House Crashing: MO Style

As promised last week, here’s a quick recap of our recent Florida house crash, MO style.  MO has been a frequent blog bomber here on Bunches of Joy (see more on MO here, here, and here), but this time we got to invade his space; his new digs by the beach to be more exact . . .


In fairness, MO’s new digs are a rental and came with some of what you’re about to see (like the valance and letters above).  So not all of this is exactly MO’s taste.  Moving on . . . 

MO is the consummate host–he had lunch prepared for us upon arrival (granted, it was a true bachelor meal of turkey burgers with only McDonald’s ketchup packets as the available condiments, but I must say–it was delicious and much, much appreciated).


He also did a great job entertaining Mini B . . . with kisses, hopping, and apple sauce.





His entertainment for Mr. Squishy was somewhat, er, less appropriate . . .


Oh well.  Luckily Aunt Doodles spared him 🙂 . . .


While MO was entertaining the kids, I had a chance to snoop poke around and get some shots of his little bachelor pad.



It’s quite the beach-ready place.


The best part was the upstairs deck, complete with a picnic table that MO built himself!  Color me impressed.



The pictures don’t do that table justice–it’s HUGE.  Could easily fit 8 people.  Maybe on his next trip to Buffalo he can whittle us a new table?  Mini B would be much obliged.


All in all, it was a short visit, but a great one.  Thanks again for all your hospitality MO!  Oh, and points to anyone who can guess what his home is built of?


Any guesses?  Brick?  Wood?  Fairy Dust?


Seashells!!!!  Ha.  Thanks again MO!  Next time we’re going to drop Mini B off for a long weekend . . . sound good?!  Chickie Chickie Yeah!!!!!



Mini Bunches: 10 Months

Two posts in one week?!?!  That’s just crazy talk.  So call me crazy.  Earlier this week you got to see what Mini B was up to during her ninth month of life.  Now, let’s take a look at what she was up to during her 10th month.


One major change should be immediately obvious . . . hair!  She’s finally sporting a little more on top.  Still not enough to overcome being called a boy by strangers each and every time we go out, but we’re getting there.

And just like my last couple monthly updates, here’s a rundown of what our Mini Bunches was up to during her 10th month:

The month started out with Mini B’s first trip to Springdale Farm (which you may remember from our goat hoax).  Of course, we may have to reconsider that whole gettin-a-goat thing . . .



Mini B is obsessed with tags.  And what’s amazing is that she knows the fake tags (like those on Taggies toys) from the real tags with words on them.  Not sure what it is about tags, but maybe it’s genetic?  I may or may not have had a similar obsession as a wee one.


Her other big obsession?  Our iPhones.  She has a lot of people to talk to ya’ know.



Mini B celebrated her first St. Patrick’s Day.  Hollah!


And she also continued practicing for her American Idol audition.



She took a break from exercising her pipes in order to take her first trip to the local children’s museum (Explore & More in East Aurora).



Oh, did I mention that she learned to read?  Sunday mornings are her favorite . . .



Mini B celebrated her first Easter.


It was short lived.


She also found her voice . . . this picture needs her added soundtrack of squeals and shrieks.


And then of course Mini B continued to rack up her frequent flyer miles with a trip to Florida where she got some qt with Mr. Squishy . . .


And they got along well except for one ill-fated fight over a water bottle.  Room full of toys and these two want the water bottle . . .


Not only did Mini B get quality time with Mr. S, but she also got to see some friends from NY who were also enjoying a little fun in the sun.  Yep, Mr. & Mrs. Rockstar were rockin’ out with their own little fam . . .


And guess who else made an appearance . . . chickie chickie yeah!


Living the Florida life.  Not too shabby, eh?



“The ocean is big.”  Those were his exact words.


We had a great time with Mr. S, Uncle J, and Aunt Doodles–thanks guys!







I seriously can’t get enough of these two.



