Mommin' It Up!

May 14, 2008May 14, 2008

WFMW: Easy Eyeshadow

For many years, I was, like millions of women, eyeshadow-challenged. Then, I met my BFF Luanne and she showed me the eyeshadow light. It doesn’t have to be that hard, ladies!! Now, all I do for an every day look is put on two colors. I put a light color on my browbone and my lashline, and a darker color in the middle – and voila! Here is a picture of my eye, with eyeshadow on. (I hope it doesn’t creep you out that it’s just my big ol’ EYE!)

I personally use Mary Kay eyeshadow and I think it is the bomb-diggity, but this technique should work with any eyeshdow as long as you have got the color placement right. That’s light on top and pbottom, dark in the middle. I use Mary Kay Crystalline on top & bottom and either Lucky Penny (which is what I have on in the picture) or Sugarplum, depending on whether I am wearing warm or cool colors that day.

So, Luanne’s eyeshadow tips work for me! Now, it is obvious from the picture that I DO need eyebrow help, but I am a big ol’ scaredy cat, especially after Emily’s experience with waxing! So, I am going to head over to Rocks in My Dryer to see if anyone has posted a Works for Me Wednesday on that topic! Go see if you can find the answer to anything you need help with!

May 13, 2008May 13, 2008

There’s no crying in t-ball (or at least there shouldn’t be).

Kate is in the midst of her first season of t-ball. It’s about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. They are all doing their best to remember which way to run and what to do when the ball is hit to them… and of course most of them are doing the requisite playing in the dirt. There are no outs, no keeping score – it’s all about learning the rules of the game and having fun.

Having fun. Yes, that is the idea. Most of them are doing just that… but there’s always an exception to the rule.

So what to do if your kid isn’t having fun? How do you know when it’s time to chalk the registration fee up to a loss and try again next year? How are you to determine if your kid’s just not ready for t-ball? It’s a tough decision to make, I’m sure (or at least it seems to be for one family on our team), so let me clear it up for you.

(I swear I am not making this up.)

— If he bursts into tears at the sight of the ball diamond, your kid might not be ready for t-ball.
— If you have to hit the ball for him, your kid might not be ready for t-ball.
— If you have to carry him from base to base, your kid might not be ready for t-ball.
— If you are the tallest person doing the team cheer, your kid might not be ready for t-ball.
— If you will forever be immortalized in the team picture because you’re forcibly holding your son in place, your kid might not be ready for t-ball.
— If, on the way to first base, he takes off his batting helmet and kicks it, your kid might not be ready for t-ball.
— If he spits in the coach’s face and, when asked to apologize, throws dirt at her, your kid might not be ready for t-ball.
— If he then hits the same coach as he walks off the field, your kid might not be ready for t-ball.

Yeah, call me crazy, but I think It’s time to give up the ghost. I feel really sorry for the poor kid – he is obviously miserable. I just don’t understand his parents’ insisting he continue to play. His future MLB career is not resting upon this season. I felt bad for the mom, too, until I saw her struggling to spank the little hellion without dropping her cigarette. Ugh.

Oh, and one more thing… if you tell the coaches your kid doesn’t respond to his given name and they should call him by the name of his favorite WWE wrestler, you might be a redneck.

May 12, 2008

Prized Possession

I belong to my family, and they belong to me. But these days, I mostly belong to Sophie. Bobby and Joshua are trying, I think, to be patient until she is ready to let go of me a little. When I enter the room, whether I’ve been gone for two minutes or two hours, she greets me with unbridled joy. She lets out a shriek of glee and then gets to me as fast as she can, throws her arms around my legs, and then tries to climb up my body. If I pick her up, she rubs her face all over my chest. Any reunion, no matter how small the separation, is a reason for her to want to nurse. Last night as I nursed her before I put her to bed, she clutched a section of my hair in a death grip, and after a few minutes I was forced to wrestle my locks loose because she was pulling my head down so hard my neck was killing me. So then she started rubbing the bottom of her warm little foot on my cheek (ah, the flexibility!) while holding my hand. So sweet. So crazy!

Sophie girl, you wear me out. That’s probably an understatement. But tonight, I might just let you hold on to my hair, because I know one day, not too far from from now, I will wistfully long for the days when I was not only your Mommy, but your favorite toy, your plaything, and your prized possession.