A Girl and Her Hat

Oh my H has developed a new love and it is rather charming I must say….

This hat belongs to my husband and he bought it in New Orleans on a trip when I found out I was pregnant with them so it brings back fond memories.

What’s better than a little girl in a faux leather jacket, boys Adidas running shoes and a spiderman ball????


Oh I know what’s better; The Robby Doll in spiderman jammies!

A little break while she contemplates life as an Indian Jones in the making….


And lastly, the robber; a hungry robber who wants a peanut butter sandwich….  I’ve high-lighted some issues wrong with this photo.


Enjoy my little unique girl in all her cuteness and don’t forget to hop on over to Greta and Sarah for some more ippp fun!



My Life in Numbers

This was so fun to write in honor of my lovely fellow bloggers, Farrah and Greta.  Don’t foget to visit GFunkified to read more link ups on others “Life in Numbers.”

1 number of IVF attempts (success)

1 number of marathons I’ve run

2 number of kids I have

2 number of times I’ve driven cross country

2 number of years I bugged the colleges before one finally hired me

2 number of dogs we currently have

3 number of times I usually drag the kids out of the house per day

3 number of years I’ve been a full time stay at home Mom (small side jobs not included)

3 number of months when I realized I would marry Steve

3 number of dogs we’ve adopted

3 number of pitbulls we’ve owned and loved

3 number of times I pulled into the same pump on the wrong side before I finally gave up and left (baby brain)

4 number of years old my girls will be next month

4 number of major surgeries I’ve had

4 number of eggs I eat a day

4 number of degrees I have (2 associates, 1 BS, 1 MBA) – and none of them prepped me for parenthood

5 number of turtles I had before they caught a virus and died

5 number of days we hit the beach in the summer

6 number of times I’ve been to New Orleans (favorite place)

6 number of IUI attempts

7 number of years before I got pregnant

7 number of kids I wish I could have had

9 number of years I had Marcie and Frankie (turtles)

11 number of years old my Bowie was when he died

12 number of years (almost) that I’ve been married

17 number of years we have been together

20 number of years I’ve lived at the beach (or very close)

38 years I’ve been alive

38 number of states I’ve been to

150 number of minutes until bedtime

I might have to do this again!  You should try it as well!  Link up, leave a comment or do on your own!

Lastly don’t forget about the giveaway that ends Wednesday.  Happy ALMOST Thanksgiving!

Fertility Friday 1

Let’s see how this works for all of you out there trying.  My memory of the strenuous two years of trying to have my own family is a very blurry one.  What I remember were the endless trips to Annapolis. Two hours there, two hours back.  Most months I would leave my house at 5:00 in the morning to make it to the Dr. office by 7:00 so I could be seen first and then jump back in the car to make it to work by 9:00.  I was usually late but I had a very cool boss who never noticed or tracked time and now we are best buds even though at the time he had no clue.  This occurred anywhere from 7 – 15 times a month; mostly alone unless my husband could make it or my dear parents.  I would cry.  It was hard going alone but I knew it had to be done.  I would be scared but I grew stronger.  I would get down but learned to be positive.  I would get drunk but sober up although that wasn’t during the drive, appointment or work.  It was every month when my nurse, D,  would call and tell me once again she was sorry but it didn’t work.  I hated those days, so did my husband and my Mom because those two had to calm my nerves, wipe my tears, and then put me to bed.  Sounds dramatic but it sucked! It sucked because one after another women were getting pregnant all around me.  It sucked because once again on the news a baby was abandoned.  It sucked because I knew S was sad with me.  It sucked because the issue was me.  But i tell you what above all of that what I remember the most was standing on the corner of Toulouse and Bourbon and getting a call.  D said, ” I hope you are drinking O’Douls!” That is what still sits in my heart and mind.  That is when the real emotions started, the real tears, the real party.  New Orleans was all a little girl with a dream of being a Mom needed.