Oh Crap...

In 8 months of cloth diapering from newborn stage - I have NEVER had a diaper blow out with my Goodmama's (cloth). Today. Was. The. Day... It was bound to happen eventually... but wow. I was NOT prepared for this to happen at my office! Home, sure... toss her in the bath... some new clothes and we're good to go! But I think I went through half a pack of baby wipes... and had to make her some new clothes to put on, lol The worst was I didn't even know she did it until I saw the first picture... hmmmm. what that? Ummm... Oh crap.... This is going to require both of us...

Movember - Join team RockerByeDaddy!! Check out this stache update!

Wow... its been 9 days since my husband has shaved his sweet stache... by sweet I mean hardly there... he looks like a 14 year old boy who forgot to wash his face... sorry baby... but lets be real, this is gunna take awhile... now with that being said, it is coming in quite nicely... if you are a 14 year old boy that is... though, if you actually ARE a 14 year old boy, look out for my husband...

because he looks like a child molester. PSSSH. haha. I can proudly say the jokes having been laid on pretty thick around here... and Im taking some good jabs at him any chance I get... I figure its kind of like a reward for me... since i have to look at him *and kiss him* with that thing on his face... its so pokey! Zaq says: "It's official... I'm coining the term "zrustache"... Sure there's the "cowboy" the "handlebar" but this is so sad others struggling as I need a name to their own...." Anyways - there is a purpose to this whole mustache thing if you remember... its actually NOT just to poke fun at Zaq... its to raise money for testicular/colon/prostate/man cancers... It seems like its always about the boobs (lets face it, those are way more fun than balls) and then men kinda get shafted. haha. get it? Sorry.... So the whole month of november you can find both Zaq... and the RockerByeBaby logo sporting mustaches... in hopes to raise some funds and make a difference... So far - members of Team RockerByeDaddy have raised $75!! And we are dang proud of it... So PLEASE! Stop by the Team RockerByeDaddy page and click: Donate to Team... and send anything you can. Even if its just $1... every single bit counts and makes a difference. If every person on the RockerByeBaby fan page donated just $1 - we will have raised over $4,500 ... and THAT my friends, is something to really be proud of...

Mentoring Monday: Daddy & Maddie Journal

Another amazing post by daddy, Adam.  Its been awhile... but well worth the wait!!

Mentoring Mondays 

Teaching you to be a Lady while you teach me to be a Dad. 

By-the-minute journal entry of Maddie and I earlier this week.

