Starting from the top left and working my way down to the bottom right...
1. We left for Vancouver, WA at 2 in the afternoon and didn't get there until after 6, or maybe it was later.  There was so much traffic, but Emma slept most of the way, and Max was his awesome traveler self.  We played the ABC game on the way and Max took over and we were only looking for the letter "W".  He's boss.
2. There was a birthday celebration, which meant there were balloons.  Max had fun letting go the balloon and having someone give it back to him, just so he could let it go.  This went on and on and on.
3. Emma loved the balloon.  You would hold it in front of her face and her arms would get stiff, she'd move her little hands fast, and say, "Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
4. Emma was watching the parade and just relaxing like most soon to be 6 month olds.
5 & 6. Max discovered the game of foosball and nothing else mattered.
7. Bacon on the turkey. Enough said.
8. Max was seriously good at playing foosball and wanted to play All. Night.
9. Neighborhood watch.

I tried to get both of them too look at me and give me a cheesy smile. Pictures 1-9: fail.

Our family.

I hope you guys had a great Thanksgiving and ate to your hearts content. 

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Emma's First Text

Yesterday Emma sent her first text message.  I don't know whether to be impressed with her spelling or a bit worried....

I could not stop laughing.  I called my Mom to tell her what Emma did, and I was laughing so hard that I started to cry.   Max started laughing too, but he had no clue as to why he was laughing along with me.  

My silly mustached boys.

Max loves to put puzzles together again, again, and again.  Emma was telling Daddy and Daddy was telling him which piece he needed.  Then Max would tell Emma, "You're such a good helper Emma."  So. Cute.

I registered Max for Winter classes offered through the city.  He'll start a multi sport class in January, and continue with his preschool classes as well.  Should be a busy and fun few months!  Can you believe it's already going to be December?  I turn 31 on Monday.  31....let that sink in.  Or I guess you could easily say I'm going to be 29 plus 2 years, whatever.   My birthday falls on cyber Monday or cyber Monday falls on my birthday.  Either way, there's some serious shopping that might get done.  Don't tell Ian. 

In honor of the holiday that most have forgotten about because we're ready for Christmas, I hope you all have a Happy Thanksgiving!   May you be surrounded with loved ones, great food, and drinks (of the alcohol kind if you are of age) and football (Go Steelers!).   We're spending the holiday with family here in WA, and I'm pretty excited!  

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Where do the weekends go?  One minute it's Friday, and the next you know it's already Monday.  Most people this morning took to twitter to curse this day.  I guess most people have a very bad case of the Mondays.  I, however, do not.  I spent my morning snuggling my little favorites and drinking my sweet goodness that is called coffee.  I actually have to measure the amount of creamer I was putting into my cup of joe, because really it was a small amount of joe with large amounts of coldstone sweet cream creamer.  Have you tried it?  Sweet. Goodness.   You'll want to drink it straight with no coffee.

Last night we watched the AMAs.  One Direction (aka one of my sister's favoritest bands ever.)  performed.  I've never seen them perform.  I enjoy texting pictures of Harry to my sister on an almost daily basis.  I don't know why, but I call it fun.   So last night I'm watching them perform for the first time, and Harry started to sing. 

Ian wasn't impressed with their performance and doesn't call them a band.  He's a hater.  Coming from a girl who was a die hard NSYNC fan, I totally get why teen girls love the 1D boys.  

Moving along backwards.  We went to church again yesterday morning.  This time we went to the later mass because that's when the younger crowd was suppose to show up.  Not the case, but there was a drummer and a bongo player, which made Max's day.   Emma was a gem.  She slept until the last 5 minutes.  She woke up with smiles, sticking out her tongue, and growling.  It was an entertaining 5 minutes for those around us.  Max was also a gem, minus the  nano second he dropped the kneeler down and it made a loud noise while everyone was sitting  quietly deep in prayer, and the small case of giggles he had.  I blame the giggles on Ian.   Jesus is watching Ian.   Oh, that's something I've been telling Max when he chooses to talk back to me, which is all the time.  Jesus is watching, Santa is watching... I think I might be scaring him by saying that.    Max was going to grab Ian's beer yesterday and I told him, "No Max, that's yucky." He responded with, "No. You yucky!" Zingers that kids throws at me.  Or if I tell him something he doesn't like, "No, don't say that word!"  Talk back all you want Max, there's a step with your name on it.  aka timeout.  aka where he sits and cries, cries, cries. aka the time Emma laughs at Max because she thinks he's putting on a show.  Funny.  Not so much.

