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It’s that time of year again! I’m so happy to once again be partnering with Tiny Prints for the holidays. Wait till you see all the holiday cards and photo gifts they have to offer this year! New design styles for 2013 include Contemporary, Classic, Vintage, Full bleed photos, All That Glitters, Bold Expressions, Simply Chic, Woodland Wonder & The New Tradition.

Glitter is in this season, but don’t worry about making a mess. These cards only look like they have glitter on them. And check out the new trim options for 2013! Square, rounded, bracket, ticket & scallop trims allow you to make your card uniquely you.


The color palate, the simple wording. This one makes me swoon.TP2

Got more than one photo you want to share? No worries! The tri-fold card selection is top notch.TP3

Looking for something a little less traditional? Why not try one that doubles as a sweet ornament? TP4

Something else new this year? Clear cards!


And these are just a teeny tiny glimpse at what you’ll find over at Tiny Prints this year. Also, they offer matching address labels and envelope liners so truly, all your needs are met in one stop.

Here’s my favorite part: Tiny Prints wants to give one of you $50 towards your holiday card creation! (Plus free shipping! U.S. winners only.) To enter is simple. Visit their selection of cards and comment here with your favorite. One winner will be picked at random and announced Monday. Hurry! You can only enter until Sunday, November 17th.

Want to see what others are choosing this year? Follow @ResourcefulMom on Twitter and use the hashtag #TinyPrintsCheer. Happy holidays!

Disclaimer: The good folks at Tiny Prints hooked me up with my holiday card needs this year. So happy they will for one of you too!

There’s never a good time to step in urine, but stepping in urine before 7 a.m. really takes the cake.

We’re knee deep in potty training Owen and while he’s doing excellent — really! — boys have that whole extra issue of having to tuck it in and because of that, occasionally I find myself dodging puddles. We’ve bought stock in Clorox Wipes.

I guess I can’t really complain too much. He announced one day while in the tub that he had to go potty, and after that things just took off. I still have to tell him it’s time to take a “potty break”, as he only sometimes tell us he has to go, but if we keep up on him he spends almost every day entirely dry and many nights too. He’s also been learning the concept of “privacy”, and now wants us to leave the bathroom and shut the door while he goes. Cracks me up, this kid.

ANYWAY, I digress. My point was that at 6:39 a.m. I opened the bathroom door to find that not everything had made it in the bowl and I guess those things can get some range, because the puddle I stepped in was closer to the door than the potty. At the same time, Ryan was complaining from his crib where I put him after he woke to eat at 5:30 and wouldn’t go back to sleep, and Kodiak was all up my butt wanting breakfast.

I finally got everyone situated, but before I could get a drop of caffeine in my system, Ryan was ready to go back to sleep (uh, yeah. Because you were up at 5:30, kiddo.), Owen wanted breakfast and Sesame Street and now the kitchen floor needed wiping from Kodiak shaking his face after drinking. Sometimes I feel like I’ve had an entire day before the day ever starts.

– I’ll admit it. I totally use Owen as a “babysitter”. For example, Ryan’s needs are all met and he is happily playing on his play mat while I write this. Until he’s not happy, for whatever reason, and starts to fuss. “Hey, Owen. Go make your brother laugh,” I’ll say. And he does. And I get five more minutes of me time. We’ll have to have another kid just to keep the cycle going.

– Have you started holiday shopping? I…haven’t. I kind of know what I’m getting most people, but aside from one purchase already made for Owen, I’ve done nothing. I always say I’m going to shop year-round to avoid last minute stress and I NEVER DO. Never. Of course.

– Speaking of holidays, don’t forget you have until Friday to enter to win $50 off your Tiny Prints order. Do it! Cards are expensive! Free stuff!

– Random (appropriate for this post, no?) but do you have a headboard for your bed? Do you love it? I really, really want one, but they’re so expensive and I just can’t commit. I want one that is padded but won’t collect dust and hair. I’m not sure I love leather. I’m pretty much screwed, right? Help?