12:17 AM:  I’m on whiskey-number 4 and whiskey-number 5 is looking pretty good right about now.  Sure it’s late and I need to be up around 6:30 AM but what the hell?!  Taking care of a baby isn’t too hard.  She sleeps mostly anyway.  Might as well enjoy the night.
12:42 AM:  Whiskey-number 5 was just great.  Here’s to whiskey-number 6 and getting all nostalgic over old music videos on Youtube.
01:29 AM:  Bryan Adams is the most underrated songwriter of all time.  I’m sure of it.  Hang on, I’m going to call my ex-girlfriend, scream “bitch,” and then hang up.
01:31 AM:  Alcohol made me forget about cell phones and their built-in caller id.  This will be embarrassing tomorrow.
02:17 AM:  ….must…sleep….room…spinning….thank…god….I…don’t….have…to…work…until…five..tomorrow…kid?.. what…kid?
06:57 AM:  Baby crying.  Head splitting.  Momentarily try to think of child abuse statutes in my home state but my head hurts too much.  Baby still crying.  Must do something…
06:58 AM:  Pacifiers RULE!
06:59 AM:  Pacifiers SUCK!  They only work for a minute when she’s hungry.
07:04 AM:  Holding Maddie while feeding her.  She’s so damn cute, I momentarily forget about my mental-threat of child abuse.  Being a Dad ROCKS!
07:14 AM:  Maddie just threw up all over me.  Being a Dad BLOWS!
07:15 AM:  After cleaning up myself and Maddie, she smiles at me and coos.  Decide that Maddie can live a bit longer.
09:23 AM:  Maddie falls asleep in my arms while we are chilling on the couch.  She’s so beautiful and precious.  I feel lucky to be alive and am grateful for her and all that I have.
11:35 AM:  Maddie cuts a fart that would put the Blazing Saddles campfire scene to shame.  I momentarily marvel at the awesomeness of my daughter.
11:36 AM:  I check her diaper after the above mentioned fart.  Oh. My. God.  Screw that, there IS no god.  Nothing that foul can come out of something so small and cute.
11:38 AM:  Diaper changed and I am forever changed.  I now understand battle-hardened Marines and their thousand-yard-stares.  They saw it all and came back from the brinks.  So did I.
12:04 PM:  I get hungry and decide to make a sandwich.
12:05 PM:  Every time I walk away Maddie starts crying.  As soon as I walk in to where she can see me, she stops crying and smiles.  Too cute.  But I am hungry.  Back to sandwich.
12:08 PM:  After four minutes of back and forth from the kitchen to the living room and still unable to construct a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I slowly come to the realization that I’m being schooled by a three-month old.  I am shamed.  Maddie keeps smiling.
01:17 PM:  Maddie goes down for her nap and I hop on the internet to check my chances of spontaneous combustion.
01:18 PM:  Outlook not good for spontaneous combustion.
02:19 PM:  The wife calls and says we need more diapers.  I tell her that she’d better go and get them.  She asks me “what?!”  I say “nothing, dear.  What size?”  The wife then reminds me that this is Minnesota and that it’s cold out and that I need to put Maddie in her bunting.  I tell her that that is not an appropriate verb to use about our daughter.  She says “I said ‘bunting’ you idiot!  With a ‘b’ and not a ‘c!’”  A quick check from Google confirms this.  Again, I am shamed.  And apparently a pervert.
02:24 PM:  I finally get Maddie into her bunting.  Spend a moment marveling at how ridiculous she looks.  She looks like Ralphie from A Christmas Story.  She looks like something Lewis Carroll would’ve dreamt of while on copious amounts of acid.
03:30 PM:  In the past half-hour I’ve managed to feed Maddie, change her, take a shower and get dressed for work.  Spend the next seven minutes making sure Maddie doesn’t throw up on my pants or shirt.
03:34 PM:  Epic FAIL.  Must find clean shirt.  Hmm.  The one on floor next to the laundry basket doesn’t smell too bad…
03:37 PM:  The wife comes home and I leave thirty seconds later.
03:44 PM:  Creeping onto the highway at twenty miles per hour, I try to remember what my wife looks like.  But in my mind all I can see is Maddie.
04:46 PM:  Pull into the parking lot of Best Buy to start my shift.  I am beyond tired.
06:32 PM:  A customer seems upset that we don’t carry the type of guitar strings he wants.  I resist the urge to grab him by the shirt and scream “Hey man!  It’s no big deal!  They’re just guitar strings!  You wanna know what happened to me today?!  I got shit on, pissed on and puked on and I’m here smiling.  You, you’re all bent out of shape over guitar strings!”  But I say none of this.
07:11 PM:  Even after all the above-mentioned events of the day, I find that I miss Maddie.  I sneak out to call the wife to inquire about the baby.  All is fine.
10:36 PM:  Done with work.  My whole body hurts.  I’m so tired that even my hair hurts.  I stagger to my Mazda and drive home.
11:11 PM:  Home.  The wife is asleep on the couch with Maddie resting belly-down on her chest.  It is easily the most beautiful scene I will witness all year.
11:22 PM:  I make a light dinner, careful to not make too much noise and sit down to eat.  As I sit down the wife stirs and opens her eyes, sees me and smiles.  Now I remember what my wife looks like.  She looks like love and joy.  I remind myself that I am very lucky.
12:17 AM:  We put Maddie into her crib gently as to not disturb her slumber.  She’s a sleeping angel with light red hair, big blue eyes and  a mouth that can’t help but smile.  The wife gives me a hug and a kiss and thanks me for taking such good care of our baby.  Shucks Ma’am.  T’was nothing.

Mentoring MOnday: Cant live with em, cant live without em.

Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.

