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Grocery Pick Me Up


All hail Wal-Mart and it’s new grocery delivery option! Basically, it’s free same-day pickup.

Worked like a charm and the attendants were super friendly. All I did was place my order online, choose a time slot to pick up my groceries, park in the reserved spot and my order was brought directly to my car.

To learn, how you never have to step foot in Wal-Mart for groceries again, visit



Wishful Thinking . . .

Wishful Thinking . . .

Happy birthday to me. I blinked my eyes and wriggled my nose and the next thing you know, I was 34 with two healthy, beautiful children and a loving husband. Where did the time go? How did I get here? Well, I kind of know the answer to that. What I’m more interested in finding out is where I am going.

I could go on an on about what I am wishing for today, but if I told you, then by mere superstition my wishes wouldn’t come true. But, if you know me, you know I’m not superstitious. I do things my way, so I will share one of my wishes with you.

. . . to refresh this blog and keep it going. Now, that’s wishful thinking!

IKEA hacked!

I have a few IKEA items in my home. My favorite being the EXPEDIT shelving unit, featured below. It holds all the trucks blocks, art supplies and odds and ends Miles holds dear.

Ikea EXPEDIT shelving unit

Ikea EXPEDIT shelving unit

I’ve seen a lot of creative IKEA hacks, but the cutest hack I have ever seen was created by Freckles Chick for her daughter Quinn. She transformed an IKEA Latt table and chairs into the perfect activity table.

I never thought of transforming the set we purchased for a whopping $20 into an art escape, since Miles loves to color and paint. We tried using it as a dinner table, but the pressed wood table top didn’t hold up. Quinn’s table even includes supply holders and a paper roll to create endless masterpieces. Genius!

This is what they started with:

Boring . . .

and the finished product complete with chair pads:


The hubby and I have our own transformation project that is set to commence soon. It’s sure to be loads of fun . . . and hard work. More to come soon.

My thoughts on having a girl

I’ll be honest. When I confirmed what my body was screaming all along — that I was having a girl — it took me a moment to be excited. I immediately thought, wow . . . girls go through so much. (Mind you, I’m the  only girl and a middle child and some in my family would argue that having a girl made me nervous, because I don’t want any competition.) They deal with having to see overtly sexual images of women on a daily basis, which can lead to  body image issues and lack of confidence, mean girls/bullying, peer pressure, gender discrimination (this takes place much earlier than the day she ever takes a seat at the corporate table) and loads of other adverse hurdles that I’m not so enthused about her jumping over or scurrying under. Writing this blog has me stressing about it all over again.

Let’s face it, its scary to raise a child these days — boy or girl, but something about raising a girl had me petrified.

The latest news stories haven’t helped the situation either. The whole Steubenville Rape Case and reports of  increase of sexual assault in the  military which have both lead to numerous discussions on whether we live in a rape society is pretty daunting. Not to mention the discussions on gender equality in the workplace and whether or not women can or can not have a blossoming career and raise children successfully, something I often ask myself and continue to struggle with finding an answer to. Thank you, Sheryl Sandberg, Marissa Mayer and Ursula Burns for being a catalyst for and pioneer of change, despite your views.  Ursula actually suggests that “we” marry a man 20 years our senior.   Thanks, but no thanks.

The more I think about it, having a daughter motivates me to take a hard look at all the decisions I’ve made as a working woman, because I now view myself as her prime example. Maybe that’s the thing that scares me the most.

Gender Revealed

And, we are having a . . . {drum roll, please}. . .



Now to planning the nursery.

Boy or Girl?

Honestly, I could care less about the sex of the baby as long as he or she is healthy. The first time I was pregnant, I really wanted a boy. I mean I prayed for a boy. I saw myself mothering a boy and I knew with everything in me that I was carrying a boy. My nerves were definitely calmed when it was prophesied that I was carrying a boy. Yes, I do believe in prophesy.

