The Soothing Black Dress

The little dude and I had a bad day. There, I said it.

It's been a jumps out of his crib-wants to be held all day-screams when Mommy works on wedding stuff-escapes from timeout-hits Mommy in the face-acts like an angel when Daddy gets home- kind of day.

It's my blog, I'll tattle if I want to.

I loaded him and his attitude up for an evening trip to the mall. We had to get out of the house or risk a Queen vs. the Little Prince showdown.

As soon as I entered the mall, I found my zen. You know what's soothing? Beautiful black dresses from Black House White Market. I took one look at my lacy dream dress, (at the 'bargain price' of $198), and I felt the stress slide off my shoulders. I tried not to notice that he was not happy with my browsing.

We fell back in love at the end of the shopping trip.


This is the face of a little boy that is developing a will....

Mommy a Favorite? Not So Much....

I've been very disturbed by an ongoing issue with my son.

I don't think he likes me.

Yeah, I'm his favorite when we're home all day together, and he doesn't have any choices. You know, kind of like when you're hungry but the only thing you have in the fridge is an apple. So, you eat the apple but you really want a Twinkie? So, yeah, kind of like that.

I suffer silently when he runs to his Daddy and his Grandparents, and then shakes his head "no" if I want to hold him. I just sigh and accept it when he doesn't seem real excited to see me when I pick him up from Sunday School. He looks around, hoping his Daddy came with me.

The final straw came when we were having a meeting with our pastors and my son repeatedly hugged his Daddy then shrieked in agony when I tried to get a freaking hug. Awesome. Glad I decided to be a stay-at-home-mom.

I called my little sis the next day and cried that I was a good mommy and deserved some love. She was very quiet for a moment and then blurted, "Sara, he's probably just sick of you."

Once my ego recovered, I knew she was absolutely dead-on. How can he miss me if I never go away? I suppose a Mother's Day Out program would be a good idea. For both of us.


Me and my little guy? We're doing alright.

Things Your Wedding Planners Really Don't Need to Know

My sis and I absolutely love planning weddings. We still squeal when the bride walks down the aisle, we still cry when they say their vows and we always dance at least once during the reception. (Hey, it's our party and we'll dance if we want to...)

We are noticing a funny and frightening trend, however....

Our clients and family like to share intimate secrets with us. Perhaps it is because we help plan such a special day, perhaps it is the hundreds of phone calls and e-mails we exchange during the planning...who knows? It's probably because we're sisters, and everyone knows that you can tell a sister anything.

Here, in no particular order, are our favorite confessions thus far...

*Mother of the Bride: "Now, Sara, I've been with a lot of men. I mean, A LOT of men, but my daughter is a virgin today!"

*Father of the Bride: "I've been married 3 times already. I think my next marriage is going to work now that I know what I'm doing. Are you single? What's your number?"

*Bride: "I think my bridesmaid just had sex in the bathroom."

*Bride: "My fiance' is really into alcohol- it's a big deal. No, we don't want premarital counseling in our wedding package"

*Bride: "My wedding day is all a girl gets in her life, so it's gotta be perfect."

*Bride: "It took me forever to get my fiancee' to marry me. I need to plan this wedding fast!"

*Bridesmaid: "Ummm...the bride has been drinking shots of Crown all night and she's puking outside."


Their confessions make me do this:


But, I admit, I have one, too: I usually eat 3 pieces of leftover wedding cake to get through the night. Just keeping it real.