So-Da-Licious

Man, I should be in advertising with these brilliant titles I come up with.

Anyhoo--I was introduced to these insane sodas by my bff, and there is no looking back.

I haven't touched "pop" (yes, I am from the midwest) since junior high, but these sodas are in such a different class, that I think carbonation is back in my life.

What's crazy is that these heavenly concoctions are bottled and sold within walking distance of my home.

Sean, one of the owner's of Soda Vie, took so much time with me explaining the product, how it's made, and all about the flavors. His enthusiasm is so infectious, that in one week, my hubby and I have tried 6 flavors.

It's really difficult to decide on a favorite, but so far I'm obsessed with the Cucumber. No, wait, the Thai Basil Clove. Oh! I forgot about the Pineapple Cilantro. And then there's the mojito.....

The best part is that I sort of feel as if I'm enjoying a cocktail when having one.

Minus the buzz-so that's a BIG sort of.

YSL? Y-E-S!

I'm not going to be greedy here.

I would be happy with just one of these beauties.

Hint hint to my husband, I am having your second child who happens to be a girl and I am sure would love one of these handed down to her someday and it's much cheaper than that rose gold watch I've been whining about and it's not another purse so that should make you happy and I'm really only half kidding.

I love you. Not kidding.

P.S. the coral one's my favorite.

Not exactly maternity wear...

Maybe it's because I am longing to get creative again with my wardrobe, but I am sort of digging these looks that Anna is sporting.

It's obviously not for everyone, and I'm not sure those who aren't in the fashion industry could get away with it, but I am drawn to both of these.

Sort of Carrie Bradshaw meets Madonna meets lady of the evening.

Now, how cute is she?

This is Sara.

She is cuter than cute. She was featured on Vanessa Jackman's blog (LOVE), and I wanted to know more about her.

Then, when I discovered the name of her blog, I really wanted to know more. It's called Harper and Harley, which is crazy, because these are both names I would LOVE for our little girl, but given our last name starts with an H and isn't what you would call "generic", it sounded like a tongue twister.

Anyhoo-cute Sara lives in Australia, and her blog is serious eye candy.

Go have a look-sie.

She's my favorite.

Oh, Nicole. Where do I begin?

I have loved you for years now, and my love just keeps on growing. I became your stalker when you were sporting that fabulous blonde bob-and yes, I tried to copy it, and no, it wasn't cute on me.

I about passed out when I saw you at Barneys in Beverly Hills holding your drink that was bigger than you were, and the day you ran in front of my car on Robertson blvd. to avoid the paparazzi was one I'll never forget. You even waved to thank me for not running you over.

I think if you had a lame reality show like your dumb friend Paris, where crazy chicks competed to be your BFF, I would enter. And now that Ms. Zoe is out of your life and you're eating again, we could even share clothes. After I have the baby of course. OH! And how perfect is this--you could give me all of Harlow's hand me downs for my little woman, and I can give you all of Addison's clothes for Sparrow!

See, it's perfect.

Speaking of perfect, this get up that you're rocking in this picture is fierce. I wont hold it against you that it's part of your over priced Winter Kate collection. You can make it up to me, by handing it down to your new BFF.

I mean, you don't want to be photographed in it twice, do you?

I've got your back girl--that's what BFF's are for.

Give it to me now.....

Insane earrings from Oscar De La Renta. You can buy them for me here.

I would do anything for love--but I won't do that.

The cutest wedgie I ever did see.
Ahhh, summer. I've never been a big fan. I know, it's like everyone's favorite, but I prefer cooler weather. When everyone is at the pool, or grilling outside, I could be found in a movie theatre, reading in a coffee shop, or in a museum.

Along comes my boy, who LOVES to be outside, and I have to bite the bullet. It makes him so happy, so of course it makes me happy.

No, that's a lie. Sweating like a hog, while the sun is beating down on you, and having to wear leggings because wearing cute summer dresses while chasing a toddler around is NOT an option, does not make me happy.

The smile on his face while swimming however, does.

The way he laughs when I splash water at him, really does.

How he lights up when he gets to play with dirt, or touch some flowers makes me melt.

The desire to play with the swarm of ants on the sidewalk is where I draw the line.

Like Meatloaf says, no, I won't do that.

Today.

Happy Father's Day.

Business as usual.

It's been nuts here.
WAY too much going on. Aside from being 31 weeks pregnant, taking care of the mister, mothering my delicious child, make-up gigs on most weekends, and baking like a mad woman due to an article that came out about my pies, there's the home renovations part 207.

We are working on the new guest bedroom, getting ready to do Add's "big boy room", make a few changes in the nursery, and begin the screened in porch. It's madness, I tell ya. I LOVE the creative process, but then I just want to fast forward to the after result.

These are just some photos that I love to help remind me that there will be a light at the end of the tunnel.
I just hope that light comes before my daughter does.

18.

Today, my boy, you are 18 months old.
For the last year and a half, your daddy and I have been so blessed with taking care of you, loving you, and teaching you.
For the last year and a half, you, my boy, have been my teacher as well.
I am so proud of you-who you are, who you are becoming, what you are accomplishing.
Thank you for being patient with me, as I learn about this mothering thing.
Thank you for making me laugh-belly laugh that produces severe cheek pain and tears.
Thank you for causing your father to beam with pride and love every time he walks through the door and sees you.

