Shaunna Faye

Friday, April 29, 2011

Martha's First Birthday

What a wonderful first birthday party Martha had! So many people came and ate and played. I'm so glad we were able to have the party at my parent's house because this number of people would have been a tight squeeze at ours.

I can't wait for more babies and more pictures like this:

And look at how happy she was to get this bunny...which I'm sure she thought was a dog. And she's probably barking in this picture.

Monday, April 25, 2011


I love pieces of furniture that look like they could fall apart at any second.

And this fan collection?! SUCH a unique look, and I love how they're displayed here.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Oh, don't mind me...

Oh, don't mind me...I'm just posting these wonderful/beautiful/amazing things on here so I will have a reference for what I want in my next home. Because, ya know, some day I'll be rich and will be able to afford these things. Ha!

Farmhouse sink, country-ish style, love the green color, glass front cabinets.

I die for pocket doors. And these are especially lovely being that they're glass and leading into the pantry.

I love the wide front steps. I don't know why.

A shower without a door. It's a shower cleaners dream! Really, I just love the openness of it all. Not being all cramped in a little, dark shower. Either of these would do...

Or if I really want to get crazy, I could basically have a whole shower room like this. This is something I definitely would not want to clean on my own though. It'd take like an hour. No, thanks.

This is all I'll post right now. But later I'll get into pools, decor, patios/decks, and much more. Oh, I know you're excited.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Tina Fey

Tina Fey is hilarious and awesome and she just wrote a book called Bossypants. She wrote a "Lords Prayer" type of thing for her daughter that is so funny.

Here it is...

First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her
When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels.

What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.

“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.


Birthday Girl

April 18, 2010 and April 18, 2011

My tiny, little, itty bitty baby is 1 year old today. Not so much a "baby" anymore. This year has been the absolute best year ever. It's crazy how much they grow in the first year. She started out not being able to say or do anything. Now she has her favorite phrase "What's that?" and she can walk behind her shopping cart all over the house.

She really is the best.

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

April is insane.

The month of April is just nuts. There's something going on all the time.

Chris mentioned to me this morning that my birthday is tomorrow. "Oh yeah. I forgot." Ha ha. We never do anything on my actual birthday, EVER, so the 7th doesn't really mean much to me other than that I will technically be 28 years old.

We're leaving Martha with my parents on Friday night while we go to Braves opening day and then we leave eeeeeeeearly Saturday morning to drive to Orlando for my friend Tiffany's wedding. We'll be down there until Monday.

I can't believe I'm leaving Martha for 3 nights! I've never done more than 1 night before. This is just crazy. I'm sure we'll hurry back on Monday before I go completely insane from missing her. And I'm 100% positive that I'll watch videos of her on my phone the whole weekend.

So, that's this weekend. Next weekend is Martha's birthday party. Chris's mom is coming in town that Friday. I'll be doing party prep on Saturday, then the party is Sunday afternoon at my parent's house. I'm still in disbelief that she will be 1.

Speaking of Martha growing up...
She's CONSTANTLY saying "Who's that" now and pointing to anything that's near her.
And I don't know how she became so obsessed with dogs, but she looooves them. She even barks. And I will tell you...the accent she has when saying the word "dog" is probably the cutest southern accent you'll ever hear. Definitely more of "dawg" than "dog." I'm ok with that.

Here's proof: