In my head

Tweetie Pie has been going to pre-school since June. He cried for the first week or so and then after that he was fine. Just peachy. Don't misunderstand me, he never wanted to go, but he went and then shrugged his shoulders at me saying goodbye, kinda like "I don't want to he here but I know you'll leave me here anyway and I'm still kinda asleep so I'll skip the cry fest till nap time".

The crazy school closes for like 2 weeks in the summer and Cole enjoyed sleeping in late, - oh, who am I kidding...so did I. When school started up again I strolled in there like I owned the place. After all, Cole had been going there for like 6 weeks straight. I walked up to his classroom and I saw all the new parents peeking in the window and I gave them that "been there, it gets easier, call me if you need advice" nod and opened the door to his classroom. The minute we stepped inside, he started balling and grabbing for me. He clamped down on my leg and all I could think was "Cole, you are making a scene. You are embarrassing Mommy." Because this wasn't how it had happened in my head this morning.

Gosh, sometimes I think things should just stay in my head because everything works out so much better there. It's this crazy outside of my head world that throws me for a loop.

So I left him crying in the arms of Miss J, his beloved teacher and I perched myself on the window and peeked in. I was the only one. All the new parents had come and left their little brave warriors and here I was, just like days 1-5, stalking my little one through the window.

That was 2 weeks ago and not much has changed. He still cries (for like 5 seconds) when I drop him off and I still peek through the window when I walk out. Sometimes, I get the nod from other parents. I have to find comfort in the thought that their day will come, perhaps after the Thanksgiving break. In my head, Cole walks in, smiles, and turns and says "See ya later alligator". I wave back and reply "in a while crocodile". Then I stroll out, nod to the other parents with the toddlers clinging to dear life on their legs, and walk all the way to my car. Never looking back.

Yeah, I like my head.

Make your Blog into a Book!!!

Now seriously, if I didn't surf the web all dang day, I'd never have anything to share with you. So, you're welcome. Even if it has all been information that was either not at all interesting to you, or irrelevant. But without further adieu, let me present to you my newest find:

You fellow bloggers can now make your blog into a book, all in one easy click of a button. Oh my Gawd!!!! Do you know what this means? How many of you out there started blogging just to document the lives of you children and family? Now you can have it all printed without having to save and back up the blog and do who knows what else. Some genius out in the web outer space has figured out how to do the hard work for us.

Sorry, I know you've been waiting for me to get to the goodies. But The Cutest Blog on the Block has the cutest free backgrounds for your blog (and now complete blog sites!) and as I went onto their site (to change the winter birds from last winter-oops) I stumbled upon the big button on their homepage that says "It's Time to Make your Blog into a Book". So I clicked on it and it did it all for me within a matter of seconds and then, get this people,....

I was even able to preview the entire book!

I am in blog heaven, all over again (since last night, you know?)

White Prohibition

So it's Labor Day and I had been in a mad dash the last month or so to "wear out" my white so that I can pack 'em up until next Easter. I was curious about the prohibition of white after Labor Day so in my spare time I decided to Google it (did I mention I LOVE Google!?)

Two theories I found on how the "white after Labor Day prohibition" might have come about:

"The only logical reasoning we could find cited temperature. Image consultant Nancy Penn suggests that because white reflects light and heat, wearing white would make you cooler in winter, and thus should be avoided.

But others suggest the rule stems from a class issue. Acting Director of the Museum at the Fashion Institute of Technology Valerie Steele notes that in the late 19th century and the 1950s, more people were entering the middle classes. These nouveau-riche folks were often unaware of the standards of high society, so they were given specific codified rules to follow in order to fit in."

Note: My research may have been much more extensive but an emergency midnight design call came in and I had to abandon my search for my client. However, below are some of my notes:

• White in all of the 2009 Fall fashion collections looked fantabulous!
  
• Put the linens and light wight cottons away (not just the whites), they are never acceptable in the Winter or Fall.
• White jeans are a hot item in winter - you can pair them with some high black boots, or "Hooker Boots" as I like to call mine.
• White tennis shoes are exempt.

