Lollipop Contest Winner!

So today's the day. I've announced the winner of my first ever essay contest. I received a ton of great entries and I want to thank everyone for participating. I chose this essay from Confessions of a Stressed Out Mom because I think it speaks to all moms. She did a great job so go on over and read it and let her know what you think.

Taking it Day By Day

First of all, I have to apologize to whoever has come to this blog in the past couple weeks. My posting has been sporadic at best and not very interesting. I am struggling to stay afloat. This pregnancy is kicking my ass and I'm only 6 weeks in.

I went to the doctor on Wednesday and I actually left feeling more anxious than before. He did an internal ultrasound and said that he thinks I may actually be less than 6 weeks, which scares me a little. The same thing happened with my miscarriage. I went in thinking of was a certain number of weeks and I wasn't. A few days later the bleeding started.

Also, the doc thought he saw two eggs!!! Yes, you read that right, two mothereffing eggs. When he moved the probe thingy around more he said it was probably just one, but that he wasn't positive. Dear blog readers, if I end up having twins you will witness the first ever virtual nervous breakdown because I WILL go crazy.

Anyway, it looks like the baby is hiding and he couldn't get a strong heartbeat so he wants me to come back in 2 weeks. I asked about my first miscarriage and he assured me that everything looks fine, but that basically you never know. Thanks doc!

Back to my apology. Every night I sit with laptop in hand and try to muster the energy to read through all of my favorite blogs. Kristen, GGC, Chelle, Nicole, Christina, CMHL, Mom-101, Izzy, HBM, Domesticator, Jaime, JuliaBohemian, Chicky Baby, Sandra, Mrs. Fortune, Sunshine Scribe, Jana, Mommy Off the Record, Mama of 2, MIM, Meg, and everyone else on my blogroll that I am too lazy to type in right now; I have not been visiting you lately because all I can do is curl up on the couch and pray that this sick feeling goes away. I have not had the energy to do ANYTHING. Seriously, my house is a mess, the laundry is piling up and I fell asleep today while my daughter watched a video. Bad mommy, but I am beat! Just know that I am thinking about you every night and wondering what fantastic stories I am missing out on.

Between working and taking care of a 3 year-old, I feel like I am 65 years old. The nausea begins at sun up and continues until sundown. I get a few quick breaks but there's a constant knot in my throat. This sucks people!! How am I going to make it through the next few weeks?

So if you haven't seen me updating or commenting on your blog, don't get mad, don't forget about me, I am probably just dozing off in a corner somewhere. I will be back to normal soon (I hope!) I hope everyone who is going to BlogHer has a fabulous time and I can't wait to read all the stories.

Oh, and my contest over at Lollipop is almost over. The deadline is July 30 so if you're interested in winning a really great book, stop over and submit your essay. I've gotten some really great entries so far.

Wedding Pictures

The flower girl before getting dressed.


My sister before putting her dress on.


The flowers.


Her cake.


The lovely bride and her matron of honor (me) being silly.


My sister (Amy), me, and J


Me making the dreaded toast.


The happy couple. I got an e-mail from my sister yesterday. They are in Paris and having a wonderful time! I'm so jealous.

I'm Baaaack!

Wow, it's been so long since I've posted. It feels kinda weird. Thanks to all of you guys who stopped by even though I wasn't updating.

The wedding was wonderful! My sister looked amazing and everything turned out perfect. Well, almost everything. J looked adorable in her flower girl dress but she decided last minute that she didn't feel like walking down the aisle. I asked her to take my hand so we could walk down together but she flopped to the ground and start crying. I didn't know what to do so I just left her there. I said, "it's my turn sweetie, bye." Eventually, she did find her way out, but it wasn't down the aisle. She took the long way and went around everyone. That was the only hitch and that was fine because during the ceremony she was quiet and that was more important to me.

The ceremony was short and sweet, just the way I like it. We were wisked away to take pictures which is nice but mostly it's a pain in the ass. I just wanted to get inside and see my family and eat. When we did make it inside we were there for 15 minutes before they ushered us into the bridal suite for our big entrance. Since I was the matron of honor and my older brother was the best man we decided we had to have the best entrance. He picked me up and carried me to the dance floor. It was funny.

Every time I go to a wedding, I forget how much 'stuff' is involved. There's the first dance, mother-son dance, father-daughter dance, blessing, and a toast. It's like 20 minutes before you can sit down.

