Week in My Life 2013: Monday

It’s that time of year again! The time in which the lovely Melissa at Adventuroo and MomComm delivers a torturous yet rewarding weekly meme all about capturing one week in my family’s life.

It’s intimidating and exhausting but looking back each year at how our family worked at that moment. At the things we did, the places we went, the things we ate, what we said, what we looked like. It’s priceless.

So without further ado (and already late at that) here’s Monday…

Adventuroo WIML mon 13


Over the weekend we drove to Canada for our cousin Kifah’s wedding (more on that and tons of pictures next week), so we arrived home at around 10pm on Sunday night. Since they had been in the car for about six hours and took late naps, we battled the kids to get them to bed. Izzie finally passed out around 11:30 and Cedella around midnight.

Needless to say we were all exhausted on Monday morning and had done no prep for the next morning. And being a Monday morning it was a school morning. ::forehead slap::

So when I rumbled awake at 8:15 I was in a panic. No one else was awake. And there was only 45 minutes until school started. NOT a great start to the day.

I jostled Cedella out of bed and she picked out some clothes, surprisingly without much issue.

But by the time it came to brushing hair and teeth and washing her hands…melt. down.

In the midst of fighting with her to wash her hands she woke up Izzie who was hysterical with her need for Mama Milk.

No time for that I put Iz in bed with Michael and rushed Ella downstairs to have breakfast. And it was already 8:45.

Yea. That’s not enough time for a picky, distracted eater to eat.

Suddenly I felt a million times sorry to my own mom for all the times she dealt with me being up late on school mornings. And for not being prepared. And for fighting with her about what to wear. And for never eating breakfast.

I made a cup of coffee for the road. Poured a glass of juice in a sippy and a bag of cheerios for Ella. Threw some semi-healthy food into her lunch box and attempted to get out of the house.

Only it was pouring rain.

And someone wouldn’t put on her rain boots.

Cause why on earth wear rain boots when it’s raining?

So pink ballet flats were agreed upon. In which she promptly fell down and got her leggings and socks all wet.

We quickly changed her pants and I picked her up and swept her into the car.

It was 9:01. It takes 15 minutes to get there on a good day. Sigh. We were late. But Ella was happy to be back at school.

After such a crazy morning it was time for a little yummy breakfast. So I grabbed Dunkin Donuts and headed home. We ate sammys and donuts and drank copious amounts of coffee. Well, I drank coffee. Izzie slammed a donut then had some Mama Milk and all was right in the world.


Izzie got a chance to watch some Sesame Street while I checked emails, Facebook and edited some photos from the weekend. As usual, Kira is never far away from a child that may be eating. She’s the best vacuum dog ever.


After Sesame Street we got in the car to go pick up this little beauty from my friend Meghan who was kind enough to order for me. I’ve been stalking Scottish-made Oscha wraps for a while. And now it is mine!! ::maniacal laugh::


And then we headed to the complete opposite side of town to pick up Cedella from school. I tried in vain to keep Isora awake so she could actually play at Play for a change. But of course, even screaming ‘Signing Time’ songs at the top of my lungs, was not enough to keep my over exhausted kid awake. So I put her in the mei tai and headed in to grab Cedella. Could her little sleepy face be any cuter?


I was pleasantly surprised to see my girls Cindy and Laura and their little ones there playing. And Cindy was kind enough to let me hold her sweet baby boy Atlee for a while. He made my ovaries a bit achey, not gonna lie, I need a baby boy in my home.

While I chatted with the ladies, Izzie woke up and played a bit. It was getting close to 1 and I finally got both girls to the lobby and eventually got both of their shoes on and finally got them both out to the car. And as we drove into downtown East Lansing Ella insisted on going to visit her Daddy at work. So we stopped in for lunch.

Yep. A picnic in a liquor store. Nothing like it!


Don’t you wish you had beer cases for climbing blocks?


Once we wrangled them into the car Cedella fell asleep on the ride home. So I popped her into her bed. Izzie was wide awake. So I popped her in my Romeo. Yea, that’s the name of this wrap. Romeo. Isn’t he dreamy?


Even got some kisses from my little lady before she finally fell asleep.


