, after I conquered my own insecurities along with realizing the shallow lives that many "popular" people lead, I made a sincere effort to be friends with everyone from that point forward - popular or not.
Now you know the rest of the story.
And thank you for listening to the cathartic rehashing of my unabashedy awful middle school years.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Anyway, I guess it will be back to school for me tomorrow. I shouldn't feel like it's a major hardship or anything, since I have been off for NINE STRAIGHT DAYS, but I just really don't want to go back. I told you that spending all the time with Baby B would spoil me. Luckily, my plans for last week will be put into place this week, so I'm not spending my day today scrambling to put lessons together. Is it June yet?
Baby B and B are napping, and I'm putting together my standard we're-going-somewhere-where-I've-been-asked-to-bring-a-dish dish (vegetable pizza). I think we all have one of those. My mom is usually all gourmet and fancy, trying new recipes and totally outdoing herself, while I'm slapping some cream cheese concoction on flattened crescent roll dough that I got from the refrigerator case using coupons. But, it is pretty tasty, and Aubs requested it since today is her last day up north for like SIX MONTHS. So, I will oblige and off to the K's for a Super Bowl Party we will go, vegetable pizza in hand. I will miss the Aubabiba :(
Whether you're rooting for the Cards or the Steelers, enjoy yourself and have a great Super Bowl Sunday!