I know. I've been horrible at posting and now you are getting two in one week. This is mostly because I have given up Facebook for a while. It sort of took over my life and became more important than anyone or anything else and I realized I needed to cut it out for a while and reevaluate.

Here's a little bit of what has been going on this week:
Miss Priss got an official "big girl" bed this weekend. I have been looking for a trundle bed for over a year now and finally found one. Those suckers are expensive!! I thought about begging my dad to build me one, but I realized it would still cost a pretty penny (instead of a pretty dollar like the stores charge) and he is just way too busy to bother him with that. My mom remembered I was looking and happened to spot this big beauty while in Costco last week. She sent me a text with a photo and I wrote back asking how much it was and you won't believe it.... $299. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?! The trundle alone costs that much everywhere else and the beds start around $799. I called my in-laws the next day and asked them if they had plans for the weekend. When they said no, I said, "Great! You are taking me to buy a bed and then helping me put it together!" They are so awesome because they were more than happy to help and didn't run and hide. (It's not on sale online in case you look it up. Not sure why.) Sophie is very excited and I'm over the moon excited. Now we have a place for someone to sleep when we have a friend/cousin/brother who has to give up his bed for grandparents/friends/family. 

Next on our list? Buy a mattress for the trundle.


I have been on a mission to find the best spaghetti sauce. I grew up on Ragu. It was fine, but then I moved out and got married to a man who lived for spices and the Ragu just didn't cut it. I tried adding spices to Ragu, but that didn't work. I tried the spaghetti packets and they are delicious, but I really want to get away from all the "extras" that are in such packets that aren't very good for you. When at my parents house a couple of weekends ago, I had some of their leftovers (not our leftovers, but my parents' from that week. Weird? Nah!) and the sauce I finished off was amazing! It had kick. It had flavor. And it made me forget that I was eating pasta filled with cheese. My mom couldn't remember what it was actually called, or maybe it was she couldn't pronounce it, but I guess I had asked them enough times that my dad just texted me a photo of it. It is called Arrabbiata sauce. When I was in Publix the other day I found two different brands and I can't wait to try them. Here they are:





Sophie and I went out running errands on Monday. She was extra grumpy. Actually both kids were, but one of them was at school so I had only half grumpy to deal with. We were going on day 3 of bad attitudes and they finally broke me. I'm not proud of it, but it happens. I wasn't up for fighting her again on clothes, so a dentistry shirt, denim skirt and tights we wore that day. She was happy after we ate lunch and even started running and sliding on her knees in Target. I got a video of it, because I'm not the mom that says, "Don't do that! Little girls don't slide on their knees." I'm the mom that says, "Wait! Let me get a video with my phone! Do it again!" Well, I can't get the video to load, so here's a photo of her passed out in the back of the van after our trip to Target. It was a glorious 30 minutes.



Christopher, poor thing, has continued our rough weekend into his week at school. Maybe I should say poor teacher instead. He really struggles with staying calm and not talking too much after they have lunch and rest time. (I can totally relate, because I was a hyper kid. Shocking, I know.) When I picked him up today I asked him if he stayed on green and when his answer starts with, "Wellllllllllllll...." you know he didn't. But this was the first time the whole class went to yellow. I have no idea what actually happened, but something like, the teacher had to step out to talk to another adult and when she came in everyone was talking (except Christopher, of course) and she said, "The whole class is going on yellow." Didn't phase my man, but it did make one of the girls cry. When we got home I opened up his folder to find, not 1, but 2 notes inside. We spent the next 30 minutes having quiet time in our room. We talked about what happened and I remained calm. And then I told Christopher that after his 30 minutes were up he was going to come downstairs and write a "sorry note" to his teacher and a "sorry note" to the little boy that he pushed. I go downstairs and about 10 minutes later I hear his sweet voice say, "Mommy? Can you come here please?" I went to see what he needed and he was standing there holding this note that he wrote all by himself for his teacher:

It says, "I'm sorry for disobeying. Please forgive me." And the flower was a nice added touch if I do say so myself. If she can't forgive him (which I HIGHLY doubt b/c she is wonderful!), it just means that her day was worse than my weekend (and it is still burned in her brain) and she and I even more alike that I thought.

We have gone on a family walk and now we are fixing supper and the kids are getting along. I think God even had the angels get on their knees and pray for me. We already have weekend plans that I am pretty sure are going to be very awesome and we are super excited. See y'all soon!