Money-Saving Monday

I don't typically post my savings success on here but thought I did pretty good today and it's a way of changing things up from my typical posts about the joys of boys so if it bores you, hit the little 'x' in your top right-hand corner. If you are interested and want to know more, email me. This has become my lunchtime entertainment to see how much I can save in comparison to what I take home. It's nice because a) I save $$ on products we would have to buy anyway and b) I'm usually too busy to think about how much I want the chips and guacamole from Monterrey and, thus, I usually end up eating Lean Cuisine, again saving money.

So, today I made 3 trips (although one of those trips was unsuccessful and I'll vent about that in a moment). First trip was to Rite-Aid:

Purchased:

*1 pkg Little Swimmers
*1 pkg Huggies, size 5 (yes, size 5 - I've said he's a chunker and I have the size 5 diapers to prove it.)
*2 bottles St. Ives Apricot facial scrub
*1 pkg Always feminine items

Total Spent OOP (out of pocket): $10.57
Rebates Earned: $3.00

So that essentially means I 'spent' $7.57 because in a month, I will get $3.00 back from Rite-Aid. Anyone that buys diapers knows that you can't buy a package of Huggies for under $9 (before coupons) so my totals are after coupons. If I had paid regular price for everything, I would have spend around $25.00. Not bad, huh?

Then I went to Walgreens. Oh, me and Walgreens have a love-hate relationship that is quickly turning hate-hate. And it's typically with one cashier in particular. Unfortunately, she wasn't accepting my coupon for a bottle of nail polish (although it was totally legit) but I am proud to say that I didn't get upset (in public) because this is not the first time it has happened. I was trying to use my last RR (Register Reward - Walgreen's 'play money') and planned to never return because their management is clueless to their corporate policies (that I have reviewed thoroughly online) and they won't stand behind them. But I couldn't even do that. Big SIGH. I will try another Walgreens this evening on the way to bible study only because my RR expire today and then I am D-O-N-E.

OK, I'm over it. My next trip was to CVS. And I can say with confidence that I am done at Walgreens because going to CVS to bargain shop is like choosing Macy's over K-Mart, Chipotle over Taco Bell (Chipotle, mmmmm, doesn't that sound great?). The employees are always so helpful and friendly as opposed to the Bitter Betty's I encounter at Walgreens. And this is my success here:

*1 pkg Pampers Cruisers
*1 bottle Crest Pro-Health moutwash
*1 tube of Colgate Whitening toothpaste

Total Spent OOP: $10.54
Extra Care Bucks Earned: $9.00

You do the math - kinda like I spent $1.54 for all that. Sweet, huh? And I can't take credit for the ideas. Check out southernsavers.com for details. I <3 Jenny over at SS. She's awesome!

I'm always interested in hearing great savings stories so feel free to share. And beware of a certain cashier at the Spartanburg Walgreens store. I imagine she had security print a picture of my face from the cameras and is likely throwing a dart at the picture right now. We're not fans of each other. At least I can say that one of us remained calm. And that person is calmly blogging about it right now.

Snuggle Time

You might think the title means snuggle time with parent and child but in this instance, not so much. We have had d1 and d2 in the same room for well over a year now, in bunk beds, and this has been happening randomly since the beginning. This is how the story usually goes:

(somewhere in the night)

d1 - 'Daddy, I had a bad dream about bears/snakes/monsters.'

D1 - 'It's okay. There's no bears/snakes/monsters. Go get back in your bed.'

A few minutes later you hear....

d2 (in whiny tone) - 'Noooooo bubby. Stooooop.'

d1 - 'Move over. I had a bad dream.'

d2 - 'Get out of my bayed!' (this is really how it sounds with his lil' twang)

So we usually assume d2 won the battle and everyone is back where they belong. Until morning when we find this arrangement when we go to wake them.....

Either he gave in to d1's pleas or d1 waited until he was asleep to sneak in. Who knows. Those two are a mess.

