I ran to Walmart tonight. All I needed was a particular kind of bread that I like from their bakery. Like any normal, breathing person, I can't just go into Walmart for 1 thing. I remembered that I needed diapers when I got there. That totally screwed me. See, the bread is in the front of store and the diapers are toward the back. That means I will find other stuff to buy on my walk from the bakery to the diapers.
This time, I have to admit that my spur of the moment purchase worked out great. I walked passed a display for stuff to make s'mores with. We are on a vacation and staying with my parents. They have a pretty house that sits on 2 acres of land, beneath a lot of lush trees, and has a small creek running through the backyard. My dad built a fire pit back there a few years ago, and seeing the s'mores display reminded me of that. So I grabbed the Hershey's bars, the Graham Cracker squares, and the Campfire Marshmallows, threw them in the cart and didn't look back.
I came home (to my parents house) cooked and cooked dinner. Once the kids and my dad finished eating I told them about my purchase. So, my dad went outside and started a little fire in the fire pit and the boys grabbed some chairs while I got everything ready to take outside. Oddly enough, this is the first time I have ever made s'mores with the boys outside.
I picked a great night to be all "spur of the moment". It was about 68 degrees out and beautiful! This was one of the most relaxing nights I have had in a long time. I enjoyed every single minute with my kiddos and my dad! We turned on the radio, showed the boys how to maintain the fire, roast the marshmallows, and put the s'mores together. I got to listen to the boys laugh and tell stories, and more importantly, I got show them how to relax and just enjoy being together as a family WITHOUT iPhones, Wii's, computers, or TV's. I really love these nights, the spur of the moment surprises always end up being the best nights.
busted! They were delicious though! hehe
I don't wanna carry wood. GROSS!
I'll carry the wood, mom!
Grandpa and Hunter
ME!
Shane
Grandpa with his boys
Me and Hunter
Me and Shane
I had a great night and I am so blessed to have such a great family! These are my favorite moments. These are the moments that I love, the moments I cherish, and the moments I wouldn't trade for anything in the world!! I don't want moments like this to pass me by and I plan on grabbing them every chance I get.
Since I'm 900 miles away from my doctor it only makes sense that a horrible pain would occur. So, my mom and my sister took me to the ER. I just wanted to get it checked out and make sure it wasn't something major that required surgery. I get anxious over that kind of stuff since I am my kids primary care giver. If I wait until I'm seriously ill my kids could wind up with a useless mother. I don't handle anxiety well. I tend to crack jokes, be sarcastic, and say horribly inappropriate things to people. Laughing helps me through my anxiety. The hospital I went to got stuck dealing with my bad jokes and sarcasm. I apologized in advance though.
The hospital got me in to a room pretty fast. That was my first freak out moment. What was in my description that got me into a room before the 10 other people ahead of me in the waiting room? Was I dying?? Was it my joke about drinking the occasional 10 glasses of wine 3 days a week? Then they took me to a very large room with a lot more equipment than a normal emergency dept. room would have. Freak out number two came. What made them think I needed such a large room and with so much equipment?
The nurse came in, had me take my top off and put a gown on. No dinner or drinks. Worst date ever! Then she sent me off to pee in a cup.
Hooray...
I finished up and went back to my room and laid down. Then I heard a strange noise. It was an odd noise. It was a grumble. I looked at my mom and sister in horror. Let me take you back to a half hour earlier when we were driving to the ER. There were creepy clouds swirling around.
My sister joked about the end being being near. I said it was the Zombie Apocalypse. My mom and sister both laughed. My mom said "whatever! There is no such thing!" I told her it was happening though! hehe
Fast forward back to the ER with the strange growling noise down the hall. It started off dull. I asked My mom and sister if they heard the noise. They both shook their heads yes. The growl began to get progressively louder. Then a nurse yelled "GET THE RESTRAINTS!!!" You never want to hear "Get the restraints" being yelled in a hospital. The growling went from louder and louder to full on incoherent yelling, then turned to singing and later led to a whole lot of "F" bombs being dropped.
