mail call...

(The Garden. Crafted for my beautiful sister this Christmas.)

Dear Miles,
     What is with the obsession with Vaseline baby boy? You love to take the container, run away and smear it all over your face, stomach and the house. It is...interesting.

Dear Friends,
     Last night was divine! It is wonderful that after ALL these years I can still be exactly who I am with you all. I love the way you love me. And I love you too!

Dear Husband,
     Thank you for not trying to have me committed after my little...ahem... incident with the screwdriver. I promise to do better controlling my temper next time. Also, I love you because instead of getting mad because I broke the door, you made me feel like a very loved, very normal and sane person.  (Even though we both know that's not the case. :0) )


Dear Baby in my Belly,
     You are movin and groovin now son! Only 13 weeks til meet meet! I love you so much already and I adore the name we have picked out just for you! I really hope this one sticks!

Dear Sweet Reader,
     Wouldn't you love to hear more about the craziness that goes on in my ocd riddled brain? Well, you're in  luck! Lately I feel it's time to share a little more of the story with the world. Maybe it will open me up to ridicule. Maybe it will be cathartic. Maybe it will help someone. Maybe even you.

Dear 20 lbs,
     I did not expect to see you so soon! Seriously body, we've still got 3 months of gaining to do so let's ease up just a tad eh?

Dear Curtains from World Market,
     We decided to go in a different direction with the spending of our Christmas cashola... But I will be saving up for you! Thanks again to our wonderful family for being so very generous! (But it is still really weird to spend money! Really weird but really fun.)

Dear Tampa Family,
     Ready or not... here we come! See you Friday night!

Dear Alesha,
     Why do you have to do things like run marathons and make me feel all lazy and gross!?! Shame on you for being so darn motivated and inspiring!

Dear Self,
     It is not wise to compare yourself to others. Ever. Especially when you're extra pregnant and extra emotional.

Love,
M

mail call...

(me calling for help in this time of napping crisis. Will you rescue me?)

Dear Miles,
It is NOT great that you learned how to climb out of your crib. Yes, you are an excellent climber and it is VERY cute when you come running out of your room beaming and shouting "I'm happy!" (You're so proud of yourself!) But I need the peace and calm of nap time... Like really need it so you're gonna have to stay in that bed for me son.

Dear December,
You are here. You tried to sneak up on me but this year I was ready. Christmas cards, shopping, and plans are pretty much done. In your face! Plans for Miles' birthday...now that's another story.

Dear Baby In My Belly,
You are precious to me and I can't wait to meet you in four short months! Let's get all the sleep we can now K? That means no more of this crazy insomnia we've been dealing with lately. Thanks! Oh, also the constant peeing could stand a tiny decrease as well... if you can swing it.

Dear Mail Man,
Thank you for delivering so many good tidings this week! Letters and presents are so so much better than bills!

Dear Christmas Budget,
Sadly, we laughed in your face once again this year. Hopefully we'll do better next time.

Dear The Power of a Positive Mom.
You are excellent, inspiring reading! I think I'll recommend you to the blogging world at large.

Dear Drew,
We need a bigger, much more comfy bed. A nice pillow top king with puffy white pillows and blankets...aahhh.

Dear Post,
It is taking me like a year to type you because of the tiny guy that I keep having to stop and put back to bed. I think I'll just give up now.

Dear Reader,
If you don't hear from me for a while, assume my child is no longer napping and I have no free time to blog. It has been really really great sharing our lives with you!

M

mail call...

(Pulling. This. Off.)

Dear Harry Potter 7 (part one), I reeeeeally need you to be everything I hope for you. Otherwise I will have watched literally every preview a dozen times for nothing and that will just be sad.

Dear Sue,
I just gotta say, you will forever be the Thanksgiving Queen. Anyone that can get a turkey cooking from beyond the grave has my deepest rescpect and admiration.

Dear Tummy,
You are welcome to stay for a while and even get bigger I suppose, but beware... I am coming after you in May 2011. Your butt is smut. (To alter a less than lady-like phrase).


Dear Christmas Card Photos,
I am sad that it looks as if you won' t happen this year. At least I have an archive full of goodness to choose from.

Dear Husband,
Thank you for getting me. You are so kind to me always. I love that I can honestly say that after all this time (and all my craziness) you have never raised your voice nor spoken an unkind word to me. I love you so.

Dear Hair Accessory I Just made,
You are totally cute enough to fetch a profit. But I'm pretty sure you're too cute to part with.

Dear Baby Boy,
It breaks my heart when you cry at bedtime and say "No Dark! No Dark!" I blame Halloween and all the spooky teenagers dressed as monsters.

Dear Baby Brother,
Your  pictures from the ultrasound have me swooning! I CAN NOT WAIT to meet you! Also, what do you want your name to be lil guy?

Dear December Funds,
Seriously, I have Christmas AND a birthday. Don't run out on me now!

Dear Family,
Let's go to the fair next week. PLEASE. I want to see Miles pet the animals and try his first funnel cake.

Love,
M

(via)

mail call...

(via my home girl)

Dear Husband,
     I'm going to miss you this weekend while I'm in JAX literally partying my pants off. Be sure to eat healthy while I'm gone.

Dear Wild Bachelorette Party Weekend,
     Be kind to me. Let me rest and hydrate when needed. But also let me take my hair down and boogie down for a while! I need to move and shake and get a little CRAZY!!!