Thank you God, for giving us our boy.

See? This is why I need multiple homes.

Judy, who I think might be THE coolest chick ev-ah, has just spruced up her home. It's INSANE.
I am LOSING it over those chevron mirrors, and don't even get me going on that dining room. The combination of modern meets 70s vibe, is something that I LOVE in all aspects of design, and Judy really hit the nail on the head with that here.
If I'm ever in Dallas again, she might need to get a restraining order because that Chandelier in the first photo must be mine.
You've been warned Ms. Judy.
I promise to not take any of your shoes.

Really?

Ms. Heigel, you do not have the reputation of being a wallflower.
How on EARTH did you not speak up regarding this hair "style" of yours? I'm assuming that you actually paid somebody to do this to you. Why? What was the look that you were going for? "I'm thinking something that resembles a helmet. Or maybe a dead animal. I've got it! A dead animal that's been back combed to look like a helmet. From the 60's."

Good grief woman.

Dear Lord......

I have a gut feeling Addison is going to be a drummer. He has been drumming on everything and anything pretty much since I can recall. The first time we gave him an actual drum to play with was at Thanksgiving. He picked up the sticks and went bananas. The dude has rhythm.

Being a huge rock fan, this makes me giddy, and of course I will support him if this turns out to be something other than a "phase". The sex and drugs part of the rock and roll however, will not be tolerated.

Another thing that will not be tolerated is if he drums like this dude.

I will not have ANY part of it.

Spare yourself and do not watch the entire thing--it's hysterical, but one can only take so much.

Redeeming dress.

So I was not a fan of Ms. Saldana'a Oscar dress. I know, I know, most of you were, and I respect that (you're all crazy), but I just thought "toilet bowl brush" as soon as I saw it. And then I thought Bo-Peep in drag.

I loved the top, and there is no question that she is a gorgeous specimen, but the bottom of that dress wore me out.

However, yesterday while my dear husband had to go outside of the Barnes and Noble to have a man to man conversation with our whiney offspring, I was thumbing through InStyle, and came across this picture of her:

Now, THIS I LURVE! I have nasty things to say about the devices on her arms, but I will keep hush hush because the dress is perfection.

Okay, that's a lie. I have to vent. Someone, (a publicist, manager, BFF) should have ripped those things off of her, gave the girl some fierce earrings, and a lifetime supply of gold bangles or something.

Just sayin'.

When life gives you lemons....

You throw them at the lady who works at Old Navy.

It was already a hectic morning. As soon as we got to story time at the library, (late of course), the dude wanted to escape. He stood at the glass door and whined, while all of the other kiddos sat in their mother or father's laps with their hands perfectly folded not making a peep. Okay, I exaggerate a bit, but compared to the dude, this is what it seemed like.

When story time was over, I let him roam the kids area, which is usually a good time for all. Until he spots the book cart. The kid LIVES to push things around, and he can do it forever. The problem with this book cart, was that it was filled with books, and the librarian was restocking the shelves. I tried to distract him with other things, but on came meltdown number 2. Meltdowns aren't fun no matter what, but when you're 7 months preggers, they're NOT a good time.

Off to target to find swim trunks for the man, and of course not one pair available in his size.

Next, the whiny crab and I "walk" to Old Navy. A five minute walk turns into 20. I'll spare you the details.

When we arrive, I put him in one of those bizarre carts that they have, and the whining continues. I dig through my purse to find the ipod which has all of his videos on it-success. It makes him happy. Yes, I have become the parent I swore I wouldn't become-giving your child an electronic to pacify him. Now, I want to buy every gadget on the planet to store in my purse for these "just in case" moments.

We finally make it to the little dude's section when he starts eating the ipod. He is well aware that this is a no-no, and when I communicate that to him, he throws it out of the stroller-the attachable speaker detaches, brakes in several pieces, and his whining gets louder.

THIS is when Ms. Old Navy with her stupid microphone Janet Jackson unnecessary headpiece decides to come over and ask if we are finding everything okay.

REALLY??!!!!!! You see a mother picking tiny plastic pieces up off the floor, trying to give life back to the i pod, while her kid is losing his marbles and you ask if we are finding everything okay?? I couldn't even look at her, because I was afraid that if I made eye contact I would be asking the dear Lord for forgiveness until Addison got his driver's license.

I just gave a curt "yes", and hoped she'd catch my drift.

NOPE. Ms. mush for brains decided to stand there and say to Add, "what's wrong?", which only made him cry harder, and my blood boil faster. What the heck do you think is wrong???

Is this what they teach you in corporate training? That when there's dozens of other customers in the store that you should just irritate the you know what out of a pregnant mother with a screaming child?

The WORST part of it all was that even after all that, I could see her out of the corner of my eye (still avoiding eye contact here), that she was just STANDING THERE WATCHING US!!!!

That was it, Lord grant me patience, because I have to look at this woman, I have to communicate that this is NOT okay, and I promise to do it non-verbally.

So, I slowly turn my head, and look at her dead in the eye-well the creepy retail smile didn't go anywhere, but she did walk away, and I thought of 72899935 things I would like to scream at her, but I bit my tongue. Hard.

And this was all before noon.