Four on the Shore

Eric's swearing in

2012-01-30T20:42:00.001-05:00

You can refer to him as "Your Highness" and me as the First Lady. Ok, maybe not, but I wear pearls worthy of being the First Lady. (side note: I really do love pearls and wear them everywhere. Sunday church, morning run, playing at the park, cooking dinner, giving birth- yes, that's right, giving birth. Pearls are a must when giving birth)

My neighbors graciously agreed to watch the boys while we attended Eric's swearing in ceremony at our town's Council meeting. Doesn't he look handsome?! He certainly makes a suit look good.

Right before Christmas, our newly elected mayors (we have two in our town, because we're that awesome) contacted Eric and asked if he would be interested in serving on the Planning and Zoning Commission. He was super excited, I whined and said "but I wanted to do that". I did want to, but it makes more sense for the architect half of us to serve than the floor-scrubbing-diaper-changing half to. No hard feelings, I've moved on.

So once a month, he makes super-important-life-changing-decisions like "no, the sign must be hung lower" and "that design is ugly. Redo it". Maybe not, though, you'd have to ask him.

Whatever it is he'll be doing, he's added one more thing to his repertoire of multi-talented, all-around good guy status. And he's a.o.k in my book.

he's called the swiper

2012-01-30T14:25:00.001-05:00

There's a swiper in our home. He learned early on that what he was offered to eat didn't hold a candle on the taste factor to what his brother got...or what his mother hides in the kitchen to consume...tell me I'm not the only one who sneaks food so their kids don't ask for some (partly because it's that unhealthy, but also because can't I just eat something by myself for crying out loud?!)

He learned to crawl so he could sprint to his brother's fallen sippy cup that inevitably had some golden nectar inside- juice. He's now grown some inches, and gained some motor skills and can reach. Like the peanut butter and nutella sandwich Mason hadn't quite gotten to.

by the way, check out those parallel eyes. This is a huge deal, and proves things are continuing to heal!

He was quite proud, until he realized when I put the camera down, I'd take the sandwich away. At that point, the entire thing was crammed into his mouth.

I know there's some rule about kids under two not being aloud peanut butter. Poor Jasper. He was born second, not first. We're breaking all the rules on him. That's for a whole other post, though.

Resolutions, take 2

2012-01-27T15:05:00.001-05:00

I know I've told you before- I'm a big fan of resolutions. I love them, I encourage them, in general, I keep them. Except one yearly one. Reading through the Bible in a year. I haven't done that since college, when, as a Bible student with time on my hands (no kids or husband or home to care for) to study and read, part of my semester syllabus requirements were reading through the Bible each semester.

Well, (and here come the excuses) a husband, home of my own and children entered the scene and reading through the Bible in a year (let alone in 4 months) became difficult. I'd say impossible, but it really wasn't. I firmly believe you have time for what's important to you. Sometimes that ends up being watching TV, going out with friends, or, more importantly, cooking, cleaning and raising kids.

It's been a while since I did an honest read through. I make great attempts each year. I'm a big fan of reading the Bible chronologically, and we have a Bible that is specifically ordered chronologically, and dated for a yearly read through. It's become a sad story, though. I go strong, by the end of February I might miss a day or two, but by March, I'm struggling. Then comes the lengthy passages on Old Testament law and I'm usually a goner.

Slumped shoulders, I sheepishly make my way to a simpler devotional book, combined with a Psalm a day (...keeps the devil away). The Psalm a day is consistent, though. I read those every day.

Not this year. This year I have a success plan. It's new for me, but not a groundbreaking idea- as most I've shared it with have confessed to doing the same.

I'm reading through at my own rate. If I miss a day, I do it the next, or sometimes the next next next. If I can only do half one day, that's what I do. I'm doing it, though. No matter how long it takes, I'm seeing it through.

So far? Matthew 5 has become the most highlighted chapter in my Bible. It's instructing and guiding me on my other resolution of loving people. Even the annoying ones.

Hermit leaves her shell

2012-01-23T21:15:00.002-05:00

Lately I've been running the boys around town to playdates. Serious play dates. After living in a bubble for December to keep Jasper healthy, and knowing we'll be entering another one in February, I'm trying to get out as much as possible and get the boys some quality friend time. It's good for me, too, though naturally I tend to be more of a hermit.