      Oy. All I have to say is “in-laws,” and you know exactly what I'm talking about. The strange and often delicate relationship we have with our significant others' parents. Even if you get along swimmingly with your in-laws, there will always be (at least) one thing about them that drives you crazy to the point of…well, insanity. That thing that makes you want to launch across the kitchen table and strangle them. Maybe it's the way they seem to live in their own parallel universe. Maybe it's the way they always seem to mockingly placate you, ever so subtly, when you assert yourself as a spouse or parent. Maybe it's the need you feel to prove to them you're good enough to partner their child, and parent their grandbaby. Maybe it's all of those, and more.
      According to Time Magazine (http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,1863282,00.html), this is more of a wife-MIL issue than it is with men and their MILs, or women and their FILs. Adam and I both became stressed out when the other's mother came to visit Maddie. For Adam, I think it was more being overwhelmed with his new life and role as a father coupled with our crowded little apartment for a week (two guests = crowded--yes, it's that small of an apartment). Nothing that my Mom did or said was the issue; just that Adam's agoraphobia was turning on.
      Adam's Mom and I have always gotten along famously--even better than they get along themselves. Near the end of the pregnancy, she and I talked every day, and I think we both enjoyed the companionship. But something seemed to change once Maddie was born. A list of events on both our plates made for a stressful concoction, and in the end resulted in Adam and I feeling overwhelmed, asking (politely) for some space, and her feelings being hurt. Since then, there has been a disconnect between she and I, and sometimes I feel as if Adam is keeping two cats separated in opposite corners so they don't hiss at each other. Or maybe my imagination is getting the best of me.
      “In [Cambridge University psychologist Terri Apter's] study [of in-law tension], two-thirds of women said they felt their mothers-in-law were jealous of their relationships with the sons, while two-thirds of mothers-in-law said they felt excluded by their sons' wives.” (I hope that's not the case with my MIL.) I think whatever rifts we experience with our MILs stem from the intense bond each of us feel for our children. That fire that churns within us when we feel someone challenges our comfort zone, within which our parenting skills, relationship adroitness, and love for it all lie.
      You can't pick your family. But even when we're at odds, we love those crazy goons. What I do find comfort in is this: even at our worst odds, there is one link--one truth--that forever bonds us: the love, and willingness to do anything, for our children. In that, if nothing else, we can look at each other and share a genuine smile.

Wordless Wednesday - New Model... Jared...

New RockerByeBaby model!! - Jared -
What do ya think?! LOL!!
Love ya Jared, but I think ill stick with my cute little baby models, haha.

Favorites Friday - SUPER CHICKEN!

So, this week is TOTALLY random... but Zaq has a meeting this week and there is rumor going around that zaq MAY just be wearing a chicken suit... and a cape... yes, a SUPER CHICKEN! so I figured it was only proper to dedicate this weeks post to all things super... and chicken-ish... or something... lol

#1: Chick Chick Earrings - (CUTENESS!)
#2: Fairesisters - Red & Black Cape. (Yep. Thats a grown man wearing a cape... *pictures hubby adding a chicken suit to this silliness... *ROFL*)
#3: Franticmeerkat - They Never Knew what hit them (lol, i wonder if zaq ill have this power in his super chicken suit?)
#4: Mahalo - Super Hero Cape
#5: Baamaamoo - SuperPeep! (its a baby chick.... wearing a cape... love it.)
#6: DiscoveryDenim - Little Hero Super Capes
#7: Mariska - Flufel Poloko Plush Chicken
#8: PumpkinBear - The Day They Got Their Capes
#9: Snitterdog - Mr Chicken Has a Beer (lol, ummmm yes - perfect.)

Wordless Wednesday - Mustaches

Crayons from Chase Dreams (giveaway to come soon!)

Favorites Friday: Poop... everyone does it.

With all the poop stories "floating" around this house... (pun intended) I think a Poop theme would be appropriate for this week... gotta take something embarrassing or frustrating... and make a joke out of it, so you can laugh about it later... so here we go...
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#1: SugarRainDrops: Love Stinks Inspired Glitter Resin Necklace.... featuring an adorable little turd embedded inside, lol
#2: Acrylicana: Toilet Paper & Poop phone charm.... who knew this post would be so cute!
#3: CherryLane: Poopie Bib... (you MUST go to the page to see more pictures) OMG added to favorites and may just have to buy this myself... if @stoopidgerl doesnt grab it first!
#4: Stephaniehf: POOPIE pins!
#5: CarrotFever: I Pooped Monster Plush... I love the look on his face, lol
#6: Flufftail: Poop & Pee plushies
#7: Poopshop: Rainbow poop ring... Brooke Van Gory poops rainbows, lol
#8: Snew: kawaii POOP stickers... I love anything kawaii but these are just adorable... i think i need some... plus theyre from MPLS which makes them ultra cool :)
#9: Glamasaurus: my love... my darling... i love you... but EVERYTIME i see this i think of poop, lol
#10: PeeNo123: Shhh, girls dont poop!
#11: ButtonBistro7: Silly poop Pins... CUTE!
#12: SheLikesCute: Poo Magnet

