ix-cyting randomness

Can you say "ix-cyted"?

I made that up, but I'm rolling with it!

So I've been contemplating what I should blog about for about 5 days now. While I think about blogging, I feel guilty for not blogging. I hope that in the days to come I can get better about it. It's like once I blog, I find inspiration in daily life to write about. But then suddenly stop because life gets busy.

Finally, I've picked a topic and I'm going to run with it. Today's randomness is going to be about all the things that are ix-cyting around here. Let's stick with bulletpoints because, well, it's easy. So go ahead, fill up your cuppa and settle in. I've got a lot to say.

• I am so ix-cyted about the birth of my baby (suppose to be) niece. Sherry's less than a week from her due date, and I've weaseled my way into watching this baby girl's birth. I recently asked a group of girlfriends if they watched their own deliveries and unanimously the answer was "no". Watching Sherry deliver my own son has to be the most beautiful thing I've ever witnessed. To watch this small life enter the world and take it's first breath (while it's takes it audience's away) is too beautiful for words to describe. Witnessing a baby's birth was unlike anything I've ever imagined. And I get to see it happen all over again! I've promised to be the greatest notetaker and photographer in exchange for a seat to perhaps the most beautiful occasion there ever was. I say weaseled my way in, but it was hardly a discussion. Thanks Sherry and Todd! Yeah!!

• My high school friend, Melani is about to become a mama for the first time tomorrow. Like myself, Melani was blessed with the beautiful experience of having a gestational carrier to bring her child into this world. I am ix-cyted for her to witness what awaits for her as she watches her child enter this world. I'm also ix-cyted when I think about her experience of this part of her journey ending and another awaiting to start. She's waited far too long to be called Mom. But I know that because of the wait and the pain that comes with longing for a child, there comes an extraordinary mother.

• Snow. We have enough of it. But I'm no longer complaining of winter because I know our snowiest month is about to begin. We're hardly done with shoveling, dirty cars, shoveling, sledding, shoveling, and shoveling. I'm ix-cyted because I know what follows the snow. SPRING! And with spring comes a whole new wardrobe. The wardrobe that's been hiding in the back of my closet since September. I get ix-cyted when the spring catalogs come showing off bare legs, arms and feet. I am so ix-cyted for flip-flops to return. I swear to you I am going from wearing my favorite socks--Smartwool's knee-highs, to flip flops. I will wear them until April and then bring out the flips! I look forward to sunkissed legs, arms and cheeks.

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• I'm trying two new recipes this weekend that I am ix-cyted to test out on my friends. One is a red pepper artichoke dip (can't decide if we are going to have it cold or hot) and the other is an avocado pomegranate salsa. They are both sure to please, and I'll share the recipes with you in another posting this coming week. (See, already preparing for another blog post. I'm a planner!)

• These recipes are being served at my purse party tomorrow. Have you ever heard of 1154 LILL STUDIO? We'll it's just about the best couple of hours that you can spend with some girlfriends, food and wine. Shelley, my favorite rep, brings about two dozen purses along with oodles of fabric swatches. Then you spend time designing your own purse and help your friends make decisions about their bag too. It's just too fun and ix-cying to miss. If you live close and want to stop by, email me.

• You know what else is ix-cyting? My friend Suzanne's Must Have Moxie Silverado Bling. Her Silverado line is beautiful, elegant, and the best gift that keeps on giving. My personal favorite must have in my wardrobe are the Bling Earrings . These little drops of heaven make even sweats look dressy, and also serve as a great piece to wear with any outfit. It's a given that at any given Wednesday play date at least three or four of us will be sporting the bling. Now, not only is Suzanne beautiful and smart (to say the least) but she's also generous. She giving away an out of this world bead. Become a Facebook fan of Must Have Moxie and enter a comment on her blog for your chance to win.

• Scott and I had a date night last weekend that was super romantic and secretly planned by him just for the two of us. What is more ix-cyting that time away and alone with your husband. No interruptions, no children, no clock-watching, and no babysitter to pay thanks to my sis. Thanks Brooke! Two of my most favorite (mentionable ;) parts of the evening were dinner and my time alone at the spa. My hub schedule me for a super long massage where I spent three hours relaxing and rejuvenating myself before and after the massage at the spa. Dinner was awesome because it was late in the evening (I thought I was twenty-something and single again going out so late) and consisted of a really great bottle of wine and small plates.

• We enrolled Henry in swimming lessons 7 weeks ago and he's quite the little water bug. It's ix-cyting when my kids show me that they can do things on their own and hit a milestone. Now, I wouldn't throw him in the middle of the lake and tell him to swim to shore. Although I am confident that he'd try his hardest :) However, if I dropped him and his dad in the middle of the lake along with a noodle (or two), I know they'd both make it back. Swimming is all Henry wants to do this week and needless to say, we've spent several hours in the water. It's been fun to watch him succeed and be so proud of his work. We put him in another session of lessons, so I look forward to seeing how much he progresses in the next seven weeks.

• We've been ix-cyted as Harrison's vocabulary grows and he uses more words than whines. Now he's far from being fluent, but when he tries his hardest to say sock and shoes how can I not take him somewhere? Or when we are at Target and he looks at me and says "bubbles?" How can I not buy him bubbles! Or when he stands at the back patio door and sings "Day Dee. Day Dee. Day Dee." How can my neighbor Stacey not peek out her window and wave to him?

Alright that's it! Lots of fun stuff going on as we patiently wait to get outside in our flip flops and blow some of those bubbles! Hope you are finding lots of things to be ix-cyted about too! Remember to come back for some ix-cyting recipes!