Once we wrapped things up on Amelia Island, it was time to head to New Smyrna Beach to visit Mini B’s other little cousin . . . but first, a stop at MO’s place (more on that next week):


After a quick visit, it was time to move on.  Of course, with two babies in the car, we pretty much took the tortoise route.  When one baby slept, the other one cried.  Awesome.  Apparently we forgot to tell the kiddos that we were on vacation.  But either way, we made it and look who was ready for the paparazzi . . .



She showed the new kids on the block how beach time is done.



The first time touching the Atlantic Ocean for both of them . . .







Mini B was lucky enough to celebrate her 10 month birthday with her two littlest cousins.  Such fun!







Before we returned home, we took one last early morning walk on the beach.  Sigh.  Sleepy little beach town–how we love you!







So there you have it.  Her 10th month.  St. Patrick’s Day, Easter, Florida, cousins, sun, sand, and surf.  Good times.


Wedding Crasher

I’m not sure how it happened, but Mini B has officially become a wedding crasher.  Her dad is so proud.  But let’s not get ahead of ourselves–how about we start at the beginning?  First up–Mini B’s first plane ride.  Gone are the days of us traveling light, huh?

She was great in the airport . . .

But that slumber didn’t last long–she was wide awake by the time we boarded our flight to Philly . . .

And even though we were prepared for disaster (I had steeled myself to be those parents with the screaming baby who receive one of two looks from the other passengers: 1) the look of total sympathy; or 2) the look of death), she actually did wonderfully.  She was wide awake the whole time, but overall pretty content.  Mr. Bunches and I breathed a collective sigh of relief for that one.

Once we got to Philly, we were starving.  And what do you eat in Philly?!  Why, cheese steaks of course!  So off to Geno’s we headed . . .

Now, I had a Philly cheese steak once back in high school on a rowing trip to Philly, but for the life of me I can’t remember where it was from.  But I have a vivid memory of it being surprisingly good.  And Mr. Bunches assured me that this one was the BEST (the best, Jerry, the best).

And let’s face it–I was famished.  So I polished off an entire cheese steak in less than 2 minutes.  Ugh–I’m cringing right now at the memory of it all.

Good thing Mini B was sound asleep and therefore got to miss the carnage.  Was it the best cheese steak ever?  No.  Hardly.  But it was food.  And I was hungry.  Therefore, mission accomplished.  Once our bellies were filled with grease and “steak” (I mean, let’s be honest–that’s no Grade A beef or anything), we headed off to introduce Mini B to the “Loop,” aka Mr. Bunches’ college buddies . . .

Of course, she didn’t really seem to take that much interest in the conversation . . .

Ahh well.  After that it was time to take Mini B to her first hotel.  The Hilton Garden Inn.  Now, we had asked for a crib in the room, but we already knew we weren’t going to use it.  Nope, not for our high-maintenance Mini B.  No sirree.  We had to instead bring her “Pink Palace” from home for her to sleep in . . .

And there she is in all her glory.

See, in preparation for this trip I had attempted to wean her off the Pink Palace (which is actually the Nap Nanny), but it didn’t work (and I suffered 30 sleepless hours for my failed attempt).  So the Pink Palace came with us–stuffed in a suitcase.  But it was basically a lifesaver, so it was worth it.

Why was it a lifesaver?  Well, let’s just put it this way–Mini B gave us her longest sleep ever on our trip.  8 uninterrupted hours of pure bliss.  We seriously contemplated moving into that Hilton Garden Inn for good . . . isn’t it amazing how important sleep becomes when you have a kid?  But anyways, back to the long, drawn out story of our trip (C’mon–you’re loving the play-by-play, right?).

On Saturday we decided to hit up Mr. B’s alma mater: Villanova.

She was loving being shown around by her proud papa . . .

Of course, being the idiots we are, we thought that school hadn’t started yet since there weren’t any students around.  But then we saw a few students and they informed us that it was just too early for people to be up, but school had in fact started the previous week.  It was 11:30 AM on Saturday.  Apparently that’s “too early” for people to be awake . . . oh, to be in college again.  Sigh.

We wanted to get Mini B a little souvenir of her trip, so we headed to the bookstore.