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Hello Sunshine

Today marks day three of us waking up to some sunshine.  Even Max is surprised with all the sun exclaiming, "It's sunny again?!"   It's so beautiful out that we took a walk yesterday down to the lake.  Beautiful, yes.  Freaking cold, YES.  It only made sense to get the kid a milkshake, with it being so cold and all.  Max was one happy, very cold, camper.

This week I hung our stockings by the fireplace.  Max spends his time saying, "M-A-X, Max, that's me Mommy!"  I cannot wait to get Elf on a Shelf this year. 
Ian set up the garage so I can get my fitness on while the kiddos can play.  Well, Max plays and Emma just gets to sit and watch.  They are the two cutest workout buddies.
Yesterday I got an early birthday gift from my family.  My first pair of rain boots!! Max told me to take a picture, so obviously I take pictures way too often...

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Everyone Poops

Saturday Max woke up with a runny nose.  The poor guy's nose was like a faucet and would yell, "Boogers!" grab a Kleenix, clean his nose (but really he didn't), and throw the Kleenex away (which was a clean Kleenex.).  I took over nose wiping duty.  He was still his trouble maker self, but you could tell by looking at his eyes that he wasn't feeling well.  Thing about germs is they spread so easily, so poor sweet Emma woke up Sunday with a runny nose.  Sick babies are so sad looking.  She was still happy, but her eyes....oh so sad.   Total she's had 5 steam baths.  Nights were the worst, because she couldn't sleep, because she couldn't breathe from her nose, which meant I couldn't sleep.  So Monday and Tuesday were rough.   Last night Max fell asleep at 6:00, and woke up this morning at 8:00.  Emma slept the whole night, once she got comfortable.  I slept so hard.  Those germs though....now I'm feeling a bit under the weather.   Curse you germs!  Mom's don't get sick days, so I'm going to pretend that I'm a-ok.  I'm okay.  I'm okay.  I feel like crap and my head just might explode, but I'm okay.

Emma is a teething machine and tries to attack anything and everything, and puts it in her mouth.  She got her tiny hands on Max's hockey net, and this happened.  Max wasn't very happy with her slobber on his hockey net, so he pried it out of hands and moved it to safety.  The hockey net lives to see another day. 

Sweet Emma.  She napped a lot throughout the days while she was sick, but only in my arms. I love baby snuggles, but I couldn't get anything done.  So when Ian would get home the house was a mess, and he'd ask, "Rough day?"  Umm yes...rough day snuggling our baby girl. 

Max LOVES this story.  He's heard it so many times that he has it memorized and reads it to us. This morning we couldn't get out of bed until we read it together.  What a great way to start your day, don't you think?  

Happy Wednesday.  I'm not going to use the word that usually gets said with a Wednesday (**** Day), because then I get inappropriate searches on my blog and very inappropriate referring sites. No thank you.  Those doing the naughty searches are super disappointed when they see it's a blog about the Mommyhood...and poop, because everyone poops. 

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Friday:  We decorated our Christmas Tree.  No, I didn't type that wrong.  Our tree is up and decorated, and the smile on Max's face...I would leave this tree up all year, but I could only imagine the comments that people would say.  We're already getting them for putting our tree up early.  Well you nonearly Christmas people, don't go to Disneyland/world, they already have it decorated.  Don't go to the stores, they already have decorations out.  Don't watch commercials, because they already are showing holiday goodies.   Don't go to Starbucks because they already have their red cups and holiday drinks.   Maybeeeee you should watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas and have your heart grow a few sizes.  Bahhumbug to you.  Tell Max our tree is up too early, and see what happens.  I dare you.

I let him decorate the tree.  I couldn't stop laughing once he was done.  All the ornaments are at the bottom all clustered up.  He was so happy with his work.  After we were done (nonearly Christmas people look away now) we watched Polar Express and had hot chocolate.  It was a perfect evening.

Saturday: A couple of Ian's friends came into town and we went exploring downtown.  We went to lunch at a place called Tat's Delicatessen.  Holy yum.  The sandwiches were so good.  The people that own the place are from Philly so they have jerseys of all their sports teams.  Max kept saying, "Oh it's the bad guys!"

We then went to Pike Place Market.  I love it there.  We went to Starbucks, not the original one, but the one that is one block away with no long line.  Holiday drinks are buy one get one free from 2-5 so you better believe us early Christmas people hit that up.

We went to a Silvertips game last night.  It was really fun.  It definitely wasn't the Coyotes, but it was fun to watch hockey again.  Max loved it.  He wore his Coyotes jersey.  We justified his wearing it because Peter Mueller use to play for the Silvertips and once played for the Coyotes, and he's 3 and cute.

When we got home Ian and I watched The Heat.  I laughed, like really laughed.  That Melissa McCarthy (who will always be Suki to me) is one funny lady.

