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baby shower invitations

Lindsay and I, well, mostly Lindsay finished the baby shower invitations over the weekend.  They look outstanding.

Neat, huh?  My only regret is that it doesn’t say, “it’s a small world” on the invitation anywhere.  I think people get it, though.

The basis for this idea is this invitation that I designed for my cousin’s wedding.  But how much better is this – using the double doors AS DOORS and opening the exterior of the it’s a small world attraction to the symbolic inside of the ride.  It’s like being there… in invitation form.  I wish I could make it play the song.

So… here’s the play by play.  I drew all the little kids, drew the exterior of the attraction, and drew the clock face.  Tom scanned all of my pencil drawings and since my computer DIED on my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day… I told Lindsay all of my ideas and she colored everything in.

I sketched them, Tom scanned them, and Lindsay colored them in.

Original Sketch – This is my original drawing of the ride exterior.

Lindsay emailed me printable .pdf files that I could print from my lesser laptop.  I bought photo paper and printed the invite interior.  On a second sheet, I printed 2 sets of doors.  The dimensions of the door invitations are the same as an 8.5″ x 11″ sheet folded in half, so the inside is borderless… the one thing I don’t hate about my evil printer is that it does print borderless when you can get it to print.  Instead of folding it in half, you fold the left and right quarters in.  Anyway, it makes measuring and designing pretty easy.

Here are the door pieces that I printed, cut, and glued to the outside of the invitation doors.

Putting it all together.

Shutting the doors.


Piles of finished product.


not to keep bringing it up

One thing I am noticing about being pregnant, moms LOOOOOOVE to talk about their birth stories.  (Don’t traumatize me.)  Well, I’ve got one for you.  (Let me traumatize you.)

I’ve said that 2 weeks after surgery I was at Disney World.  I was thinking of my anniversary, December 16th being 14 days after I checked out from the hospital.  You know what?  I can make it sound better than that.  December 2nd, I was at Martha Jefferson.  December 11th I was at Walt Disney World.  That’s 9 days!  Crazy!  I’m awesome!

I suddenly have a new burst of energy thinking about our trip this coming December.  For some reason, I had assumed that I’d basically be on bed-rest for 3 months after giving birth… so how the heck will I finagle an anniversary trip 2 months after the baby’s due date?  So.  Okay.  What?  Like, this is the one year we don’t have dinner at California Grill on our anniversary?  Poor baby.  Can you cope?  It’s the end of the woooorld…

No wait.

I was cut wide open and had a 15 lb. pot roast removed and 9 days after I checked out of the hospital, I checked in to Disney’s Wilderness Lodge!

It was no little cut either!  No little golf-ball sized cyst that was removed with 3 tiny incisions.  No.  Every doctor that I have seen since (and it’s a lot with this pregnancy thing) who sees the (like 10? 12 inch?) scar from Mr. Nasty is taken aback with a gasp and a distinct “WTF” face.  They all ask who did that to me, like I went to a butcher (and it was a pot roast – ha).  None of them can believe it.  I should start carrying around the picture of that bad boy in my wallet.



and 9 days later… BOOM.


Look how happy I am!  I could see my feet!  This isn’t a girl who’s on bed-rest or in unbearable pain.  This is a girl on the mend!  This is a happy girl – glad to have that disgusting thing out of her!!!

Tom says Dr. Stadler said that I am one tough cookie.  I like that.  I am.  I can do this.  It might be a slower trip.  The trip last year was slow.  That’s good.  I can relish every moment.  Last December I was feeling like it was a new beginning, and like I had the best husband in the whole wide world.  So optimistic.  So happy.  We were both just over-the-moon excited.  You know, like, maybe this year we’ll be able to get pregnant… finally.

Not much has changed.  Tom is still the absolute best guy in the wide, wide world.  And just think of the “new beginning” that we’ll be celebrating this year.  A brand new life!

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busy weekend!

Rough weekend.  Someone reading this would assume it was because of my full house over the weekend, but I promise that has nothing to do with it.  On Thursday, we narrowed our house-hunt down to 4.  On Friday, 3 of those 4 went under contract.  Two of them literally went overnight.  So depressing.  We had no idea that it could happen so suddenly, and I’m not sure whether that is a faux-pas on behalf of the realtor, or naivety on our part.  Probably both.  She knew how we felt, surely if she thought we should throw down asap she would have said that.  So, it seems like we were all caught off guard.  Three out of four times.

