*Cough* is the new 30. Who wants a present?

This giveaway is now closed. The winner was FB Comment #4 Rye Porritt! Rye, email me you address so we can send you the yumminess! 

So my birthday has come and gone and I feel no older. Certainly I feel no wiser. I do know this: mama can still party.

My world grew exponentially when Boss started pre-school and on the very first day we met a kick ace family. From Southern California, no less. Our boys were in the same class with a beautiful little girl and as it goes in suburbia her mom went to school with Zach. Between school during the week and soccer on Saturdays we all became fast friends.

For my birthday we got ALL soccer moms gone wild up in D.C. It was awesome. I feel like I need to send their respective husbands thank you notes for letting me steal them away and drink many, many, many, many, many drinks. And then we danced. At one point I ended up wearing a pink helmet, where that came from…who knows? But lawd did we have fun! Even if a certain friend did scream my age every ten minutes. I forgive her. We were drunk.

My lovely friend Lacie, who does not live near me but oh how I wish she did, is having a Scentsy party (am I the last person on earth to know about Scentsy? Perhaps.) and she offered you glorious followers of my silly life a pumpkin warmer and a bar of caramel pear crisp. Let’s say that again… CARAMEL PEAR CRISP.

Has anyone else ever wanted to EAT a Scentsy bar before? Just me? Because, oh my god yummy! And the pumpkin warmer is adorable, just in time for fall and Halloween. Amazing how they planned that.

Alls ya gotta do is leave me a comment telling me your favorite thing about Fall. My being born is a perfectly acceptable answer, by the way although I don’t think Random.org will be swayed.
Now, I am going to count how many of you say Pumpkin Spice Latte, because I gather there is a near frenzied mob mentality of people who can’t wait to get them! I don’t judge, I just don’t stray from my sugar free vanilla soy latte. I’m too loyal. read: addicted like Lohan.

Want an extra entry? Send out a tweet and leave me a comment with the tweet URL!

Want to win a Scentsy pumpkin warmer and the best scent of #Fall, Caramel Pear Crisp? Of Course you do!  http://abellereve.com/2012/09/scentsy-giveawa/ #giveaway

Have at it! I’ll announce the winner 10/1/2012!
p.s. if you want to place an order you can email her at laciebugscents @ gmail.com until 9/28 and she will give you a special Minky hook-up.

Are you ready for some football?

I have been accused, on more than one occasion, of being a girly girl. Guilty. As. Charged. Which is SUPER great seeing as I am surrounded by boys. Even the cat is a boy. I am alone in girly ness in my household save for my über girly sister-in-law and mother-in-law, but most of the time it’s me and a bunch of boys.

Perhaps it may shock some of you who know of my penchant for ballet flats, white fluffy bedding, tiaras, and all things Scarlett O’Hara that I love sports. While I do love the boys of  summer, the boys of fall and the men of March Madness and have even loved a few of them, I have zero athletic ability of my own. I was the girl who was frequently ‘sick’ during gym class. I mean catch a ball? Gimme a break, that’s never gonna happen. And I mean it, I can’t even catch the ball when my sweet Boss throws it to me!

I’ve given up all hope of participating myself, but watching? Yes, please. I grew up with the sounds of John Elway and the Broncos as my weekend soundtrack and to this day just having football on the television makes me happy. Unless it’s the Cowboys or the Raiders and then it makes me stabby. I find now that I am surrounded by boys that weekend football is a whole new experience and I gotta say…I dig it. I dig the whole set up, nachos, grilling, chips, hanging out together, my kids half snuggling half acting out the game as it happens.

Then last year something happened, 3 years after moving to D.C. – I started REALLY caring how the Redskins did. Hail to the Redskins!  (although I do confess to sneaking on to Pinterest on the old iPhone sometimes during the games. Twitter too, I am addicted. BUT I tweet about the game so really I am just enjoying football with even more fans, right?)

I love Fall, I crave sweaters and leggings and cuddling up on the couch with my family and just relaxing. Football is the perfect reason to just stop everything and hang out together. And maybe make some veggie chili. Y’know how it is.