Despite all this . . . my intuition is telling me I’m having a girl this time. It could be that this pregnancy is much different than my first. I’m not craving hamburgers and cupcakes. I’m not craving anything at all and I think it’s because I’m having such a difficult time digesting food. What’s even more frustrating is that I’m experiencing the worst hunger pangs an hour or so after I eat. It’s down-right frustrating. There are the usual sleepless nights and fatigue, but I don’t let that stop me from doing anything. In the back of my mind, I can hear my mom say “pregnancy is not an illness” even when I have my husband begging me to sit down. After-all, I’ve got things to do. Clothes and dishes don’t wash themselves and there are those little things that I just enjoy doing, like organizing and tiding spaces. Some would label it nesting. If that was the case, I’d be nesting all the time – pregnant or not. It calms my nerves and prepares me for what may lie ahead. It’s my nature. I’m okay with it.

Now, back to the purpose of this post. . .

The big question is . . . am I having a boy or a girl? One of my coworkers did the necklace test on me a few weeks ago. It determined that I would have three children — one boy, one girl and another boy. I even reviewed the Chinese Gender Chart. Results? Girl. My close friend asked me to check the heartbeat of the baby to determine the sex. I did that last time and based on the heart rate, I was supposed to have a girl.I ended up with a boy. You got to love an old wives tale. The only being that knows what I’m really having is God, but it’s fun to dabble in the unforeseen.

Anyway, I find out on Thursday and I’m really excited. Now-a-days, couples are having gender reveal parties to announce the sex of their babies. Others send out the cutest little announcements. I went over to Pinterest to see what I could find and these were some of my favorites:

Gender Reveal Ideas

1. 2. 3. 4

I Heart Pears also has a list of its top 15 gender reveal ideas. Some of them are really awesome.

Next post should be my big reveal. Any guesses on how you think we’re going to do it? I got some really great inspiration.

Sexy Bump

Gone are the days of looking like Mrs. Roper when your pregnant. Men everywhere are thanking the Lord. You know how miserable Mr. Roper was. I digress.

Today, women are not afraid to debut their growing bump and new curves. Just ask Kim Kardashian who has already been dubbed the sexiest pregnant woman alive. If, you like that sort of thing. She’s made a few fashion faux pas, but as a fellow mommy who appreciates style, I’m happy that women are synching their wastes, wearing skinny maternity pants and opting for the occasional 4-inch heel instead of flats. They’re bringing sexy back . . . to the bump.

Here are some examples of my faves:

Here I am bumping my own maternity style.

Stop by my Pinterest board to view more stylish mamas. Maybe you’ll get a little inspiration of your own.

A cure for stretch marks?

I know there is no such thing as a cure for stretch marks. I know the only thing that can prevent you from getting stretch marks is to gain your pregnancy weight steadily. Some women swear by cocoa butter and all types of oils or homemade remedies.

My last pregnancy, I didn’t get any stretch marks . . . on my stomach, but I did get a few elsewhere. Here I am pregnant with the second baby and I find myself worried about the battle scars I could potentially receive from carry this little bundle of joy.

Am I going to completely ignore the issue or attempt to prevent it?

After reading a tweet from Tia Mowry ( I love the Mowrys) that she used Organic Coconut Oil morning and night, I decided to give it a try. It couldn’t hurt, right?

Nutiva Organic Coconut Oil

Nutiva Organic Coconut Oil

Enters Nutiva Organic Coconut Oil.  I picked it up from my local GNC. Now, mind you. This is the same coconut oil my mother-in-law cooks with. Could it possibly be good for my skin? It absolutely is and it’s even great for my hair. It’s light, not greasy and it smells so good. I’m surprised my husband hasn’t tried to eat me alive.

Here’s to a stretch mark-free pregnancy! Well, one can only hope.

Round Dos

I knew instantly when I got pregnant. Instantly! I mean, I pride myself on being that person who is very in-tune with their body. My parents, on the other hand, have once labeled me as  bit of a hypochondriac, but I don’t care. I was pregnant for the second time. I had cramps, I had constipation like I’ve never had before, but most importantly, I’d missed my period.