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Wordless Wednesday: Poop Trail *gross*

When you have 3 boys in one house... you never know what kind of poop stories your gunna have come your way *giggles about inside story that WONT be shared here* but thus far - this one takes the cake... I FINALLY had just sat down on the couch with hubby.... and literally minutes later I hear IzzaQ slip and land on his bum... then heard him say, "UH OH" and RUN off to the bathroom... this is never good... so zaq stands up to follow him, and what do we see? A poop trail... When he fell he must have pooped his pants... no undies, it fell down his leg, and he stepped in it... Poop foot prints all the way to the bathroom... I couldn't help but laugh... and of course, before I got down to scrub the poop outta the carpet, i HAD to take *gross* photos to share with you all...

Wordless Wednesday:

"MONSTER" baby butt crack...

but he's DAMN adorable isn't he?

Wordless Wednesday: Happy Birthday Daddy!

Your only as old as ya feel, baby... Here's to 30... your best year yet...

Favorites Friday: The Mustache!

This weeks Favorites Friday? The mustache! Im gunna give you a ride around etsy for all the best mustache gear... a mustache ride if you will... lol



#1: UrbanAntix:
"A Mustache painted on each side of cup to have 2 disguises for each cup. A mustache for each mood." Too funny right? Sip in style...

#2: LIttleAngelsJewelry - "This hilarious and bold Dali Mustache Necklace measures 2" (if you want bigger or smaller or different shapes let me know) Handmade with Acrylic" There are tons of other mustache necklaces out there... but dont be fooled! This shop claims to be the Original!!

#3: Undies: "Gentlemen prefer blondes but scoundrels prefer girls with mustache undies. And we wouldn’t have it any other way, really. Attract the wrong sort with these hand-screened mustache undies printed on black 100% cotton briefs." Lol... remember that mustache ride I spoke of? Need I say more?
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#4: RADROBOT "Do you support moustaches as much as I do? Well, now you can finally voice your feelings with this classy one-inch button." HAHAHA - love it... i must say, theyre are some bad stache's out there... but some good ones too... I mean where would Hulk Hogan be without his? lol SUPPORT THE STACHE!

#5: TheBoldBandana: "All our apparel is hand printed by us using only the highest quality equipment and eco-friendly soy based screenprinting products." Yay! Its fun... its funky... and its eco friendly!! we love all of these things :)

#6: SprocketBox: "Vinyl Mustache + Mirror = New Mustache = FUN!!" omg - my sis would love these... FAVORITED! might have to add these to her xmas present :)

#7: SallyEnglandDesign "The delightful Mr.Moustache pillow comes with four interchangeable velcro moustaches (Fu Manchu,trucker,gentleman,& salt 'n'pepper!) and a clear plastic storage pocket on the back!" love... lovee... loveeeeeee... too friggen funny!

#8: Sirenaconjersey
Could this tote possibly be ANY cuter? No... i dont think it could.

#9: CathyPeng - "My mustache kitty design has been hand screen printed in a dark chocolate brown ink onto a pair of teal and brown American Apparel baby rib flat bottom panties." So, Im not gunna get personal and explain why i LOVE these... im just gunna let you think about it ;)

A Sad little Sunday Something...

Sad mama...
hubby is gone for the weekend... I just had WAY too much work to do... and with crabby babies, decided to stay home. I have bouncing back and forth between babies & the sewing machine for 24 hours... got about 4-5 hours of sleep, MAYBE... And just wanted to take a little time out to blog. While I brewed yet ANOTHER pot of coffee in 24 hours...