Mom, Dad, Haley, Starsky, Van, Trudy, Tyler, Bree, Sunny, Nick and Toby were here over the weekend.  Now it’s just me and Jasmine, and I’m so lonely.  Tom and Dad went to the Nationwide and Sprint Cup races on Saturday and Sunday.  The Herolds were here for a wedding.  So, let’s see… on Friday Dad, Haley and Starsky got in around lunch time.  We went to Speed Street in Uptown and won lots of fun swag.  I was a rockstar.  I won game after game.  I tell you what, ever since Mr. Nasty was removed, my hand-eye coordination and ball-handling skills have gone through the roof.

On the way home on Friday night, it occurred to me that I had left a Chickfila sandwich on the table behind the couch.  CCCRRRAAAPPP.  I knew that Jasmine and Starsky would have been all over that thing after we left and was positive they’d get up on the couch, spill half-empty soda glasses (also on that table) down the side of the couch, and litter my floor with the sandwich wrapper.  Craaaaaap.  The covers come off of the couch cushions easily enough, and are machine washable, but it was already midnight.  And I have no idea how we’re going to wash the cushion part of the couch…. I felt so sick on the drive home.  So sick.

We pulled up to the house, Tom apologized to Haley in advance because it hurts her feelings when we yell at Jasmine.   As we made our way to the door, Haley ran to the window and looked in at the living room.


I opened the door to two happy, friendly pups and a perfectly intact Chickfila chicken sandwich exactly where I left it on the table behind the couch.  I don’t know if I’ve ever been so happy in my entire life.  I felt so warm, almost drunk.  Drunk with happiness.  It was kind of like marrying Tom, or sitting there with Tom watching the two lines on the pee test form.  So good.  So wonderfully awesome.

We had dinner at Mac’s Speed Shop (I think), because it’s rated the number one restaurant in Charlotte.  It was perfect.  A unique Charlotte experience, lots of food for the money – oh yeah – and also it was delicious.

Saturday, I had big plans.  Haley and I were going to hit up Old Navy and then paint pottery.  We went to Chickfila to get lunch for the Herolds, and Target to get her some pizza.  When we got back to the house, everyone was there.  It was good timing.  That’s what we were shooting for, we wanted their food to be hot.  We pretty much got there at the same time, I think.

Turned out we had to dog-sit Tobster.  Makes sense.  It was really hot out, so he couldn’t wait for everyone in the van like he usually does.  Plus, the van was loaded with their stuff for the beach.  Everyone was in formal wear.  It really wasn’t practical for them to take a slobbery, hairy hot mess with them to that wedding.  It just didn’t occur to me until about 30 minutes before they left that Haley, Starsky, Jasmine and I were all in for the night with Toby.  Womp wah.  (Not that I mind, Toby is always willing to babysit Jasmine!)  Haley and I watched the Nationwide race, which I thought was really fun.  🙂  We watched about 6 hours of Jersey Shore in Florence.  Haley ordered us a free pizza and breadsticks.  She’s a good egg.  We had a good time.  It’s kind of like when it snows and you decide you have to walk to the grocery store.  We felt a little bit of cabin fever because we couldn’t go anywhere, but we made a really good night out of it.  My favorite part was our last two hours or so.  Haley got a cup of Sammy Snacks and had all 3 doggies sit, lay down, and speak for a treat.  She’s really amazing.  She is a dog person… she’s an animal person in general.  It was like watching Andreas Deja draw in my sketchbook, watching a pro do what they do.  Very, very cool.

At 2 in the morning, Dad, Haley and I went to the train station to pick up Mom.  And all was right with the world.

Sunday, Sunday, SUNDAY.  Tom got donuts for the gang.  I want to say the Herolds left at 11 for a 7 hour drive, but didn’t hit the OBX until close to 9.  (Just a guess based on facebook.)  So, I’m real interested to find out how that trip went since I have to do it in a little over a month.  I’ve been told 9 hours, so if they did make it there in 7, I want to go the way that they went!  You know, of course, what I am thinking.  “Nine hours?!  I could be at Disney World in 9 hours!”  Not just at WDW, but in 9 hours, I could be all the way inside the Magic Kingdom enjoying a Dole Whip.

