How I grow out my eyebrows without looking completely crazy.

I've been shaping, plucking, and probably butchering waxing my eyebrows since my mom {finally} agreed to let me wear makeup ohhh, 20 years or so ago.  I miss my full, plush, youthful brows.  So I'm growing them out.  Unfortunately, I can't exactly hide my face while my brows take their sweet time growing all over my forehead.  In the mean time, I need to put my best face forward.

I watch a lot of YouTube videos to keep my beauty regimen fresh, and nothing makes me feel fresher than a set of plush, perfectly shaped eyebrows to frame my face.  Honestly, I don't wear makeup most days.  If I'm heading out and have less than five minutes to get ready, shaping my brows (or getting them on fleek) is top priority.

The results are in!!! Baby #4 is...





 

We had a small gathering of family and a few friends over this weekend to unveil Mystery Baby's gender.  It was kind of bootleg and totally thrown together at the last minute (hence the very few pictures), but everyone in attendance had a good time. 

 

No shame anywhere in my game. 

 

Even I was able to chill out (even with 5 kids running around my house) without so much as a sip of wine.  Yes indeed, thank You, Jesus.

 

{Side note:  I'm totally, I said totally done throwing my own soirees.  I love to celebrate, but I'm not a party planner and definitely need one in my arsenal for future shindigs.  #knowyourself}

 

Ahem--so, without further ado--

 

The Big Reveal.... BOY or GIRL???

B and the kids came to my 20 week sonogram on Thursday.  This was the moment my Princess has been waiting and praying for. 

So... now let's have a little fun!  

Here's some info on the cravings, aversions, and symptoms I experienced with my first 3 pregnancies.  See if you can guess whether Mystery Baby is a boy or girl. :)

Caution: Parenting While Introverted

When I asked about permanent birth control options, my doctor looked at me like I had two heads.

"But you still have four or five months left!!"

Don't play with me, chief-- is what I wanted to say.

"It's like I told you before: I was content with one, and then two, and three... now I think I'll finally be content with four!"

Even the nurse looked hurt.  "But you make such pretty babies..."



Dear Mama {in my Tupac voice}



My mother is one of the sweetest, most giving people I've ever known.  She gives without question, and she sometimes gives her very last.  I wish I were more like her that way.

We celebrated Father's Day with a very low-key barbecue (as in, I didn't put on makeup or mop my bathroom floor... #sorrynotsorry)  at my home with my dad, mom, and sister.  My mom and sister came and saw me elbow deep in food prep, and jumped right in.  On the real--I'm no domestic diva.  I like to have people over and have a great time, but hostess-ing wears me out quickly.  Naturally, I blame the introvert in me.  The heat and humidity may have also been a factor.

After everyone else finished dinner (and I sat down to eat, because I spent the duration of dinner looking for the baby's binky), Mom started cleaning up.  As she opened my kitchen sink cabinet, she commented on how organized it was. 

{insert record scratch}

Who am I, even?

 



I quit my job this past December, because we had an opportunity for me to stay home and take care of house/home/the kids/all that jazz.  It's funny--I never saw myself in this position.  In fact, I told B when we got married that I wasn't a "stay-at-home-mom" type.  I went to college to have a career and to be independent, and whenever we had kids, I would not quit my job and stay home.

There was so much I had yet to learn and understand about everything.

What's more special than an exploding cupcake?

My oldest son, O, turns 7 tomorrow.  Of course, I didn't think about sending cupcakes until 4:30 on Friday afternoon.

O:  Mommy, if you send cupcakes on Monday, can you send something like, special, for me?
Me:  You want a fireworks cupcake?
O:  Yeah!
Me:  With REAL fireworks???
O:  NO!!!  [frowns]
Me:  Why not??? Your cupcake would explode!
O:  [still frowning]  Because, then I would have to go to a new school now!
Me:  But, that's something special.
O:  THAT'S NOT SPECIAL!!!  ... That's illegal.