CUH-REEPAYYYYYYYY!!!
The doctor came in. He asked what was wrong with me. I explained that I didn't know and that's why I was there. Then asked if he knew what was wrong with me. (don't get your panties in a wad uptight friends. It was friendly banter not rudeness. SWEAR!) I explained my symptoms. "There's a bump and it hurts and it's on my hip and it feels numbs in spots and I'm dizzy and my tummy get queasy after I pee. Oh and sometimes the pain is a shooting pain and sometimes it's dull and achy" He looked as confused as I was. So I changed the subject and I asked him if zombies were attacking. He said to keep our eyes peeled. There was some crazy stuff going on and they were all his patients. Then he looked at my chart and commented on my meds. "I see you take Synthroid for your thyroid and Prozac for anxiety, ocd, and depression" To which my comment was obviously, "ummm no! I take it for fun and recreational purposes. Oh and to scare off zombies. I take wine for the depression , anxiety, and ocd." Seemed like a legit answer. He laughed and told me someone would be in to do a CT. I asked if it was a full body scan because I wanted my brain checked. He looked at me and asked "How is the CT supposed to scan something that's not there?"
FINALLY!! Someone who appreciated my humor and could banter back and forth with me!! I may be in love. Shhhhhh....Don't tell! haha
Finally someone with a wheel chair showed up to take me to CT. I didn't even ask for a badge. I just wanted to get away from the zombie!!! She told me to sit, asked me my name and birthday. I replied with "HOLY HELL!! THAT'S COLD!!" The back of my gown was open and my bareback touched the very cold wheel chair. I had to inform her that "HOLY HELL!! THAT'S COLD!!" was neither my name or my birthday, and then cough up the real stuff. (no more pretending to be 21 *sigh*) After I coughed up the top secret name and bday info, she rolled me out the door. I told her to hit the gas and pop a wheelie. She said she would and that it was her last day anyway. Then I hear another nurse yell, "I heard that!!" I told her "RUN!!!!!!" and we took off down the hall to the elevator.
When I got to the CT room I noticed bloody gauze on the floor under the machine. I told her it was there and she said it was probably from the person before me. I said "who? The zombie??" Then the radiologist walked in and said "There are zombies here?" The nurse said "Yes TWO!!"
I KNEW IT!!!!!!
I went back to my room, laid back in bed and then heard more growling BUT it was also accompanied by screaming. It was a young zombie. Okay, not really. It was a little boy who hit his head but he was growling like a baby zombie. I was ready to get the hell outta dodge by this time!!
Finally the doctor came in and said "I have great news! You aren't pregnant!!" I've never wanted to hug a man more in my life. Those were THE.SEXIEST.WORDS.EVER.
Then he informed me that it was not a tumor and nothing surgical would be required. I asked him what the hell was wrong with me then?! He said he wasn't sure but wasn't I happy that there was no surgery required?
I told him "NO WAY! I am not happy. I was looking forward to having a souvenir from my trip! Nothing would be cooler than having a tumor in a glass jar next to my bed!"
He told me "maybe next time!" Then informed me that if I started running a fever to come back. I made sure to find out when he worked next because I planned on torturing him if I ended up needing to come back. He told me what time he'd be there. I have a sneaking suspicion that he may have been fibbing.
He gave me a prescription for some drugs and sent me on my way. I wished him luck with the zombies and now I'm in bed. My face was not eaten off by a zombie or anything. Thank you Jesus! Hopefully I never encounter zombies again!
From now on I'm just going to start walking around with my fingers plugged into my ears!