And for the record, d1 never asks to sleep with us. And, no, we are not cold-hearted - if he asked, we might say yes but why open ourselves up to a habit we might have to turn around and break?

Like this habit....

This child is always sucking these two fingers. Always. Probably half the pictures we have of him have his fingers in his mouth. This past week, we tried to 'train' him off of the fingers and it really wasn't very successful. We pinned a sock over that hand but he ultimately just sucked with the sock on. It may be that he's teething again and it just comforts him so we'll try again later. Our pediatrician had me freaked out that his own daughter (who is now 4) still sucks her fingers and he's tried splinting/spicy nail polish/etc. to no avail. I'm concerned that a doctor (and a GREAT one) can't find a way around this but I'm not stressing. He's 11 months old. Maybe I'll start worrying about that when I'm sending him to K-5 and his fingers prohibit him from saying the pledge of allegiance. Until then, we'll get by. Maybe by fighting every possible virus out there that he picks up and sucks on but that's life, right?

And these 'habits' aren't really new to our family. d1 didn't take a paci but loved his 'Froggie.' He had one of those animals filled with little micro-beads that he carried everywhere. However, the obsession wasn't really with the frog but with the tag. He would take it between two of his fingers and rub it and make a moaning noise. In fact, the moan was borderline-creepy but it was soothing to him and put him to sleep every night. So, it was a sad day when Froggie went 'on vacation' and never came home. Actually, we tried to toss him out during our move to SC - I mean, it was time; this poor guy had taken more swims in the toilet than I care to remember - but D1's mom thought that was cruel and a piece of his childhood so I think she kept it. I didn't argue with her. If she wants a green-turned-light-brown frog that has a distinct odor resembling a mixture of urine and milk, who am I to stop her? In any case, Froggie never made his way home to us and we never really had much problems with it. But, again, he was almost 3.

d2, bless his little heart, took a paci like a champ. We tried it with d1 and had no luck but thought we would try with d2 and it was great. And I don't really remember having to get up in the night to search for it for him much (though I may have just repressed those sleepy times) so it was more of a daytime thing. We were a little more rigid with his habit, though. We 'pulled the plug' at around 11 months. In fact, I believe it was the same time Froggie took a hike. Oh yes, I remember. Like it was yesterday. D1 thought it a marvelous idea to cut off the paci just a week before we made the 3 day move to the South. Guess who d2 rode with on this 1,000 mile journey? Let's just say he wasn't riding shot gun in the U-Haul with Daddy.

All this to say - round one goes to the littlest D. We'll let him think he's in control. For now.

I'm a Baseball Player

d2 now reminds us of this daily. He has been waiting for this day to come forever. He has sat through countless practices and games for d1 and rarely did he ever complain. This will be his first year of t-ball and he is so excited. He has played backyard baseball with D1 and d1 for awhile now - he knows how to hit off a tee as well as hit a pitched ball. He throws right-handed but hits (and swings a golf club) left-handed. He had his first practice over the weekend as a Giant and it was so much fun to watch him interact and play with kids he has just met. No shyness here. Very easy going and congenial. Quite honest. And I view that as a positive characteristic in my son. As long as he keeps it appropriate. Here are some pictures from his first practice.

Side note: So that appropriateness I mentioned above - there's a story behind that. Many have heard it already but I'll document so that maybe someday after my nervous breakdown when I'm in a padded room, eating Jell-O and playing checkers and can't remember such exciting times, D1 can pull this up and make me laugh.