Something like this, maybe. I really like the clean, modern look of it. I do not like the price tag. Damn you, West Elm and you’re pretty, expensive things.

– In the time it took to write this post, we had another successful potty endeavor. One and two, if you cared to know. (You probably didn’t.) I’m happy to report everything made it into the bowl and no mothers were forced to step in anything gross. The end.

Can you believe it’s November already? I can’t. I still have a stack of unstamped birth announcements (yes..he was born in July!) waiting to go out and here I am thinking about holiday cards. Yikes!

Luckily, Tiny Prints is taking some of the stress out of it. With all their awesome selections this year, all I really have to worry about is picking a photo. (Easier said than done, though. Have you ever tried to get a 2-year old and a 4-month old to look at the camera at the same time?)

Here are some of my favorites offered by Tiny Prints this year:

Aren’t they pretty? I can’t wait to make one of our own. Check out the whole line of Tiny Prints holiday cards to start your very own creation. Also, head over to their special offers page for some great promotions.

As a special treat for you, leave a comment telling me your favorite holiday tradition. One comment will be chosen at random to win $50 off your total order with Tiny Prints (expires 12/14/12 – does not include shipping & cannot be combined with any other promos.). The giveaway will end Friday, November 16th.

Happy holidays!

*This is a sponsored post. In exchange for this post, I will receive money off my holiday order with Tiny Prints.

– There’s a gift shop in town that I walk or drive by almost every day. Outside the shop they have a chalk sign with a countdown of how many shopping days are left until Christmas. Today is said 41. Forty one days! I always find myself thinking around this time each year that I have plenty of time to figure out what I want to give my family, only to find myself with very little time left and virtually no ideas.

Michael is the kind of “I don’t want anything”, which is guy speak for “I haven’t really thought about it, but if you give me some time I’ll probably come up with something. Like, three days before Christmas.” I used to be great at avoiding this by listening and more importantly, remembering, things he mentioned during the year, so I was great at surprising him. I LOVE surprises. I hate knowing what is inside those pretty wrapped boxes on Christmas morning until they’re opened. I think that’s still the kid in me. But even more than that, I love surprising others and seeing them happy over something I gave them. It’s really about the giving after all, isn’t it?

This year, however, he hasn’t mentioned anything! At least not anything that would qualify as a surprise. So I have (according to the sign) 41 days to figure it out. What are you getting your significant other? Any ideas I can hijack?

– I despise the phrase “You look tired.” Hate it. Because really, there are only two scenarios that go along with it.

One, you’re not tired. Not even a little. In fact, you feel bright and spritely, and you put on some makeup that day and did your hair and think you look super cute. And then someone has to point out that you look tired, which is really just a nicer way of saying “You look like poo”, and you wonder what the point was in getting all dolled up if you’re just going to look like poo tired.

Or two, you actually are tired, because you worked all week, or were up with the baby a couple of times during the night or are just, well, TIRED. In this case, they’re just pointing out the obvious by saying you look tired, which is really just a nicer way of saying “You look like poo”, and gee, thanks. That’s very nice of you.

And it’s not like we go around saying “You look fat today”, because that would be considered flat-out mean. Instead, we sugar-coat it and call it “tired”. Because “tired” is OK.

– Lately I’ve been having a crazy craving for chicken and dumplings. I think I’ve actually had it once in my life — way back in high school at Cracker Barrel — so I don’t know where this craving is coming from. I have no recollection about how it tastes, but it my head it sounds delicious. I did a quick web search for a recipe, and a lot call for cream of celery or chicken soup and that’s kind of turning me off to the idea. Is this actually a good dish, or am I just making it up? Is there a better way to make it without using condensed soup?

– Every time I put Owen in his play walker or Bumbo seat, he inevitably poops up his back. I’ve done a lot of laundry lately. Just thought I’d share. Maybe I’ll start telling him he looks tired after he does it. It’s much nicer than telling him he’s covered in poo.

Since the wake and funeral for the aforementioned fireman is today and tomorrow, there will be some tears this holiday weekend. Which is why I’m so thankful that one of my college roommates is heading to RI to spend it with me.