Nearly three hours later (I know! Three hour nap?! Oh shit.) Cedella woke up and she was surly. Izzie woke up as soon as she heard her sister whining.



While the girls played and watched some ‘Jake and the Neverland Pirates’ I cleaned up this mess from unpacking the car the night before…


On the menu? Butternut squash soup and smoked sausage. Can you say fall is here?


World’s Cutest Kitchen Helpers…



Izzie even snagged Daddy into her favorite past time. Checking out all the pictures on the fridge. She loves seeing all the faces and saying everyone’s names. It makes Michael nuts, but he does it every time, cause he knows she loves it so.


Since it had been a long and kind of stressful day we decided a cocktail was in order…Caramel Apple Cider. Ummmm. Yum.


Finally, and a little late to accommodate for late naps, it was bedtime. We got the girls in jammies, got clothes ready for tomorrow morning, picked out and read four books (one for each year of their ages).


And that’s when the proverbial wheels came off the train. Cedella was simply not tired. And in my exhaustion I didn’t even remember to get out the melatonin pills. There was a lot of shouting and arguing and punishment and overall it was just a disaster. Everytime I nearly got Isora to sleep Cedella would shout and wake her up.

She actually ended up telling Michael to “go away, I don’t want you in my room” and “I don’t like you Daddy” and “leave me alone”. It was awful. Poor Michael. He was just trying in vain to keep her in her bed and trying to be calm and maintain some order. My heart broke for him hearing those things coming out of her mouth.

After explaining to her that she hurt her Dad’s feelings and that I couldn’t stay awake any more I left her in her room and went to bed. It was 11:30. And guess who squeezed her way onto my bed about five mintues later? Um, yea. No real rest for the weary, right?

Be sure to keep a look out every day this week for more Week in My Life fun!! And check out Adventuroo’s link-up for more WIML goodness.

Week in My Life: Friday

After all the whirlwind of the past couple days Friday seemed positively calm.

Me, Michael and Izzie slept in late. Kira even got in on the action. Kira really loves her baby sisters. And they love her too.

Once we were up and ready we went to pick up Cedella around 10am. When we got to my in-laws house Ella and Jiddo were having so much fun she didn’t want to leave. So while Jiddo went to an appointment me and the girls stayed at their house and played for a while.

When my father-in-law returned he made us fried eggs (even a little tiny baby egg for Ella) with labneh and zaatar and pita bread and fruit. Simple and delicious.

After breakfast the girls played more with their Jiddo. It’s so incredible to see him with his granddaughters. John is a smart and shrewd businessman who doesn’t often show emotion. But when he is around his grandkids it’s like a light switch turns on inside of him and he just glows with love and pride.

It’s funny because around a new baby he doesn’t really know what to do. But the second Isora started developing a bit more personality and mobility, well, he’s just in heaven.

When him and Izzie were playing something struck me. I remember taking a picture just like that with him and Ella. It’s uncanny, no?

After an hour or so it was finally time to clean up and go on about our day. Though Ella suggested that she stay with Jiddo for the rest of the day she quickly changed her tune when she found out she could ride Sandy at Meijer.

It was a pretty uneventful grocery trip. Aside from Ella making a sample of chocolate milk last for nearly 7 minutes. It was a dixie cup. Like two sips. She made it last like a fine wine. Weird child. So for her special treat (she is allowed one per grocery trip) she chose chocolate milk.

And then we got the nicest bakery lady ever. We always go to the bakery for the fresh bread but have to have it sliced (cause it’s worth the wait to not have to cut bread every morning). They have a sign that says ‘Free Cookie for kids under 10’ or something like that. Well usually you have to ask for it and I don’t really feel like giving her a cookie every time we’re there. But this lady? She sliced our bread in a nano-second AND gave us 2 cookies. She rules. Don’t we look like we’re enjoying our grocery shopping?

Also there’s a Barbie cake that Ella loves to talk about. It’s a Barbie doll sitting on top of a massive bell-shaped skirt. This time she said:

C: Mom when I big I’m gonna eat that Barbie.

Me: Well, you can only eat the skirt, the rest is made of plastic.

C: You mean I can’t eat her hands?

Me: No. You can’t.

C: Ugh. That’s not cool.

Crazy child.

