In Life News Today… (Through the Looking Glass)

I love this outfit…which I pulled off as a last minute OOTD  last week. Go me!
Those leggings though….on point. Super soft & comfy!

Taterbug has figured out camera mode on my phone & learned the art of a selfie.
I was victim in this photo. #Selfie #IWasCompletelyUnaware #RestingBitchFace

She also has impeccable taste in clothes. And she rocks them adorably.
#SheKnowsShesCute #SheLovesCowgirlBoots

She's FABULOUS!

Last Tuesday we went out to eat with Taterbug's Nana & Aunt (from her Father's side of the family). Afterwards, we all went to the hospital to visit this cute little baby bundle of joy. I got an overwhelming amount of the baby blues & Tater played with the older cousin while I was doing so. Once we got ready to leave, her & her cousin held hands the whole time walking down the halls of the hospital. #CutestThingEver #GirlCousins #YesIAmAnAnnoyingOverusingHashtagPerson #DealWithIt

Bubba plays until he gives out. Literally. At 9:15 P.M.
He's not a night owl whatsoever.

Coloring has always been a pushed skill for Bubba. The "experts" say he needs to learn it so he can work on his tripod grasp for fine motor skills development as well as his attention span & focus. His inability to sit still & focus on things that require that much control stems from his developmental delays mixed in with his Autism. I remember crying at Shakers in Lynchburg, VA when he first decided to actually color on the sheet that gave him instead on eat the crayons, which is his usual response to being handed a crayon. It was only for about 10 seconds, but it was the first real time he voluntarily did it. I teared up something ugly. I also saved the paper. Regardless, he has never taken any interest in coloring other than maybe like three seconds…until this day happened.

Bubba found a new love for coloring…
on everything other than coloring books (a.k.a. my coffee table & their Innotabs.)

Despite how annoyingly difficult it is to clean out all the nook, crannies, & crevices of those Innotabs, I can't get mad at him. It took too much focus & control for him to sit still long enough to color all over them & my coffee table & not actually stick the crayon in his mouth. #YouWinSomeYouLoseSome

In other news, the crayon did come off without too much fuss. I remember when I was a kid, that crayon didn't come off no matter what cleaner you used. They just don't make crayons like they used to. #ThankYouBeejeezus

Crickey, mates!!! You'll never again see such a rare event happenin' in your lifetime.
Here we have the almost extinct species of siblings actually deviating from their typical hostile behavior towards one another. This is definitely one fer the history books!

So here's the story about this glorified *hideous* antique "bookcase":

I recently told my Diddy that all the boxes still left in my room from moving were full with just my books & that I was planning on getting a bookshelf for them instead of stuffing them in my closet. Around Christmas, he took me to this store called the Wooden Chair (it's in Lynchburg, VA) where they sell nothing but handmade furniture to look at bookshelves. The store itself is pretty pricey on mostly everything, but I am in complete love with it regardless. We looked at everything & they had a pretty good variety of bookcases. I found one I liked & one I LOVED. It was shaped as the top of a canoe. It fit me perfectly. There were three different sizes of it, but for all of my books I would need the largest one. Sadly, the largest was already sold & they said they wouldn't get another in probably until March sometime, if that. In the end, we left & didn't get a bookshelf. While I liked the other one, I told Diddy I would rather wait until after I got a new set of dressers for my room to get a bookshelf so I could try to find something that would look good with my dressers & the aesthetics of my room. (Note to reader: I have ancient dressers. I had a matching set that was ancient but workable at my old house, but the big one got mold on it from being in the basement so it went bye-bye. My son's father gave me another ancient one he got for free from a family member & wasn't using. Getting a new set is on my "To Get" list, but it's not a priority in my life right now. My son needs another dresser too so my daughter can have her complete set to herself, so his dresser is ahead of mine on that list. If the dresser works, I can deal. I'm just thankful to have a house that we all can fit in now without running overtop of one another.)