But it was CLOSED.  Seriously?!  Closed for the entire Labor Day weekend–whoever heard of such a thing?  So maybe next time Mini B . . .

After our excursion, it was time to get ready for the main event: the WEDDING!  Mini B took a power nap (3 hours–basically her best nap EVER.  Again, we were seriously considering moving into that Hilton) and then put on her party dress and headed out.

Of course, she ended up waiting until we got there to give us a little surprise . . . no worries, though, that just meant a quick diaper change in the car.  We’re actually getting pretty good at that maneuver.

Once she was all cleaned up, we passed her off to our babysitter (thanks Auntie Kar-Kar!) and we headed to the ceremony.  It was really beautiful–held at the Stone Barn in Kennett Square, PA, the ceremony was just perfect.  I’ll let the pictures do the talking . . .

See what I mean?  Sigh.  Thank you, thank you Leah & Derek for inviting us to be a part of your day!

Well, after the serious stuff was taken care of, it was time to get our party on, and that’s when it became official: Mini B crashed the wedding!

She just had to get in there and see what all the fuss was about.  Plus, they had bacon-wrapped scallops.  And if there’s one thing Mini B loves–it’s bacon-wrapped scallops ;).

Seriously, though, she had a great time meeting some of the guests, being reacquainted with the “Loop” and also giving her congratulations to Leah & Derek.  There also may have been a few celebrities in attendance that may or may not have been slightly enamored with our little peanut . . . but we’ve got to keep those details on the DL.  Sorry! 🙂

Unfortunately Mini B was not the best dressed in attendance . . .

Sorry Ian–I just had to do it.  It was THAT good.

It was a great time, and once Mini B made her rounds, it was back to Auntie Kar-Kar so that the Mr. and I could enjoy our night out along with everyone else.

There was a fair amount of hoopla, including Derek’s initiation into the Loop . . .

Which basically was the start of things going a bit downhill (this last one is from the after party) . . .

Oh, and just because I thought they were great, here are a couple shots of their wedding cakes (yes–they had three!) . . .

After all the hoopla, we spent a quiet night back at the Hilton Garden Inn (aka our favorite place ever since it somehow put that magic spell on Mini B and got her to sleep extra long) and awoke only slightly hung over . . .

But no worries–we rallied.

Mini B even did a little more hanging out with her new friends . . .

But then it was time to say goodbye and head back to the airport to go home.  She did AMAZING on the flight home–slept the entire way!

It was a great trip, but she was happy to be back home . . .

And while we had some trepidation about leaving behind that glorious, glorious Hilton Garden Inn, it all worked out in the end.  On our first night home she slept 9.5 hours straight!  It was a Labor Day MIRACLE!  Of course, it didn’t last–the next night we were back to sleeping in 4 hour chunks.  So who knows–maybe we will be moving into that Hilton Garden Inn after all . . .

Babymoon, Canada-Style

Yes, so I get that this post isn’t exactly timely in lieu of the fact that our Mini Bunches arrived a few weeks early (more on her here); but, better late than never has become my new motto (and for those of you who have sent baby gifts, please understand that the motto applies to thank you notes as well–they’re coming, I promise!).

So here’s just a quick post about our last major outing before Mini Bunches arrived . . . where to?  Toronto!  Yep, we didn’t want to travel too far from home given my ginormous state  (I was 33 weeks pregnant at the time) . . .

So we just drove a couple hours north to the bumping metropolis that is Toronto.  But, of course, what trip to Canada would be complete without a little trip down memory lane for Mr. Bunches?  First stop: Port Credit, Ontario.

Mr. Bunches played hockey here as a kid and had very fond memories of the place.  And I can see why–it was freaking adorable!!  We just might have to move there, especially because directly across from the hockey arena was a rowing boathouse–I mean, could it be more perfect for the two of us?  Oh, and there was also a super rad playground that I’m sure Mini Bunches will just love some day . . .

Yeah, we were those people.

It was really neat seeing the rink where Mr. B used to play (and seeing him get all giddy about it to boot) . . .

