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Halloween is a tricky holiday for parents.

You tell your kids not to eat candy from strangers, except on the one day a year when we actually ask strangers for candy. And then there’s the costumes. Buy one too early and you risk having to return it once your kid changes his mind for the 5th time, wait too long and you’ll be stuff with the reject costumes.

You’re basically screwed either way.

And there’s the impossible task of getting a costume for a 3 month old. Have you seen those things? They’re all plush and long sleeved. Poor Cam would sweat his butt off.

For the last two years Cooper cried when I put on his Halloween costume and begged me to take it off. This year he knew what he wanted to be (a T-Rex) 3 months early and talked about it on a daily basis to everyone. Anytime someone came in the house he’d blurt out “t-rex cosume!” and they’d instantly look at me, waiting for an explanation. He was the proudest dino I ever saw.

And there’s the impossible task of getting a costume for a 3 month old. Have you seen those things? They’re all plush and long sleeved. Poor Cam would sweat his butt off. I initially felt bad about not getting him a real costume, but then I came to my senses because who has time for that, and put him in his dino pjs. Done and done!

Once the costumes were secured, we had some family over for a pumpkin carving party (which Cooper wanted nothing to do with). Then a few days later, we did a test run at the trunk-or-treat at my sister’s school. AND THEN was the real thing. Cooper was very much into it this year and was constantly at the head of the pack.

Pictures comin’ at cha in 3…2…1…

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When my stepdad saw my shorts he told my mom “man, those shorts are really unflattering!” like they were part of my regular wardrobe. Ha! What do you think? Can we get the mom shorts to make a comeback?dsc00500 dsc00508


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I feel like I’ve been hibernating for the last month (minus the whole sleeping part) and am just now coming up for air. I feel like I’m swimming through the exhaustion of having a newborn all over again. Cooper recently started doing this great trick where he will only take one 30 minute nap all day and won’t go to bed until 10pm. We follow the same dinner, bath, bed? routine but instead of dozing off at 7:30 after his bottle like he was doing for the last year, it suddenly gives him ALL THE ENERGY and he does laps around the living room cracking up the entire time.

It’s like he’s saying “HA! And you guys thought you had it all figured out!”

Some Most nights we’re so tired we end up laying him in bed with us for a little cartoon time and by the time he’s passed out and I put him in his room, all I want to do is curl back up next to Corey and pass the F out. And that’s precisely what I’ve been doing. I just can’t seem to muster the energy to do anything productive after the boys have gone to bed, and that’s my real only free time these days.

They really don’t prepare you for things like this in all those baby books. Sure, they cover diaper changes and what to feed them and how to swaddle them, but they don’t tell you just how much of a full-time gig it is. But I don’t think you can really know until you know. On Saturday it was all just too much for me. Cooper dozed off at 7:30pm like the good ‘ol days, and a few friends came over and I just finished a delightful Blue Moon and was feeling all nice and relaxed since I haven’t been able to have an adult beverage and talk to actual adults in a long while, when Sir Cooper decided this was indeed unacceptable.

He joined us in the living room for a while, Corey tried to hold him so I could hang out, but all he wanted was to snuggle with his Mama. And don’t get me wrong, I LOVE being his Mama and couldn’t dream of doing anything else with my days (most days I bask in the glory of being the only one that can comfort him), but man. It all hit me. Hormones shmormones.

It was only 8:30pm but Mama had a job to do. So we quietly retreated to the bedroom, put on the cartoons, and I had myself a good cry trying my hardest to not drip mascara on our new white sheets. A couple hugs from Corey and heavy breaths on my neck from Cooper and I was back to normal, but I’ll be damned if I wasn’t just the tiny bit jealous of my husband out there in the living room.

So yeah, now that we’ve got that out of the way, here are a few pictures from Christmas that you probably don’t want to see anyways. But that’s the beauty of being the boss of this measly slice of internet pie.
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And thissss is what it looks like trying to get four teenagers, an 8 year old, a 3 year old and a 13 month old to all sit still and smile at the camera…

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Give me your best shot, 2015! Processed with VSCOcam with g3 preset


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The days since Cooper was born, and especially since he’s been home, have all been blended together. Corey and I are constantly asking each other what day it is and some days it feels like I wake up and 5 minutes later it’s already time for bed.

