My like for groupon and other stuff

Let me start by stating my deep like for Groupon.

A couple of weeks ago they enticed me to purchase a killer deal for a cruise to the Bahamas. Jamon was convinced it would be the best babymoon ever. Agreed. We found some wonderful friends to babysit Corban for the weekend and headed to west palm beach to board the boat for a weekend of fun in the sun. So hopeful, so naive. We get to the dock and got through all of the rigamaroll you have to, to get on and literally, as we're walking on to the boat someone asks me if I'm pregnant. Um yep. Definitely. How far along you ask... oh 35 weeks or so. Now here comes the raincloud. "The US Coast Guard has a cut off of 24 weeks pregnant to cruise." Oh, did I say 35 weeks, I meant 20 with twins. :) Needless to say, we weren't able to board, and I am still not a bahama mama. My awesome huz decided to make the best of it and took me to Chipotle. Oh delish!!!! And then we went to Mass in Boca Raton (Gorgeous town!) and then went to downtown Boca to people watch, stroll and grab a small dinner. It really was an awesome night. I love my huz. he seriously cracks me up. I always knew he was a "guys guys" but never before had I witnessed it in such force until we walked into starbucks. In Jamon's own words "Coffee shops make me weird." It's true, he stumbled with his words, wasn't sure what to get, who to talk to... thankfully we ended up deciding on a mocha for this tough guy. Not too sweet, not too blah. I don't think I've ever laughed as hard as I did when we got into the car and he confessed how uncomfortable he was in said coffee shop. he then proceeded to show me exactly how he felt about his coffee. This guy is a hoot. Excuse the fuzziness... iPhone doesn't work so well in the dark.

Oh J... it's not that girly. Just a mocha. It's not like you got an orange mocha chip frappacino.

So excited about his "hot chocolate with a kick."

 Anyway... about Groupon. This week i called them to let them know I couldn't use the coupon and would like a refund. I expected red tape, to be told no, to have to battle. No ma'am. Within 5 minutes my refund was in the works. No questions. Groupon... i will purchase from you again. Great customer service. I especially like the coupons for teeth whitening. I'm such a sucker for pearly whites... no one wants butter teeth. Chicklets please.

So tonight I was going to try to be suzy homemaker. I had some extra bananas, some gluten free flour, and a knack for baking. This is what came out: Banana "bread", more like banana mess. tasty. But not so pretty. I should've used more non-stick spray. Oh well.

Thankfully my little guy will eat just about anything! He likes the banana crumb. Here is a picture of how big he's getting:

He is mister personality. So friendly and loving. He's such a romeo. He blows kisses to everyone and kisses me all day. He also likes to put me in the "sleeper hold" WWF style. I think he learned that from Jamon - they wrestle a lot. Hey, I'll take affection however I can get it. Lately Corban has developed a love of music and dancing. As soon as I turn on the music on my phone he starts clapping, grabs my phone and starts busting some sweet moves. I've got to get it on film. He's got what Jamon and I call happy feet. And, lucky kid, he picked up my sweet signature move, the very one that won Jamon over when we were dating. He affectionately calls it the "J-bod special." Corban, you lucky lil guy, such great moves.

So here's the latest preggo pic followed by my newest food obsession:

36 weeks. Holler.

You read that right... Dark Chocolate and Peanut Butter nuts. Stop it right now. I will devour this entire container in a matter of minutes. I'm so happy!

That's about it for this lil up date. Happy Thursday night.

x's and o's.

Trash days

Today is trash day. Saturdays and Wednesdays. This morning as I was taking the trash out (early I might add since we've missed it the past two weeks... Gross!) I was reflecting on my adulthood. I was thinking about the exact point I can remember thinking... yep, I've arrived. Adulthood, hello. You might think this point was when I was first living on my own, or got a real job, or got married, or moved across the country with the huz. Nope, none of those points. The point I distinctly remembering realizing I had entered adulthood was a trash day, the Saturday one, and looking at Jamon as I was making breakfast and realizing that either him or myself needed to hurry and take the trash out if we hadn't already missed it. My dad, who if I remember correctly was always tasked with garbage duty, was not going to take the trash out for me. He was not going to just get it done. I actually had to think about trash days and bringing the garbage can out to the street. Hello adulthood. I'll have the garbage on the curb waiting for you. Suffice it to say, I've missed my fair share of trash pick ups. I forget... and where is my dad when the trash needs taken out? Sheesh.

That's it. That's all I've got this morning. Just wanted to share a moment with you.

I heart the sun.

