I'm a Scaredy Cat

{our nest}


I spent the majority of the weekend alternating between nesting and eating fun size candy bars. Not a bad life, I tell ya.

Something that is bad?
Getting sucked into watching "Orphan" on the Lifetime Channel.
In a moment of weakness, I will fall prey to a false sense of courage when it comes to scary stuff.
It's happened a handful of times.

Talking my parents into taking a 3 year old me on the Snow White ride at Disney World.
Talking my babysitter into letting me watch "Batman Returns" at age 4.
Talking my brother into letting me play the Windows '95 computer game "Are You Afraid of the Dark."

And of course,
"Friday Night Fright Night"
in college.
When I was trying to think of any excuse to spend time with Daniel, (pre-DTR*), cuddled under a blanket of course.

{*DTR=Define The Relationship talk}

Everything was going well, until the night we watched "The Grudge."
Over a holiday weekend.
Thus, a huge empty dark house (usually filled with bright lights and 55 girls) awaited me.
The hallway felt so long. Even though I ran down it.
And the bathroom? Yeah right. They always get you in the bathroom.
Didn't help that we had just watched "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" too.
Or that the only other girl in the sleeping porch with me had a tendency to sleep talk.

As I squeezed my eyes closed at 3AM,
I hear sleep-talk- girl start moaning.
and groaning.
and thrashing around in her bunk bed.
yelling "no no no!"
Then she screamed, sat straight up in her bed, turned to look at me, and slooooooowly laid back down.

I may or may not have yelled "Emily Rose" and thrown a Bible at her.
It's all a blur.


And that, my friends, was the end of "Friday Night Fright Night."


Happy Halloween!

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Yes. I Can.

{via}

Only a few weeks left to go until Baby Bean makes his grand debut.

I'm hoping weeks. I need to relish in a few more nights of uninterrupted happy-go-lucky slumber.

I also need a couple more motivational pep talks between me and the ol' cervix.

She got a little nervous again today...

{I'm assuming a cervix is a "she"}

after my midwife spoke these reassuring words:

"Oh wow. That's his head all the way down there. BIG! And what's this? Oh, that's his bottom. BIG!"

key word: BIG

from head to toe

Miss Cervix was like, "Ahhhh, hellz no!"

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Bikinis. October. Hormones. Oh my.

Note to Self

While organizing iPhoto, (and uber-prego), there will be a certain category of photographic proportions that should be avoided.

A time in life, not so long ago, when you spent hours. perhaps days. galavanting. frolicking.

in a bikini.

8% strips of spandex. 92% skin.

You might even be tempted to try on mr. summer of 2010 bikini.

Do a few crunches. ha.

Eat a carrot.

Twirl around the living room, all Sound of Music like, singing "I Have Confidence."

Then your husband will tell you how beautiful you look.right.now.

The most beautiful you ever have.

Baby Bean will give a fist pump in agreement.

And you'll believe it.

Life is good.

Just a reminder.

P.S.

The only reason you had abs in the first place, was because at the end of each workout...

Peanut Butter/Banana Eggos and Chocolate Milk reward.

That's really what this is all about.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

To Do or Not To Do

{young'ns}

I'm 23 and about to become a mom.

Because of that...

A million thoughts bombard me morning, noon, and night.

Breastfeeding? Cloth diapers? Can I sneak a Starbucks gift card onto the baby registry?

And, whether or not I should put my nose ring back in.

Otherwise known as a Quarter.Life.Crisis.

I've had it off and on for the past 5 years.

Or I guess, "in and out."

In when I lived in Hawaii.

Out when I lived in Africa.

In when I was a barista.

Out when I was a nanny.

In during the normal everyday.

Out during my wedding day.

In/Out? as a stay at home mama in Oregon?

I'm still cool enough to pull it off, right?

It'll pair nicely with the mom jeans.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Whim Wham Weekend #18

{The MAiZE}

White Mocha/Caramel Frappuccino

Food dates {here} {here} and {here}

Heartburn.

Community group.

Heartburn.

Early airport drop-off/donut pick-up

Heartburn.

NFL Red Zone/catching up on {this} show.

Heart.burn.lava.pit.of.mordor.

All in all. A fantastic weekend, minus the heartburn. Sure, I ate pretty much everything you aren't supposed to eat if you have heartburn. Coffee. Chocolate. Creole seasoning.

At 35 weeks pregnant though, Baby Bean is making me sweat regardless of what/when I eat.

He turns water into lava. A modern day little miracle maker that Bean is.

Until now, I was busting out the TUMS every night.

Then it was every few hours.

Every two hours.

It's all a blur.

Daniel was googling TUMS Rehab groups.

I'm happy to say, I have found my cure at Walgreens.

And with 4-ish weeks left, I say, "Bring on the fried everything!"

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

A Picture...1000 words.

{obviously, I was a bit enthusiastic for Fall...mainly Thanksgiving}



This is either the most amazing thing I've ever done. Or the most awkward.

It had to be done {Michaela}
It.had.to.be.done.

Not only does it show off my incredible photoshop skills,
it symbolizes much much more.

Friendship.
Blogging.
Pow-wow.
Guest Post.


Translation:

I'm over {here} today on the dear M's blog.
Sharing some She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not goodness.
Check it out.
I was on my best behavior and kept the awkward to a minimum.

I know, I know.
Now you all want me to guest post.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Hello 1988. Hello Giveaway Winner.

{Urban Decay Lip Color: Punch Drunk}

I was feeling a rocker-ish vibe today while getting ready.
Probably due to the major bedhead going on.
There was no escaping it.
Like REO Speedwagon said, "Can't fight this feeling."
Totally true.
Except I'm pretty sure he was singing about love.
And the fact that I even know that song makes me feel old.
Like I'm turning into my parents.
Then I realize, I am going to be a parent. soon.

Rock on.

{my excited giveaway/rockstar/in labor face}

P.S. The winner of the LuLu Wrap Giveaway is...

Alyssa {little baby mama bear}

Email me your info sweet thang!


xoxo

{Bon Bon}