party uno.

 we had a mini party for aaron on his birthday...
 ...with many VIP's...
 and special guests...
 ...there were cupcakes...
 ...and singing...and blowing out candles...
 ...a happy two year old...
 ...and a surprise at the bottom of each cupcake...
 ...that the birthday boy enjoyed...
to the best of his ability.  :) 



the first bunny hoho!

this one is in the shop with more to come!
contact me if you want a custom order! :) 


he made us do it.

someone made it impossible to allow him to sleep in his crib any longer and he ended his birthday in his happy new toddler bed.  getting him to stay there tonight may or may not have required me holding the door closed from the other side until he gave up and finally went to bed.   
and here is moses at the same stage (four months older than hoho is now).  getting this one to stay in his new bed took all of me saying "stay in your bed". 
thus proving that two kids, 
parented the same way, 
by the same parents, 
can be completely different.
but equally wonderful. 


we HAVE a two year old!

happy birthday hoho!!
today you are two!!
i know every mom says this but really...didn't we just come home from the hospital with you? 

you are the naughtiest baby i have ever known.  you prowl around looking for things to get into like a predator hunting his prey.  and you are dynamic at it.  your best move is something we call the "bait and switch".  to successfully pull of this maneuver you start by doing naughty thing A...while we are dealing with the havoc of naughty thing run to naughty thing B while we are busy cleaning up A.  we believe that naughty item B is what you really wanted to do in the first place anyway. 

your favorite word is "no". and you will sometimes sing it to us in response to a request like a choir boy practicing scales "no, no, nooooooooooooooo".  

you have to sleep with a onesie on because otherwise you will strip naked.  this has resulted in legendary messes that we didn't know where to start cleaning up. 

you regularly stick things up your nose.  you did this once and we didn't even know it was up there until you sneezed. 
your favorite shows include yo gabba gabba, little bill and olivia.  yes, olivia. 

you are going through a biting phase.  no one is safe.  
you are also the sweetest baby i've ever known.  

as shown above, you are excellent at relaxing...we're pretty sure this is one of your gifted areas.  

you love a good cuddle in the morning...or any time of day really.  you are always good for a hug and a sloppy kiss.  

you adore your daddy.  

we hardly ever get a bad report on you from sunday school or any childcare setting...usually people can't believe how sweet you are.  and you really are.  
you love to color and play play-doh.  you also love legos and any kind of ball.  

you love anything soft or cuddly...also known in our home as "giggles". 

you are our sweet baby boy and we love you so much.  you bring a lot of fun and sunshine into our family and we are so very blessed to be your parents. 

we want you to know that you are loved and that we think you are wonderful.  your sassy sweet personality brings a lot of goodness into our lives.  we want you to know that we pray for you daily...that your walk with Jesus would always bring you closer to Him and never farther away. 

we pray that you grow up as a great friend to your brother and that you always love and enjoy your family who love you and support you.

happy birthday sweet boy!!

love, your mommy

a good day.

 i'm sorry you have already seen these photos...but the story behind the day that these were taken was a fun one that i wanted to document.  winter has been loooooong.  and cold.  we've watched more TV than we are proud of...but with no basement or playroom or ability to go outside it kinda limits what we can do in a day to occupy ourselves.  plus we have had sickness on top of sickness.  each member of the family being kind enough to get well JUST before the next one falls ill. 
 so last week...we had one glorious day of 72 degree weather.  it was heaven sent.  no really.  we celebrated by having chocolate milkshakes for dinner and going to the playground at a school nearby.  we were out there for a long time...a good time...where the boys played hard and ran and ran...that good kind of fun..the kind where both boys were quiet on the ride home because they were so worn out.  it was a really good afternoon.    
 doug and moses played a game that they made up that involved this pine cone.
 i bribed moses with a gumball to do this.  because i thought it was funny.  and it is.
 aaron was a huge fan of the milkshake.  his first ever.  he ran from thing to thing on the playground carrying his little shake, putting it down while he did what he wanted...picking it up and running it to the next thing.  this shirt cracks me up...why does a short sleeved shirt make him look so much bigger? 
 aaron is fearless on the playground.  he will try anything he see's.  he fell through one of those metal bar arch ladder things...bonked his head, looked annoyed, got back up and kept going.  
he's always been a tough kid.  i can't believe he will be two in two days. 
he needs a haircut in this photo...we took care of that tonight.  moses has been a bit of a crazy child lately.  not crazy really, i's just sometimes i really wonder if all of the hearing screenings have been right.  how can this child really have perfect hearing?   please tell me that it is normal to lose count of how many times you have to tell a four year old to do something? 