Dear Sad, Petty and Pathetic Woman...no girl, you're still just a girl,
     I feel sorry for you. I really do. You are a small and twisted person. I hope one day you can grow up and be as cool as me.

Dear Miles,
     When I sneezed and you said "Bess you," yesterday I nearly melted to death right there. I love you.

Dear Baby Bump,
     Back off! I am ONLY 15 weeks in! It is NOT time to be popping out yet!!! (But I wouldn't mind feeling a few kicks from the tiny one living inside you!)

Dear EVERYONE,
     Have you booked your spot in the Lindsey Lou Christmas Photo Party yet??? It is GREAT deal and you will not be sorry.

Dear Barbie,
     Have you finished The Hunger Games series yet? Do it and then call me so we can talk about it. I need you to LOVE IT!!! Also... Do you still go by Barbie or am I just your most behind and annoying friend???

Dear Marquesas,
     Stop being such a wimpy kiddy baby whiner and go exercise.

Dear Florida State University MBA program,
     I knew you were smart enough to recognize genius when you saw it. My hubby is gonna rock your world. (And then can you please help him get a good job after...please???)

Dear Shelley and Lindsey and Jenn Beast,
     We are so close but so far away. When will my soul sisters come over to play???

Dear Olivia,
    Pop me out a cute baby girl this weekend please and don't skimp on the pics! In fact, just go here and book today.

Dear Reader,
     Thanks for caring, well at least reading my ramblings. You make me feel so loved.

M

mail call...

Dear Greys Anatomy, 
     Yes, I will watch again. But don't you DARE try to kill off my McDreamy Cakes again!


Dear Intuition, 
     I knew I had you, I just had no idea how strong you actually were. Thank you for coming through for me today.


Dear Hunger Games,
     I can barely think about you w/o tearing up. (What is WRONG with me?!?) Might as well just read Mockingjay and hope for the best.


Dear Barbie,
     Did you know I adore you? Well, now you do. Your kids' not so bad either. :0)


Dear Fall Friendship Swap,
     I can not WAIT to get started crafting my little fingers to the bone!!!


Dear Sweet Sweet Baby Miles,
     I LOVE that you have been saying "Please." "Thank you." And "Excuse me," all without prompt.


Dear Fall,
     You are so wrong for showing up w/o the nice boot weather you promised.


Dear Readers, 
     I have another little secret surprise for you soon...


Dear Cheesecake in my oven,
     You smell so very yummy. How will you ever make it to Enrichment tonight w/o me sneaking a taste???


Dear Husband,
     Thank you for your kisses every morning when you could just as easily sneak out while I'm still snoozin'. I love you.


Love,


M

mail call...

 (via)

Dear Sleep,

     Why did you leave me? And when will you return? I need you desperately as I am one crabby apple without your presence in my life.

Dear Husband,

     One week till we board a big fancy boat and sail away from all worldly cares and bask in the deliciousness of each other!

Dear Monster that has possessed my sweet sweet baby, 

     You are a demon to be exercised and I will defeat you. (OK, really I'll curl into a ball of defeat and wait till my baby returns)

Dear Sister,

     I am so proud of you being cast as Shelby in Steel Magnolias!!! My sister the star!!!

Dear Shelley and Brad, 

     Have I mentioned how totally stoked I am that we're all cruisin' together!?! It is gonna be BOMB!!!

Dear Mable, 

     Thanks for staying up all night with me these past few nights. (Even if you do get to sleep all day while I work.)

Dear Sugar Cookies,

     You make my tummy smile.

Love to all,

M

mail call...

Dear pants that were too big a week ago,

Why do you mysteriously fit now? WHY???

Dear Drew,

I love you because you reset the alarm for me every morning without fail. You're pretty much the best.

Dear Organic Food,

How can I make you taste, like food?

Dear Bloggers,

I love you! This blogosphere makes my day all the time!

Dear Americas Got Talent,

Darn, you sucked me in again. Stupid drill swallowing couple.

Dear Lindsey Lou Photography,

I am on pins and needles awaiting the proofs from yesterday!!! You have a gift.

Dear P90X,

Big fat fail this week huh? Watch out though. We're comin for you tonight.

Dear Shelley,

Did you not get the memo about this being Hang Out with Friends month? I miss you.

Love,

M

(ps how cute is my baby in this photo captured by Lindsey Lou Photography?)

mail call...

(my tiny just one year ago)


Dear alarm clock,
I hate you. Always have. Always will.

Dear Double Fudge Brownie Ice Cream,
You are creamy, chewy and delicious. Be mine won't you?

Dear terrible mean teeth trying to bust through my baby's gums,
HURRY UP already and STOP torturing my angel!

Dear Husband,
Even though I couldn't sleep last night it was really great to snuggle up to your warm body and smell your Old Spice pits.

Dear Relay for Life,
We are gonna kick your butt this weekend!

Dear Sewing machine,
You will NOT beat me.

Dear reader,
I hope you're having a lovely day! And seriously, go try some double fudge brownie!

M

sometimes our mail man brings us love...

We just received a package in the mail... there was a lovely little book inside for the tiny guy! All about drumming no less! And monkeys! Needles to say he adores it!




Also there was a little surprise for me! Not too shabby eh?



Thank you Mom! And Miles thanks you too! We LOVED our little surprise!

M

*Side note- I was wearing this SAME tee the last time love came to me thru mail... time to go shopping.