What is it about the grocery store that makes every shopper go to the checkout lanes at the exact same time? After what felt like forever we finally paid and got to the best part of our trip. Riding Sandy.

We visited Sandy in last year’s WIML post. But she was too scared to ride him. And now? She rides him every single week. Sandy is the best and most awesome reward for good behavior in the store. On very very rare occasions Ella is a jerk in the store. Usually it has to do with her being either tired or hungry. But if I mention that she can’t ride Sandy unless she behaves? She straightens right up.

You know honestly, I like taking my kids to the grocery store. Maybe it’s a bit more work, but not much. And I get bored at the grocery store by myself. I like having two little folks to narrate our trip to. And it makes for a great learning tool for them.

By the time we left the parking lot of the grocery store the girls were both asleep. Which would have been fine, if i didn’t have to stop at the credit union again.

It turns out that I did end up having to sign an affidavit of fraud. Which wasn’t too bad, except for the two sleeping kids part.

I didn’t know how long it would take so I didn’t want to leave them in the car. So I strapped Ella into the Ergo and carried the baby in her car seat. Mom of the Year right here folks.

After learning that we would be out nearly $400 until the fraud was investigated and lugging my two hefty children in and out of the bank, Mommy needed some Timmy’s. Tim Horton’s for those not familiar is a Canadian-based coffee shop with awesome donuts. A medium double double (two cream two sugars) just about always hits the spot for me. Though they were out of pumpkin spice donuts. Boo.

By the time we made it home and I brought in the groceries Isora was awake. So I let her be my little helper while I put away the food.

But she was starving and I was exhausted so we put away the food and went to nurse and play in the living room.

It’s nice to have one-on-one time with Izzie. She is just so pleased with herself when she does something new or discovers something for the first time. And that smile seriously kills me.

So while she played and I stalked my guest post on Hormonal Imbalances. Cause yea, THIS happened on Friday too. And while I was disappointed that it didn’t get more comment love, and least I can be proud of what I wrote. (And thankful for Tracey and Teresha for always having my back).

When she woke up from her nap Ella was pretty damn funny. Her and Izzie were petting and being silly with Kira.

We had been talking about rhyming words all day, it must have been on Sesame Street or Super Why that morning. She was coming up with all sorts of words that rhymed and doing a good job. And then all of a sudden she comes out with “Rich Bitch”. HA! She said it a couple of times too before I realized what she was saying. I laughed my ass off at that one. And then told her it wasn’t appropriate. Funny but inappropriate. I love this kid.

After such a long week and a long freezing day I had a taste for soup but Michael wasn’t going to be home until late from work. Since it’s way too hard to cook dinner without someone entertaining the girls we opted for Panera carry-out on his way home from work. Mmmmmm. Can you say bread bowl? Delicious.

It was nice to have Michael with me to tackle bedtime. He got Cedella in jammies and read her three books while I changed and nursed Izzie.

And at that point I was just sleepy, crawled into bed with the iPad, watched an episode of Supernatural and fell asleep.

How was your Friday? Thanks for sharing in my day…

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Week in My Life: Monday

Hello there! Welcome to Babies & Bacon and the Week in My Life meme. I’m linking up every single day this week with Melissa at Adventuroo for a snapshot into my life and family.

I really enjoyed participating last year and reading through my posts yesterday made me all at once nostalgic, happy and proud. You can read about it HERE.

I’m excited to see how this week plays out…

Today is a special day for Babies & Bacon as I launched my new blog design courtesy of Erika Zane at EZ Creative. She has worked tirelessly on the design and though we had a brief moment of panic frustration anxiety as my blog went down earlier, it all worked out and here it is! What do you think?

So this morning started out as many mornings in our house do. Panicked.

Izzie has been sick for the past five days after suffering an extreme reaction to a vaccine. For three days straight she had a fever over 101 that Tylenol couldn’t even put a dent in. She hadn’t slept for more than 45 minute stretches for three days. An exhausted baby = an exhausted family.

So when we finally got a chance to sleep for hours on end this morning? We took it. Cause who wants to get out of bed when this is your view?

After rushing to get myself and both girls dressed and ready, pack the diaper bag and shove food and coffee into our pie holes we were finally on our way to our monthly Lansing Babywearers meeting.

At 10am.