Nothing in life is free. Except unwanted advice. People hand that crap out like pimps hand out porn flyers on the Vegas Strip! All of that "advice" being handed out does nothing but litter my mind just like those damn porn flyers litter the streets! Just like those porn filled, street littering flyers, unwanted advice is also looked at as diseased. When one of the pimps tried handing me his hoe's porn flyer, I grabbed it with the tips of my thumb and pointer finger, held it as far away from me as I could and threw it in the trash can. People need to stop handing that shit out!! If you have really great advice, or really great hookers for that matter, get a website and post it on there like legitimate businesses do. Then get a billboard and post an ad on that. If people are interested, they will call, write, show up, whatever. Stop passing it around like a diseased whore!
Unwanted advice is undoubtedly the Herpes of the parenting world. When you first have your baby it comes on in full force. After a while it disappears, and then the kid starts eating solids and BAM! There is a full on breakout again! The solid food excitement calms after a couple of months and the advice fades away. Then the kid turns 15 months and your over sized child is struggling with leg cramps so you turn his car seat around. No sooner does that happen, does the outbreak return. THE.CYCLE.NEVER.ENDS.
The only thing that helps is medicine. Whether it comes in the form of a prescription or it comes over the counter in the form of wine, and now that you have kids it's not the good kind of wine. The good kind is for kidless women who aren't paying for diapers. Now you buy your wine the same way you buy your diapers...by the box!
If you are one of those people that feels the need to hand out advice, unsolicited. Please stop. You are costing me a fortune in Prozac, and Franzia Sunset Blush. I will have to start billing you. If someone didn't ask for your opinion or thoughts on something, DO.NOT.HAND.IT.OUT. I know it's hard to avoid adding your 2 cents but let's face it, in this economy you should be pinching those pennies anyway. Oh and FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, if you don't have any kids at all, just zip your damn lips. No parent wants to hear your advice on potty training their kid from your experience with your dog. As much as we would love to smack our kids with a newspaper and rub their noses in it, it just isn't how it works. Plus, I found that even joking about it with your pediatrician gets you a funny look and a small note in your child's chart. They won't let you see the note either. That's a whole other blog post though.
Ahhhhh...the good old days. The days when things didn't phase anyone. The days when people didn't give you a second look when it came to the way you raised your kids. Things our parents and grandparents did to us would get gasps, shrieks, and multiple phone calls to child services. What brought on this sudden need for reminiscing about childhood? Going to my grandparents house this afternoon happens to be the culprit.
See, I vacation back to my hometown of Alton, IL at least once a year. Usually in June or July. This time it is from the end of June all the way to the end of July. Today I decided to go over and visit my grandparents for a couple of hours. The kids went straight to the closet in their computer room and found the bucket of toys that they keep stashed in the closet. Hunter (the 4 yr old) pulled out this old tea set. I looked at it as he was pouring his fake tea and serving it to my grandma and the memories began to flood back.
I asked my Grandma if that was the same tea pot from when I was a little girl. She told me it was the same set. I started to laugh as my child continued to serve her fake tea from the little plastic tea pot. I started to think back to being around his age, maybe a year or two older. I spent most of my weekends with them. I LOVED to stay with them. I think my parents loved it too. haha Anyway, I remember sitting up in the living room with them on those evenings with that little tea pot in front of me. I would sit at the coffee table and my grandma would fill it full of coffee. Yep, you heard me right. COFFEE. She would also give me a spoon and a whole bowl of sugar and let me go to town. She even refilled my pot if I asked. (my coffee/tea pot not the herbal kind of pot. Thought I should clarify) Who gives a child that age coffee? Especially if they are keeping said child overnight?! This is stuff that would make parents gasp in horror today. Not when I was little though. Nobody questioned you. They were YOUR kids and you could raise them as you saw fit. I'm still alive. Nothing horrible happened. The coffee did not kill me or stunt my growth. Well, that I know of. I am 5'5. If my growth was stunted, I'm okay with it. I am happy with my current height. Okay, back on topic. As I sat there thinking about those days...the days when I stayed up all night drinking coffee with my grandparents, I remembered just last week when they had come all the way to my house in Texas to help me get things in order and pack up for my trip up here, that I walked in the living room and nearly fainted as I watched my grandma give my little princess her first sips of black coffee. I don't know why I gasped. Maybe because feeding a baby coffee should be wrong? In all honesty though, I was not bothered by it. She didn't give her a lot and the princess seemed to enjoy it. If anyone saw me do that at Starbucks I would probably be stoned to death in the town square by all of the perfect parents who do no wrong and know what's best for everyone's child.