Who was I going to call first and could I keep this secret from James until Christmas? I knew the answer to the first question. I called my mom. By the tone of her voice I could tell she was “cautiously” excited. She was probably thinking, alright am I ready for a second one? You see, she watched Miles until he was 18 months old. If you know Miles, you know that he was a good baby, even though he didn’t sleep through the night until he was about 12 months. At 18 months, he proved to be a bit of a handful so we decided to enroll him in preschool (notice I didn’t say daycare . . . not for my money), so he can exert all of that wonderful toddler energy with little people of his same age, height and temperament. Thank God for Ms. Chriss!

But, I digress.

After telling my mom, I thought I could keep this secret from James until Christmas. What’s two months? Not long if you didn’t suffer from extreme fatigue, weren’t showing, didn’t have nausea or didn’t just happen to catch the flu. I didn’t make it to Christmas, let alone Thanksgiving. The look on James’ face was priceless, because I had mentioned being pregnant several times before it  actually sunk in. The chap didn’t believe me when I told him the first time. I told my immediate family next, followed by my in-laws, who were staying with us the weekend of Miles’ birthday. My father-in-law brought a bottle of wine and offered it to me, but I told him as much as I’d love to have a drink, I couldn’t share it with him anyway. My mother-in-law knew exactly what I was talking about. She lit up like a Christmas tree. It was pretty wonderful.

We are having another baby. Another baby. Another baby.

The first time I was pregnant I had so many emotions. This time, I’m like “cool”. We kinda know what to expect as far as pregnancy goes, but my concerns have more to do with the balancing act than the actually birth of Baby T. Our little family has our routine down packed. How will I manage having a second baby? Will I do all the things I did for the first one? How will my love grow?

Slap the Taste Out Your Mouth

Okay, someone really should have told me that there was a possibility that I would lose all sense of taste. I would equate it to being sick for a few days or having a severe cold. It’s the most disgusting feeling one who loves food could ever have and I loathe it, because I’m never quite sure how my food is going to end up tasting. Good thing is, is that I can actually keep my food down. I haven’t vomited or had dry heaving spells that I know others have experienced. Plus, I’m not the up-chuck type! Anyway, the anecdote for the nasty taste in my mouth is the infamous Jolly Rancher. As long as I have something hard and sour in my mouth, I’m good. Then in the back of my mind I’m often thinking, well . . . if I’m downing all this candy, I’m probably taking in too much sugar. Which means, I’m taking in unnecessary or empty calories. Which means, I’m gonna gain weight!

Yes, I think I have been more concerned about weight gain now more than ever. I mean now that I actually have an appetite. My husband is like . . . embrace it. You look beautiful. Don’t worry. What is scary is that on Friday I had two slices of cranberry walnut bread and a bowl of fruit and an hour later I was starving. I mean I actually got those hunger pains or pangs. My baby was like FEED ME MOMMY! I keep snacks in the office, but again, if I’m snacking and not moving . . . I’m GAINING! I snack on fruit, nuts, multigrain chips, dry cereal, cheez-its, jell-o, applesauce, etc, etc, etc. I try to keep it somewhat healthy. Sometimes, it’s just not enough for this little cookie monster, who is now the size of a plum.

The last time I went to the doctor, I asked . . . am I a normal size for someone carrying one baby? I mean how do you know if I am carrying multiples, cause in my mind, I’m like it can’t just be one baby inside of here making me eat this erratically. I mean at my first visit you did state that my uterus was a little large, which is a sign of carrying multiples, but could I indeed be carrying two babies in here? The response . . . You’re a normal size for carrying one. My conclusion . . . next visit I want an ultrasound! LOL.

Rounding out the first trimester, my food of choice – Cafe Express linguine with creamy tomato basil sauce, a greek salad with no onions, tomatoes or olives and a fresh fruit bowl. You bring me that any night of the week and I’m a happy camper . . . so is Miles. Although, James thinks Miles has absolutely no say-so in what I eat. I beg to differ.

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