Anyway, I was so nervous about my speech. I ended up writing a list of do's and don'ts for marriage. I showed it to my mother the night before and she was like, "oh that's cute, but I think your sister was looking for something more sentimental." Dammit! So I spent an hour adding some more stuff. When it was my turn to read, I started shaking. I hate speaking in front of people. It went great though, and yes my sister cried.

I have to say that although everything went beautifully, I felt a little removed. I wasn't drinking and I couldn't tell anyone about the pregnancy. Coupled with the fact that nausea has set in BIG TIME, it was a weird night for me.

I will show you guys some pictures tomorrow. Right now I need to lay down. I think I'm gonna puke.

Ciao!

Writer's Block

First of all, thanks to everyone for your thoughts and stories. It has comforted me alot. I'm doing fine, the cramping has gotten better. I am going to keep my fingers crossed for now.

Now I'm plagued with writer's block. I am still trying to come up with something creative to say at my sister's wedding. Any suggestions? My memory is shot or else I would tell a funny story about us growing up. I tried to write a poem, but the words aren't coming. I looked for a quote about sisters but none of them capture how happy I am for her and how special she is to me. I also thought about putting together a list of rules for her fiance. Silly things like, don't mess with her hair, always stock the fridge with taylor ham, don't leave your dirty underwear on the floor, yada, yada, yada.

I'm dying a slow death. Pllleeeaassee help!

The News is Out

I've started telling people about our new baby on board. The way I see it is, if something bad was going to happen then the people who are closest to me would know about it anyway. I'm not a superstitious person so I don't think sharing the news will jinx this pregnancy. I'm pretty much an open book anyway, as you can tell from this blog.

I will tell you, dear Internet friends, that I am a little preoccupied. I have been feeling crampy all week. Mostly it's like period cramps, nothing really painful, but it has been consistent. I try to tell myself that it could just be things moving around, stretching out, getting ready for a baby, but there is still a part of me that is worried.

Things are different this time around. I am a lot more active. I have a part-time job that is pretty physical and I'm also chasing after a 3 year-old all day. Maybe feeling crampy is just par for the course.

I'm not spotting and I have no other symptoms, but I have had a miscarriage before. Before J was born, I got pregnant really quickly and really easily. Hubby and I said "okay, let's try," and that was it. We were pregnant the first time. I told everyone right away and they were all excited.

Afew days later, hubby and I went down the shore with some friends. They knew I was pregnant, but didn't really seem to care because they all smoked (some cigarettes, some pot) and drank and had a grand old time. I just walked away whenever anyone lit up. I'm not the type of person who would get all pissy and forsake someone a good time. I just stayed far away.

A day or two into our vacation, we recieved some horrible news. One of the guys we were with got a phone call that his sister passed away. She was only 23 years-old. She drowned in the town pool. Apparently she had a seizure in the water. The worst part is that no one noticed and she was at the bottom of the pool for a few minutes before anyone saw her. Shocking, I know. There is a lawsuit pending.

Anyway, we were all shocked. We frantically started packing everything up. Hauling suitcases and lugging beach bags back into the car. Cleaning the house and taking the garbage to the curb. We drove all the way home and the next morning, I started bleeding.

Maybe it was the stress of the situation, maybe it was just meant to be, but it was bad timing to say the least. I went to the doctor and he confirmed my fears. I was devastated. I bled for a few days and then that was it. No more baby. It felt so weird to mourn someone I had never met, but it was even worse to attend a real live funeral in the process.

Because I had told everyone early on, news spread quickly. At the funeral my friends kept congratulating me. At one point, it became too unbearable and I lost my cool. I stepped outside and started bawling. How convenient to be at a funeral. No one questioned my tears. I didn't want to add to anyone's grief so I stayed quiet.

I'm trying to remember how I felt the first time. Whether I was crampy then, too. I know I probably shouldn't compare, but I can't help it. My mother wants me to call the doctor, but I already have an appt. next week. I'm just going to wait it out. If it's meant to be, then things will turn out just fine. Besides, part of me wants to be oblivious if things don't work out because my sister is getting married and I don't want to be sad for her big day.

Since so many of you have said you've miscarried before, would you mind sharing some of how you felt? If it's too personal, I totally understand. And maybe this isn't the right thing to do because I'm just going to worry more, but maybe it will comfort me too. Thanks ladies!