Thinking back on the days when I used that tea set as my own personal coffee pot made me realize just how lucky I am to have been raised in such a simpler time, a less judgmental time. A time when parents could laugh and joke with their kids, a time when spanking in public was okay, a time when you didn't have to look over your shoulder constantly. There is so much about my childhood that I wish my kids could experience. I am so grateful to my parents and grandparents for raising me "real". I had a happy childhood and I have a ton of great memories. So many more fabulous memories than bad memories. We had a great balance of freedom and discipline. I would not trade my childhood for anything. Especially those coffee filled weekend nights with my grandparents!!!!!!
Here are just a few of the millions of pics I have with my grandparents. I love them so much and don't know what I would do without them, their love, and their support!
Feeding the ducks with my grandpa
If I remember right, I actually had just peed on my grandma in this pic. haha
One of my favorite of me and my grandma
I wanted to do everything my grandpa did. Including running around topless. haha
My grandpa would set up a tent in his back yard and let us "camp out". This was one of those camp outs.
I was a very loved child. My grandma and my mother taught me so much about raising children. I couldn't have asked for better role models.
Looking at old pictures is one of my favorite things in the world. I do it a lot. I could sit for hours looking through albums and boxes of photos at my grandparents. Seeing that tea set in person just set off a flood of memories that made me head to my parents basement and find some of these old pics. Hopefully, you all have fond memories like this too. Memories that make you stop what you're doing, gasp, laugh, smile, snort, choke, close your eyes, cry tears of joy, and make you think "what were they thinking?!" I also hope that you are able to take time to make these same kind of memories with your kids.
(and to be honest, I think I would have to pay them to take him sometimes)
My middle child is a whiner. I get so tired of his whining sometimes. He is a pro whiner. If they made whining an Olympic sport he would win the gold every time. This kids voice gets so high pitched when he starts whining that it is inaudible to the human ears. I think that only dogs and mermaids can understand the noises that come from his mouth when he doesn't like the outcome of a particular situation. I thought that "terrible 2's" were only supposed to happen during the age of 2. I had no clue that it would start at the end of the second year and last for 2 years. I was also unaware that it didn't just mean the number 2, it also meant the words "to" and "too". The whining starts when he hears things like "to bad", "to late", "to the bath", "to bed", "your sister gets to come too", "that's not just yours, it's your brother's too", "don't eat all of the cookies, mom gets some too". I could really go on and on but I won't because if you have yet to have kids this age you will cry, or possibly even inflict some sort of self harm on yourself. I don't want to be responsible for that.
What is with the whining? Why do they keep doing it? It typically gets him a big fat spanking (go ahead judgers, judge me). He doesn't get what he wants from his whining. Well, I guess unless his end game is to get a good ass whooping. If it is then we may need to seek therapy for the kid or find him an Anastasia Steele to his Christian Grey. YIKES!! Okay, seriously...when will it stop? I've never experienced such a stubborn child. He doesn't care if he gets punished. His tantrums and whining go on, and on, and onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.
I am ready to pull my hair out. I lost it tonight. He asked me "Mama, what are you making for dinner?" I told him that we were having sloppy joe's. His face lit up and he said "oh yay! yummy!! I love sloppy joe's mommy!"