Sunday:  Right now I'm watching Emma play in her saucer and baby chat me up.  I'm watching a Christmas movie that is way too sad.   Hello tears in the first 5 minutes...
So I've now finished the movie.  It was a true story.  I had the ugly cries going on.  A Heart for Christmas.  Netflix it, with tissues.

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In the past week or so, I don't know what's happened to my Max...the one who was a happy camper.  The one who would laugh at my silly jokes.  The one who would talk to me in his sweet 3 year old voice.  That Max is no where in sight.  Now I have a 3 year old who thinks he's going through his teenage years, I'm boss, you don't know anything Mom, I'm going to stomp my feet, phase.  He doesn't laugh at my jokes.  Okay, maybe he's just realized that they aren't funny.   I don't know. 

Last night we asked what he wanted for dinner.  He settled on ravioli.  I made it for him, cut it up all nice.  I set it on his table and nicely said, "Maaaax! Come eat your dinnerrrrr!"  To which he replied, "NO! I NOT EAT DINNER!"  Umm....deep breath from me.  "It's ravioli.  You just said you wanted ravioli." He said, "I  NOT want ravioli!"  Deeper breath from me.  He slowly makes his pouty way into the kitchen.  I told him he needed to take a bite.  He looks at me, grabs a gold fish cracker, put it in his mouth, chews it with some umph, and runs away before taking a bite of ravioli.  That's how meal times go lately.  He asks for something, and then gets pissed because I got him what he wanted. 

Is he wanting attention?  I feel like I give him plenty of attention.  I play baseball, soccer, hockey, football, AND basketball with him.  One right after another.  We'll read books.  We'll sing Row Row Row Your Boat over and over again, and then one more time because he said, "Again Mommy!"  Why is my 3 year old acting like a rebellious 13 year old?  I not like it! (as Max would say)

We asked him this morning what nickname he likes: Boo Boo, Bear, or Maxwell.  He said, "Max.  I just Max." 

Yes, you are Max.

He's growing up too fast.
Okay, I'm going to go cry now. 
Happy Thursday!
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I'm Done For

She was having a grand time falling over on the couch.

Then she got serious because Max was playing across from her,
and she wanted to go be by her bff.

I still can't believe she can sit by herself. 

We went and watched Ian play hockey on Monday night.
Max saw his Daddy score the first goal, ate a yummy looking
homemade oatmeal cookie, and had fun laughing at the man
yelling next to us.  The guy was yelling in Russian, and I have
no clue what he was saying, but it sounded mean.

We put up the tree on Monday.  We haven't decorated it
just yet, but it's never too early for Christmas.  The decorations I did
put around the house, get hidden on the steps by a certain
3 year old who thinks is soooo funny.  It's not.

This kid...he's funny, silly, bossy, down right naughty, and
can drive me crazy, but the minute he looks at me and says,
"I love you Mommy." I'm done for.

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That She Is

Saturday night we made pizza, snuggled on the couch, watched the Coyotes game (they were down 2 goals, came back tied the game, and then won in a shootout!) and then watched White House Down. I even drank (chugged) a glass of white wine.  It's growing on me.  

Emma tried apples over the weekend.  She was not a fan.

She got back at me by trying to claw my face off.  Looks like such a sweet
moment with us, but she's vicious with her clawing.

Max put this on Emma's head and declared her a princess.
Then this happened and my heart almost exploded.
Today we went to church.  It's been a long time since we've gone (responses were way different from what I remember saying), and I was worried about how the kiddos would behave.  Max was really good, because he was still tired and he knew that he would get a special treat if he behaved.  Good boy he is when a special treat is involved.  Emma was good.  She started to get fussy and I took her to the cry room.  The minute we entered the room she was quiet as a mouse.  A mom with her two daughters started chatting with me and I asked the age of her youngest little girl.  She answered 9 months.  Emma was much bigger than her and I told her Emma is 5 months and she said, "Wow she's a big girl!"   That. She. Is.  


When I was a Kid....

Linking up with Janine to Finish the Sentence Friday.

When I was a kid I thought...

-my uncles were mean because they would torture me with the gold butterflies on my grandma's wall. They thought it was funny.  It wasn't.  I was scarred for life.  (They weren't really mean, they just made not nice choices towards my fear of butterflies.)

-my Grandma Molly made the best tortillas.  It was even better when she'd let me help make them, and then we'd eat a warm, freshly made tortilla with butter.  Yum-o.

-my Grandma Grace's house was the greatest place to be when all the Tenorios were in town. 

-I would live in Vaughn forever. 

-I would marry Jonathan Taylor Thomas.   Home Improvement was one of my favorite shows and I loved JTT. Uh, hello Bop Magazine.

