Homegirl Quel (kel) in Austin

Photo: The Block Clips The Chip

Zack finally let his dad near him with the clippers. Got me a couple of strong domes. Who needs a DNA test? lol

Wow @ The Chicken Song...

This boy can sing. I was not ready for his his rap verse...which was not that bad. "I love my chicken, cluck, cluck, cluck..." Hilarious. And I can't even front, I do love fried chicken. The second or third time I watched this video, I was jammin'. lol He is so silly.

Happy Friday, y'all!

My son is featured on a major motion picture DVD!

I miscarried and blogged about it.

The day I posted about my miscarriage was the same day my son would be born a year later. How 'bout that?! 

I'm reposting this as part of the SITS Girls "Back to Blogging" event...

So basically, miscarriages suck. (Originally posted on February 19, 2007)

I know y'all didn't even know I had been pregnant, but I was. We found out I had miscarried during my second sonogram. The fetus never developed. The following day I had it surgically removed via a D and C (a.k.a. DNC) or Democratic National Convention as Billy announced when he Googled it to see what D.N.C. stood for.

Yes, I cried...gut, snot, ugly cried about every 15 minutes the first 36 hours after we found out, and yes, I felt extremely bipolar because I tried to stay positive and just as I got to a point of feeling good and even smiling, the smile cracked back into gut, snot, ugly crying. After two days of trying to control the tears, on the third day I gave in to the pain and stayed in bed and cried all morning and most of the afternoon. After that I was a little better. I still cry sometimes. For the past few months I've been trying to focus on the positive things in my life (I have SO much to be grateful for) and that positive thinking has to continue even in the hideous face of a miscarriage.

If you know me in real life, you know if anybody can find the bright side of having a miscarriage, that anybody is me. I've been doing everything I can to keep from throwing myself into depression over this. So far so good.

Gorillapod! How cool is this thing?

I ran across it this in the latest LL Bean catalog I received in the mail. Instant lust. It opens up a whole new world of possibilities for taking awesome self portraits and for putting an end to group photos using the timer from that same boring front-on angle. Joby, the makers of Gorillapods, also designed some for holding iPhones and other mobile devices. I want this.  

Check them out online: http://joby.com/gorillapod.

It's All About The Poo

My 2.5 year old had his first poo on the potty this weekend! In honor of this awesomely funky brown milestone, I'm posting one of my favorite songs from my favorite episode of my favorite show. Here's Turk and J.D. on Scrubs singing the ridiculously appropriate song, Everything Comes Down To Poo...

Everything Comes Down To Poo 

Continue reading for a surprisingly brief blow-by-blow of how my boy flushed his first potty poo.