tutu lady helps our klug crew
most of you loyal readers have kept up with my posts about the klug family. rachel and billy are two of our best friends as well as jackson’s godparents. they fought like hell to have the beautiful twins they are blessed with, 2 year old micah and malorie.
and most of you who have kept up with their story over the last few months, are aware of malorie’s ependymoma and the subsequent treatments she is now undergoing to battle the cancer.
so, i’m sure you can put two and two together when you watch the below clip from NBC nightly news that aired on wednesday evening… (you may want to grab some kleenex.)
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after watching that clip on wednesday night, i could not get to my laptop fast enough to look up the website for emmy’s heart, the nonprofit that laura pita created where you can visit her etsy shop and purchase the custom made tutus and capes.
Emmy’s Heart volunteers create tutus and crowns for BUTTERFLY PRINCESSES and capes and masks for SUPERHEROES undergoing treatment for serious illnesses or disabilities in South Florida.
Help bring joy to boys and girls who are fighting serious illnesses.
both paul and i looked at each other and knew that mal needed a tutu… like yesterday.
leave it to pregnant-brained me to have malorie’s radiation treatments on my calendar to start NEXT week, thinking i had a full 7 days to work on contacting laura pita and getting this tutu project going.
WRONG. mal went in today for her PICC line (IV access line) and begins radiation tomorrow. (side note: her appointment today went great and her PICC line procedure was successful.)
with 24 hours of knowledge that laura pita’s generous heart existed, i came to my senses and began correspondence with her. she has quickly responded and i can now say that my heart is EXPLODING with excitement for this family that means so much to us…
SURPRISE BILLY AND RACHEL! YOU HAVE A CUSTOM PINK TUTU BEING MADE FOR MALORIE, AND A BLUE CAPE AND MASK MADE FOR MAL’S BESTEST BUD AND BIGGEST SUPPORTER, MICAH! (both are currently being made and will be on their way to you next week.)
as soon as she gets a free moment to get the html code to me, i will attach a button both here in this post as well as on my sidebar to advertise laura pita’s etsy shop. in the meantime, you can learn more about emmy’s heart by clicking here, and visit her etsy shop here.
it is this kind of awesome that makes the internet so stinkin cool.
according to my iphone
a reader emailed me recently asking what was up with the inconsistency in my blogging lately. and then another person asked me via twitter why i have been so MIA. and a third emailed saying she assumed i have been “in my own little baby-land.”
i suppose when you’re pregnant, your mind is all over the place. clearly your hormones are nutso and your body is changing and bla bla bla… i dunno. and i suppose that when you’re pregnant with subsequent children, that changes a little bit. i’m not entirely sure. but, i can attest to the fact that i have done ZERO baby-land preparation for this little pickle. in fact, since we moved in september and have settled back in to the place we consider to be HOME, we have been busy. WAY BUSY.
but not busy with any baby preparations. if pickle arrives and spends her first few months in her brother’s onesies, so be it. i wouldn’t give up a minute of this time i have spent with my beloved family of 3.
(rest assured, baby-land prep is in the works for 2012 though… for those of you who were worried.)
(also, i have the greatest readers on the face of the planet.)
VBAC babbling, books, vagina talk
i bought this book yesterday. with the onset of my second trimester, i’m geeking out to some birthing literature and seeing if a VBAC is an option for me.
over at babble today, i posted about book recommendations, gaining VBAC knowledge, and i’m curious to hear from you.
so, feel free to leave me a comment here, if you’d like… feel free to leave a comment over there, if you’d rather (there is already good and respectful conversation going on).
and if you’re not comfortable chatting publicly about it, i realize there’s a lot of heat that goes on with these birthing discussions sometimes, you can always email me.
also, imma hit myself up with some serious mint chocolate chip ice cream. holla!
be honest, how much tv has your kid watched this summer?
seriously, how much? 1 hr a day? 4 hrs a day? none?
i’ve slacked this summer in terms of jackson and his tv watching. i most definitely have, and as of right now, i’m still ok with that.
since jackson turned 3, his tv interests have changed. he’s in love with the disney channel now much more so than his former PBS go-to shows. i don’t think it’s so bad. sure the disney channel may now have a jacked-up-looking mickey mouse and way more computer generated shit than i certainly remember… but times change.
honestly, it’s made me happy to see jackson get excited about mickey mouse and all of the beautiful splendor that is disney. i still remember the first time i went to disney with my parents (i was 5) and my dad shouldered an enormous video camera the entire day to record my every moment in the magic kingdom.
remember VHS? i know! crazy pants!
with us moving back to florida in just 4 short weeks, i know paul and i will have trips to disney to consider in the near future.
and yeah, i suppose i’m justifying jackson’s tv watching in explaining my love of all things disney, and so that makes me wonder how the rest of your summers have gone in terms of tv watching.
we’ve traveled a lot this summer. A LOT. between trips with our family, house hunting, adventures around the baltimore/DC area before we leave here, we’ve been busy.
there has been more outside time (when it’s not 118 degrees out) whether it’s been in the pool, at the park, going to get an ice cream cone, feeding the ducks, which has been wonderful.
and when there is inside time (because it’s 118 degrees out) we do play-doh, puzzles, blocks, and plenty of activities that don’t involve the boob tube.
…but we also watch tv.
i suppose in the same way that i used to look forward to summer for the lazy-factor when i was a kid, i’m seeing that i’m ok with my own kid possibly feeling the same way (at least for now).
he’ll start preschool once we move and for 5 days a week will be in a structured environment that he hasn’t yet experienced. his 2 year old program last year was fantastic, but it was 3 days a week for only a few hours at a time, basically to socialize.
knowing that he’s embarking on his first taste of real school this year, what’s so wrong with a little extra tv this summer?
it’s not like i’m pumping him full of junk food and soda and zombie-fying him and giving him popsicles for breakfast so that i can have more time on the internet…
::side eyes::
is it bad that as i type this post, jake the pirate is on in the background? i don’t think so because i hear my son over the tv, yelling “ARRRRRG MATEY!” and i am reassured that he is enjoying himself, which makes me happy.
isn’t that what summer is about? an extra dose of happy? a little extra tv?
or not?
you tell me. how much tv has your kid(s) watched this summer?
when hanging out on the internet
here’s the thing… strapless bras serve absolutely no purpose whatsoever. none. i’m all for bra burning, but with strapless bras, i would bring gasoline to that party.
i believe the intended purpose for the strapless bra is that women look as though they are wearing a bra (i.e. no nippige, no sagging, plump pillows of lusciousness) without actually seeing the bra; however, when you think about it and truly dissect the strapless bra, you come to understand that people see it anyways because you’re always fucking adjusting it.
it always slips down. always. and you hike it back up. always.
therefore, it becomes known that you are wearing a strapless bra.
pointless. absolutely pointless. kind of like your appendix. except you don’t have to adjust your appendix. unless you have it removed because it explodes on you. i would consider that an adjustment.
same goes for the thong. the point is to look as though you’re not wearing underwear. so you wear the string up your ass and then time passes and it gets uncomfortable and you find some way to shimmy yourself just right in order to pluck said string from your ass and go about your day.
of course once you go in to pluck your thong from between your ass cheeks, your boss calls you in to a meeting and 4 of your coworkers look over at you while your hand is fishing in your bum.
pointless, people. pointless.
keeping all that in mind, here’s where i’ll be hanging out this weekend…
click on the button above, or click here to take a peak at the current giveaways going on. then get yourself comfy and join us this weekend as we let it all hang out.
Have a Sip