So Much to Say, So Little Time

I'm using this post to create a to-do list. There are so many things going on in my life right now that I need a place to keep it all together.

-Write a speech for my sister's wedding this weekend. THIS WEEKEND! My sister, my best friend is gettin hitched on Saturday and I know she's expecting me to say somethin. I gave a speech at her bridal shower and to be quite honest, I'm not sure how I'm going to top it. I was thinking about having my daughter record something for me to play back at the wedding.

-Update Lollipop. I found some great new products and tons of cool books to link to. I also created a new section there called True Mom Confessions and I was hoping you all would send in some e-mails. Also, I still have a contest running. If you've got some extra time (and yes, I know you don't, but humor me), send in your essay. There are prizes involved. The deadline is the end of July.

-Clean my house. Do you know that it's been WEEKS since I've done any sort of cleaning. I do what my mom calls "pushing the dust around." I just can't find the energy to buckle down and scrub the floor or wipe down the refrigerator.

-Take my daughter's flower girl dress to be pressed. I am so worried about this weekend. I think it might end up being a disaster and I feel bad if J ruins the ceremony in any way. As you witnessed from yesterday's video, she's a bit of a screamer and I would hate for that to happen on Saturday.

-Get a manicure, pedicure, and wax my bushy brows.

Question: do you think I should tell my brothers that I am pregnant? I wasn't going to say anything until I see the doctor next week (the 25th) but we'll be at the wedding and I can't drink. And I'm notorious for getting piss drunk at weddings. What to do, what to do.

Anyway, that's my poor excuse for a post. Sorry folks, I gotta rush out the door to work. Have a wonderful day and stay cool!

This is My Kid

This is my kid after I tell her no.


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I Finally Met Her

A Competimommy, that is. They've been written about all over the blogosphere lately. Mom-101 described her encounter with one in the dining room of her hotel.

"The light bulb went on over my slightly dense new mommy head. I was getting this little girl's resume disguised as chitchat. I had heard of these types of mothers but had never actually encountered one in person. (Probably because I did not have a playgroup.) I was so excited. A real live, CompetiMommy. Right here! Talking to me! If only I had had my camera on me.

The questions continued to fly: Do I take classes with my daughter? Does she know sign language? Does she take swimming? Is she good on the plane? How many words does she have? It was exhausting."

My encounter was a little different. I was at work and there was a little girl and her mom there just lingering. J is coming to work with me for the summer so she was there too. This little girl and J started coloring together. The mom felt it necessary to tell me that her darling daughter started drawing at 5 months. Because, of course, her daddy is an artist.

She went on to brag that they were heading to the library so she could pick up her daughter's award. "She's read the most books out of her playgroup." I acted impressed, but really who cares?

Then came the whopper. "Sophia, do you need to use the potty?" she asked. The girl is 2 years-old for christ's sake. J is 3 years and 1 month and she screams at the mere mention of the porcelain princess.

Needless the say we lost this round of "Whose Toddler is Smarter?" I find comfort in the fact that Sophia looked like a cabbage patch kid with diarrhea.


On a side note: Thanks so much to Adwina at InsParenting for bestowing upon me the honor of "Blog of the Week." And it was just for squealing to the world that I am again with child. And thanks to all of you guys again for your well wishes. It has meant everything to me and I can't wait to share this journey with you.

Just a Little Note ...

To say thanks for all your well wishes. I took another test yesterday and it was definitely positive. Now begins 9 months of worry and wonder.

Before J I had a miscarriage so until I get to see a heartbeat I won't let myself get excited.

I am glad that this time around I'll have all of you to share my experience with.

Thanks again!

Confession is Good For the Soul

If you love True Wife Confessions, then I'm hoping you'll love my version over at Lollipop

I e-mailed the lovely Dawn to see if she would mind me ripping off her idea, but I didn't get a response so I'm hoping it's OK.

Here's my first mom confession:





I think I'm pregnant!









I'm saying "think" because the other blue line is faint and that scares me a little. I'm 3 days late. What's your take?

Naked Celebrities

No pics people, just quotes. I saw these over at Hot Momma Drama and thought they were interesting.

Eva Longoria says she loves to play naked air hockey. The Desperate Housewife explained that she and boyfriend Tony Parker have a nudity penalty for whoever loses their air hockey games. “I had to run around the outside of the house naked,” she said.

