7QT: Toilets, Bathrooms, Rockstar Moments


I would prefer to not share every single thing I ever do in my entire life with you, Facebook. (That is what this blog is for…) While clicking around Netflix the other day, Facebook wanted to know if I wanted to share my activity. Why would anyone care what I was searching for on Netflix?

What should we share next? Can we have a Facebook toilet with a sharing option? “Would you like to share your latest BM?” Sure, Facebook. I don’t see why not.

Get out of my life.




My house. It’s almost put together.

My type-A personality rejoices. Not only am I type-A, but I am 36 weeks pregnant and I am nesting.

Mike is spending his evenings fulfilling my reasonable requests to tilt that chair to the left an inch and make sure that platter sits on top of the cabinet and not next to it. Because those things would just be unacceptable.


“Are you taking a picture of me?”


The other day I saw a picture that Grace posted: she put her middle child in time out for biting. She did it by putting a chair in the corner and making him sit in it. I thought this was genius, so I tried it.

It worked the first time Ellen bit me (Did I mention she likes to bite now? Sigh.). But, after her time out and about 20 minutes later, she waltzed over to me, bit me, and then sat herself in the chair.

I guess that’s what I get for trying to learn parenting techniques from Instagram.


Yesterday, Ellen and I got dressed and out of the house before noon. We hit up the SOS, dropped some letters in a mailbox, and made a quick trip to the grocery store for odor-locking garbage bags (fingers crossed).

I felt like a freaking rock star, and that is embarrassing.


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Whenever I near the end of my pregnancies, Mike finds it to be the most convenient time to gripe about his weight and vow to start eating healthier and exercising more. Good timing, buddy.

ladies man

ladies man


Highlight of my week? My new linen cabinet shipped in from Amazon.


not my bathroom

Do you know what this means, people?

It means that while I shower, there will no longer be any people (ahem, Ellen) unrolling toilet paper, putting on “yo-tion” (lotion), or coloring all of my bars of soap with bath crayons. It will all be locked away. Mwah ha ha ha!

Now I am just curious as to what she will come up with after coming to terms with the new found absence of her favorite tools of destruction.

Linking up with Jen – mom of the year.

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  1. says

    The whole FB, how are you feeling, what are you doing…completely annoying…far preferring Twitter these days!

    Moving and end of pregnancy…..super fun…been there done that, don’t miss it. Bless you, woman. Bless you!!

    I say, while Hubs is “eating healthy” you just watch him with a bowl of ice cream and brownie….just a thought. (My honey is tall, lean and athletic build and extremely annoying when he is “worried about his weight”). LOL!!!

    • Jenna says

      Another tall, lean husband. Gr. Aren’t they the worst when you’re pregnant? hehe

      Also, I totally feel you about Twitter. I have to agree!

  2. says

    There are facebook stalkers.
    And there is facebook stalking.
    Facebook stalks EVERYTHING. And it’s getting really annoying. You can’t go anywhere these days or do anything on the computer without facebook in your face screaming at you to SHARE! USE ME! LOVE ME! PAY ATTENTION TO ME!
    It’s like a overly needy child. Geeze!
    Oh, and that lovely white pantry – will probably be colored on with bath crayons. Or real crayons. Or makers. Where there is a will, there will be a way at the hands of small children! {not that I have any – I just know from blog stalking! LOL}

  3. says

    LOOOOOOOOVE #1! And I love Tina’s comment about Facebook being an overly needy child, hahaha.

    I’m currently almost 25 weeks pregnant and my super buff husband has enjoyed telling me how he has lost 6 pounds in the last two weeks and how he is leaning out, blah blah blah. I love him to death, but I have a feeling it will get annoying as I continue getting bigger and bigger. I sympathize with you on that one!

  4. says

    Dude the biting thing, what is it with kids and biting? Last night Sullivan kept saying “I bite you Mommy”. Um no, I don’t think so. It’s very annyoing.

    My Mike actually LOST weight when I was pregnant. The more garlic bread I ate, the more miles he ran then bragged about it. I felt no shame when I would smack him with my body pillow in the middle of the night. He earned it.