We’ll definitely have to take Mini B there some day . . . and who knows–maybe she’ll be a hockey player like her daddy?

After our little detour, we took another brief one in St. Catharine’s and then another one in Burlington, Ontario.  We didn’t snap any pictures, but both were fantastic towns that I’m sure we’ll visit again.  We’ll be sure to take pictures when we go next time with Mini B.  But now, on to Toronto and our little adventure there . . .

First up: FOOD.  What else, right?  I mean, I was 33 weeks pregnant people!  And what better place to find food than the St. Lawrence Market . . .

Kangaroo meat anyone?

It was hard to decide what to eat with all those options, but we finally decided on some seafood at Buster’s Sea Cove (it didn’t hurt that the line for this place was about 50+ people long):

Yay salmon sandwich!

After we finished up at the market, we decided to just wander around the city and see what we could discover.  And what did we find?  Why, more food of course . . .

Yep, we discovered Marche, an amazing food market with basically everything you could ever want to eat . . .

And then look at what we stumbled upon across from Marche: a hockey store!  Oh happy day for Mr. Bunches!

Of course, unbeknownst to us, the store was actually the gift shop for the Hockey Hall of Fame.  What a happy accident, right?

We got to see a lot of cool hockey stuff, like an homage to Wayne Gretzky, aka Mr. Bunches’ hero:

A mock-up of a pro locker room (I forget which team it was):

Some interactive shooting games for Mr. Bunches to relive his glory days . . .

And there’s the team with a special place in Mr. B’s heart . . .

Some championship trophy blow-ups . . .

And a little trophy that some of you may have heard of . . .

Yep–the Stanley Cup!  Turns out it only spends about 30 days a year at the Hockey Hall of Fame, but our timing was just right–lucky us, eh?

Not too bad, eh?  We were pretty jazzed.  Anyways, to wrap this up, Mr. Bunches took me to a fantastic Mother’s Day Brunch at One Restaurant.  I wish we had taken pictures, but we were a bit too hungry (again, 33 weeks pregnant folks).

So there you have it: our last big adventure before the greatest adventure yet . . .

C’mon–you know I had to throw in at least one picture of our Mini B!

Hey Mickey!

Hey Mickey, you’re so fine, you’re so fine you blow my mind.  Hey Mickey!  . . . Hey Mickey!

Is it in your head now?  Nice.  Goal accomplished.  Okay, but on to a quick post that is somewhat of a little tribute to one Bachelor-in-Residence whom you may remember from here, here, and here.  (Wow, it’s amazing how much Mr. B and I see this kid, eh?) 

Well, MO has been promising me a Virginia t-shirt for approximately a year (but who’s counting, right?)–see, he works for some t-shirt people.  That’s all I’m gonna’ say.  So as it turns out, he’s hanging with Mr. B in Vegas at the moment, and look what he got me:

YAY!!  I’m so excited!!  And it even looks big enough to fit me and my growing bump . . . double score.

Oh, and it looks like MO not only came through for me, but also for all of Idiot Nation with the Syracuse “Comin’ in HOT!” t-shirts.  And just in case all of Vegas wasn’t clear on who this motley crew was, well, MO helped out with that too . . .

Job well done, MO.  Job.  Well.  Done.

And yes, Mr. B is currently in Vegas clearly working hard with the other members of Idiot Nation . . .

Um yeah–rough life for these kids, eh?

Okay, so there’s my shout-out thank you to MO for my t-shirt (I can’t wait for Mr. B to bring it home) and my little shout-out to Idiot Nation.  Have fun boys!!

New Year, MO Problems

Happy New Year everybody!!!  Oh, and while we’re at it–Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah, and Joyous Kwanzaa!  Sorry that Mr. Bunches and I have been absent from the blogosphere, and pretty much every sphere lately, but we’ve both been running around a lot these days.  And unfortunately the holidays kind of got lost in the shuffle.  So sorry to everyone who didn’t receive a holiday card from us this year–we promise to make up for it next year.  In the meantime, consider this a picture greeting card for ya:

That’s Mr. Bunches and I at Rockefeller Center this year.  That’s right–we took a quick trip to NYC in mid December and had a great time walking around the big city.  So that’s our holiday card this year–bam.  But thank you to everyone for your amazing cards . . .

