Kestan spews sardonically, licking her lips from the spit bursting forth with her crude and hateful tone.

What is it about doing things with the second child, and realizing it was so much more fun with the first? Is that just how it works? Lillian and I are doing "school" a few days a week, working from a pre-k book and doing flashcards, then discussing days of the week and weather on our (handmade!)chart. Teaching Addie was always so new, so fun, and I loved it all. While its still enjoyable to see her little mind at work, and to know the wheels are turning by observing her week to week, there are moments like this that make me...cringe...for lack of a better word. (Insert video I can't figure out how to upload, in combination of lack of patience for such things this close to my 10pm bed time) I've been crafting up a storm lately, making fun chevron projects and bows. A little over a month or so ago the owner of Vintage Crush found me on etsy and asked me if I'd like to put some things in their new boutique. Of course, extremely excited and flattered that someone would ask ME to put MY items in THEIR shop, I said yes. We're doing things on a trial basis, put some things in their shop and see how it goes for a few weeks before I know for sure if it will be a more constant thing. It turns out her husband actually runs the shop, and he used to be a project manager at walmart before quitting to make this dream of theirs come true. He's very nice, very easy to talk to, and REALLY enjoys visiting. Like, really. I almost feel I should bring my porch rocking chair and gallon of sweet tea to the shop to make it a proper setting for the conversations we have. I know about his wife, his two year old, his house that flooded, the crafter that he had to let go (who was also a personal friend of theirs), his previous position, his hours he spent doing it, how much it costs to add a shopping tab to your facebook shop page, his bank account, social secur...well, you get the picture. Just a really trusting, good natured guy. I love people like that, honestly. Addie wants to be a cheerleader, and will be going to a "cheer clinic" next week. I get to watch her give their surprise performance next Thursday at a game! She practices after school for three days before the game. Part of me screams "NO!!! NO KESLYN!! REMEMBER THE CHEERLEADERS YOU KNEW ABOUT!! HOW THEY SECRETLY LAUGHED AT YOU WHEN YOU TRIED OUT AND FAILED, AND PROVIDED NO TISSUES FOR YOUR UNDESERVING TEARS!! NOBODY UNDERSTANDS LATE BLOOMERS IN HIGH SCHOOL!!! YOU SHOULD BE GLAD YOU WERE CORRUPTED LATE!!" yada yada yada...and I know this is the same for Doug, because he was the football player that dated THOSE cheerleaders in high school, or at least was the communal "scratching" post for all those vixen felines, whose hormones were shocked into action the very second he turned the hall corner. Or so he puts it. (I can so just see him hamming it up, and if it was even around at the time, quoting "Laters, Baby" with a wink. Bahahaha...) I can hardly poke fun, I remember being the "exotic looking new girl from Southside (considered a preppy school at the time, certainly false advertising that maybe I fit in there at all) who captured all the tenth grade boys' hearts (obviously because I was a year older, and older chicks are hot when you're a tenth grader)". Or something to that effect. What was my point? Oh, right...cheering-totally on the fence about it.

Yummy recipe we tried recently, salmon stuffed tomatoes!! The stuffing also had orzo, cucumber, and ranch. It was a great summer recipe, so light and fresh!! I'm making dog food. Every bit of that sentence is true. Don't laugh. I feel like such a freaking hippie, and Doug already thinks I'm all hippie anyways...but apparently this is cool, because its a part of "self-sustainability", which he is ALL about. But seriously, who makes dog food? "Well SURE, go ahead and start telling people you're doing something as STUPID as making your own dog food. Like they don't already think you're ridiculous, or trying to make up for something you are apparently and obviously lacking. 'Oh my gosh, I'm so perfect, I never do anything wrong, look at all I have, and my perfect children, and my husband who lets me stay at home, and all these nice friends, and my crafting abilities, and how I like to cook, and now look, I can make dog food...' JUST BUY THE DAMN FOOD AT WALMART LIKE EVERY OTHER NORMAL PERSON!!!!", Kestan spews sardonically, licking her lips from the spit bursting forth with her crude and hateful tone. (she's whipping her head around, using that fake high shrill voice like Annie (Kristen Wiig) from Bridesmaids, just before being pulled over because she's swerving as she's making fun of the 'perfect' Helen)

Would I lie to you? Want to know what's in it? Soooo easy, I portion out her correct daily recommended portions and freeze them. Here's the kicker, I warm it by nuking chicken broth in the microwave (so she doesn't get thirtsy, she's not been drinking as much water since starting the home diet) and pouring it over her food. Noooooow you can make fun of me :) No more fat sausage chihuahua!! Home Diet Totally looking forward to meal swap again, if you haven't actually tried it before, I really encourage you to give it a whirl with some of your friends. Its SOOO handy when life gets busy, and its sort of like someone has made you dinner, but you don't have to sit and have awkward chat with them!! :D haha Want to know what I've been reading? Where We Belong-Emily Giffin Perks of Being a Wallflower-Stephen Chbosky (total hipster book) East of Eden-John Steinbeck (definitely recommend) The Age of Innocence- Edith Wharton (definitely recommend) Game of Thrones- George R. R. Martin (good so far) I'll close with a line I've used recently that will make everyone instantly feel like better parents, which is the sole purpose of spilling my guts about the days nobody enjoys... "You had BETTER listen, or I will COME AT YOU...and it WON'T BE TO GIVE YOU A HUG!!!!!" hahah...you're welcome. You may now enjoy random pictures of sleeping wild children and other things I felt like uploading. :)

This is Addie after school, unfortunately exhausted like this at the end of the week because of the outrageous amount of time she has to spend away from me...

This is Lillian, on the way to pick Addie up, unfortunately exhausted because she has to pick up before said sister (who has to spend an outrageous amount of time away from her momma during the week).

Blue chevron bag I made, at Vintage Crush...