I don't know about you but I still will not wear white but it may have more to do with the fact that a week or so ago I wore this awesome flow-y long white summer dress out as I had done many many times before. I thought I looked awesome in it so I was confident when I wore it to drop Cole off and pick him up. I even made sure to go ahead and run the extra errands that day because it's not often I dress up.
I stroll up to Sissy's work with my little tyke in tow expecting her to be all thumbs up about my dress. Well, first she asked what underwear I was wearing because she could make out the outline. Then she kindly asked what was up with "the puppies". First of all, what are puppies? Secondly, crap!!!! Are you kidding me???? I flaunted this dress in my son's preschool! Should have had my black high boots on and that surely would've completed the look. I packed that sucker up and I am horrified of white now-any time of the year.

In case you're wondering which dress I mean, it is this one. and yes, it was pg in this picture...

(Oh by the by, Sissy says I should wear red bottoms. Maybe next year I'll have recovered from my expose to try that out.)

Welcome to 2009 Vannessa! : Google Reader Rocks!

Not sure how many blogs you read and if you follow any. I have long long been a huge Google fan, hence Gmail, Blogger, Google Chrome (the newest browser), the Gmail calendar (which texts you your appts!!!), and now Google Reader. Now, I just started playing with it so I may miss some really neat features.

Even a bigger Google fan because Google sends me so many people to my site from searches. I LOVE YOU Google!

So, anyways, I was at my friend Angela's house, you know, playing with her scrapper toys and she was like all organizing her blogs in this thing called Reader. So I asked her why she didn't just bookmark them (like Hello!, Welcome to 2009!). Then she schooled me about Google Reader, which is a way to save and organize your bookmarks right in your Google email account. Hello World of blogging meets email!!! Check me in baby!

Sign in to your email account like you normally would. Then at the top right there are tabs such as Calendar, Documents, Photo, Reader, Sites, Web, etc. Click on Reader and on the right side there is a box that says Add A Subscription. You can click on that and it expands to ask you to type in the web address or search term for the blog you would like to subscribe to or follow. Now type in www.TheEggspressNews.com. Yay for you, now you are subscribed to my blog!

So what happens is that everytime there is a new post in any blog you follow, it will let you know (just like in your email account) with the number of unread posts by it. So instead of having to be checking every blog you follow daily and be dissapointed that you did all that for nothing, Gmail Reader lets you know and read it straight from your email! Now how fantastic is that?

You can also go to Manage Subscription and lets you organize them by categories. Like I follow funny blogs, sewing blogs, designer's blogs, friend's blogs, and scrapper's blogs and I have them all organized like that. So it's easy peasy to see if there is anything in a particular blog or category that is new and unread.

I know you're all as stoked about this Reader thingy as I was right? What's that? You didn't understand a thing I said? Well then you must not have Gmail and you are missing out! Go get you some here!

Being the visual person that I am, I thought it might be helpful for you to see it in action so I saved a screenshot of my Reader below. Naturally, I was reading my own blog because I didn't want to miss anything myself! I am all caught up!

A Reorganization

I was reorganizing my blogs (yes, forget that the house is a complete mess-if my computer files are organized all is peaceful...in my head; and that's where I have to live) and somewhere along the way (blog #2) I got sidetracked. I started reading each blog just to make sure I could put it in the right folder. You know, is it a friend's blog, a card blog, a scrapbooking blog, a sewing blog, a totally hilarious blog,...you get the idea.

So I was reading Amanda's blog, Nanny Deprived and she is such a great writer. Aside from that she has a shop (Nanny Deprived) that has some pretty spiffy stuff. I was reading and I was getting lost in the mess that is her life and I was inspired to be a better blogger and writer. She is funny, witty, and honest and I challenged myself to be half as great as her in blog writing and to try to be more diligent in my posts. After all, my faithful readers expect me to blog everyday. So honey, aka faithful reader, I will attempt to blog daily so you can have a heads up about what I will talk talk about all night:).