-Lisa Frank trapperkeepers were a must for each school year.  Colorful and organizational.

-New Kids on the Block were the best and I was going to marry Jordan. (I wanted to marry a lot of boys.)

-I had a long lost twin (after reading Sweet Valley Twins) and my Mom must have given her up for adoption. 

-joining the track team was going to be fun.  It wasn't.

-dogs were the scariest animal ever.  My cousin had a huge dog that scared the begeezus out of me.

-I was so cool when my Mom let me buy a Cover Girl powder compact.  I'd take it out during school and put powder on...I think I may have put too much on during the day.

It's so funny to think about what you thought as a kid, and then look at how things are now.  I knew a whole lot of nothing, but at that time I thought I knew everything. Silly me.   Well Mr. Fussypants is out in full force. Again.  He's mad because I cut his sammich in triangles, he wanted rectangles.  He doesn't want to eat it here, he wants to eat it there.  He doesn't want juice, he wants milk.  Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.  Fun stuff.

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-Today was Max's last soccer practice.   He scored a goal!  He also stood up for himself to a little bully (who I have nicknamed jerk face.  Real mature, I know) and first used his words, then resorted to pushing the kid back.  Jerk face, who is a really cute kid, but happens to be a bully and pushes the other kids, kept pushing Max throughout practice.  It wasn't just when they were playing soccer, but also when they were practicing their dribbling and doing running drills.  Max had enough and yelled, "Don't push me!" and then pushed him with all his three year old might.  I'd never seen Max so mad.   I know getting physical isn't the answer.  When I was teaching it drove me crazy when kids did this, but I have to say I was proud of Max.   The kid left Max alone after that.   Emma was bored with it all and fell asleep.

-I created a page for my blog on Facebook (So official), and if you go HERE and like it, that would be super.

-I've updated the Blogs I Love, so click on over and check some of those out.  I'll tell you for the millionth time, If you aren't reading Camp Patton you are missing out.   Now those are only some of the blogs I love.  I follow so many, it's ridiculous or sad...I don't know.

-I also updated the Product Review page. 

-My cousin, Adrianna, has her own Etsy shop.  She designs and creates some lovely lingerie.

-My friend, Jessa, has an Etsy shop with custom made goodies.

-My crafty friend, Eryn (maker of Emma's hat) has a Facebook page for her business, Almost Peaches.  Go like away!

-I leave you with a video of Emma laughing at the one person she finds funny.  Max. 

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Rose VoxBox

This month I received my first VoxBox.  When I saw the pretty rose colored box, I got super excited to see what goodies were inside for me to test. 

Lindt LINDOR Milk Chocolate Truffles
$3.99 for 5.1oz bag
Umm hello delicious, melt in your mouth, I could eat it all day chocolate. These happen to be my favorite chocolate candies to get during the holidays.  It's like Voxbox knows my chocolate loving heart.  They come in 10 flavors. Definitely great for stocking stuffers, so I hope Santa is reading this post.
Rimmel London Scandaleyes Retro Glam Mascara
I'm not a mascara girl, and I always have a hard time finding one I like.  Most tend to clump and irritate my eyes.  When I tried this particular kind I liked the design of the brush.  It didn't gob on the brush itself, and when I put it on it wasn't clumpy.  The major thing I liked is that it didn't irritate my eyes.  I also only wore the mascara, no eyeliner and it was scandaleyes.  Did you like that?
Kiss Gradation Polishes
$6.99 available at Walgreens
I never, ever polish my nails.  Ever.  When I saw this in the Voxbox I honestly didn't think I was going to like it, and it was going to take forever.  While I was feeding Emma some sweet potatoes I easily painted my nails between bites.  I'm not a fan of the gold color, but it would look great for the holidays.  Lucky for you nonloving gold people like myself, it comes in 4 different colors.
beiVita crunchy Breakfast Biscuits
$3.69 for a box of 5 packets of 4 biscuits
Holy yum. These biscuits are Mommy, Daddy, and toddler approved.  There are 4 biscuits in a package and they were gone before we could say belVita.  I tried the cinnamon brown sugar and it tasted like I was eating an oatmeal cookie.  So good.  Each package of 4 biscuits has 18-20g of whole wheat grain.  Easy on the go breakfast for those mornings when I take Max to school, library or soccer.
Dr. Scholl's For Her Cozy Cushions
If you want to feel like you're wearing slippers all day, but really you're wearing your cute boots, I highly recommend these cozy cushions.  These heavenly cushions keep your feet warm and dry, which in cold, rainy WA is a must!!  They have a multi-layer design that insulate your feet while two plush, cozy layers give you extra cushioning.
I received these products complimentary from Influenster for testing purposes


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