Okay, great! Fantastic! Hooray!!! Finally, an easy night at dinner. No whining about what we are having. This is great. He watches me cook it, then asks if it's almost ready, and then asks for some sprite. I make his drink, plate his food and sit everyone down at the table. The princess dug in, the 8 year old started to eat, and the 4 year old...well, he just looked at it, looked at me and said, "this is disgusting. I don't like sloppy joe's"
Wait, WHAT???????????
Did I miss understand the meaning behind his comment "oh yay! yummy!! I love sloppy joe's mommy!" Maybe I was dreaming that he said that? Maybe I was drunk and didn't know? Maybe I am delusional. Maybe I really did finally lose it. Could I be hearing voices??
NOPE
My hearing was just fine. I was just experiencing a few symptoms from a diagnosis I received 8 years ago called "Children". It's a debilitating disease that brings on many side effects. It can cause bouts of yelling, screaming, insanity, a feeling of helplessness, you may even think you are talking and you're being heard but then reality kicks in and you realize you must have just been thinking and not talking because nobody seemed to acknowledge the words that you THOUGHT were coming out of your mouth. These are just a few of the side effects. There are many more. Feel free to contact a mental health professional if you are imagining clean rooms, no dirty dishes, folded and hung up laundry, or children playing nicely. This can be a sign of a dream and not real life. Seek immediate attention. Something must really be wrong if you're dreaming. It means you are actually getting enough free time to get some sleep.
Anyway, he fought tooth and nail about eating those sloppy joe's. The ones he was SOOOO EXCITED about. He took a bite of the bun and then pretended to choke, gag, and cough. So I told him he was going to bed. That's right. I sent my kid to bed at 5:45 pm. I just had enough. I was tired of spanking, I was tired of taking things away, I was tired of trying to entice him to eat by using treats as a reward. I was just flat out tired. So instead of fighting at the table, I just told him if he didn't want to eat that he could go to bed. There is only so much whining a mom can take and tonight was my breaking point.
Sweet dreams kid! Maybe you'll eat tomorrow like you are supposed to! ha!
I haven't been to a concert in years. Not kidding. The last concert I attended was the "Justified & Stripped Tour" on July 5, 2003. You may not even remember that concert. It was back when Justin Timberlake and Christina Aguilera were totally awesome, and The Black Eyed Peas were nothing but an opening act. Now, here it is, almost 10 years later and I finally got around going to a concert again.
I would not usually get the chance to attend such a grand event with my girlfriends. This was pure luck!
Let me take you back in time to June 11, 2013:
It just so happens that I decided to mop my floors that day because I was having some of my bloggy friends over. Wait, that sounds like I never mop unless I have guests. Not true. I mop my kitchen about 3 to 25 millions times a week. The amount varies depending on the spilling capabilities of my children during the week. I don't mop my front entry that often though. It's a small area and I usually spray 409 on the dirty spots and wipe it with a paper towel. However, when it gets mopped it is the slickest part of the house because it has one of those polyurethane coatings on it. I went to town mopping that entry way. It was bright, shiny, and immaculate! I grabbed my mop bucket, took it into the kitchen, and dumped the dirty water down the drain. My house was now nice and clean. I wanted to get the mop and bucket out of the way before my friends arrived so I went running through the kitchen, passed the formal dining area, and stupidly stepped on my super slick, freshly mopped floor. It was like a scene from a cartoon! My feet were going back and forth, my mop bucket flew across the room and broke, then my feet went into the air, I fell backwards and just laid there...staring at the ceiling. I'm sure I saw the cartoon birds and everything! Well, here is a great example::
I suffered through the pain for a couple of days but it kept getting worse. I called my doc. He made fun of me like any good doctor would and then did some x-rays. When all was said and done, it turned out that I had separated my right shoulder, sprained my wrist, have a tiny hairline fracture in my lower arm, and bruised my hip. That's right folks, when I do something, I do it right! By the way, I have a wonderful man in my life but he works really hard, and it's not close to home. That means I am usually alone....with 3 kids. Then I added all of these injuries on top of it. How in the hell was I going to manage all of my kids, the housework, the yard work, the cooking, shopping, driving, etc... with a sling, an ace wrap and a wrist band? I convinced myself that I would be fine and could do it. NO PROBLEMO! I was unable to convince my granparents though. So they drove 900 miles to help me until it was time for my vacation up north to my parents. I would have plenty of help there!