lucky for him he comes with a good share of funny.  tonight at dinner he informed us that his imaginary friend clark, also goes by garg.  that garg has a baby named happer.  and that his mom is a cat fairy.  

and every single time he (moses not garg)goes to the bathroom...he feels the need to shout.  or sing.  loudly.  it happens often enough that we have dubbed it "bathroom turrets"...

so even though he makes us crazy sometimes...he is pretty wonderful.  please feel free to reassure me that he is a perfectly normal four year old boy. :) 


another version.

 we've been watching a lot of movies lately...and this is what i do. 
 i have some neurological problem that won't just let me sit there and watch a movie. 
i HAVE to feel like i am getting something done.
 so this week it was a boy version of my rainbow blanket.  it's made from super soft yarns...a mix of cotton, wool and bamboo.  all soft and all awesome.
i'm going to put it in the shop right now.  it's a tad bigger than the last one...less ruffled but still perfect for wrapping a sweet bundled baby in...or using as a lap blanket...or being a lovey.  

and my home is pet and smoke free.

and right now, in case you don't follow little bit funky on facebook, can enter coupon code:
HEYPRES20 to get 20% off of your order of anything in the shop. 
the coupon code will be good until friday.
and i''m get aaron off of the kitchen counter for the nth time today.  
and p.s.  my good friends jeremy and aaron over at Enigma photography are giving away an iPad when they reach 2,000 fans on face book.  Click HERE to get to their page and enter for your chance to win. 

will = peace

 i don't mean to keep disappearing for days at a time...i've just been 
preoccupied with life...with trying to figure out God's will for my life...and what that means.  
And how to get information from my head to my heart.
 i can tell you that i know that i know, that i want HIS will for my life.  i want HIS path.  i want to make the choices that HE would have me make.  i want to do what HE wants me to do.  whatever that is.  the trouble i am having, is finding that will.  i seek and do all i can.  i pray.  and read my Bible.  and seek wise council.  i know that i want HIS will.  i am learning how to find it.
 i have had many interactions with people about this very topic.  and have learned that you either get someone who will listen and offer prayer...OR you get someone who offers you "justs" know...just believe, just pray, just read, just know.  just.  just.  just.  well, let me tell you...if i could "just" i would have by now.  and i don't think that JUST is the answer.  as i fell asleep last night, thinking about the choices and decisions to make in my life right now...i wondered...why can it all JUST happen at once...and i got this word picture in my head. 

imagine you are at a beautiful banquet.  you are wearing your best good clothes.  your kids are at a good, free sitter.  your honey is with you.  you have taken your time to get ready and be present at the meal you are about to have.  the only catch is that you get ONE bite at a time.  you are given wonderful delicious, mouth watering food.  one.  bite.  at a time.  and you only get one bite every couple of minutes.  in between bites you are expected to study that savor study get to know it that you can really enjoy it.  you cannot rush it.  the bites come when they have no control over when they do.  all you can control is how react to the much to pay attention to much you learn from it and enjoy it.   you leave happy, content and at peace...closing your eyes every so often to remember a particular bite like an old friend.

now imagine the same banquet.  only you are wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants.  you haven't taken a shower or washed your hair.  you were hurried out the door...unsure of your sitter but you HAD to leave.  you get the same mouth watering, glorious food.  only you have to eat it AS FAST as you can.  no time to drink or taste or enjoy.  you have to eat quickly before it is taken away.  hurry, hurry hurry.  you choke a little, you are messy and frazzled.  you leave feeling fat and bloated and you just want to throw up to relieve your uncomfortable stomach.
i have had both of the meals.  less of the former lately.  but there are days when i can remember a certain meal with my the house of blues in NC...I think there was some teeny bopper concert going on there(justin beiber??)...we had to wait forever but it didn't matter because we didn't have kids yet...we enjoyed the moments we spent waiting for our table to be ready...looking at the artwork...talking...enjoying each moment together.  and we had a shrimp dish that night that i can still taste to this day.  

i don't have many memories of the hurry up and eat meals.  when i do remember them, i usually cringe from the stress that i can remember from them but the good ones always bring me peace.

today, don't make fun of me, for fun i googled "how to follow God's will for my life".  and i read through some of the links...mostly Bible study types but one thing struck me.  peace. 