Tom Hanks: “Usually, when I’m in a hotel room, I strip down naked and walk around on the patio. That’s as close as I can get to a feeling of anonymity and power.”

Jennifer Lopez (pre-Marc Anthony): “I grew up walking ’round naked in my house. My mom was like that, and my sisters. My father worked nights and slept during the day, so we had no one to hide from. Now I’ll be sitting at the breakfast table and everyone’s dressed except me. All the people around me are either girls or they’re gay, so it doesn’t matter.”

Colin Farrell: “I can be found in my apartment dancing naked, I like ’80s disco.”

Alyssa Milano: “I garden topless. I’ll be in my garden, you know, just being natural.”

Britney Spears: “My family, we walked around the house naked. By the time I was 13, my dad was like, ‘Uh, Britney, it’s time to start covering yourself up.’ I’m very free like that.”

Am I the only one who finds this gross? I'm all for being naked (as long as it's not me), but gardening topless? That can't be true. I'm a lights-off in the bedroom kinda girl and I am not comfortable being naked in general. I won't even undress in front of my mom or sister. Sad, but true!

When I gave birth, my mom and my sister were in the delivery room with me (hubby was there too) and instead of thinking, "what a miracle," I was thinking, "gee, I wonder what my *flower* looks like?" Okay, not really, but it did enter my mind afterwards. Anyhoo ....

I Love Mary Poppins

Thanks to Cynical Dad I have discovered a new blog. Have you read It's Not all Mary Poppins?

What a great new read. She recently wrote a post about Benign Neglect which I really loved. Here's a little snippet.

I know most of the people who read this have small children. Small children need a lot more hands-on care. There is no denying this. But they don't need your attention over their every waking breath. They just don't. As a parent, you have the right to expect that your child entertain themselves some of the time. You have the right to a quiet cup of coffee. If you can't achieve that just yet, you can make it a reasonable goal. You have the right to read or talk on the phone (or blog!!) while they play. You have the right to say, "Mommy finds that game boring, hon." You have the right to do all this without guilt, and you can achieve it by introducing to the children a little Benign Neglect.

What a great concept. I can actually say no to my daughter's constant demand to play. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy sitting down to a good tea party or a nice game of dress-up. However, after 20 minutes I'm pretty much done. I've got stuff to do. I have to finish the laundry or unload the dishwasher or vacuum. Or maybe, gasp, I could sit down and read some blogs ... during the day ... while she's awake. Scandalous!

I loved the post, but my question to Mary P. in the comments section was how in the heck do I get my daughter to play more independently? I try to at least get her started with an activity, but more often than not, as soon as I stray, she whines, "mommmmmyyy, play with me pllleeaaaseee!" And this goes on all day long. It puts me in a sour mood and then I feel selfish and guilty for not doing what she wants.

So babes in blogland, got any suggestions? How do I go about getting J to play by herself more?

I Got My First Piece of Hate Mail. Woo Hoo!

I've been waiting and waiting for it. I knew eventually I'd say something that would piss people off. Leave it to Kelly Ripa to put me in the dog house.

In this post, I called Mrs. Morning Sunshine a moron because she was quoted as saying the first year of marriage is the hardest and everything after that is fine. Perhaps moron was too harsh. Perhaps I should have prefaced everything I wrote with, "In my opinion," or "In my experience." But you know what, this is my blog and I'll say what I want.

Anonymous (because who would actually give their name when disagreeing with a total stranger) had this to say about my post.

Kelly Rippa is an morton because she implied that marriage is hardest in the first year and gets better afterwards? That's a moronic thing to say not to consider deeper into what she said.

I've been married 9 1/2 years and have a toddler. My marriage was hardest in the first year because 1) my husband and I didn't quite know how to handle each other's moods 2) it was the first time we lived together so there are a lot of adjustments 3) he just graduated from college and I was still in school 3) financial hardship since we now have each others debts 4) financial reconstruction: we had to reorganize, prioritize and put into action a lot of plans 5) we didn't have a house yet so we had to make do with a small apartment 6) we had to move across state so that was stressful 7) when we argued, my husband had to deal with how I deal with things and I had to deal with his 8) a lot of words hurt since we haven't quite forged a trust that each of us mean well 9) there was a lot of trial and error when it comes to resolving problems 10) just basic stress in putting 2 different people in 1 place, life, home.