Fast forward to concert day::
June 20, 2013
My wonderful friend over at It's Not My Workout, It's My Diagnosis had never ever been to a concert, EVER! So her friend bought them tickets to see Bret Michaels. Sweet huh? Not only was this going to be her very first concert (at the age of 32 nonetheless) but her daughter has Type 1 Diabetes just like Bret. He has always been a huge inspiration to the T1D community! Then one of our local news stations found out about her going to her first concert and wanted to do a news story on it. I had really wanted to go to this concert and was soooooooooo jealous that she was going to get to go! Not a bad jealous, more of a "I'm happy for her but would be even happier if I got to go too." kind of jealous. haha After I hurt myself she was kind enough to come give me a hand around the house so I wanted to do something nice in return. I told her I was going to swing by her house and give her some money for drinks at the concert since I couldn't be there to pay myself. This brought up the topic of "why can't you go?" and she reminded me that I actually do have help with the kids.
HOLY HELL!!!!!!!
It is so rare that I have someone to watch them that it didn't even click! My grandparents were in town! So, I told her that I would talk to them and let her know. I have really awesome grandparents! Like, REALLY awesome! They didn't even hesitate. They told me to go ahead and go, to have fun, and to be careful! So I went online and bought the tickets. Called my friend to see what time I should be there. She was nervous! So, being the AMAZING person I am, I grabbed the bottle of Apple Pucker that our friend Chelsey had left at my house, took it to her house and made her do a shot with me! The awesome person who bought her the tickets was there, and so was another friend. She lost her daughter to complications of Type 1 so this was special for her too!
The super fun reporter, Matthew Torres showed up, he caught us doing shots in the kitchen, saying dirty words, making crude jokes, and overheard some of our nonsensical conversations. We were sure to say some things to embarrass the very young 23 year old reporter with the adorable baby face and then we took off for the concert!
When we got there we were introduced to a nice woman who was going to get to meet Bret and she told use she could get us in too. When it came down to it only 3 of the 5 from our group were going to be able to go. There was no room for all of us. This was Jennifer's night, her friend bought her the tickets and our other friend has lost a child to T1D. I bought my ticket last minute and barged in on a night they had already had planned. So obviously I stepped back so they could go meet Bret. I was a little disappointed that there wasn't enough room but I was soooooooo happy to see the other girls smiling and enjoying themselves over at his bus! I have had a lot of amazing opportunities in my life so there was no way I was going to be upset over this. I am just glad that for once I got to enjoy a stress free night without having to worry. Oh, wait, I did have one worry. I had to make sure I looked decent because my friends and I can't just go to things like a concert without dragging a news crew with us! We like to do things in a dramatic fashion. Thanks for letting me tag along Jennifer. Thanks for making my look like an idiot on the 6 pm news KTAB, and thanks for putting on a great show Bret! Want to watch the news story and check out my not so hot dance moves?? You can watch the news story right here. You will catch me dancing at the very end and other glimpses of me, my phone and my car too. hehe
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Design features two contoured seats and deep leg well with molded-in drain holes
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Weight limit 75 lbs.
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I am really super excited to be announcing that I was asked to do a review and giveaway by one of my favorite companies!! Have you ever heard of The Ruffled Cupcake? She doesn't make bows. She makes "Hair Pretties" and Oh My Word, are they ever pretty! I have been stalking her page for sometime now, I have also ordered a few things. So, when she asked me to do a product review AND a fan giveaway there was NO WAY I was going to say no!