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V is a riot (seen here emotional while coming out of the church at our wedding. Love this pic.) and I’m so looking forward to laughing, talking, going to the fireworks and everything else that comes with a great visit. Can’t wait to see you, V!

Happy 4th everyone!

I’m leaving early today to head home to NY for Thanksgiving. I’m really excited to see my family, especially my sister who is coming home from college tonight. I have no doubt she will be wearing a pair of ginormous corduroy hippy pants that I swear are big enough for a preschool class to play parachute under.

The downside is that Michael and I will not be spending the holiday together. Throughout the course of our relationship we’ve always split up on Thanksgiving. Christmas is with my family and Easter is with his. But we’re engaged now and next Thanksgiving we will be married so this is the last time we’ll celebrate separately.

I miss him already. This morning he was unusually quiet. We were doing our morning routine–he was in the shower and I was at the sink putting on my makeup. I keep watch on the clock (because that boy will shower for three days if you let him) and periodically call out the time. “It’s 7:45!” Michael always replies with the same thing: “You’re 7:45!”

It makes no sense, I know. It’s just something we always do. But today when I called out the time he said, “OK.”

We didn’t talk much the rest of the morning and I tried not to think about it as I was scurrying to find one last pair of shoes (what, I only brought four), my iPod and debating whether or not I really needed to bring my big pink fuzzy lounge around the house socks. (The answer is yes.)

Just as I was about to leave, he commented that he felt out of it today. “Is that why you didn’t talk to me all morning?” I asked.

“I’m sorry!” he said pulling me into a hug. “I didn’t even realize it.”

Annnnnd then I started to tear up. Because a) I’m hormonal and b) I won’t see him until Sunday night and c) I’m so, so, so thankful for him that I didn’t want to let him go.

I left and headed off to work listening to Christmas music (yes, already. XM has FIVE Christmas stations) and thought about how lucky I am. Good man, good family, good friends.

I’ll try and post tomorrow, but if I don’t, have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

You know what sucks about being a woman? Mood swings. Specifically, mood swings the week before your period. I think part of it stems from the fact that I’ve been trying really, REALLY hard to eat well in preparation of Vegas and it just so happens that this time every month all I want it a chocolate covered doughnut followed by a bag of crunchy Cheetos. Gross? Yes. But oh so satisfying.

Well, I didn’t have the doughnut. And I certainly haven’t had any Cheetos. Nope. I’ve had yogurt. And blueberries. And…yeah.

Michael took the day off yesterday and I was so happy to have him home with me. We had a really nice afternoon of walking with the dog and going to Starbucks, but come 4 o’clock my mood had severely shifted.

I was cranky. And weepy. And everything he did annoyed me so much that all I wanted was for him to “GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME ALONE!” Which of course he wouldn’t…because he knows that this side of me pops up once a month. And he thinks it’s funny to wrestle me until he’s got me pinned and then try and stick his fingers in my nose and ears. Boys.

After an hour of this (and one good no-reason cry while I made dinner), I was normal again. Hormones…what the hell?

Another reason I was cranky was that the gray sky threatened rain all day. And rain would mean no fireworks. I LOVE fireworks. There’s something about a band blasting patriotic music while the entire town gathers to watch the sky light up that really moves me. And I wanted my fireworks, damn it!

As per tradition, Jen came over and as the rain started to fall, the three of donned our rain jackets and umbrellas and started to walk to the center of town. As we walked, the rain got heavier and heavier and by the time we arrived we had to huddle under a tree to avoid becoming completely drenched.

Soon after we arrived, an announcement was made saying they were waiting for a window of opportunity to start the show. It took 45 minutes for that window to appear. Forty-five minutes of squishy flip-flops, damp pants and wet faces for the sky to clear and a spectacular fireworks display to start.

I stood in the middle of the field, stray raindrops sliding down my cheeks and felt like a little kid as light and color exploded over my head. It was perfect.

Turned out to be a nice Fourth of July after all.

Update: OK, I caved. I’m sharing a brownie with my boss. SHARING!

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