My husband and I chose to seek marriage counseling during the first year but that was it. After that things were much better. Year after year, I have us asses the past and we always came to the same conclusion... every year is better than before. After being married 8 years, we finally decided to have a child and though things became different, I can still say that our marriage still keeps getting better and better year to year.

Divorce rate is 50% and it's highest during the first year, and it decreases year after year until finally the rate becomes it's lowest after 5 years of marriage.

For a marriage to get harder as years go by, well you're heading in the wrong direction. Instead of calling such a statement from Mrs. Rippa moronic, I suggest taking notes.

Once you get past the awful spelling and grammatical mistakes, I think Anonymous might have a point. I'd like to think of myself as a fair person so instead of writing her off, I'd like to take her opinion into consideration.

Marriage probably should get better year after year, you're right. I never said mine was getting worse though. I said we have good days and bad weeks, just like any other marriage.

Let's explore your marriage a little further shall we? You listed a buttload of issues your hubby and you struggled with in the first year. Am I to assume that EVERY SINGLE ONE of those issues has been resolved all neat and tidy in 365 days? Also, with children comes change. Just as you had to adjust to getting to know your new life partner, you had to adjust to a new baby who needed you 24/7. You can't tell me that doesn't put some strain on a marriage.

If your husband is the kind of guy who pitched in and pulled his weight, kudos to you. I didn't have that experience. I still love my husband but I don't always like him very much. To imply that making it past the first year of marriage guarantees some sort of trouble free pass is a crock of shit.

Every relationship has their ups and downs. You do your best to work through the rough patches and hopefully come out on top. My hubby and I have been on a bumpy road but it definitely doesn't get worse every year. If it did, I'd be out the door already. At the very least we learn more about each other as time goes by. I know marriage is hard work and I've never been one to just give up.

I don't need to take notes from Kelly Ripa. I am learning as I go. I'll fight the good fight for the sake of my daughter and the family we've created. I'll keep on soul searching until I find what's missing in me, what I need to feel fulfilled. I appreciate your comments but let's just agree to disagree. Mmmmkay!

It's All About Me(me)

Mommy Off the Record tagged me a few days ago and I'm finally getting my ass in gear. This one sounded like fun so here goes ...

5 Things in my Fridge:
1. Iced Tea. My mom thinks of this as a summer drink so she never used to buy it in the colder months. Weird, huh?
2. Soy milk. We originally thought J was allergic to milk but she's been eating ice cream and yogurt without any ill effects so I'm not sure she really needs this anymore. Shit is expensive.
3. Watermelon. Can't get enough of it.
4. Hershey's chocolate syrup. Just had some on my ice cream. Yum!
5. Pickles. I'm not sure how long they've been there and I keep forgetting to throw them away.

5 Things in My Closet:
1. Shoes. I'm a girl, what did you expect.
2. Lots of hats. My sister works at an accessories company in Manhattan and she is constantly giving me cute hats ... and gloves ... and scarves ... belts.
3. Tons of clothes that don't fit. I buy stuff without trying it on and it never fits the way I want it to.
4. Precious Moments. Or at least pieces of them. I gave them to J one day because she said she wanted to play with them. I figured, "Hey, how much damage could she really do? Besides a few of them were from old boyfriends." Well, let's just say my shelf is a graveyard for broken ceramic limbs.
5. Hubby's comic book collection. Yup, you read that right. Boxes and boxes of comics. Thank goodness we have an enormous closet.

5 Things in my Purse:
1. My wallet. Duh!
2. A cell phone.
3. A datebook that I never even look at.
4. A plastic spoon. In case we are ever out and J needs to eat. Hey, the girl's got issues.
5. Receipts.

5 Things in my Car:
1. Old juice boxes
2. J's stroller
3. A notebook
4. Spare change
5. Dora's Chutes and Ladders

There you have it. Thrilling, I know.

Hey, if you're looking for some rockin' baby gear, check out Lollipop. I found a great place to get fun, stylish kid clothes. Also, did you know that J.Crew has a children's line called Crew Cuts?

Kelly Ripa is Clueless

I was just reading in US Weekly that Kelly Ripa and her delicious husband Mark Consuelos have been married for 10 years. When asked their secret to success she mumbled something like, "If you can get past the first year, everything is fine after that."

This woman is a moron. She is lying to her fans. And she's got three kids. You're going to seriously tell me that the first year is the hardest even after throwing fame and children into the mix? Fuck that!

