I blame my friend Marty, who introduced me to the treat a few months ago.

Sadly, I’d never heard of craisins before she pulled out this ginormous bag of them and set them on her kitchen table.
I don’t like raisins all that much so I didn’t think I’d like craisins.  But I tried them and I did like them.  They were a good snack.

So, yesterday Ryan and I went to Publix to refill our water, again, and being that I need to snack often in the first few months of nursing a baby, I thought I’d pick up a bag of craisins.

They’re better for me than donut holes. Or so I’ve heard.

After Ryan and I walked around the whole store trying to find them we finally came across them on the bologna isle.
Because, you know, it makes total sense to keep the canned and packaged fruit snacks on the same isle with the processed, refrigerated meat products.

I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

I discovered that craisins actually come in different flavors.  Craisins with blueberry juice. Craisins with cherry juice.  Chocolate covered craisins.
And craisins with pomegranate juice. 
Oh. My. Goodness. 

These things are not cheap.  A little 4 servings sized bag is almost $3. I decided to pick up a little bag anyway, just to try them. 
Big mistake.
Big.
Huge.
I’m now in constant need of a fix.  I’m an addict.  A pomegranate juice infused craisin addict.

I know.  It’s bad.

And it’s all Marty’s fault.
I smell a lawsuit.

I picked up Lucy a few minutes after changing her diaper today and something sharp poked my hand.
It only took a second to find the culprit.

A quarter inch of something was sticking out of the back of her little disposable poo-catcher. It took a few tries because it was embedded well, but I got a hold of it and pulled out a small, in tact sewing needle.
Luckily, it only stabbed my hand and not Lucy.

Something tells me that sewing needles are not supposed to remain in the diaper after manufacturing has been completed. Things do happen though. I’m just glad Lucy didn’t get pricked.

I wrote the company to make them aware of the situation. I got an actual reply from the before I got the automated we received your email reply. So far I’m happy with their response.

One time I found a chicken bone in my cream of chicken soup. Campbell’s handled it very well.

I send very nice emails when stuff like this happens. I think that helps to yield appropriate results.
And that whole hot coffee thing with McDonalds…
That was ridiculous. But it helped too.

Just wanted to shout out a congratulations to my sis-in-law, Cassie, who some of you might remember is was pregnant because she comments here often…

She had a son today! Which makes it real good that we had a girl.  
My mom-in-law, Denise, loves, loves, loves her grandsons but is deathly allergic to not having granddaughters.
And girls are a rare occurrence on my husband’s side.  Nobody has girls.  Out of Ryan and his 3 siblings only 3 girls have been born. 

And 11 boys.

Nathan Mason Michael joins our ever growing family! Apperently we misheard the name over the phone.
Welcome to the world, little guy!  Auntie Mel and Uncle Gassius Maximus have presents for you!

Congrats Cassie and Mark!
Send us pics when you get a chance.

I just love babies.

I love March.
March 20th to be exact. 

And it’s not because of the Publix marathon in Georgia either.
Or because it’s American Day Of Rage.
Or that it’s the start of Vermont’s sugaring season. Although that sounds pretty cool. I’m a big fan of sugar.
Or that it’s my birthday.

I love March 20th because of the March Equinox.

It’s the first day of Spring.
Spring makes me happy.

I know it’s a little silly.  Spring makes periodic visits here in Florida all throughout the winter.  The past two weeks the highs have been in the 70′s and 80′s.  But there’s just something about it being official.

Spring means bunnies who lay eggs.
Okay, not really.  But when I think of Spring I think of fuzzy, white, egg laying goliath bunnies.  I don’t know why. Maybe it has something to do with my sister having nightmares about oversized egg laying bunnies when she was little. 

We shared a room.

Spring also means bright sun.
Warm rain showers.
Blooming flowers.
Okay, so we had blooming flowers just about all winter.  But still.

And I have a new baby girl to buy an Easter dress for.

It’s all very awesome. With the exception of the disturbingly ginormous bunnies.
And the bees.
And mosquitos.
And ants.

Maybe I’ll stay inside today.