It's not easy being green

So here is the thing. I'm usually afraid of color. What I mean by that is although I love it, when it comes to decorating I think I will get sick of some brilliant hue that looks great now. What if it looks good now and in a few years will just look like a old trend. Think 70's shag carpet. For this reason, I stick with my good old faithful browns, blacks, with possibly a hint of an accent color. I know, I'm pretty much boring.

So lets back up a little, say a month or so. Well when I learned we were having a girl I decided to go shopping for bedding. Lo and behold I found the cutest hot pink, black and white bedding by eyes had seen. It was even on clearance people!! Not to mention, this bedding matched a crib that's days were numbered because it was clearanced out too!! So I went out on a limb and bought the bright colorful bedding and crib.

This is the part where you come in. Take a look of the pic and bedding along with the almost pea soup green walls that Max picked out.....what do you think? I initially loved it together. Then John did the unthinkable and told me he loved it too. (Just as a side note, when we were first dating and married I would ask his opinion on what I was wearing or what color he liked and then would automatically do the opposite....he's a little what we like to call "color coordinating challenged." I stopped doing this because it hurt his feelings.) Ok, so back to the matter at hand, John is saying it looks great, but I really think it's because of one of two things:

1. He does not want to paint the room. And for the record, he has never painted but made the mistake of telling my that he would paint one room while on paternity leave. To me, that is the equivalent of being bought fine jewelry, because he dreads painting.

2. It could actually look good. And by this I would have to admit that John has come a long way and his tastes are improving!

Chances are, it's #1, but I'm hoping it's #2. What do you think? Should I keep the green or make John buy me a new pair of earrings so to speak?

Dear Mr. Parrish -

You know I'm not the type to write letters, but today I felt compelled to so here is goes. I've read a few blogs that write to their husbands, usually in a fond, loving tone noting how much they are missed when they are out of town. I thought that it better suits my personality to tell you how much YOU have missed out being gone for so long/often....who knows, maybe you'll cancel next week's fun in the sun uh er um business trip.

It's 8:39 and the kids are fast asleep....the most peaceful time of day! We have spent most of our waking hours (besides school time) outside soaking up the beautiful weather. Only in Minnesota will people think that 45 degrees is wonderful. We saw a girl riding her bike wearing a tank and shorts....hmmm I wouldn't say it was that nice.......





You are already aware that Jackson finished up his first season of basketball and lost a tooth at school. (apparently it is the cool thing to do because you get to go to the nurse and bring home your pearly white in a tooth necklace) What you don't know is that Jackson brought his first ever piece of math homework that he didn't understand and couldn't do by himself. I seem to remember in our iron clad pre-nup that math was your responsibility. I guess you assumed that because I gave up on our agreement to never own a van, that this too was null and void. Ummmm no.



Onto our not so little anymore Maxers. He has had a great week. Monday Max went to the audiologist and picked up his new custom green and blue earmolds. With the molds, apparently he picked up a new facial expression as well. He likes to call it a smile with no lips. I'm not a big fan of the look, but what can you do? Also, now that the dead grass has reappeared, Max's title as the "slug whisperer" has been reinstated. Jackson is still fiercely jealous that Max has the special gift of finding the tiniest of slugs.




Now onto your great with child wife. Remember me? I'm the one who loves to steal your t-shirts and sweats because mine are cutting off my circulation? Well I have been busy as well. You see, there is this thing called nesting. I like to call it pregnancy induced neurotica. Let me tell you, it is in full force this week. I could mention a million things I've done, but don't want to bore you. The most impressive thing I would say is that I put together the ikea dresser we bought last weekend. This baby had 48 steps written in hieroglyphics. Lets just say it took some time. I was out running errands and ran into someone I knew. I got the "HOLY CRAP, YOU HAVE REALLY POPPED, I MEAN YOU ARE HUGE, DO YOU REALLY HAVE ABOUT 3 MONTHS TO GO?" comment I always dread. Don't ever say that to a prego, just don't. I didn't want you to miss what I looked like on the day that I really popped, so I included it.


So that completes my guilt trip disguised as a letter. Come home soon, we miss you.

Oh, and one more thing, our big screen t.v. blew up, so no March Madness this year. I guess I can just put you to work on my ever growing to-do list.

Ode to Neilson's

For most who have read this blog know that deep thoughts on the subject of love and affection don't flow from my brain and onto the world wide web. It is just something I'm not into, and actually makes me uncomfortable to even think about writing. I know, I'm like a 12 year old self conscious girl. What will people think? Will they laugh, taunt, make fun? I've decided tonight to throw caution to the wind and express my undying and everlasting love for Nielsen's frozen custard.

Many of you may ask: what is this thing you speak of? I say to you: you have not lived a full life until tasting the sweetness of custard found at Nielsen's. The thought of it keeps me awake at night, and is in my fondest dreams.

You also may say: you are just prego and being as such are prone to over exaggerated cravings. To you I say: You have obviously never tasted this divine substance, or for those of you who have, you can no longer be my friend if you too do not heart Nielsen's.

I have been told my a few: Don't torture yourself, there is no NeilsEn's where you live. Get the custard out of your head, it will do you good. My reply you ask?: As long as I live and breathe I will crave, hunger, and yearn for it.

Luckily, my pain and suffering of with drawl will be coming to an end soon. I will be visiting the fabulous state of AZ for spring break. What makes it fabulous? Do you even need to ask? Friends? Family? Excellent weather? Those are all just icing on the cake that is known in my soul as NIELSEN'S FROZEN CUSTARD!!!

P.S. - I know this was a little self indulgent, but it was either going to be a post about how Jackson tried to stab a boy in the head with a pencil today at school or this. I choose denial in the form of custard.

Max lost his first tooth....thanks to Jack!

I guess I wouldn't have expected Max's first tooth loss to come any other way. This morning, Jackson was chasing Max up the stairs. They were both racing to see who could change their clothes first. (as a side note, if you can't get your boys to do what you ask, put them up against each other in a friendly competition, it works every time) So Max was clearly in the lead and Jackson had to act quickly. He couldn't let a kid 2 years his Jr. beat him this time. Jack decided to push Max up the stairs. Does that even make sense?? Anyways, Jack pushes him, Max face plants, and wha-la, Max lost his first tooth! Max is one tough kid, there was no crying involved, he just walked into my room with tissue in his mouth saying that Jack made him bleed. He's totally excited about the prospect of the tooth fairy visiting, the tooth is already under his pillow just waiting to be snatched from the Fairy herself.




Did I mention that we couldn't find the tooth and thought he might have swallowed it? Max insisted on taking the pic to document where the tooth went. We did find it later on the stairs!