What?!

I don't like cilantro. Or cantaloupe. Or steak. All things my husband likes. I like 80's rock, and country. Husband...not really a fan. This is totally ok with me...everyone likes different foods and different music. (But too bad for him-- I'm the grocery shopper and the cook...so guess which things he doesn't eat very often?) ;) Sometimes I buy him clothes, and occasionally he doesn't like them. He has told me before (though not in these exact words) that he thinks he has better fashion sense than I do. I'm not offended. Everyone has different taste. I get that. But every once in a while I am mystified by what other people like. I've made a few quilts in the past that I think are super cool, cute and pretty much the best things ever. I post them on my blog...and then don't get near the response from the online community that I expect. It's disappointing...but probably only because I think that everyone else will see it the way that I see it, and they don't. Expectations are a funny thing. So then I make a quilt that is mediocre in my mind--not great, just OK. Not my favorite quilt ever. And it goes VIRAL on pinterest. This has happened a few times. And I sit back, scratch my head and say, "What?!" Did not see that coming. And every time this happens, I have to remind myself that it doesn't matter what other people think of my stuff...cause it's mine...so I will enjoy what I like, and let others do the same. And we'll all be one big happy family...

Would you like to guess which is my favorite? Which one is yours?

Shoe envy

Life is not fair. I have known this for a long time. But occasionally I realize it all over again and I just have to say it out loud. I was in the first grade when I saw the first pair of cute shoes that I had to have. They were on the feet of Nicole Downs--the girl who sat behind me. They were white hightops with pink, yellow and turquoise hearts on the side. They were perfect. I asked her where she got them and she told me. As luck would have it, I needed a new pair shoes. So I told my mom I had found the pair I wanted and asked her to take me to the shoe store to get them. So we went to the shoe store. I found the kids section, saw the shoes and started looking for them in my size. Before long I discovered that not only did they not carry them in my size, they didn't carry ANY cute shoes in my size. Because in the first grade I wore a size 4. In women's. That was the day I found out that I had BIG feet. It was a devastating realization. Mostly because I wanted the cute high top shoes. And instead went home with a plain pair of white grandma shoes.

Having big feet wasn't always bad. There were a few times in school when I won the Bigfoot contest and got a big foot shaped donut or cookie and a little extra attention for having such big feet...But I would have definitely traded those few treats for a smaller shoe size any day! Over the years I have been disappointed several times when I could not find a cute pair of shoes because they did not make it in my size...which is holding steady at size 11. I really need an 11 1/2 but since they don't make that size and there are less shoes that are cute in size 12 I decided that 11 is my size.

So in the last couple of weeks I have been seeing lots of cute shoes on the feet of girls I see all the time. I asked Madi's kindergarten teacher where she got her darling green bow sandals and her answer: Kohl's. So then yesterday at church I saw another darling pair and asked the woman where she had gotten them and she said..."Kohl's... And they were so cheap!" So this morning I was in Kohl's looking for a shirt for Jeff. So on the way out I decided to check out their shoe section. Well it was a gold mine! There were TONS of darling shoes and sandals...and lots of them were 80% off! Here, I took pictures:

Not crazy about the crochet but the mint green makes them awesome! And they would look sooo cute with the new mint green maxi dress I just got from Target.

 Mmmm... Turquoise and adorable Love, love, LOVE!

My picture does not do these justice-- they are 3 shades of aqua... They also had these in brown, silver and white...and they were 8.99. Plus another 15% off that. Crazy. They were my faves and I was ready to buy them in every color. But of course guess what the largest size they made any of these sandals in? Thats right...10. Ten. TEN! Really? So it was a goldmine as long as they actually made any of the shoes in your size. big sigh.

So I'm super jealous of everyone with normal sized feet! But the good news is...today I found out that they make special shoes in size 15. At least my feet aren't THAT big! :) 

Baby brain

Sometimes I am amazed at the amount of brain cells you lose when you have a baby. I mean, you know you're tired. The sleep deprivation is pretty obvious. But the loss of brain cells kind of sneaks up on you… Like today, for example. I had to pick Miss M up from school at 11:40. I knew the parking lot at the school would be crowded because of a special event going on, so I decided to leave a little early. I got the other two kids ready, put them in the car, got them seat belted in and then dug around in my purse for my keys. Not finding them, I ran back inside to see if they were on the counter. Nope. So I ran back outside, dug around in my bag again, and asked my three-year-old if she knew where my keys were. (sometimes she plays with them and hides them or loses them). She said they were probably in a drawer. So at this point I am thinking, great, we are going to be late. So I called one of my friends who was picking up her kid from the school and asked her to tell the teacher that I would be late and might need to pick up Miss M in the office since I could not find my keys. Meanwhile, the baby was screaming so I decided to pull both kids out of the car and bring them in the house so my three-year-old could help me find the keys. So I took both kids into the house, put the baby seat down on the floor and went back outside to check my purse one more time. It was then that I noticed the dinging sound coming from the car... You know the sound...it's the one that happens when the door is open and you've left your keys IN THE IGNITION! If I'd had time, I would've smacked myself in the forehead! Seriously? How is it possible that I had stuck the keys in the ignition not two minutes earlier and could not remember that I had done it? Amazing. Well luckily I was able to throw both kids back in the car, call my friend and let her know I was on my way and get to the school before the teacher locked the gate. My only excuse is baby brain...

Monsoon season

Sometimes it rains in the desert. Big storms. And this is what comes pouring off your roof during said storm:

Welcome home Kaeli. Guess I will have to start blogging again. So if you happen to drive thru my town you might get to see these little cuties...

Just sayin...