This is your brain...

You remember those anti-drug commercials from the 80's? You know the ones...the egg sizzling in the frying pan...the voiceover that tells you this is your brain on drugs. I'm not sure exactly what a frying egg has to do with drugs, but I remember thinking, "Wow. Drugs are bad...mmm'kay?"

On to my point...Mickey is bad, mmm'kay? This is what a normal Drakers looks like:

And this is what a Drakers looks like with his brain on Mickey:

Note the glossed over eyes, the mouth slightly agape, the dribble of spit on his chin? Mickey will fry your brain...you have been warned.

New Favorite

I may have been a bit preemptive when I said that Drake's favorite dancing tune was Sublime's Date Rape song. Lately he's been really fond of that Burger King Spongebob Squarepant's rip-off of Sir Mix-a-lot's Baby Got Back. Here's some video (hopefully) of Drake dancing to it...I apologize for holding the camera the wrong way. Apparently I thought I could rotate it but unless I buy the software, this is what you get.

Is it wrong...

Is it so wrong that my son's favorite song to dance to is Sublime's Date Rape song? I mean, it does have a moral to the story so it can't be all bad right?


On another note, I've been working on nursery art for my graphic business. I've created this custom silhouette that reminds me of lazy summers. It can be customized with any background color, any name(s), and any options of children (two boys, two girls, one of each or just one). Check it out when you have a chance.


Let me know if you have any suggestions, too, for more nursery art. I really enjoy creating it and love getting feedback.

Not quite ready...

By the sixth month last pregnancy, I had Drake's nursery ready, complete with Dr. Seuss mural. I had bedding purchased, newly washed, and placed lovingly in his crib. I had his room dusted, swept, and mopped. His tiny clothes were lovingly washed in Tide Free & Clear, and placed on hangers or put away in his dressers. His clothes that he would have to grow into first were organized into his dresser drawers hidden in his closet. His bassinet was waiting by our bedside and our hospital bag was packed by the end of the seventh month.


This time around? I'm 37 weeks along (read: full-term, ready to pop) and the baby's room is a mess. His clothes, some of them at any rate, have been dragged up in a plastic tote from the basement in preparation for wearing. They're still sitting in the box, but it has made it's way into his room. The curtains, including the hanging hardware, are on the floor, waiting to be hung. His nursery art is propped against a wall, waiting to be hung. His crib lies in pieces in the living room upstairs. His mattress is leaning against another wall in the hallway upstairs. His bedding is still in its original package, unwashed. His new clothes, including several great things from my favorite etsy stores, are unwashed and lying in heaps spread throughout. His bassinet is in storage somewhere downstairs, as well as the other various things I'll need again for a newborn. His carseat is even downstairs. I'm pretty sure the hospital won't let us take him home without that particular piece of baby equipment. Oh, man. I'm WAY behind.


I know it's a cliche to say your second is different, but wow, I'm really living proof of the truth of it all. It's not that I'm not excited about my little guy. I am. Really. But I don't have much time, nor energy, to get things ready. I know he'll survive just fine if all his clothes aren't categorized by size and season and laid lovingly out.


It would be nice, however, to finish his room. I'll get to that tomorrow, hopefully, during day 2 of my maternity leave. (Mad props by the way to my brother who single-handedly wainscotted the nursery, my mom who primered the room, and my hubby who painted the top colors, yellow and blue.)

Happy (belated) Easter

Easter really isn't something we celebrate as a family. We're not overtly religious around my house (never have been). If anything, I'd say we're spiritual, though dovetailing my beliefs into any one title is certainly problematic. Anyway, I always look forward to Easter because we travel to Lake of the Ozarks with our family to stay for an extended weekend. Even though it's only three hours away and three days, it really feels like such an escape from the everyday bustle of my life. It was really relaxing.
It was the first Easter that my son was mobile too. Last year he was barely four months old, so this time around it was great. We did some Easter egg hunting. My son was spoiled, as usual. He got no less than four Easter baskets and two packages. He loved it all. Check out the flickr account to see some more cuteness of the Bugs.

Inaugural Post - a transition

So I guess I should start with an introduction. I'm Amy Proffitt and this is my blog. Exciting, no? I've done journals/blogs in the past, both old school pen to paper, and the newer online versions, but I've never had any luck keeping them up to date. But I guess it's a good thing that I've set the bar so low for me this time around. No expectations, woohoo!

I first wanted to create a blog well over a year ago when my first son was born to keep family up to date with him. He has a lot of family that's displaced all over the States so I thought it would be a nice way to let them a peek into his life. Since that time I've realized that 1) having a child is very time-consuming and 2) I just wasn't that motivated.

So why the change now? Here I am, sitting 9 months pregnant, awaiting the birth of my second son. How could I possibly think I'll have more free time? To be honest, I don't buy into the hype, but don't let me know that...it'll be devastating to my ambitious drive. But one thing has changed. I am officially quitting my job and going to stay home with my sons. I'm an architect by trade and nature (I've known that I wanted to be one since fourth grade) but I'm really looking forward to staying home with my little men. I feel really blessed and grateful that I'm going to be able to do this. My life is absolutely wonderful (thus my clever title of a proffittable life; I know, you're wowed, right?) and I want a chance to share this with you. That and I really just want a creative outlet to tell my stories about my boys, my life, and my side business of graphic design