Dad and Tom left around noon for the Sprint Cup race, the Coca-Cola 600.  Mom, Haley and I left Starsky to babysit Jasmine and again I had big plans.  Lunch, Old Navy, and Painting Pottery!  Woo!  We went to Wendy’s and Old Navy.  By the time we left Old Navy, Mommy had a “hegg-aig.”  We went back to my house and watched… something… what did we watch?  I forget.  We watched some of the race.  Haley and I went to Target and bough the stuff to make PKP and chicken spaghetti.  It was a fun little meal.  About the time we were done cooking, Tom and Dad came home.  Everyone was so exhausted.  We ate and passed out.

On Monday morning, I had booked us a breakfast date in Rock Hill.  We met Will, Joyce and Sara Beth at 9:30 at Cracker Barrel and sat there running our mouths for about 2 hours.  It was so good to see them.  I had so much fun.  When my food came, I was sad, because it meant we’d be leaving soon.  (We actually didn’t, we sat at the table for a loooong time after we were all done.)

We left Cracker Barrel and I whispered into Tom’s ear, “Disney Store?”  He smiled at me and nodded.

We headed up I-77 from Rock Hill, into North Carolina and got on I-485 heading east.  Dad was fussing at Tom for being in the wrong lane, going the wrong way… he sad something about being a bad driver in front of Mom and that opened Haley up to her Anjelah Johnson, “honeeey, I try to he’p yoo,” impression.  We were all dying laughing, wishing Lindsay was with us, and just saying it over and over.  So, although Dad thought Tom was going the wrong way, Tom’d just say, “Hon’ay, I try to he’p yoo!”  We parked at Macy’s, walked through and looked at luggage.  It was kind of nice to just do nothing.  Mom hit the nail on the head later, she said that whenever we get together it’s because we have something going on.  It was nice to just do nothing.  Just shop.  Just be together and be funny.

We left Macy’s, walked around that corner and Haley said, “Gah! I know why we came here!”  She RAN to the Disney Store.  I was nervous, you know.  We have a sister that get’s a discount and all of the merchandise is available online. I was afraid they’d think it was pointless to go there.  They didn’t.  They were excited.  We shopped and shopped and shopped and shopped.  Dad talked to a Cast Member who said that the stores are making a comeback.  Dad said, “Yeah, because you can’t take your kid into an online store.”  Dad bought tiny sunglasses for Lil’ Happy.  So cute.  He also asked me when we find out, because he’s excited about being able to get gender-specific stuff.  I am so tickled that he’s playing that Grandpa card.

I bought a Disney Store vinylmation and got the chaser!  I wasn’t as lucky with the Snow White minis.  I got Sneezy.  Not bad, but you know I wanted Dopey.

They were so not-annoyed with going to the Disney Store without our walkin’ talkin’ discount machine, that we went from South Charlotte to Concord Mills to visit the Disney Outlet.  The pool in my neighborhood opened this weekend, I was chompin’ at the bit to paint pottery… but the Johnson Family went to the Disney Store.  That’s how we roll.  That’s what we do.  It was pretty fun, as fun as a pool day I’d say.

They left around 4, and I have been ridiculously lonely ever since.

In other news…

I had a BombPop this morning that Tom bought me yesterday from an ice cream truck.  It was SO GOOD.  The problem?  What does a pregnant gal do when her craving is something that rolls by the house at random on weekends?  (Or not at all.)  What?  Go to the grocery store and buy popsicles?  Not the same.  They’re more watery, more icy.  This was so soft.  It was a popsicle, but when I broke through the frozen barrier, it turned to some kind of delicious miracle of cushy goodness.  The ones at the grocery store don’t slush as much as they just plain drip.  Anyway, now all I want is another BombPop.  I don’t know what cravings feel like, but this is as close as I’ve gotten to it so far.

It just occurred to me that I have a fridge full of wedding cake from the Herolds!  Woot!

Kirk out.

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Here’s what’s going on for the baby’s room.

Everything is designed around this mobile… my mobile from when I was a baby.  It plays “When You Wish Upon a Star.”

Although looking at it, mine is a little faded.

Alright, here… here’s what I’ve got so far.

The mobile:


The crib quilt:

Yeah.  Ya’ see what I did there?  Here’s another shot of the blanket and some other things around the room.  We’re going with primary colors and lots and lots of Disney characters.


This kite flew in my room for a really long time.


I found this at Ikea and bought two of them.  We’ve got lots of stuff, so we’ll hide some of it under the crib.  I like bright patterns with numbers and letters.  Look!  Not even born yet and we’re already prepped for a play date with Aunt Haley!