Our first Christmas as a family of three was no different.

With 3 stops to make, it was our first full day out of the house with the baby. Between making sure I had enough bottles ready to go beforehand, packing the diaper bag (and cooler and pump and presents) and coordinating my pump schedule, I was ready for bed before we even left. But once we made it out of the house, Cooper was a perfect baby. There was no major disasters and his outfit actually stayed clean and spit-up free the whole day. He literally slept through 90% of the Christmas festivities and didn’t seem to mind being passed around from one warm set of arms to the next.

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The day was over before I knew it and OF COURSE as soon as we got home this little boy was wide eyed and ready to go! We’re still trying to work on the whole day and night thing. He seems completely uninterested in establishing any type of schedule besides eating every 3-4 hours. We’re working on it as much as anyone can work on it with a 7 week old. 

photo 5Watching Hailey start to understand Christmas and Santa and watching her tear open her presents makes me so excited for next year and all the Christmas’s to come. While I don’t want him to grow up too fast and I’m trying to savor all of our late night feed/cuddle sessions and the new smiles, I can’t wait to watch this little boy grow up. I wonder what he’ll ask Santa for in the years to come. Will he want race cars or a swashbuckling pirate sword? Maybe a grill so he can cook alongside daddy or a shovel to help mama in the garden? Either way, I’m sure he’ll be spoiled to pieces.

We’re gearing up for Christmas part 2 next week when Corey’s sisters and nieces and nephews arrive to exchange gifts and sit around drinking tea, stuffing our faces and playing Apples to Apples. There will be 10 more people and 20 hands eager to meet the little man and I couldn’t be more excited to show him off.



If your love of books is anything like mine then you totally understand the need for the above disclaimer. I’ve wanted to be a writer for as long as I can remember. My major in college was English and I had no problem with the one-novel-per-week homework for each course. I actually looked forward to it despite everyones whats-wrong-with-that-girl eyebrows. Now, one of my favorite places to be is at my (soon to be) Sister-in-law’s used bookstore but, sadly, I don’t always have enough time to read.

When I saw different versions of this wreath popping up all over the internet I knew I had to make one.  Armed with nothing more than a single inspiration picture stored in my iPhone library I was determined  All I really knew was that I wanted this thing to be big and there was no way I was murdering any of my books no matter how adorable the end product may be! And then I remembered I’d been hauling a bag of tattered, old books around in my trunk for the last 3 months that were destined for Goodwill. So, I hauled those babies right back inside. See! I knew there was a reason for my extreme procrastination!

I used two different sized books for the wreath. Two small goosebumps books for the inner parts of the wreath and a bigger one fot the outside and back (three books total). I spent one night planted in front of the TV just rolling and stapling book pages and assembled everything the next night.

I debated making the wreath frame out of thick cardboard but wasn’t sure if that would give me the right amount of depth I was looking for. After a quick trip the dollar store I settled on a wooden branch frame that I covered with newspaper and duct tape to give it a better shape and make it a little more sturdy.

Then, starting with the larger pages (if you’re using two different sizes) start hot gluing the pages to the wreath face down. I just started gluing until there was no space left. I also trimmed the tails off the pages after they were glued down to keep the middle of the wreath open. Once you got everything covered and clipped, turn it over. It should look something like this:

Betsy Crocker: Book Page Wreath

For the front, I did one row of the larger book pages before I started on the smaller ones. Just keep gluing, and gluing, and gluing. And try not to burn yourself! It sucks, trust me!

Now it’s time to clean up that middle section.

Betsy Crocker: Book Page Wreath

Gently turn over the wreath and lay it face down. Take the tail end of the middle pages, fold them back and glue in place. One thing I learned in the process is that when you get to the last few pages in the middle of the wreath, try to get the staple as close to the bottom of the roll as possible. This will make it much easier to hide the staples. If you can’t get low enough, try using a piece of scotch tape.

Turn it back over and check for any empty spots and fill in with extra pages. I also added a ribbon with two staples and reinforced it with a little hot glue to make sure it wouldn’t fall down. I used a gray ribbon so it could stay up all year since I decided to gift it to the bookstore.

Betsy Crocker: Book Page Wreath

There really is no better home for it.