Saturday morning (prior to the aforementioned t-ball practice), D1 and a friend were working on some improvements in our home so I had to get the boys out for awhile. It was too chilly to hit up a park and too 'germy' to visit a bounce house (with a crawler) so I decided that I would bribe the older two with milkshakes if they would be on their best behavior while I stopped at a couple of furniture stores. I only made it to one and it was all I had in me to survive it. The behavior started out great, d1 was right by my side and following the rules. d2, on the other hand, was running all over the store, hopping on couches, throwing his feet up on the ottomans and just not listening to a word I said. And I had no stroller so I was lugging the 25-lb chunker around while chasing the disobedient one. Frustrating but I could have lived with that behavior. It wasn't until I flagged down a saleslady that it went from bad to worse. While we were negotiating a price on an entertainment center, d2 interrupts quite loudly and says, 'I just farted right here. He he.' And if that wasn't bad enough, the lady said, 'I'm sorry, honey. I didn't hear you.' I tried to intercept and tell him NOT to repeat but he went ahead....and LOUDER. This time, it wasn't just the saleslady that heard him. I wanted to crawl under that Broyhill table and cry. I believe the next thing the lady said was, 'Do we have any girls at home for you, Mom?' Um, nope. It's just me. But thanks for the reminder.

Needless to say, nothing was purchased from that trip.

Finally Found the Camera....

Some random pictures we've taken over the last month or so....

Here's d2's new bike I've referred to in prior posts --

Here is d3 in the baby swing in our backyard. The fact that d2 is behind him and where his hand is placed.....well, that explains a good bit of my stress. He loves his baby brother but sometimes I think he acts a bit maniacal with him, too. Hoping that's just an overflowing of love and not something else. And poor little d3 - he doesn't have a clue what his brother wants to do to him at this moment. He's just laughing it up.

Here is d1 during his warm-up for his basketball game. I feel bad but we didn't take many pictures of him playing this year. And one day I'll tell him the truth -- it was because we were so engrossed in the game and cheering him on, we didn't have a spare second to snap photos. He doesn't really need to know that it's because we forgot the camera week after week after week. And even when we did take the picture, it didn't come out great because of the motion. I'm pretty sure our camera has a function good for these events but I just haven't read up on it yet. I just find it hard to spend my 'free' time reading manuals.

And one last one - for once, I'm in the picture. Me and my little Spiderman. We'll pretend that he is smiling and laughing and babbling (instead of what he was really doing - whining, crying and growling at me to let him down -- his new developed attitude towards the one who carried and birthed all NINE pounds of him).

Crazy, Beautiful Life

I remember a time when I could sit down and read a book in one night. I remember a time when my house was squeaky clean. I remember a time when my husband and I stayed up watching movies and sleeping until noon. Even though it’s been over 5 years since any of these memories were reality, I feel like life has become exponentially crazier with the addition of d3. Bless his heart, he can be a sweet little guy. It’s his older brothers that I can’t keep up with.


It’s been over a month since I’ve blogged (w/ the exception of my ‘oath’) and it’s been driving me nuts that I can’t seem to carve out a few minutes to get this done. Of course, most evenings I do have a little time that I could do this once the 3 Stooges are down for the count. But by the time that happens, I find myself migrating to the couch and having some TV time or Wii action. Although I’ve been wanting to blog, I really have no monumental news to write about. Which I’m perfectly fine with. So we’ll go with a Family of D’s update. And as a fellow blogger once put it, these are revelations, not complaints. Sometimes. For the most part.

Our house is on the market. Again. But this time we're serious. We LOVE our home, we have lots of space but we are just too far out to be involved in everything we would like. And if we do it anyway, we just tire out so fast from all the driving. So, please pray that our house sells someday, preferably within the next few months. We're growing weary of maintaining with our busy work schedules. So, that's probably the biggest news for us. Oh, and some of our BFFs are expecting soon. Some with their first (TWIN girls!), some with their second or third but we are so excited for all of them. I'm good with buying PINK!