I sent Mom a picture of the crib quilts, and she said, “Wow!  Should have known it would be perfect!”  It doesn’t feel perfect.  It feels very scattered and unorganized and mismatched.  (So, please – if you think it’s perfect, stroke my ego.  If not… I am open to suggestion.)  There are so many things that I love at Babies R’ Us, but none of them match this mobile I’ve been holding onto for 28 years.  The mobile, by the way, which will not function until I get a new hook to put it on.  I could very easily ditch the mobile and go with the Noah’s Ark theme that I always imagined.  Classic.  Simple.  Most likely well-executed… but noooo…  I’m going with this obscure little thing from 1983.

Funny story about the crib quilt.  I think I first saw it on Etsy.  It’s actually made from a twin sheet and there are a bunch of them out there.  I mean, I’ve seen them pop up a few times over the years.  People just have one sheet, either flat or fitted, and that’s useless so they make cute vintagey looking blankets and quilts out of them.  I saw this particular design, with all the characters in the air and fell head over heels in love with it because of the mobile.  With no baby on board (this was YEARS and years and years ago… probably right after we got married) I watched the item and eventually someone bought it.  Then, of course, it and everything like it dropped off the radar for a couple of years.  When I saw it again (this time on ebay), I pounced on it.  “Is that stupid,” I asked Tom, “$30 for a crib quilt when we don’t have a baby?”  He said, “we’ll have one eventually.”  So that blanket has been in the closet of the guest room for yeeeears.  We moved to Charlotte and I put it in the closet of this guest room for a year.

Then, we went to Goodwill.  Guess what I found?  Same sheet-turned-crib-quilt.  This one had a red border instead of yellow and the back has some needlework firetrucks or some nonsense… but that’s the back, and it was $5 or $7.  SOLD – to the crazy lady with no baby… yet.  WHAT ARE THE ODDS?!

***UPDATE*** Alright, I looked at the back and had to share it with y’all.

I know, right?  Random.  But I appreciate the craftsmanship anyway.  It looks like a lot of hard work went into the random back of this $5 or $7 quilt.



When we were in Florida on Honeymoon.5, Tom started chattin’ it up with a couple of strangers on the ferry back to the TTC from Magic Kingdom.  They had the bride and groom Mickey Mouse ears, and WE had the bride and groom Mickey Mouse ears.  They had matching Santa tshirts, we were wearing our matching “I love my husband/wife” shirts.  It was like Bizarro Tom and Wendy – except not the opposite.  I don’t know what you would call that.  I told the girl it was like we were talking to ourselves.  They were even staying at the same hotel.  (Okay, we had actually stayed on-property but added a night at the Marriott… and THEY were staying at the same Marriott.  Weeeird.)

So, they told us their room number at the hotel.  Ballsy.  We called and left them a voicemail.  Also ballsy.  We didn’t meet up with them again that trip, but Tom and the guy exchanged emails, then friended each other on facebook… then I friended the girl… so now we’re like besties, that have only had one face to face meeting that lasted about 20 minutes.

They are Alyssa and Michael from Texas.  There are many obvious similarities and a lot of quirky random stuff.  Alyssa and I BOTH have a habit of stockpiling baby items for no apparent reason.  Alright, well, NOW I have a reason, but she doesn’t know that.

Today I got this!

Soooooo awesome!!!

I posted this picture on facebook.  Immediately, I thought – shit I should take this down.  People are going to suspect.  But then again, Alyssa doesn’t know that I’m pregnant, she just thinks I’m crazy like her.

But the comments…

What are the odds?  I’m not giving it away!  Alyssa doesn’t know – and she sent me the stuff with the understanding that we’re just trying.

On a separate note:

So, Tom was talking about trying Ohana at the Polynesian Resort next week…  I was looking up reservations online and the only date that they have available is the day we arrive, and we’re planning on firing up the grill that day.  Tom said, “let’s talk about it,” but then we forgot to talk about it so I posted this on his facebook wall:

That’s TWO different instances on one day which were completely innocent but were perceived as “I’M PREGNANT!”

Weeeeeeeird.  And hilarious – because I am.

Do you think I am protesting too much?  Could they be on to me?  I thought Haley was on to me – but she says that she had no idea…

You know, if I WASN’T pregnant… this would be REALLY annoying.  I got really mad at Thanksgiving because everyone kept telling me to have a baby.  And it was like, WOULD IF I COULD.  We were trying SOOOOO hard and my heart broke every month when my period showed up.