Oh bloggity blog blog. My best intentions are never enough to keep you up to date.

Jamon and I recently went to Uniontown, PA for the USCAA (United States Collegiate Athletic Association) National tournament. His team was ranked 5th in the nation and was able to compete for the national title. Though we didn't win, we did play in the Championship game and can now say that we are a National Champ runner up. Exciting times for a program that is only 2 years old!!! Good job boys. It was a nice trip and I even got to relax one of the days... for a couple of hours. Otherwise, it was all basketball, cooking and driving. I loved it. The weather was cold and lovely. The resort we stayed at was breath-taking. www.nemacolin.com Gorgeous. The tough part... leaving my lil bud, Corban. he stayed back in warm sunny Florida to play with Oma and Opa for a few days and then Grandma for a few days. s.p.o.i.l.e.d. I could hardly wait to get back so I could hug and kiss him to pieces. 8 days is a long time to be away.

Though far from school, books are never far from these studious boys minds.

The whole basketball family - minus cx of course.

The boys after the amazing last second victory of the 2nd game. Whew....

Primanti Brothers... google it. SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!

After our cold little adventure in PA, I'm reminded even more so of how much I love Florida weather. We got back and it was in the 80's. Glorious.  Corban LOVES being outdoors... and I can handle it for a while, but this big ole belly is starting to bet a bit uncomfortable. Seriously, no room for air in my lungs, belly resting on my knees when I sit. so unattractive. Nonetheless we venture out to the beach occasionally. It is a good reminder of just how incredible blessed we are to live in such a beautiful city.

At the beach this past weekend. Loving some fun in the sun and sand.

Corban and Daddy venture towards the water. it didn't take long for fearless CX to run into the waves himself. Enough fearlessness to give his momma a heart attack.

Pregnancy is progressing along nicely. 34 weeks, and no recent picture to show for it. Trust... there's no denying a baby in this belly. My stomach constantly hops around like it's a bounce house for a family of maniacs. Blaise puts Corban to shame in the activity level department. Oh goodness. This past week or so I can tell I've become a lot more tired. Like exhausted, would take naps every three hours like Corban, if I could.  Small price to pay. I'm sure it's just Gods silly way of preparing me for going non-stop when Blaise gets here and I've got TWO little ones that I can shower with my love and attention. Get ready boys.

Speaking of boys... my window of computer time has come to a close. I hear Corban waking up from his nap, which means "go-time!" We've got to run to the adoration chapel... for Lent we're going every day. Corban is learning to genuflect... or air squat... we're not quite sure which he's mimicking. But he's picking something up. And I'm sure we're a good Lenten sacrifice for the people in the chapel as we barge in with CX who has yet to learn the meaning of Ssshhhhhh. Oh well...

kisses, workouts and sweet, sweet jeans.

Sweet, sweet kisses. My most cherished gifts from Corban. On valentines day this year my lil boy gave me his very first kiss. How did he know? That lil Romeo.

Every night before bed when we say good-night to Jesus, Corban kisses the crucifix but never his momma. That's okay I figure. As long as he loves Jesus. Well, Valentines night he kissed Jesus then put his hand around my neck and gave me the sweetest little kiss on my cheek. I melted. Seriously. Tears started welling up in my eyes. Oh to live that moment over and over again. Then Corban went back into his "no kisses for mom" ways until yesterday. Jamon was fixing to leave to take Corban to school and told him to "Go tell Mommy bye bye and you love her." So Corban went on his mission and found me getting ready for work. I bent down to kiss him bye and he threw both hands around my neck and kissed me on the cheek... TWICE! Oh the glory. Then he waved bye bye and walked away. Please stop little boy... stop growing up so fast. Love.

Valentines day was really nice this year. Jamon is not big on the day, but I love it. I'm sure it comes from growing up with a dad who always gave me a card and chocolates and a mom who made sure the day was special. This year I wasn't expecting anything from Jamon, maybe a special dinner request... but nothing fancy. Boy did he surprise me. That Casanova booked us for a dinner cruise. He took care of the babysitter and everything. I had no idea what we were doing until we got to Marco Island to the dock. So surprised and so awesome. The sunset was gorgeous, the food was delicious and the company was incomparable. It was such a nice time, just the two of us. I love that man.

Sunset cruise. Pre-sunset.

