Like mother like daughter.

So yesterday we had our big trip into the capital.  We loaded the kids up, and had everything all set.  Nothing was left to chance.  Tons of diapers, covers, changes of clothes, Phoebe's potty, water, juice, juice cups, snacks, THE WORKS. 

As we were driving, maybe 45 minutes out, Phoebe started fussing.  She kept telling me, "Mommy, hold me.  I want to sit in your lap.  Mommy, pick me up!" but we chalked it up to her not wanting to sit in her carseat anymore, and being bored.

I kept turning around to check on her, but I get really carsick.  Really, really carsick.  And the REALLY GREAT thing about this state is all the curvy damn roads.  So, I could turn around for a few second intervals, and I could only hold her hand for a few moments before getting insanely nauseated.  The threat of me puking in the car outweighed Phoebe being bored.

The crying escalated, and I turned around to look at her again, to see what the problem was.  As I was looking at her and talking, she calmly looked at me, opened her mouth, and then a scene from the Exorcist played in the backseat.  A stream, nay, a RIVER of vomit spewed forth from her mouth.  ALL.  OVER.  EVERYTHING.

We immediately pulled over, and I felt absolutely terrible.  The whole time I was worried about ME puking, but it never occurred to me that she would get carsick, too.  Luckily, though, we were able to clean her up pretty quickly, and changed her clothes.  The transformation was immediate.  She became her usual chatty, happy self, only with a stomach emptied of all of its contents.

After we got back in the car I laughed about it for five minutes straight.  It was fantastic.  Seriously.  Projectile vomiting.  I said that it was going to be a good day, and IT SO WAS!

As a side note, after we got through with our appointment we went to the mall (STARBUCKS!) and got Phoebe's ears pierced.  She's been wanting to do it for quite some time, and we never remember to look for an earring place when we're out and about.  It was only by chance that I saw this place and thought about her wanting to have earrings "like mommy," but I did, and so we pierced it up.  I think for her 5th birthday I'll let her get her eyebrow done, yes?

Loving it.

Okay, this Squarespace stuff is rockin'.  I'm definitely making this my new site, so hollah back, y'all.  I'd like to create a fancy banner for my blog, but I am seriously Photoshop impaired.  I might have to make one out of construction paper and just tape it to my monitor.  I know.  I'm supremely fancy.

I have an appointment today in the big city.  You know.  Charleston.  CHARLESTON!  I'm going to wear my Sunday best and maybe brush my teeth.  The best thing about going to Charleston?  They have a STARBUCKS.  Do you know how long it's been since I've had my drink?  FAR.  TOO.  LONG.

Today is going to be a really good day.

The last first birthday.

Click the picture to see a slideshow of Charlotte's birthday party, sans cake-eating. The party girl (me) needs a break before phase II.

Um, seriously.

So, yeah.

I can't believe I'm sitting here posting.  I shouldn't even be on the computer, but I keep thinking about deleting this blog and, for whatever reason, just can't bring myself to do it.  I don't know why.

Well, without going into details, my life is really, really, really crazy right now.  Crazy as in, life-changing, I-don't-know-which-way-is-up kind of stuff.

Life itself, in my new town, though, is really great.  I love it here.  I do.  I'm so glad to be here, and even though the house is a wreck and needs a ton of work, I'm happy that I made this move.

I keep running into most of you out there on the internet, either through MySpace or Flickr, or wherever, and I'm so grateful that you're all leaving me comments, and haven't forgotten about me.

I certainly haven't forgotten about you.

XXOO

Be prepared for SUPERSTARDOM.

Seriously.  I think I could be on Fame.