The meeting starts at 10am.

And that folks, is why I will be 10 minutes late to my own funeral.

I love going to the Babywearers meeting. Essentially it’s like a really fun playgroup with women that don’t look at me funny if I whip out a boob to feed my baby or spend a chunk of change on a very large (albeit beautiful and handmade) scarf to wrap my baby in.

Isora has finally got back into her personality after being sick for so long and played with other babies.

Cedella had a chance to play with her little friend, who she has been talking about for weeks. I think we need to plan a playdate asap.

After the meeting we headed home for lunch and naps.

Lunch was hot dogs, avocado, pears and fried rice.

Though it may seem trivial and inconsequential I love these times. Me and my girls just sitting, laughing, eating, enjoying each others company. Watching the girls interact with each other. Watching Izzie try new things. Seeing Ella becoming a little person and choosing what she wants.

After lunch I got the girls upstairs for nap time. After about 26 seconds of Mama Milk, Isora was out like a light. Poor baby needed a good nap.

I read three LONG books to Cedella and she wasn’t remotely tired. Someone has been taking naps very sporadically lately. I’m just hoping this isn’t the end of her naps. Cause Mama needs those two hours in the afternoon without a toddler speaking. Cause seriously, this girl never. Stops. Talking.

Instead of napping I insisted on quiet time. We went downstairs and she read books, played and talked to her imaginary friends while I checked email, read blogs, Facebooked and tried (in vain) to figure out something for the theme installation of the new design on here.

By the time 2pm hit we rushed around, once again, to get to the chiropractor before going to meet Michael to head for our family pumpkin picking outing.

We have this tradition. Well, had.

We usually go to the cider mill on my birthday. But Uncle John’s where we usually go was kinda lame the last time, not to mention the donuts weren’t fresh, so I complained that I didn’t want to go there and so we didn’t.

But we also didn’t go anywhere else. And I really missed the tradition and family-time of it all…

So today was an unseasonably warm October day (70 in Michigan in late October? Crazy.) so we decided to go to the Peacock Road Tree Farm for some pumpkins. And it was fantastic.

Besides pumpkins there’s a fantastic Animal Park full of barnyard animals to look at.

Cedella was in complete awe to see bunnies and llamas and goats up close. Though she immediately said that the place was ‘stinky’ and put her finger under her nose. I had to bust out the line ‘everybody poops’.

Despite the smell she persevered and actually made friends with a couple of kids.

Isora even got in on the act as she tried to claw her way out of the wrap to get at the goats.

And got honked at by some geese. Man does she love playing around with her Daddy.

Picking pumpkins is like picking Christmas trees. Just when you think you found a perfect one there’s another one that looks slightly better. Though in this case, so late in the season, everything was pretty rotten.

Thankfully Izzie was sleeping, cause Ella was being very picky. First she wanted green. Then orange. Then orange and green. In the end she settled on the one we suggested. At least she followed my advice once today.

By the time we got back to the parking lot, with our four pumpkins Isora was awake and smiling. She’s just a little pumpkin herself.

So glad that we actually went through with this idea. Now we have a new fun place to get pumpkins AND Christmas trees :)

We headed home to make a nice fall dinner, Tuscan Kale and White Bean Soup. It was delicious!

And while last year Monk was so intent on being in the kitchen with me, this year, she was all about watching episodes of Dora on Netflix. Boo.

Bedtime was a blur since both girls were tired and we wanted to watch the last Presidential debate. Michael is in charge of getting Cedella down and I’m responsible for Isora.

Someone was more than a little sad that I was putting on her pajamas.

But put a nipple in her mouth and all is right with the world.

With both girls asleep it was time for the debate and some grown-up time.

I wouldn’t call it ‘quality time’ as I was on Twitter, Facebook and text throughout the debate, but the Mr and I definitely enjoyed ourselves.

I am once again incredibly thankful that when it comes to politics and raising our kids my husband and I are 100% in agreement. Otherwise things would be pretty damn difficult over here.

And that is how the Mansour family does a Monday in 2012.

How was your Monday? Do you like the new blog design? Can’t wait to see what all of you were up to today…

Thanks to Melissa for another great meme this year!! Click the button below to find other awesome ‘Week in My Life’ posts!