What about you? Do you like the Cowboys? If so, can we still be friends even though I think you are seriously misguided in your football love?

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photo credit wikicommons 


Listen To Your Mother Show or is my face actually made of marshmallow fluff? I think it might be.

It’s been six months since we took the stage at the Synetic theatre by storm.  15 women. 15 different stories of survival, triumph, and humor. There were stories of cancer, stories of finding beauty in the every day and of course, sleep deprivation.

The videos are up and running! Each week I am going to post one of the shows and DUH! I am starting with mine!

Mama didn’t raise no fool.

There are 14 videos in the play list so you don’t have to watch them all at one time…mine is the last and my piece isn’t that long, and then afterwards you can see me cry in front of almost 400 people as I tell them how lucky I was to know Susan Niebur and why we donated ticket sales to the Inflammatory Breast Cancer Research Center in her name.

Feel free to tease me. I don’t care. We donated almost a thousand dollars.

That rocked.

I really hope I am blessed with the opportunity to work on this show again.

You can see all the DC videos HERE. and all of the shows are available on the Listen To Your Mother channel.

Mom in Chief. That’s me.

Yesterday I won the gold medal in mom-dom. At least in the morning. We all woke up on time. Everyone ate breakfast. I got to drink my coffee while it was hot.I only had to threaten to take away baseball once. All children got dressed without fights. And I got to take a shower in the morning.  We made it to preschool on time and after we dropped Boss off, Huck made it quite clear he wanted a morning nap…so..


What to do with that. I had already showered (amazing, I cannot get over that. It’s the small victories, people) so I got my suburban mom on and clipped some coupons in anticipation of a trip to the mother ship. Target.

I know, you guys are like forget those awesome fashionable  Mormon mom blogs! Minky is where it’s at y’all. The excitement is palpable, non?

Then my Birthday Twin and sister in law sent me a text:
 It’s slightly sad the happiness I get from knowing that boot season is coming back

Ah, me too Kelly. Me too. Again, its the little things.

I wonder if I can find a coupon for boots? Because THAT would really tie things together.

So this happened…

You guys? I’m just…meh. Lately I am just meh. So blah I don’t even have a real word for it.  Meh. I’m not sure if it’s that my birthday is coming up and I’m feeling introspective as to what I have accomplished this year and how I’m not that much further along in finding a new career but am so much farther along in being comfortable as a mother and even farther along in slaying the dragon that is postpartum anxiety.

Note: Boss is obsessed with Mike the Knight so there’s a lot of dragon talk around the house lately.

Maybe it’s that I self inflicted some angst upon myself by taking the bull by the horns to find a place of our own, fell in love with a place, and then we decided to wait just a few more months and save some more money so we can decorate etc. The right decision, I know this, but just…ugh.  The place was small, only 932 sq. feet. But the moment I walked in I could SEE our life there, you know? And Max loved it. Boo was happily racing up and down the hall as fast as he could crawl and Zach was doing the big eyed head nod. You know the one; the this is good, we could do this but be cool about it. The woman who owned it? Well she loved us too. In fact before she leased it to someone else she checked back just one more time to make sure our sweet boys didn’t want to live there. There was even a yard. UGH!

But it’s the right choice. Soon, soon Pinterest will need more bandwith and you will all be subjected to countless how to make a rented space my own posts.

It’s still sticky hot here, but grey and sometimes rainy which breaks my brain as I think sweaters! boots! then I open the door and am hit by 90 degrees of hot humidity. But it is actually Fall and so school began for the Boss.

Yup. That about sums it up.

But then this happened and my heart exploded into a billion glittery pegacorns.

Boss had a blast at school and his face when he saw me at the end of the day was just heaven on earth.

Last night as we snuggled before bed he said “Mommy what’s under my skin? What am I made of?” I said “You are made of baseball, rock and roll, and vanilla milk.” He responded “I AM! I AM made of that!”

Maybe I am not so meh after all.