Lately I've been trying to figure out Jamon's love language. (Side note: if you haven't read "The five languages of love", you need to. So good) He says he's all of them, and in truth, we probably all are a little bit. But I'm trying to find the dominant one. I think I've finally got it. Jamon's Love language is working out. I kid you not. I think he feels most loved when we work out together, or shoot, even when I work out alone. I mentioned it the other day and he lit up "Eureka" style and agreed. So, in an act of love, this past Sunday I indulged Jamon in an outdoor work out. Weather was perfect and Corban was sleeping. We did 100 (YES 100) lunges and 105 burpees. My burpees were modified of course. My pregnant belly can't be jumping all over the place. My glutes are still burning today. I love you Jamon... I'll aahve the muscle tone to prove it too. :)

After our lunges and workout Hercules here decided to do some double-unders. Beast.

My 31 week pregnant belly showing the huz some love with a 45 lb bar. Relax... I did the 100 lunges with a 15 lb bar... the 45 was for show.

 

 

J Brand maternity jeans... yes please.

On another note I'd like to mention here how stinking hard it is to find maternity jeans that are not frumpy. Now don't get me wrong, I find an over the belly panel as comfortable as the next girl... but stylish in those pants, no way. I'm here now to impart on you something I've recently discovered. Maternity jeans that are so cute and comfortable that you could actually tuck a shirt into them if you wanted. (I only know this cause Angelina Jolie did... I saw it on people.com) the J BRAND maternity jeans are amazing. The pockets stretch. Genius. The bad news... those puppies are expensive. GAG! But my dear friend eBay allowed me a pair at a fraction of the cost. Thank you eBay! I am loving maxin' and relaxin' with my big ole belly in those heavenly jeans.

That's all I've got for tonight. Time to make some dinner for myself and clean up the house. Corban is asleep and Jamon is at an away basketball game.

Here are just a few more recent pics.

After our beastly workout we decided to go to the beach.. obviously to show off our now beach ready bods. (JUST kidding)

Daddy and Corban play in the water. Corban loved the beach. Definitely a Florida baby. He's got a wicked farmers tan to prove it.

These feet. I kiss them everyday. This is how he always sits in his high chair. Feet crossed as much as those chubby little legs allow. kiss kiss kiss.

Tonight during dinner right after bath time. Such a happy boy with his milk.

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80 degrees... I love you Florida.

It never fails. I whine and feel sorry for myself and God laughs and shows me how to look at the brighter side, to realize just how truly good I have it. He also faithfully hugs me.

Not long after my last post I came across this gem: http://mychildiloveyou.blogspot.com/2011/02/emotions-of-mother.html HELLO!!!!! Spoken directly to me. Please note emotion #2. Perfection and validation. Truly, motherhood is a roller coaster... and I'm only 14 months in. :)

Also, after my lil heart sadness I was blessed to spend time with some wonderful women like 4 days in a row. Nice. I know God just smiles and says "See, you're not alone."

I wish I had some pics to post of Corban. We've been playing outside A LOT lately. Like before and after every nap. The weather is beautiful and we're definitely taking advantage of it. But rather than snap pics, I just play. Oh well. I wish I had a personal photographer who could follow me and CX around... along with a personal DJ. That would be awesome.

On a different note... today I googled "plush crucifix." Why? Corban has taken to only going to bed if he's holding a crucifix. Now this is all well and good and I'm glad he's chosen Jesus as his "cling to" item... but a crucifix to sleep. It makes me nervous. Those are not the softest things to snuggle with. Sadly, I cannot find any. The closest I came was the "Wee Believers" Mass kit. But that crucifix won't cut it. If you come across or think of anything, let me know. Otherwise, I'm going to have to get all crafty and figure something out on my own. Chances of that turning out well are not good. I'm about as not crafty as they come.

Off to the laundry room I go. I'm trying to get a grip on the massive amounts of clothes Corban and Jamon go through in a given day. I'm talking 2-3 outfits a day a piece. They must think I'm gross. I can sport the same get up for a couple days in a row no problem. Ugh. Time to go make it all Downy Fresh.

A couple pics, no reason, they're just semi recent. :)

Corban living the life. Snoozing while we go on our family bike ride last weekend. Looks comfortable eh?!

 

 

CX wondering why I'm taking his pic... it's because he had just busted his lip and refused to stop playing. This pic went to Jamon to prove that his son is as tough as they come. A lil blood never stopped anyone. Also, please look at his chubby lil fingers. AHHHHH, I LOVE them.

 

 

Jamon and his team getting a play together the last minute of a game. It was a nail biter.

"FAMILY" - that's how the team "breaks out" every huddle (Is it called a huddle in basketball?) These boys are definitely part of our family. Proud of all of them.