My nail polish design was inspired by a children's book

I've been feeling creative lately ... well creative in the nail department. I got inspired by the book Subway by Christoph Niemann and did a little light grey/dark grey action on my nails. Check it .... I kind of love it. I free formed it so it's not perfect lines but whatever. No one is looking that closely at them.

If my kids were in a band this would be their album cover

What do you think the album should be called?


Going Bananas
Or a nod to Gwen Stefani This Sh*& Is Bananas
Fe Fi Foe Fanna
We Are the Monkeys

Any other thoughts?

And like THAT they are 2!

I'm sitting here watching the Rockefeller Christmas Tree lighting shenanigans and was curious about Neil Diamond singing Christmas songs though that makes me love The Jazz Singer even more. Oh that movie! And there he was. Justin Bieber. He really is an adorable kid. I thought ... hmm ... wouldn't be bad if Hunter grew up to be a Bieber. I'll totally take a Selena Gomez giving me grandbabies. And then they lit the tree and I got teary eyed.

Tree lighting, apparently, makes me cry. I just don't get what's with these spontaneous acts of waterworks. Luckily no one saw. But really, I do have reason to get out the Wellies ... it's the eve of my twins' 2nd birthday. Two who will be 2. My two.

Part of me feels like it was yesterday when I saw my babies for the first time. Two years in a yesterday. Will I blink and they will be 4? It really does go by so damn fast. I'm so proud of them -- they were itty bitty littles and they have grown into wittle bitty bigs.

Happy birthday Penelope. My first born. My Bunny. My Pippi.

Happy birthday Hunter. My little man. My Hunti.

Now I'm crying for a good reason.

31 somewhat narcissistic things I am thankful for

You know how so many people were doing that Facebook thing where everyday they said another thing they were thankful for? Yeah, I didn't do that. But it did get me thinking about what I'm thankful for this Thanksgiving. Of course, I am thankful every single day I am alive because after what I went through to give birth to my twins, it really did show me the fragility of life.

Whoa. Got really serious up in here. Taking it down a notch, I realized that I am thankful for many things that really don't mean much, but you know what? Screw it. They mean something to me. And yeah, I'm thankful for all that really deep stuff too. So here goes (just a little sap peppered in) ...

The 31 somewhat narcissistic things I am thankful for ...

My highly riveting list of things I really want to do before I get too old ...

I have a running list in my head of things I want to do or have. But since it's hard to get anything done until I write it down, I thought writing it down here might help some of these things really happen. Sure, some are lofty and frivolous, but whatever, we're talking stuff of dreams, man. Live it!

Holy Dracula Halloween Fun Times!

Halloween weekend came and went with some incredible swings of emotions. Perhaps only I can cry at a church basement Halloween party with indoor bouncy houses, a DJ wearing above the belly button track pants, and Jesus in a glass coffin behind a slightly open curtain, but seeing my son start dancing to the Monster Mash brought out the waterworks. I blinked ten times fast and it was gone though. No one knew ... except maybe Jesus. Who clearly showed his appreciation for my sap with an explosion of candy. Oh wait. That was dracula ... THE dracula who was really the funeral director who handed out candy from a coffin hand-carved in Italy at his funeral home.

Take a look at all the dancing!

The great 'super terrible' nanny debacle!

I made a major nanny faux pas. I screwed up. To the twentieth degree. Like bigger than Kate Gosselin's belly when she was pregnant big. It all went down when I advertised her. Put a glowing description of the beautiful soul who cares for my kids on Mondays and Wednesdays on the two Yahoo listservs I belong to. The sweet and loving and always smiling woman needs more work for the days she isn't with my twins.

But before anyone had a chance to read how she sings my kids songs that they now request (Taxi! Taxi! Riding in the backseat!) or how she is so patient with my little picky eater who thinks fish should marinate in his mouth for a half hour before swallowing it, before they were able to see how incredible she is I made a rookie mistake in the subject line on one of the listservs.