Ambrosia Creative

“Ehh-SHA!”
(translation = Elsa = our poor cat that the boys love too much)

I haven’t been able to wear my dear Antiks since spring oh-seven (not counting the one time I wore them to a park playdate where I got lots of compliments, but no one knew that I couldn’t sit, breathe, squat, bend, or eat one Goldfish cracker). But once a month, I dig out “The Jeans” and try, try again.

After another failed extrusion attempt last night, I am finally coming to terms that this is my body after two children. Two, beautiful children that more than validate the scars, stretchmarks, and other (non-mentionable) physical changes that are part and parcel to being a mother in this mortal existence.

And lastly, note to self: Heavenly Father has provided us too many wonderful promises to get bogged down by lemonade diets and silly, stubborn jeans. Next size up, please!

(And, speaking of jeans, this girl needs to RUN. AWAY. From the high-waist. Please!)

From inside his room, Kai screams, “I’m not going to nap! I’m not going to nap!”
(and goes on — ignored — for five minutes)

But then follows up, chanting:

“Never give up! Never give up!…
I’m not going to nap!”

Free-spirited with a tendency towards anarchism =
future leader (is what I tell myself).

Don’t children have the best comedic timing? The most obscene things come out of their little mouths at the most inappropriate times. We weren’t even five minutes into the lesson during Kai’s first day in Primary (church Sunday school for children) before he began yelling, and I mean, truly yelling, “I don’t want to get baptized! I don’t WANT to get baptized!”

Our newest mantra around here: “Do NOT. Let Kai. See you. Laugh.”

I love these markers!! They are so much fun. The OC part of me wants to clean up the glass door (+ Kai’s closet door), but a bigger part of me wants to keep the artwork up for Ryan — and us — to enjoy.

Thanks for the idea, Dawn :)

{Get Shepard Fairey’s limited edition stickers here.}

Can’t get their song “Sweet Disposition” out of my head since viewing the trailer for 500 Days of Summer, one of the it films at Sundance this week. I will most definitely see it this summer (Zooey Deschanel = my girl crush, and should be yours, too), but hope it doesn’t get overhyped the way Juno was, which I didn’t even think was very good. There, I said it. Someone had to.

Because it almost makes up for the fact that our state will be giving us a nice, fat I-O-U this spring instead of a tax refund.

Guest blogging again at Living Locurto today! Let me forewarn you that it’s about the superhero party (again) but a few free downloads are involved, one put together by the talented Amy.

And lastly, a random pic because I like to have pictures with my posts:

Messy hair + peacoats are so in right now.

So, Ryan made it to day 3 on the cleanse. When he announced he was done, we promptly ordered pizza. And went back to our usual diet of food and giant chocolate bars.

However.

The cleanse wasn’t all in vain. I’ve noticed that Ryan is much more conscious of what he eats. He’s working out more. And is a lot better at portion control. He doesn’t regret doing the cleanse at all. But, like Dana said, we’ve decided that we’ll stick with fasting just once a month!