Ya know - I may be an anxious, overwhelmed spaz 90% of the time... Trying to jugging my growing store... a clean house... happy children... and a... well, um... lets say a satisfied husband... It doesn't leave much time for happy & relaxed reflectionBut the other 10%... like this last hour... I can still sit back and realize im a very lucky girl. The boys took a crappy nap... but today I didn't care...I went up there... snuggled with Zave... we giggled... pretended to sleep & snore and then... pop up & *RAWR* and scare IzzaQ... it was fun... I got sweet texts from ZaQ... saying he missed me and hoped my day was going well... Can you believe after 4 years we still miss eachother? My ADD brain jsut flashed to the movie Super Bad...
*Evan's Mom (Stacy Edwards): "You gonna miss each other?"
*Evan: "No. Miss each other? No, thank you. I don't-- I don't miss each other."
*Seth: "Yeah, I'm gonna cry myself to sleep everynight."
*Evan: "Me too."
I Knocked out some orders & the LIttle Peanut Boutique bunch as well... etc. etc. etc. overall a good day... and its not over. But it was mainly good for one reason... because I let it... Sometimes it is SO hard just to let yourself have a good day... I know it sounds silly... but usually its the stupidest things that can ruin it for me... Pizza on my carpet... Ants in my garage... bad naps... fighting kids... and after all that... all it takes is one comment from zaq... spoken in the wrong tone to make my head spin... and then after HIS long day, he will come home and im just a bitch... he didnt ask for it... and he didn't do it... Its not like he called Izzaq and said, "hey dude... be sure to mess with your mom today... its not like she does anything around here," lol *at least I hope he's not!!* So yeah, my point is... i gotta learn to roll with it better... shit happens... and you just gotta get over it. Cuz lets face it, it could totally be worse... Which brings me to the inspiration of this post... A article I came across today on twitter... It is me 100%... over caffinated... over anxious... and over-bitchy, lol
*sometimes... not always i promise... but mostly...*

SIPPY CUPS ARE FOR DOUBLE FRAPPUCCINOS By: Dani Klein Modisett:

"His jacket and backpack are so dirty he looks like a homeless person," my husband said to me on the phone after dropping my son off for the school bus this morning.

Then I hung up on him.

I'd just sucked down the last sip of my daily double breakfast cappuccino (you know, for the calcium) and was perhaps a little prickly. Mommy needs some inspiration to wake up lately and I'm finding espresso beans are exactly the right bait to lure me out of bed with a smile on my face. Not without it's price though, like I said, caffeine makes me a little "sensitive," a little trigger happy with the feelings of persecution and rage. Not necessarily in that order.

My husband claims he didn't mean his observations about our ragamuffin as a criticism, but that's how I heard it.

Sure, my ego was swollen and tender from caffeine and warm milk, but isn't it the mother's job to make sure her child looks cared for by keeping him and his stuff clean? Given that, and I do take that as a given, the question is how do I do all that requires and work and make sure all the teachers get cards for their birthdays, and do volunteer work at my son's school, and remember to feed the bunny, not to mention clean his cage?

Am I whining? I hate whining. I hate when people like me who have enough money to put food on the table and keep the heat on and have two healthy children and a spouse they still occasionally find attractive and for some even more perplexing reason still finds them attractive starts complaining about volunteer work or thank you notes. Just. Shut. Up.

I'm getting cranky a little cranky. Latte anyone?"

Quoted from: http://www.momlogic.com/2009/01/coffee_high.php#ixzz0UKYn34NY

That last paragraph is the best... if you skimmed, go back and reread the last part, lol This made my day... I hope it made yours as well... Do me a favor? Try to enjoy the rest of your Sleepy Sunday... *Now that I took up all your time with this blog* But really... Appreciate the little things, at least try... Remind yourself that (like right now) dodging baseballs at the face can be fun while blogging... not just stressful... and like earlier... IzzaQ asking me if I wanted to see his Poopies! Thats not just stinky & gross... Its good! Cuz this time they were in the potty!! AND not hiding under my kitchen table! yay! See... theres always a positive spin... Just gotta look for it... Check there... buried under the laundry pile... No? There in the dirty dishes? Hmmm... it must be next to the trash still waiting to be taken out ;)