God's will for you is always accompanied by His peace.  His way is peaceful.  His path is peaceful.  He does not want stress for me...or you...He wants us to slow take small bites of His will and learn from memorize them.  we aren't built to handle life all at once.  if we try it that way we are not asking for peace...we are kicking and screaming for our way.  we want it all and we want it now.  and "all, now" means stress, pressure, sadness, problems.  His way leads to peace and goodness.  
and i want peace and goodness.  

“‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declared the Lord,
‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, 
plans to give you hope and a future’” (Jeremiah 29:11). 

what i wish num 19.

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I wish I could write this story on my own blog because I feel it is important, however the pain for my family is too fresh so I will openly share it here, but for now details won't be discussed on my own blog.  I want to tell you all that I have 4 wonderful, amazing, and loving children.  However one of them I did not give birth to.  In fact she has only been living with us for a little over a year.  However I am related to her.  She is 11 years old and she is my half-sister.  I am her legal guardian.  I want to tell you that her story is not pretty.  It is one of intense pain.  My baby sister was the victim of sexual abuse.  Her abuser was her own step father.  I know that doesn't sound like a uncommon story, but her story is a little different than most.  You see, she told someone.  She told her best friend and that brave little girl told her mommy and her mommy called my sister's dad.  After that the police got involved right away and within 24 hours my sister was removed from the home and sent to her dads house.  The next day we were trying to get all of our kids to their games and parties and such when I got a phone call.  It was also Halloween.  I was in shock.  We found friends to watch our own kids and we drove 2 towns over to the department of children's services to be with her.  When we got there we found out that her stepfather had just been arrested as he confessed to his crime and they had it on recording.  I haven't even gotten to the worse part of our story.  Our mother was there.  She was in another room.  The case worker pulled me aside and informed me that our mother was in complete denial and she had decided to support her husband even after his confession.  She still supports him today having almost no contact with us.  The case worker also informed me that she needed to find a safe place for my sister and that her dad was not suitable because he is not in the best health so we may be the only option.  Of course we said yes.  I want to tell you that as soon as she was out of that bad place that everything was great, but I can't.  I will fast forward to the present.  It has been over a year since that horrible day.  My sisters step father opted to a jury trial that involved getting my sister on the stand within 2 feet of him to testify to what he had done to her.  Several of the jury members were in tears.  I want to tell you how brave she was and how my heart broke for her while she was curled up on the floor of the witness room sick at her stomach from the thought of being anywhere near him.  I want to tell you that he was sentenced to 20 years in prison after being found guilty of his crime with no chance of parole.  I want you to know that does NOT erase the pain of what he has done to our family.  If you think that my sweet sister was the only victim here, you are wrong.  Myself, my husband, and my own children are also victims.  I want you to understand that this has been a VERY hard year on my family and at times I wanted to give up.  I would be lying if I said I didn't.  I am sure that some might wonder why I would want to tell my story.  I tell it because I want you to know that one of the best ways to prevent child abuse is to educate our children.  If you think that this can't happen to your family then you are wrong.  It can happen to anyone no matter where you live or how much money you have.  It doesn't have to involve a step parent either.  The statistics for children of abuse are not good.  I pray every day that we are doing the right things for my sister to keep her from continuing to be a statistic.  Girls who are sexually abused are 25% more likely to become pregnant as teenagers.  About 30% of abused children will continue the cycle by abusing their own children.  You can read these and more statistic here .   I want to you to know that you can play a huge role in protecting your own children from abuse.  Last I want to tell you that I am not this great and wonderful person for taking my sister in.  I have lost count of how many of our friends and family have told us that, but we didn't take her in so that people would say nice things about us.  We did it out of love.  We love my sister as we love our own children.  I hate what she has been through, but it happened and I have to believe that God sent us all through this storm for a reason and my hope is in Him.