Yep–that there represents many of the cards we received this year, and it’s a little sad for me to admit this, but what you’re looking at were also the ONLY Christmas decorations that made it up in our house this season.  There was no tree, no stockings, no tchotchkis, no nothing.  Pathetic, isn’t it?  Let’s just say that lots of travel isn’t so conducive to holiday decorating, er, well, at least in our home it’s not (I’m sure a bunch of you out there have much better excuses to potentially not decorate and yet you still managed to make your homes festive and cheerful for the holidays.  Well, kudos to you.  Maybe someday Mr. B and I will figure out how to do it all too).

Okay, but enough about our pathetic lack of decor.  Let’s move on to the real soul of this post: MO PROBLEMS.  And for those of you familiar with Idiot Nation (from here, here, and here), you may recognize MO . . .

And his P.I.C. (that’s Partner-in-Crime for those of you in the dark on the cool-kid lingo), Fabio, . . .

Although, admittedly Fabio has lost a bit of his connection to his namesake since he trimmed his long, swarthy locks.  But we’re digging the new look–whaddya think?

So yes, two of Idiot Nation’s finest came into town for the New Year’s weekend, and let’s just say things started off with a bang.

Yep, a bars-are-open-until-4-am-in-New-York type of BANG.  Needless to say, I sat out this round.  And thank goodness I did since the morning-after didn’t look so pretty . . .

But did that stop them?!  Oh heck no!  Friday night was only a warm-up.  MO’s always ready to go, especially once he finds himself a new man purse . . .

Um yeah.  Not sure what’s going on there.  Moving on . . .

Besides our two Bachelors-in-Residence (yes ladies–they’re single and ready-to-mingle), we actually did have some real guests for our mini-New-Year’s-bash: Mr. and Mrs. Rockstar and Bunches Jr.!

But before we headed out to the bar, first we had to all get ready for the big night out . . . and let’s just say that Idiot Nation took it to a whole new level–a bow-tie level to be exact:

Like I said ladies–single and ready-to-mingle:

That’s 2012 in case you’re wondering.  So once we finished with the boys’ photo shoot . . .

. . . it was time to play some games!

And after the girls dominated against the boys, they were sufficiently demoralized in time for a festive night out.  Nothing like heading to the bars at 11:30 PM on New Year’s Eve, right?  Aww yeah . . .

J.P. Bullfeathers ended up being our destination of choice (mostly because it was closest to the parking spot we found, but it also ended up being pretty chill–perfect for us).  And since we only had a little bit of time before the big moment, we got right to work . . .

Champagne?  Check.

Party faces?  Check.

Someone to kiss at midnight?  For Mr. B and I–check.

For MO and Fabio?  Not so much–they only had 30 minutes to find their lucky ladies . . . I tried to help by giving them a two-minute warning:

But unfortunately, only MO came away with a kiss at midnight . . .


But even though Fabio wasn’t quite as lucky, he still had a great time.

So there you have it!  We survived Idiot Nation and our first New Year’s in Buffalo–kudos to us!  And kudos to you for making it through this whole post–you deserve it.  Anyone else kind of getting hungry for a Kudos bar?  Do they even make those anymore?  Maybe these two idiots can Google it?


Disclaimer: All names have been changed to protect the innocent (which basically means everyone except Olsen).  Only web-appropriate pictures have been posted here; for all others, get in touch with Mr. Bunches or me for a private invitation ;).

Yes, Mr. B and I went to another themed party (they seem to be all the rage here and we’re loving it; if you missed the first one, you can check out all the details here).  This one’s theme?  Well, if you read the post title, then you should already know.  Good job on reading.

This time, though, we were at Mr. and Mrs. Rockstar’s home.  But don’t worry, Mr. and Mrs. Holoholo were still in attendance.