So the other day my Diddy goes on one of his cross-country adventures to every Goodwill & Thrift/Pawn Shop within a 50 mile radius to see what "treasures" he can find to add to his collection of junk. Yes, he has a collection of junk. Literally, think The American Pickers show kind of collection. He is bound & determined to be a picker on that show before he dies, fyi. Anywho, he takes off to Roanoke (about an hour and a half from here) & comes back with this "bookcase" he has told me about  on the phone for the last 45 minutes before he shows up with it. It's hideous. As you can see, it's a flesh brown color & has a God-awful fish scene painted on it. Yes, I promise you that horrible looking scene at the top of it is fish, not flowers. The doors open, the insides of the shelves are only half painted, the top lifts up, & there are scratches, dings, dents, holes in the back of it, & everything where you can't see. My Diddy loved the thing he bought for $25 tagged as an "antique bookcase". I did not. I'm all for bargain shopping, but I have my standards. Certainly flesh brown colored ugly fish "bookcase" cubby storage shelf thingy-ma-gig classified as "below standards". We argued about whether or not it was going in my room for a whole 15 minutes until Bubba decided to save my life by going to get his buses & putting them in the cubby holes. They fit perfect & he loved it. He decided to go get more of his cars & put them in the other cubby holes. Needless to say, it ended up being his "cubby storage shelf thingy-ma-gig" in his room & NOT my bookcase in mine. I will deal with the eye-sore only because it perfectly solves the problem of storage for his toys (so I don't have to go overspend on 60 bucks or more on one of them overly priced cubical storage shelf things) & because it is Winter. Come Spring though, it WILL get a makeover & be painted. Once up-cycled, I will love this glorifies "antique bookcase" that really is a "cubby storage shelf thingy-ma-gig". Currently in my future home makeover plans, I'm planning on his room to be a darkish blue with white trim. He'll have some red mixed in there as well, but not paint-wise. Any suggestions as to what color I should paint the "cubby storage shelf thingy-ma-gig"?

Superbowl Sunday news:
Bubba is in love with Katy Perry.
Mama loved reminiscing w/ some old-school Missy Elliot.
Papa was super upset about his Seahawks loss.
Mama thinks the Seahawks gave that Super Bowl away.

My son's father's hands & jeans the other day…sexy.
Yes, we still tell each other when we look good & look like shit.
We are still the best of friends & that's what best friends do.
Seriously, he was rocking some Luke Bryan jeans that day.
Also, I have a hand fetish. That's the very first thing I notice on a guy.
He's aware of my hand fetish just like I'm aware of his foot fetish.
I have hideous feet. That's why dating never worked out for us.
Just kidding. It didn't work out for other reasons.
I do have ugly feet though.

The Majestic beastly. (A.K.A. The Queen Furbaby)
#SheKnowsItToo #SheHasSeperationAnxietySomethingTerrible

These are my top 3 most favorite people in the world…like ever ever.
Also, no man could ever amount to my Diddy. When I find one that does or comes close,
I intend to marry him.

I'll end this post with the best picture in the world, little girl undies. Yes, it clicked for her. She is officially potty trained. She actually loves using the potty now. Last night when we stopped at Mickey D's to grab some dinner (I hate McDonald's, but I was overruled in votes), she even asked to go to the potty while we were sitting outside in my car eating our food. She held it the whole way into the restaurant too. She's never asked or told me she needed to before. It's always been me periodically telling her to go up to this point. I guess us being dragged along to THREE different Krogers looking for three different Hot Wheels candy edition cars for my Diddy to complete his collection was just too long for her to hold it until I told her to go. So what did I do to celebrate her big girl pottying? Naturally I went out & bought her more big girl undies. I haven't been able to find Doc McStuffins yet (she's been specifically requesting them for days now), but I may even go online in my search for them if they don't show up in stores near us soon. I really just want to throw a " Congrats on Your Big Girl Pottying" party. Is there even such a thing in the world yet? I wonder if people would even come for the over-the-top ridiculous potty party games? I think I need to contain my excitement. Potty parties seem just a wee bit over-the-top, despite my extreme amount of pride in my Taterbug.