Diva Day 3

For the Tiny diva, the clothing choices usually starts with socks. She loves herself a nice pair of striped socks. And it never matters if the socks match her outfit of choice. In fact I think she purposefully chooses non-matching socks. Probably because she knows it makes me twitch internally.

T-Shirt: this cupcake cutie came from JcPenney - Okie Dokie Brand

Shorts: Okie Dokie again. They remind me of something Donna wore in 90210. 

Socks: (non-matching, of course) Old Navy from 2 years ago. They don't fit. I try to throw them away. She somehow finds them again.

Shoes: The same Oshkosh Mary Janes from Meijers. What can I say, when the girl finds a pair of shoes she likes she will wear them every day until they fall apart. 

Facebook Sale Reminder

Just a reminder that the May Facebook Sale started yesterday for Funklicious. Remember that you can only find my monthly sales on Facebook, so make sure you like Funklicious (http://www.facebook.com/Funklicious)  to get all the great sale and promotions! Mother's day is just around the corner. Place your order now to get it on time. I just started making aprons. Reversible aprons to be listed this week. Click here to go to see the new items listed. Woot! Woot!

Diva, Day 2

The Diva went for a layered look for today. Very snazzy look for her, in an unmatched sort of way.

T-shirt: Arizona brand, thank you JcPenney. Can't find it online anymore.

Skirt: Circo Skirt, via Target

Leggings: Old Navy. It's no longer for sale either. And the pants must always be leggings. No pants are allowed to touch the feet. The world ends if pants touch the feet.

Socks: Striped Elmo socks from the dollar bin at Target. 

Shoes: Oshkosh, clearance from Meijers. No longer for sale. 

Sophia was very proud of this look. I think the bright colored socks made the look, don't you agree? 

Little Fashion Diva, Instagram Style

My three year, my sweet petunia, my stinkweed, has decided that she now has to pick out what she wears. Me, deciding I have bigger battles to fight with her, am letting her choose her clothes. As long as all all appropriate areas are covered, I don't care. And since I am highly amused by her choices, I thought I would start sharing them here, Instagram style. And yes, I just downloaded the app. Apparently, I am very slow with the times.

Sweater: Special riding hood sweater made by Nana. Perfect for playing Little Red Riding Hood. Minus the red hood. (Details)

Shirt (not seen): Plain purple Circo brand 

Pants: One size too small Circo brand leggings.

Shoes: Oshkosh brown Mary Janes. 

Astonished

I cannot believe my baby, my last child, just turned three. Where. In. The. World. Did. The. Time. Go? Seriously? Just yesterday she was a tiny baby who hiccuped all the time. And now she is a walking, talking, big girl machine who demands that mommy give her "birtday party hair" and make her a cupcake "birtday party skirt". Of course that meant that the night before her birthday party I was up late finishing the requested cupcake skirt.

Is it possible to stop time? Because I am not ready for this girl to grow up any more. I need a hug. And a shot of vodka. In no particular order.

(sob!)

Sad

It always makes me sad when I finish eating the last chocolate chip cookie in my lunch. 


On my to do list: create a magic never ending box of chocolate chip cookies. Of course this means I might have to find a genie in a bottle or a leprechaun. Details, schmetails. 


(You're totally singing Christina Aguilera's "Genie in a Bottle" right now, aren't you?)


(If you weren't, you are now.)


(You're welcome. Or not. Just don't get too pissy with me or else I won't share my magic never ending chocolate chip cookie supply.)


((( )))


(We needed a few more parenthesis in this post.)


(Although, now that I look at it ((( ))) looks like a crude and rude emotie.)


I'll shut up now. 

February 16

Today would have marked my mother's 61st birthday.

She's been gone almost three years. It will be three years on May 13th. The day before my son's 8th birthday.

I keep waiting for the sharp stab of pain to disappear. For the tears to stop coming to my eyes when I think of her. To stop cursing everything in sight from taking her far, far too early. For knowing just how damn much she is missing.

And I keep on waiting.