Hai, Holidays!

I’ve broken what I’ve read is a blogging rule, and that’s being lax on posting. In my own defense, I don’t have Internet at home so posting is difficult. I’m posting this from my iPhone right now (yay technology!).

The holidays are finally upon us ad I’m even more excited this year than I was last year. Now that Nellie’s older, I cannot wait for her to see the tree and open her presents. We’ve already gotten most of her toys and are waiting on one of the bigger ones to ship. I briefly toyed with the idea of venturing out on Black Friday, and then I remembered I hate crowds and have social anxiety and changed my mind. I will be barricading myself inside my apartment and staying far, far away from anything remotely resembling a store.

We are putting our tree up tonight and watching my favorite Christmas movie; Christmas Vacation. Hope everyone enjoys/enjoyed their Thanksgiving and let the holidays begin!

Clean Eating Update, Bachelorette Parties A.K.A, Life Lately.

Hey! So, I haven’t been around much lately. Sorry ‘bout that. There’s been a lot going on and I’m having internet issues, blah blah blah, etc. and so on.

So what’s been happening? Well, for one, I’m doing so-so with clean eating. It all started a few Friday nights ago with my best friend’s bachelorette party. Let’s just say that wine, buttery nipples (the shot, not actual nipples covered in butter though some of you weirdos may find that appealing), strawberry champagne and god knows what else aren’t exactly clean eating. Oh, and also, all of those things in a really short amount of time on a slightly empty stomach when you haven’t had any alcohol/sugar/processed foods in two weeks = being completely hammered before 9:30 and throwing up at the first bar you go to. I also told a random person on the street wearing a blue wig that I loved his/her wig (I don’t remember if it was a dude or a chick), I fell down at a karaoke bar, and remember being at each and every bar we went to (about 6) with the exception of one.. Which my best friend the bachelorette tells me that I was at. She told me about us going, sitting down for a while, and I have zero recollection of being there. Absolutely none. Fantastic.

I had a really great time, except the next day I was absolutely 100% useless and miserable. I managed to drag my ass to the zoo with my husband and child. It was free day which translated to everyone in the history of everything was there to stare at the damn monkeys and fat-ass raccoons, and it also meant that I almost vomited in all of the trashcans. 5 years ago, I guarantee I would have been slightly hungover but still functional, and I probably would have gone drinking that night also. I’m too old for this shit.

Our grocery budget has been tight the past few weeks, so I wasn’t able to buy all of the clean foods I’d like. I did okay eating leftovers from last week (YAY FOR FREEZING FOOD), but I’ve had more slips this week than I care to think about. I’m trying to focus on this week, and vow to do better moving forward. I can tell the difference. My body is feeling icky from the stuff I’ve been eating and I don’t like that.

So that’s how clean eating has gone. I’m trying to get my crap together with budgeting (weekly daycare expenses kind of threw a wrench in the system I’ve had all of my adult life and I’m still trying to adjust). I got my first issue of Clean Eating Magazine, and cannot wait to try some of the delicious-looking recipes in it! My best friend’s wedding is was a few weekends ago, and Nellie and I were both in it. We had a really great time and Nellie and her fellow flowergirl (and daughter of the bride and groom) were precious together.

So that’s what’s been going on lately. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to post regularly again, so my posts will probably be sporadic for a while. I do have some giveaways coming up soon as well as a few funny stories and hopefully some cute Halloween pictures. Nellie enjoyed her costume. We’ve been planning her 2nd birthday party, which blows my effing mind. She’s going to be two in a little over two months. Where does the time go?

Adios for now, friends. Keep it gangsta.





Soos OFF.

Nellie’s standby daycare shoes are a pair of black and white ones we got at Wal-Mart. The other morning while leaving for school we managed to lose one of them somewhere. I still have no idea where the frigging thing went. It was there, and then it wasn’t. We ended up having to pair her black-and-orange Halloween outfit with a pair of brown shoes with pink and purple flowers on them. Fashionable. But whatever, she’s not Suri Cruise. She could wear a purple shirt, orange pants, and mismatched shoes and she’d still be adorable and amazing. TAKE THAT FASHION BABIES.

Anyway. The next day we still couldn’t find the black and white shoes, so I coordinated her an outfit that would look a little less clashy with her brown flowery shoes. We put them on, got her strapped in the car and off we went on our morning routine. We dropped daddy off at work and headed to daycare. On the drive there, I heard the telltale sound of Velcro being pulled apart.

Rrrrrrrrrrip. Thump.

Off come the shoes.

When I got out of the car to get Nellie out of her seat, it was rainy. My pants are too long, so I kept stepping on the hems and getting them wet. I opened the door to find my child sitting in her seat, grinning at me.

Shoeless. Of course she was. “You silly girl!” I declared. “You took your shoes off!”

”SOOS. OFF! SOOS OFF MAMA,” she agreed. I quickly found one shoe, and then started looking for the other. I couldn’t find it on one side, so I plodded to the other side of the car, stepping all over my pants and getting drizzled on. I dug around the seat, looked on the floor, jammed my hand under the carseat and still came up empty.
”Mama. Mama! Up. Up. Mama.”
”Yes, Nellie, I know you want up but I have to find your shoes first. You took them off and mama can’t find one.”
”Off. Soos OFF, MAMA.”

I went around to the back and opened the hatch to see if somehow she’d managed to fling the shoe into the back. No dice. I saw the lone black and white shoe, sitting forlornly without its mate.

“MaMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.” Nellie started to whine.

I was still getting drizzled on and the cuffs of my pants were becoming increasingly soaked, so I started getting flustered and frustrated. I repeated my search all around the car; left side, right side, back. Diaper bag, purse, under Nellie’s carseat. The damn shoe was nowhere to be found. By this time Nellie was in full-on Whine Mode and I was about to lose my mind. I pulled out my phone and called my husband, deducing that the shoe had to have fallen out when he opened the door to kiss her. He checked the parking lot for me and came up empty.


There was a Wal-Mart nearby, so I climbed back in the car and drove over there to pick up a new pair of shoes. I toted Nellie through Wal-Mart until we found a decent-looking and non-gaudy pair of shoes (which, at Wal-Mart, is no easy feat. TRUST ME.). As soon as Nellie saw the black and pink shoes, she started wiggling excitedly on my hip.


“Yes, Nellie, we’ll put these shoes on when you get into the car.”

A few minutes later we were back to the car, strapping Nellie into the carseat.


I hastily ripped off the labels and tags and slipped them onto Nellie’s feet.
”Pretty! Pretty shoes!” I said to her. “Do you like your new shoes?”
”YAH! YAH MAMA!” Nellie said happily.

It was then that I started to wonder if “losing” the black and white shoes and the brown shoes all in the course of two days wasn’t really an accident, but a well thought-out ploy by my daughter to get me to buy her a brand new pair of sparkly pink and black shoes. Hmm.

I climbed back into the car, eyeing the clock and sighing that we were already almost 45 minutes behind our normal routine. I pulled out of the Wal-Mart parking lot and onto the road.

”Soos, Mama. Soos.” Nellie said.
”Shoes, baby,” I agreed. I turned up the radio a little bit to sing along to the music playing from it, but not before I heard from the backseat…..

Rrrrrrrrrrrrip. Thump.

“Soos off, Mama.”






The Return of the Holidays

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Hi, everyone! Remember me? I’m the one who writes this blog. You know, Mommy Boots? I’m still around, I’m fine, Nellie’s fine, everyone’s fine. Our internet’s not so fine but whatever. I promise I will write an update post soon, but for now I want to talk about the holidays.

I know, I know. You’re still knee-deep in Halloween candy and you’ve barely managed to get the toilet paper un-stuck from the limbs of your trees but hear me out. I’ve already written one post about my love for pumpkin spice (I love it so much, I literally bleed for it) but now I want to spaz a little bit about my love for the holiday season.

I love Thanksgiving and Christmas. For me, the Christmas season isn’t allowed to begin until Thanksgiving is over. Pretty much as the last bite of turkey is ingested, I am ready to run and pull out all of my Christmas decorations. Last year I even jumped the gun a little and put my stuff out early. I couldn’t help it. For a few years, after Thanksgiving dinner was done and we were home for the night, we’d put on National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation and decorate our tree.

I love everything about the Christmas season. I love the smells, the music, the decorations.. I love it all. One of the things I get the most joy out of (after Thanksgiving, of course) is setting up my Christmas station on Pandora. I’m picky about my holiday tunes; if I hear too many different renditions of Jingle Bells I feel a little homicidal so I like a lot of variety in my holiday tunes. Holiday movies are another big mood-inducer for me. Christmas Vacation, Home Alone, Love Actually are just a few that I have to watch to get into the holiday spirit.

We’ve already established that I like holiday candles. Christmas is no exception. I like to fill my house with that Christmas-y pine scent, and there is one candle that’s mint vanilla or something that I drool over. I love Yankee Candle but not the price, so I usually opt for something from Wal-Mart or Target that’s not so scary on my wallet.

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There’s something comforting about settling in to watch a few shows or blog with the soft glow of a Christmas tree beside you. It gives me warm fuzzies and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because some of my favorite childhood memories are of the holidays, or maybe I’m just a sucker for small lights on a tree. I am kind of easily amused and distrac-oh and I forgot to talk about Christmas morning!

When I was a kid, I would always be up at like 4 A.M. practically having a panic attack I was so anxious to open presents. Once first light hit I was at my parents, clawing frantically at them and begging to open gifts. They’d roll out of bed and lazily head to the kitchen where they’d brew a pot of coffee. I’d be crouched in the living room, gift in hand, poised rip open the merry face of several Santas beaming up at me from the wrapping paper. They’d eventually come out with cups of coffee, dig around for eleven hours for a Christmas mix tape and pop it in. It wasn’t until the grown-ups had their coffee, the music, and were settled that my brother and I could dig into our presents.

It seems that I’ve inherited my parents’ love for torturing their children, because last Christmas I did the exact same thing. Nellie wasn’t old enough to have the Christmas Morning Antsies, but I didn’t want her opening presents until I had my cup of coffee, my pine tree candle lit, and my Christmas Pandora station open and playing. There, in the soft comforting glow of the tree I helped my daughter open her first Christmas gifts.

I experienced more joy and excitement that day than all of the Christmases of my childhood combined. There are a lot of things I love about the holiday season; the smells, the sights, and the music but the one thing that brings me the greatest satisfaction and most joy is anticipating the look on my daughter’s face when she experiences the holidays for herself. That, to me, is greater than any gift that I could receive.

What are some holiday traditions that bring you comfort and joy?

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