It's A Boy!... And Another... And 3 Girls...

My husband and I have been experiencing the joy of pregnancy... third hand... it's been a dog pregnancy. Yes. Motherhood entered my home... via my dog. How do I feel about this you ask? In a noise? "Whew!" Motherhood is nowhere in my near future unless the good Lord decides to pull a terrible prank on me, my husband, and the tiny implant in my arm that wards off any potential diaper changing.

My dear pup entering the realm of maternity has made me think though! I've been completely in awe of the sudden instinctive maturity that Ella, my puppy-momma, established virtually over night! It's made me think about my dear husband and me... Will he one day trade his playstation for a diaper station? His motorcyle-wishes for sanitizing dishes? Will I be okay with trading my play money purchases of shoes and sonic drinks with checkups and pampers? Do we take that leap into undisputed adulthood when the stick says yes or when you hear the cry for the first time? Does the instantaneous growth occur without us even realizing it? I don't know these answers, and I probably won't for a while. But I kinda' look forward to the day when I can look back at this entry and roll my eyes at my complete oblivion. I doubt I'll find it cute and ignorant - I'll probably find it rather humilating. I can see it now: future me, with more grey hair, covered in formula and/or playdough, wearing the same pair of sweats for the 3rd day in a row, discheveled hair, and a profound eye roll and head shake of embarassment that I didn't forsee the obvious "bliss" that comes with children. And right now... I think I'm pretty okay with that. :)

A Spoon Full of Sugar...

To all the Susie Homemakers out there perfecting the art of folding laundry, baking cakes, dusting furniture, recycling, curling your hair, while putting on a roast - I salute you.

My story contains a large lack of the previously mentioned, while containing a few hilarious and comedic failed attempts at such endeavors. Most of which end with a giggling husband, a tear-filled glare, and a vow to 'never try that again,' but there are however, beacons of hope, moments that shine like the china in Martha Stewart's jail cell, and one of those moments occurred patriotically this past Memorial Day weekend.

I, Tamatha, read a recipe, referred to wikipedia only twice for profoundly accurate definitions of tools unbeknownst to me that were mentioned in the recipe, purchased ingredients while making only one phone call to my mother, whom is to blame for my lack of culinary knowledge and memory of Pizza Hut's telephone number, and -- you ready for it?-- baked cupcakes! O, what little a quest you say. Nay. This was quite a feat actually. They were S'MORES Cupcakes, complete with kitchen torch touchups and a strategically placed Hershey's Bar on top. And ladies and gent...(let's be serious, ha) ladies - they turned out perfect...ish! Betty Crocker tipped her bonnet to me ladies. It was seriously, one of my top three proudest moments of my life to date............ how pathetically true.... See for yourself!

So. Cooking - on my list of things I'm going in the right direction in. Laundry... you're next. Bwah ha ha....