So here it is:

I am going to have to combine my two blogs, my personal one (this one) and my stationary one (Chic Farm Designs) because it is just too demanding to write one, nonetheless two.

And every now and then, I will try to be funny or witty or even intelligent, but never too honest! I am working on the whole discretion thing, but dang it's just so hard! I will try to refrain from being completely honest because our dear friend Blaine seems to think I have a poop fetish, as I talk about it a lot and have been known to take the occasional picture of my toddler's poop. (In my own defense: sometimes you need proof to show the Doctor why the poop warranted a doctor's visit, for the fourth time!~that or you want to scrapbook about it and scare the girlies away so he's always your little boy;)

But really, doesn't every mom talk about poop... like, a lot?

Containing my Excitement

I had a super fantastic day today! Thank you Angela for letting me into your "world" of scrapbooking. Angela is a traditional paper scrapper and she owns a Cuttlebug and a Cricut; both of which are now on my never-ending wish list. Angela has graciously allowed me to play with her toys and even took me out on the town to a secret little piece of scrapper heaven called The Memory Garden. It is a Scrapbook Shoppe and from what I understand you can of there and have scrappers parties and use her accessories and machines as long as you buy the paper and some other products there. I know what you're thinking but her paper is actually cheaper than some of the larger chain stores-Go figure! It is owned by Yolanda Garza and she was kind enough to show me around her store. I think that's the jist of it aside from all the scraboooking tools, gadgets, embellishments, and papers you can get there. I was waay too excited to stop fidgeting and take a good look around. It was a card makers dream in there. So inspirational that I will be rolling out with a few new items soon! Yolanda is be having a Scrappin' Pink card making session later this month and I will be sure to post the details of it here as soon as I get more information. Naturally, proceeds go to breast cancer research...If you are in the market for scrapbook supplies, please visit Yolanda's store in Pharr, Texas (right of the expressway). Her info is:

The Memory Garden Scrapbook Shoppe
Yolanda Garza
600 E. Ferguson (495), Suite D
Pharr, Texas 78577
(956) 782-7776

It's Unofficially Official

A week ago today we saw a breakthrough in potty training. I think that I can now say that Cole is officially potty trained, unofficially. Now, there are the occasional accidents, and for whatever reason, every time he visits his Nana, he comes back peeing all over the place. Not like a skiddish chihuahua, but like an "I don't really care that my pants are wet cuz I'm having too much fun" toddler.
So Tuesday (a week ago) Cole and his cousin K were watching tv in the bed. I hear Cole call out that he went pee pee and then K yells "Tia, Cole went pee pee". "Fantastic", I think to myslef as I walk into the room to have the "pee pee goes in the potty not your chones" talk for the millionth time and I see Cole walking around holding his chones (aka underwear).
I look all around and ask the boys "where is the pee?". I can't find it anywhere. I get on my hands and knees and start feeling around the floor. Cole calls me from the bathroom because somewhere in the middle of my search for "wetted bliss" he snuck away. I get up, walk into the bathroom and Cole is standing in front of the toilet, still holding his chones. "Right there, pee pee right there" he says as he points into the toilet. He runs out towards me and asks "Mommy, you not mad at me?"
My poor poor Tweetie Pie! I had him and K all scared and the whole time he had actually taken it upon himself to go to the potty on his own, pull down his chones, pee, wipe, flush, get down, get his chones and call out to me.
So since Tuesday I have not been able to help go potty. He now goes completely on his own. In fact, I must leave the room and "go to your computer".
The only thing we need to work on is what is the proper amount of toilet paper to use. Because usually, he walks out with this much
Disclaimer: I do realize that as soon as this post goes live (in about 30 seconds), we will take about 30 steps back in the potty training saga because it never fails-as soon as I say how well he is doing, he pees his pants for the next week straight. But really, I don't care. Pee and I have become quite close as we've been through a lot lately;)