  She was OK with not being anonymous. :) Go say hi and encourage her. :)

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i'll take one please.

i just ADORE this print from modmemento.  it serves as a great reminder for me during this crazy waiting period we are going through.  because really, wherever my honey is, is where i want to be. 

you can get the print in the modmemento shop HERE.   
she will customize it to any colors of your choice...i am thinking i want want similar to the example here...with just a kick more brightness. :) 


true love.

(you can pull it and print it). :)

never a dull moment.

 hoho's wonderful post-nap bed head. 
a few funnies from our life lately:
the scene: doug is reading a valentine out loud that moses got from his aunt and uncle:

doug: "...we can't wait to see you. love, uncle brian, aunt alli, kyleigh blake and peter."

moses: arrrrgh. i hate peter.
funny because there is no peter. doug just added him in there.
dinner convo (as we are waiting to hear some big news)*
doug: moses, is (this big thing going to happen)*?
moses: yes, it is.
crystal: honey, he's not a prophet.
doug: ummmm, his name is moses. he has a direct line.
* i hope to share the big news soon.  i just don't feel like i am supposed to yet.  
but beleive me i *cannot* wait.  
you will be amazed if it continues to unfold as it has so far. 
me: moses hurry up and get dressed or I will pinch your buns. 
moses: those aren't buns. they are two tiny backpacks.
aaron loves these glasses...they are only twice the size of his head. :)


rookie mistake.

this is my wonderful moses.  or mimi.  or the meemer.  mojito.  mighty mo. 
he is funny.  and wonderful.  and he is growing up too fast.  
but that is neither here nor there for this post.  

above he is wearing his favorite ever pants.  his "can i wear these again tomorrow?" pants.  the pants he sheds a tear for when i tell him i HAVE to wash them.  his "astronaut" pants.  whatever that means.  he loves these pants. 

i hate these pants.  these skinny jeans.  that he almost always pairs with a black shirt.  
making him an adorable little four year old emo, i admit.  these pants that aaron can wear, easily.   

i am not a mom who cares what my kids wear.  they are boys, it's easy.  jeans, khakis and shirts.  they pick.  all i have to do is to make sure there aren't shorts (that he will insist on wearing) in his drawer in january and it's really all good.  oh, and i pick out and buy all their clothes.  so there is that.  i stock the drawers with what i like.
back in the fall moses was not quite big enough for a 5t and too big for a 4t.  i was looking for a 5 slim, saw the 5 skinny and thought "how different could they be...probably the same thing, right?". 

not right.   

and of course.  these are the pants that he loves.  the skinny jeans.  the chock full of skinny emo jeans.  the jeans that i have yet to see any male wearing and think "oh, that DOES look good".  sorry, no. 
the jeans that i have seen him LAY DOWN TO BUTTON. 

lesson learned.  skinny does not equal slim.
on the subject of pants.  he's grown a lot.  and running low.  we went into the gap to see if we could find some deals.  every few seconds we heard "hey dad/mom, look at me" and we would turn to see him holding hands with a mannequin.  he would try to make this face like "what, no big deal, just holding this persons hand".  it cracked us up.  he's funny. 

and we got some great size 6 jeans.  6 SLIM.  


what i wish num 18.

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"What I wish I could tell you is that my divorce is killing me. I have been separated from my husband for 7 months. He is controlling and can be verbally abusive. He agreed to sign dissolution papers and now he is refusing to sign them because he feels that he should be compensated for our house, which happens to be my deceased grandmothers house.

There are some days where I feel like I can't handle life. I love my son very much and if it weren't for him I can honestly say I don't know how I would go on. I can face the fact that my marriage is over, but he won't leave me alone. He parties every weekend but makes sure I am home. He will only get our son if we are getting along. If he is mad at me he won't get him. I worry everyday that he will go to daycare and pick him up and take him to spite me. I have to worry every week if he is going to get him on his day, which is only on friday's at his request. It makes me sick to have to text him and ask him if he is going to be getting his son or not. Between the texts calling me names and the constant worry....I feel like I just can't take one more more stress...or I'm going to break down. I can get through the day to day tasks like working and grocery shopping or being around close friends. I can't handle going to any kind of get together where there are lots of people. I feel like I'm going to lose it....I feel like crying on those days. I am best when my son and I can just sit in our house and be together...left alone.

