I Really Did Have Big Plans...

I have been anticipating my 100th post for a while now. I've been keeping up with it and felt like I was stuck on 97 posts forever. Then I noticed yesterday that my 100th post, my blessed 100th post, was the last one. You know, the one about comment posting problems. Can you say LAME!?!? I am ashamed.

I had big plans for my 100th post. Beachy Mimi had her 100th post about a month ago and I was totally inspired to do something cool for my 100th post. The bloggy milestone. The proverbial step from baby blog to bona fide blog. And I blew it. I wrote about Blogger troubles and my inability to get comments on my blog. Sad.

However, not all is lost.

Why?

Because TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!



I'm 29 (for the 6th time). I know, shocking.

So, in honor of my birthday, and since I totally blew the cool 100th post, let's see if I can break a 3GirlsMom blog comment record. That can be your gift to me. Unless you want to send me something tangible, like chocolate or fabulous shoes, in which case I'll be totally and completely accepting of your generosity. No? No prob. Just leave me a comment and let's see how many of those puppies I can get.

I hope you have a fantastic October 24th. Enjoy the fall weather and hope you are getting geared up for Halloween, which is one week from today if you haven't been paying attention.

Love ya, peeps.

Bloggy weirdness?

Apparently, several people have been trying to post a comment on the previous entry but haven't been able to. So here's a new post - let's try it here. Maybe it's something weird going on at Blogger.

Since I'm so techy (ha), I'll leave it to those who know what they're doing to figure it out. Any help?

Excellence in Bloggyville

Last night, I had the privilege of spending an evening o' music with some of my favorite bloggy peeps. Because BooMama is cool like that, this fun event was held in her living room. The artist who came was Trent Monk, of Monk and Neagle fame.

Ok, let me stop right there and let you know something. Not only have I NEVER had a concert in my living room (unless you count the ever frequent Hannah Montana tuneage that comes from my 7 year old/obsessed fan), I don't know anyone who has had a concert in their living room, either. And I mean a for real concert. Guitar, amp, t-shirt/CD table, the whole works. It was quite possibly the coolest in-house event I've ever attended.

That, and the time that Santa Claus came in my front door (apartment, no chimney) on Christmas Eve when I was 2 and I saw him and because I wasn't asleep he turned around and left....trauma, I tell you. But then I went to sleep pronto and woke up to find that he came back and brought my talking baby doll. Whew.

Ok, back to the story. Can you tell I'm distracted easily?

Trent is quite possibly the best guitar player I've ever heard. At one point he played so fast that I think there was smoke coming out of his fingers. It was insane. He even played with his TEETH! (Little inside joke for those of us who were there) His songs were fun, inspiring, romantic (he loves to write love songs, I love to listen to love songs...good match), and thought provoking. His voice is amazing and he is a really funny guy, to boot. He is really humble and definitely doesn't see himself as the cool music star that we see him as. Also, his music has a great "jam quality" to it, which would make it really good workout music. Check out his MySpace and listen to several songs there.

Here's a pic of him in action. It was taken from my phone camera, so it's not great quality, but you can see him jammin.



The next picture is just for Erin. Although you are all welcome to look at it. :)



And, in case you can't see what the nametag says, here it is a little closer.



All because I love ya, girll. All because I love ya.

What Up, Peeps.

So.

Yeah.

I've been a little busy as of late.

Ye Olde Blog has had to sit on the sidelines and be quiet for a little while. She has not enjoyed it.

So in order to appease the blog, I'll let you know what we've been up to.

You know, because I'm sure you've all been waiting with baited breath to find out this information.

Anyhoo, without further ado, I'll present to you "What I've Been Doing, Yo."

I added the Yo just for you. Because I'm gangsta like that.

Ahem.

Mary Emma plays on a travel softball team and we had a tournament last weekend. While playing in the first game (she played 4 in one day), she was running onto the field and ran directly in the path of the girl who was on deck and practicing her swing. Whammo. Mary Emma was hit with a bat right across the chest and went down like a tree. Scared us to freaking death. Turned out it hit her across the front of her right arm and across her chest right below her collar bone. A little higher and her collar bone would've been a goner. A little lower and it would've hit right across her sternum and I don't want to think about what could've happened. It was a scary moment. She has an ugly bat-shaped bruise, but played in the remaining 3 games that day. She's a tough cookie. And before anyone fusses at us, we made totally and completely sure she was ok before we gave her the green light to play again. We talked with a couple of nurses (actual RNs who were also softball moms watching their kids) who checked her out and we made her sit out the rest of the game in which she was hurt. We would've been at the hospital lickety split if we had any question that she wasn't ok. We're not overly competitive sports parents who make their kids play injured. We see the big picture.

Homecoming went very well. Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures of it, because I was a mom in charge of wrangling dads who were escorting daughters, and a girl can only multitask in so many directions before her head explodes. But my father-in-law got some pictures and as soon as I get them from him, I'll show them to you. I know you can't wait and will mark the date on your calendar.

Tait is almost completely potty trained. Can I get an Amen? Hallelujah? Holla? Woop Woop? As soon as she masters the whole "pooping in the potty isn't the scariest thing on the entire earth" mindset, we'll be there. That deserves a blog post in itself.

Camille is still hard headed, stubborn, hilarious, and fearless. I'm pretty sure that'll ring true for a long time.

Mary Emma had a field trip to the Symphony this past week. I think she enjoyed it, because HELLO, it's a day out of school. But let's face it. Most 2nd graders are bored silly with the symphony. I, however, was a nervous wreck that day. I hate school buses. I am terrified of them. The thought of a bus wreck with my baby on board scares me a lot. So, as much as I know she loves field trips, I sure wish she could be seat belted in an airbag filled car (or mini-van, in my case) rather than a non-seat belted, no airbag, metal box.

I volunteered last night at the Steven Curtis Chapman/Michael W. Smith concert. I was working at the Compassion booth. There were a LOT of upsides to the evening. Most importantly, over 100 kids were taken out of poverty through sponsorship. Praise Him for that! I also got in the concert FREE. I also got to see a lot of the concert and it was gooood. I also got to hang out with BooMama (she was working, too) and got to meet Greek Grits when she stopped by the booth to say hey! That was cool. What up, Greek Grits, yo?

After I got home from the concert (at 11:15 pm), Mary Emma, who has been really croupy over the last couple of days, was sleeping in my bed and struggling to breathe. So I packed her up and went to the ER. She has croup and was given a steroid to help her breathe (of course, by the time we got all the way downtown to Children's Hospital, she wasn't wheezing anymore, but was still barking/coughing). We left the hospital at 4:00am and came home. Spencer stayed home this morning so she and I could sleep a little. I got in bed about 4:45 and slept till 10:30. It's nice to say I slept till 10:30, even though it really doesn't count since I went to bed at dawn. However, I'm a wee bit rested.

Lastly, I was leaving the house the other day and was telling Mary Emma goodbye (the little girls were taking naps) and she said to me, "Yo, yizzle, Bye Mommy, Yo." And then made the sideways "peace" signs with both hands.

The gangsta acorn doesn't fall far from the tree, huh?