Let me tell you a little bit about Miss Annelee! She is a beautiful, sweet Mamma with a creative flair! She sews boutique style items. She has 3 adorable children. Two little men, and one sweet little girl that she likes to call, cupcake! Oh and she adores ruffles!!!
Seeing the connection there? Yep! That is where the name for her business came from! hehe
Besides having an adorable family, and making tons of creative and crafty accessories, she also is an extremely consistent business woman! I have ordered from her multiple time prior to this review and my favorite part is seeing the "Package Shipped" email I always get from paypal. She even adds a tracking number! Now if only the tracking number would continue to track the item once it was in the hands of my child! hahaha
Then comes the fun part....THE WAIT. Luckily, like I had stated previously, Annelee is very consistent. Her packages ALWAYS come in a pink envelope! So the minute I open my mailbox and see a dash of pink in there, I know my goodies have arrived! This is so consistent that I got into my friend, Chelsey's car and saw a pink envelope on the floor and IMMEDIATELY asked her what she had ordered from The Ruffled Cupcake. She asked if the pink envelope gave it away. hehe
The famous pink envelope!
Once opened, the Hair Pretties are presented in a gorgeous little mesh satchel. It can be reused for anything!
Cute, HUH?
She is so talented! I can't brag on her enough! Her craftsmanship is nothing short of superb. My kid is rough on these hair pretties. The Princess has learned to fling anything rubberband-y across the room. SHe thinks it's funny. She carries them in her mouth like she's a dog. She falls, rolls, and even throws tantrums in these and they have never came apart! They are strong! That makes this mamma happy because baby girl is strong too! My sweet girl loves these. Not joking. She brings them to me and cries until I put one on her. One day, she cried until there were two on her!
Yep, wasn't joking! See the one with the 3 rosettes? That was a custom order!!
These next 3 pictures are of her wearing the review bow. I think it is such a stunning piece! It may be may favorite look against her delicate skin so far!
This was a custom order. I sent in a picture of this outfit and she matched every color to perfection!!!
Yep! Every single item in these pictures are from The Ruffled Cupcake! She loves custom orders and she runs flash sales too. She doesn't just make hair accessories either. You can head over to her Facebook Photo albums and look at all of the other cool accessories she makes!! I just know you are going to love her as much as I do!!
Now for the fun part! While you are looking through the albums, think about what Hair Pretty your little princess would like to have and then come back and enter for your chance to win a Hair Pretty of your choice up to a $15 value!!
Okay, Go!!!
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I was recently contacted by Children's Candy about teaming up to do a giveaway! This is a kids clothing company. They offer:
Boys outfits
Girls dresses
Accessories
Brand name Clothing
Suits for boys
Tee Shirts
Baby outfits and Rompers
Petite Skirts and Tutus
Legwarmers and Leggings
Hair Accessories
Shoes
and Much,Much More . Children's Candy (kids Clothing) has a ton of super cute and fun items on their Facebook page. I spent the better portion of my evening scouring through all of the pictures! I've picked a few of my favorites to show off! After that we will jump straight to the giveaway!
Aren't these things ADORABLE??? Ready to see the giveaway item?? I love it! I wish they made them for grown ups. I also wish that if they did I could actually pull them off. LOL
The winner will get to choose one pair in their choice of color!!
I am teaming up once again with Amanda, from Sas Bowtique to bring you another GREAT giveaway. This time it is to honor all of the great Daddies out there!! Amanda is always running fabulous giveaways on page! She supplies my darling princess with about 90% of her adorable, giant bows. She also makes wine glasses, mugs, bow tie onesies, and other great things!
This is just one of our bow shipments from Sas Bowtique. lol
I have also ordered a wine glass for a friend from there.
And a few people I know have ordered some of her beautiful signs!
And that is what we are giving away, a BEAUTIFUL sign!!!
This sign:::
Adorable, huh?????
All you have to do is enter using the rafflecopter below.