I wish I could rewind to the firt year hubby and I were married. No baby, no money problems, no resentment. I actually enjoyed being around him. I looked forward to seeing him and talking about the future.

In September we'll be married five years, but we've been together for more than 10. It's been a long and sometimes bumpy road and we're trying our hardest to stay the course. I know that both of us have thought about leaving. We've even talked about it but we're not willing to give up. There's more to consider than just the two of us.

I don't know how some women do it. Maybe it's because Mrs. Ripa and her lovely husband barely see each other that she can smile and say after 10 years of marriage that she doesn't want to kill him every now and then. Okay, more than now and then. Like every minute he opens his mouth.

A lot of the troubles in my marriage started after J was born. I feel awful saying that, but it's the truth. I was not prepared for what it was going to do to my mind, my body and my spirit. Hubby changed too. Or maybe he didn't and that's the problem.

So like any other married couple we have good days and bad weeks. At least that's what I've been reading all around the blogosphere. It's nice to know I'm not alone and that other moms out there struggle to make it day to day. Like Kristen, who so perfectly put into words the way I feel about my marriage ... still ... after all these years.


"It doesn't help that "other halves" (particularly of the male species) automatically assume that if you choose to stay home, your feelings and needs are no longer important. Because your existence is for the kid. So, if he wants to go out all day and all night, or leave the house to "grab some take out" and comes back 2 hours later after a stop off at the bar or play Beer Pong for 6 hours and then sleep in because *wah* he's tired, that's just how it is. It's my job. I'm one with house. Automatically available for childcare and meals. Like a fucking diner with day care.

I'm tired of being lonely and alone, and feeling like an idiot who is worthy of nothing but managing the daily existence of a 2-year-old. Don't get me wrong. It's an honorable job - more so than anything I ever had or will ever have. However, people don't get that. For the most part, my husband doesn't get that. And I'm bitter about this perception of motherhood."

And this post over at HBM's Basement that captures the resentment I feel towards hubby post-baby.

The hard part is finding a way to work through it all. Is all of this really my fault? Did I change so much that it's impossible to live with me or make me happy? Am I being selfish? I don't think so but maybe, just maybe, my husband isn't totally to blame. Maybe I should start owning up to my part in this marriage and get some control over my emotions. Take control of my life so that instead of this I can feel like this.

Fourth of July Marathon

I'm back! It's been a few days since I've been on the computer. I've missed reading all of your blogs.

This weekend seemed like it would never end. My sister and I went to a barbecue on Sunday and she slept over my house that night. It was fun having her here. She has never spent the night and it felt like old times.

We went down the shore on Monday and had a great day at my parents swimming in the pool. J loves the water. She is like a fish. I always manage to forget something when packing up our bags and this time it was her swim diapers. We let her go in without them and she had to promise not to pee pee in the pool. She did good, at least I think she did.

While J napped at my mom's; my sister, her fiance, my parents, and I assembled her favors for the wedding. It is coming up in 3 weeks. July 22nd is the big day and I am so excited for her. Hubby wasn't there because he had to work. I swear sometimes I feel like a single mom. That's a whole 'nother story.

Yesterday we woke up early to catch a parade and then went to a carnival. It was so damn hot I wanted to kill someone. Fourth of July should be pretty special for me because it's the day Hubby and I got engaged almost 5 years ago but it always so hot that we end up fighting. I'm not even gonna go into the name calling.

After the carnival we went to his sister's house for some more swimming. J got to play with her cousins, which she always loves. We hung out there all day and then went to the fireworks.

This is the first year we took J. It never really made sense before. I knew she would be afraid plus I was never willing to keep her out past her bedtime. So we all went as a family and it was really nice. We sat on blankets and had ice cream and popcorn. When they started she was scared but eventually she warmed up and I think everyone in the park could hear her yelling, "Wow!" or "That was a big one." It was cool to experience fireworks through her eyes. I can't wait to make more memories like that.

With all that said, I feel like I missed so much in the blog world. How do you guys keep up? Did you get to read and write this weekend?

P.S. Stop over at Lollipop and check out my very first contest. It's an essay contest and you could win a really great book. The deadline is at the end of July. Oh and Mommy Off the Record, I will get to your meme by the end of this week. I promise!

J Raps

I think my daugher has found her calling. See if you can figure out what songs she's singing.


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