‘d1 – he is now in the second half of his kindergarten year and he’s doing great. His writing is great and he’s starting to read really well. I am so proud of him when I see him sounding out words he does not know by sight. He has received 2 awards for perfect attendance, a writing award and a couple of Lifesaver awards from his teacher. These are awards given when a teacher catches a student demonstrating a positive life skill such as patience, honesty, integrity, etc. I will be honest and say that I don’t remember what he got them for and am too lazy to go upstairs and pull them out of his ‘memory box’ but I’m very proud of him. He also just wrapped up his second season of church basketball this past Saturday. It was so much fun this year to watch him do what he absolutely loves! All in all, my little guy is really growing up, and at an excessive rate, I might add. Now, if we can just keep his hands out of his pants. The boy is obsessed with his ‘friend’ and it doesn’t matter where he is – home, church, music class. Yes, I’m serious about music class, too. His teacher had to ask him to please remove his hand from his pants. I have to say, I’m a little terrified – one day he’ll discover more about his friend and its capabilities. I just might need therapy.


‘d2 – a big PRAISE with this boy is that we are going on 8 months with no stitches. That’s a record, as crazy as that sounds for a 3-year-old. He is thriving in his new preschool, learning more and more every day. Our conversations on the drive home make me laugh. Most days. However, recently it has become less funny and more irritating. I now have to drive with my rearview mirror tilted to where I can see the backseat. That’s because all too often, d2’s little fingers wander over to some part of the baby’s body – eyes, ears, mouth, belly button – among other things. So my conversations tend to go like this – ‘so what did you eat for…….get your fingers out of his nose, please put your socks back on your feet, no he does not like to taste your dirty fingers, stop pulling on your lip, you can have a drink at home, please don’t pick your nose, DO NOT wipe it on him, we’re almost home, no, pushing his belly button does not make him laugh.’ At this point, he asks if he can sing to me and I love to hear him sing, his munchkin voice is so precious. If only he wanted to sing something other than ‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer’ over and over and over. ‘d2 is also doing great on his new bike and is super cute with his helmet on. I will find that camera and I will post pictures. One day. For now, just envision it.


‘d3 – ah, my baby boy. Not so much a baby anymore. He will be 11 months old next week – crazy! He’s crawling everywhere and has recently started cruising the furniture a bit. In fact, last week I went upstairs and thought he was in with D1. When I came back downstairs, he met me on the staircase – 7 steps up from the bottom. My heart sank – he could have toppled all the way back down but luckily he didn’t. He’s a brave lil’ man and wants in on all the wrestling action, too, with the big boys. He’s still a chunky boy and has a passion for eating – he fits in quite nicely in our household. He will randomly throw out a ‘da-da’ or ‘na-na’ (food – we think). His personality is constantly evolving and I can already see that he might be a bit like his oldest brother with his fiery temper and determination to be independent. Whew, praying for patience if that’s the case. I do find myself tearing up a bit when I see him achieve these milestones and thinking how this is our last baby. Or is it? For now, he’s our last. Never say never, I guess. I love my boys and I feel like I’m a good mom of boys but there’s always that tugging at my heart for a blonde-haired, blue-eyed little girl. Oh, who am I kidding? If we ever had one, she would probably want nothing to do with dresses and dolls.


Although I may lack a little sleep in these years and I may never be able to call my house ‘spotless’ again, I know none of that matters. Instead of reading books alone, I get to read books to my boys. Instead of cleaning incessantly to impress….no one, I get to dirty it up in the kitchen baking muffins and meatloaves with my mini-chefs. And instead of sleeping my life away, I get to wake up each morning to the smiling, ornery faces of my three healthy children. Nothing better, friends.

A Promise

I hearby solemnly promise to get back in the blogging world.....soon.....hopefully.....if I can find the time. I don't have Internet at home (except via my phone) so trying to post is hard when I'm super busy at work but we have so much going on in our lives that I want to document and share with everyone, if I can just discipline myself to sit down and do it. But that would mean a decrease in my Mario Kart time. Well, ok. Maybe blogging can wait.....

No, really, check back next week. I will do better.

What In The World?

This is how we found d3 last night in his bed, sound asleep.

After snapping these pictures, we moved him out of that awkward position but it didn't matter. He moved himself back at some point in the night and we found him the same way the next morning. Crazy kid.