Unfortunately, I got my camera out late in the game, so I missed getting some shots of the initial spread and instead caught some of the leftover carnage . . .

Although, with so much food on hand, there was still some left for pictures.  Including some smoked brats (it was Octoberfest afterall) . . .

. . . and salt potatoes . . .

And of course some yumminess for dessert.  I may or may not have had more than five of these.  Oops.

Okay, but enough about food (sorry–I’m just sort of obsessed with the stuff); on to the party antics.  But first, let me provide some explanation.  See, the Octoberfest was sort of just another Idiot Nation reunion (see more about Idiot Nation here).  And since some idiots came from various parts of the country, it meant that the Mr. headed over early to Mr. Rockstar’s home (as in 24 hours early, but who’s counting?  Well, probably Mrs. Rockstar . . . ).  And so that meant that Mr. Bunches got himself ready for the party.  And so I’m taking NO RESPONSIBILITY for what you’re about to see.  None.  Zippo.  Zilch.  Oh, and keep in mind–this was NOT a costume party.

Again, I take NO responsibility.  But of course, where there’s one idiot, you’re sure to find another . . .

Don’t worry–he didn’t get away for long.  Nope, he was pretty psyched to show off the “great idea” he and Mr. Bunches had.  Without me.  Again–I had no part of this idea whatsoever.

Yep, there they are.  Idiots in costume.  Costumes from Goodwill.  Now, you know I’m all for Goodwill (as seen here), and I even think it’s probably a good place to shop for Halloween costumes.  Ya’ know, for Halloween.  But I’m not sure how I feel about buying what appears to be a used robe.  With a certain special odor.  Yeah, special.

And hats.  Hats that were probably on other people’s heads (since that’s usually what people do with hats and all).  Ick.  I’m getting the heebie-jeebies just thinking about it again.

But you know what, Mr. Bunches thought he was pretty rockin’, so who am I to argue?

And you know Olsen thought that he was the bee’s knees in his outfit.

For all the single ladies out there, Olsen is available and willing.  Just call 555-867-5309.

But there weren’t just two idiots in attendance.  No sirreebob!  We had a special guest appearance from Mr. Barr . . .

And Mr. Buffalo even decided to grace us with his appearance.

But possibly the crowd favorite was Fabio.  Hold onto your hearts ladies . . .

It was hard for everyone to keep their hands off him.  Especially hard, apparently, for Mrs. Rockstar . . .

Oh, to run your hands through that hair . . .

Even Mr. Barr couldn’t keep his hands off Fabio . . .

There’s nothing quite as endearing as a good ol’ fashioned man hug, is there?  Such tenderness.

But back to the party.  It was fantastic–good food, good friends, good drinks.  And by drinks, I mean Capri Suns of course.  Yep, Capri Suns all night long . . .

. . . and there was even some planking.  Totally safe planking though–only with the proper headgear of course.

Can you tell Mr. Rockstar is a dad, or what?  Safety first!

I’m pretty sure this could be the next big thing for Idiot Nation.  Planking.  You saw it here first.  Of course, Olsen had to take it a bit further.  What else?

And then I think he just thought it was a good place to hang out.  Ya’ know, to talk about girls, and school, and his favorite Disney characters . . .

Okay, enough of Olsen on the countertops.  Again, sorry Mrs. Rockstar.

But, back to the party.  One thing Mr. and Mrs. Rockstar know is good music, and they picked out some of the best.

And where there’s music . . . well, there’s dancing.  Lots and lots of dancing.  First by the jester of the night . . .

But, of course, Mr. Bunches wasn’t going to be shown up like that.  No sirree.  Not when he had his best robe on . . .

But I’m pretty sure Mrs. Rockstar had everyone else beat.

That is, of course, until Footloose came on, and then I had to get out there.

But then Fabio sort of took over.  Sort of.  I wasn’t exactly sure what was going on . . .

In short, it was awesome.  So thank you, thank you, thank you to Mr. and Mrs. Rockstar for hosting a fantastic bash!  And thanks to Idiot Nation for all the entertainment!!!


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