I hate it that there are times when I break down in front of my son. He is two and he will come over to me and ask me "ok mommy?" and it kills me even more. I hate it. I hate this person my husband is turning me into, but I don't know how to get a grip on myself. How to pull myself back.

It has taken me 12 years to realize how controlling that my husband can be. Although this isn't what I ultimately is what is best. I do still second guess my decisions though. I wonder if things really weren't that bad. Maybe it was all my fault. I wish that we could be happily married but I know now that that is not going to happen between us. I hate that I have to get a lawyer to get a divorce and fight to keep myself and my son in our home because he insists on torturing me for not taking his crap. I am scared out of my  mind for change. I'm scared I will never meet someone else. I'm 30....I want to have another child and I feel like that has been ripped from me because of him. What if I never meet someone else. I will never get to have another child. What if I have to sell our house to give him his share? What will I do? I just can't take it. I do have an appointment with an attorney on Thursday, could you pray for me that it goes well?

To my husband: It is time for you to let me go. You don't want to be married to me, you have chosen what you want and prove it to me every weekend since you left. I will not sit here and be at your beck and call. You can fight me all you want...I will fight back. I hate you for what you are doing to me and our son. Grow up and be a man for once in your life."

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caramel heaven.

 this is my friend lauren's caramel popcorn recipe.   i would like to tell you that i wasn't able to rewrite it from memory because i have made it more times than i can count since she posted it on her blog.  but that would be a lie.  i would also like to say that writing up this most didn't make me want to head to the kitchen to make more.  but that would be a lie too. 

do me a favor?  make this today.  you won't regret it. 

 caramel popcorn
 3 bags of microwave popcorn
2 sticks butter; 
2 cups brown sugar; 
1/2 cup light corn syrup (Karo); 
1/2 tsp baking soda; 1 tsp salt; 1 tsp vanilla

pop popcorn and put it in a large roasting pan.
preheat over to 225.
melt butter on medium heat.  add karo, salt and brown sugar.
stir constantly and bring to a boil. 
then leave it untouched for 5 minutes. 
this part freaked me out the most...i was sure it would stick to the pan/burn on the bottom/ did none of those things.
remove from heat.  add baking soda and vanilla.  stir it up until it is all blended and caramelly.  

once it is all well mixed together...pour it kind of evenly over your popcorn.  don't worry if everything is not will get there. 
put it in the oven for an hour.  every fifteen minutes get it out and stir it up. 

perfect for your valentine. :)

somewhere over the rainbow.

 if this was a knitted blanket i would deem it my "nervous knitting".  but since it isn't...i can only think of "crazy woman crocheting until she learns to be a better waiter on the Lord".  and that just doesn't have the same ring to it.
 let's just say that in time where i need to keep my hands busy to keep my 
mind from racing...this is what i have been working on. 
as i finished up this blanket for my best friends baby girl...the image of a 
sweet rainbow round came to my mind immediately. 
(and give me a break for having buzz model it.  i have boys and the only 
doll in the house was asleep with aaron when i needed him.)
 and even though i only learned to crochet a couple of months turned out exactly as i imagined.
 it's made from a mix of cotton, wool and bamboo.  all soft, all cozy, all warm.  all good quality yarns, i have a serious dislike of the cheapy stuff.  
 i can just imagine a sweet little newborn wrapped up snug in it.
 even the "wrong" side is lovely.
 at 30in across, it is a perfect size for wrapping a little using it for a lap blanket in the 
car seat and having a little one need to carry it everywhere.
 it comes from a smoke and pet free house and would make a PERFECT shower gift.  
a keepsake for sure.
i will be putting it in the shop eventually...but if you would like to claim it before it gets there, just send me an email (ricracandpompoms at  

the cost is $65 plus shipping. 


for you.

this should be formatted to print nicely at an 8 by 10.  
it's adorable in a frame hung in the bathroom. 
you can drag it to the desk top and add it to a word document to print it out. :)

happy tuesday! : )
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