It really has been awesome, though, especially since not only am I connecting more with current friends, I'm meeting new ones. Like my neighbors who moved in last summer. They have two little boys who are beyond cute. I mean, seriously beautiful kids. I use the term catalog cute to try to get my point across. We don't really have that level of cuteness around here- you know, the type you'd expect to see in a Gap add or in a Pottery Barn catalog. Don't get me wrong (and don't be offended fellow mothers), there are some cute kids here, but this is different. Catalog cute is a whole 'nother league of breeding. Must be an art form or something. Sometimes I'm convinced I am the only parent who sees my kids for what they are. I love them, they are sweet as can be, and they are so precious, but they don't fall in that category. Maybe there's this thing called motherly blindness that I just didn't get.

Anyway, my neighbors are great. Mason adores them and they play for hours. We had them over for dinner over the weekend and it rocked. What a circus- my house ended up a wreck. An awesome, fully satisfied wreck. I had so many dishes (why didn't I just order a pizza?!) I went through 3 sponges cleaning dishes. Yes, 3 sponges. And two dishwasher cycles. It was a long process. She brought an apple pie for us. I have a new bestie. The quickest way to my heart is donuts, second is pie. The apple pie came from our more exclusive grocery store (she is smarter than I) that packages their bakeware in brown paper boxes and ties them with that fun two colored baking twine. feel free to break out in song, as I am in my head

We also entertained for an unexpected all day playdate. I don't think I've ever had one of those, and it certainly wasn't planned to be an all day affair. I felt like we were snowed in. We put all the kids- five total!- down for naps and gathered around my kitchen island, chopping vegetables and cooking meat to make soup for lunch.

I love friends that you just can't help feel positive and wonderful around. The kind where you don't have to worry about inappropriate conversations because they are just so beyond that. Refreshing.

We were invited to yet another new friend's home with a daughter Mason's age. What could have been more stressful ended up being one of the most relaxing times I've had. She has this "let them work it out" method that works. The two buddies played in a room for hours while I enjoyed quiet conversation down the hall. Peaceful.

The fun hasn't stopped. This week, we had an inpromptu playdate with my mom. Bless her heart for driving down. I think she knows I've been struggling. We're meeting Mason's future school mates- who also happen to be birthday buddies, the three of them being born within a week of each other. And then ambushing a homebound, working mom.

Watch out! Hermit on the move!

fyi Friday

2012-01-13T08:23:00.000-05:00

Like most of these, I am probably showcasing my simpleness, but nevertheless:

Yankee Doodle went to town

Riding on a Pony;

He stuck a feather in his hat

And called it maccaroni.

Eric and I had always wondered about this odd song. We received a card in the mail from my mom for Jasper's birthday. She is crowned queen of random cards. I don't know where she bought it, but it had a print of a man from the 1770s with the title "Farmer Maccaroni". Renewed interest encouraged us to look on the back of the card, where we were delighted to find this explanation:

A maccaroni was used to describe a wig or hairpiece worn, usually by those of a specific fashion preference.

of friends, tights and packages

2012-01-10T21:15:00.001-05:00

We're rocking around here. Met some new friends- all with kids Mason's age. Two of them are neighbors which rocks all around because we see each other all the time. Impromptu play dates rock. Also comes in handy when you need an egg and the kids are napping. Or not napping, but you don't want to hit the grocery store.

Today we traveled to the zoo with another one. I wish I could share some photos, because it was the cutest darn thing I've ever seen. Mason and little girl running around chatting it up in three year old lingo. I was thrilled to find someone else who has a child that straight up needs to be outside, like all. the. time.

I'm living once again in tights. I love nylons...tights...pantyhose. Whatever. They're tight and restricting so I feel glamorous and skinny. This time of year I wear them under all of my pants. Even in my pajamas. They keep me warm and allow me to cut back the thermostat to save some cash. I can't say for sure, but there could be an item on my shopping list that says "toddler size tights, preferably not pink". Again, I can't say for sure, but they might be for Mason, to wear as a base layer to keep him warm. I'm not admitting to anything, though.

I know someone else out there hasn't taken down their Christmas tree, right? Even though they managed to get all the ornaments and lights down. I'm thinking of turning it into a science lesson. On the plus side, the amount of needles I vacuum up each day is making the rest of my house smell wonderful. Should I be worried of a fire risk?

I look forward to a few things during my day. My morning run, the mail, my show at 3:30. But I tell you what, I could get used to opening my door and seeing this

That's right. THREE boxes. Stacked in a fun tower, like magic was holding them up- a la the Burrow or something. Ok, I suppose, if you took physics (which I did not) there's nothing magical about it. But I felt magical when I saw it...until I got a cardboard cut tearing into them. Cardboard cuts hurt like the dickens.

New Year's Resolutions

2012-01-10T20:46:00.000-05:00

As it's January 10th, I think instead of asking if you have any New Year's Resolutions, I can ask if you are still doing your New Year's Resolutions.

I'm a big fan. I have at least two each year, and have stuck to just about every single one since my first one (which was actually made in November. It was urgent and couldn't wait) when I was 17.

I do have one consistent one: love more. I really struggle with loving people. It's probably because I'm a middle child and I suffered from lack of attention and never getting anything. ahem.

I opened by new Bible to find written there my father challenged me with verses he has been teaching during his bible study.

Beyond all these things put on love, which is the perfect bond of unity.

Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body; and be thankful.

Let the word of Christ richly dwell within you, with all wisdom teaching and admonishing one another with psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with thankfulness in your hearts to God.

Whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through Him to God the Father.

Colossians 3:14-17 NASB

It has been such a blessing, I don't know why I haven't committed it to memory previously. This year, I want to tackle agape love for real.

Also, if you're ever in NJ, you should check out their Bible study. It's amazing. Right from the Bible, verse by verse teaching. No baloney.

The gift that keeps on giving

2012-01-07T20:33:00.001-05:00

No, Faith, not a kitchen set. I don't think I'll get away with that having two boys.

My sister called to tell me she was coordinating a combined gift for the boys, from the family. I was all for it. I nearly hit the floor when I heard her plan was this:

A Jeep Hurricane. It rocks. Poor kid had been seeing green watching his friends drive around in their powered toys. Not my kid, I said. My kids will run, ride bikes and play. No laziness around here.

Seeing him drive them, though, changed my mind. Seriously, it looked like so much fun, I wanted to hop on board. (And I would have, but they have a 130 lb weight limit, which I outweigh be a handful or so pounds. No one quite knows, least of all me.)

And, how fitting, it matches Eric's.

...our addition to the gift? I bought a tow rope and a child's snow tube so when it snows Mason and Jasper can drag each other around through the golf course. I also have helmets for them to wear- you know, because I'm a stickler about safety.

Guess who turned ONE!

2012-01-06T20:40:00.001-05:00

It's so cliche, but I'll say it anyway- I can't believe Jasper is one year old.

One year ago, I held this sweet little one in my arms, thrilled beyond belief at this addition to our family.

Today he is just as sweet, and a constant joy in our lives.

One year old right of passage- cake eating.

Except he's the second born. He was introduced to cake a long time ago.

We were so fortunate with warm weather to be able to enjoy being outside.

Happy Birthday, sweet Jasper.

next up: Christmas

2012-01-04T10:41:00.002-05:00

Here we go- be warned, I'm going to talk about gifts, as selfish as it sounds, because I got some pretty great gifts and I want to share!

My birthday is right before Christmas (December 18th). I've always loved this. I love cold weather, and I love Christmas decorations. This year we were hibernating because of Jasper's surgery and trying to keep him healthy. My traditions (since being married) are: breakfast in bed, and a nice, long bath. I have one of those great jacuzzi style bathtubs. I love taking baths but rarely do because I don't have the time to enjoy it and it costs a fortune filling a bathtub that size. Once a year, though, it's allowed. I fill it extra deep and make it extra hot. I grab a glass of ice water so I can stay in longer without feeling like I'm hanging in a crock pot.

Eric bought me a coat I've been craving and a hat to go with it. I've been wanting a purple pea coat for a while (purple being my signature color), for something casual to wear. My other coat, a traditional long black wool coat just doesn't fit in around here running to the grocery store. I'm trying to fit in, mind you. I've been looking for three years for just the right coat and finally found it. On sale! I'm thinking now I should have a picture to go with it, so that will come because I also got a pretty sweet new lens for my camera!(cue groans from my family who roll their eyes every time I take pictures)

I also got a new Bible. I've had a tiny, pocket size ESV for the last six years. The print was so small, though, so I wanted to get a larger one. I switched back to the New American Standard, a translation I grew to love in college. I love the word for word, literal translation.

On to Christmas-

We headed to New Jersey to be with my parents. Something about going home for Christmas is always awesome. Mason is at a really fun age because Christmas is so magical to him. I've learned that even if you don't want to teach Santa to your child, they'll pick up on it anyway and believe.

Mason giving my dad a present he bought him. A headlamp, which somehow ended up back with us.

Another awesome gift: a cast iron teapot set from Eric. I've loved using my mom's and have been wanting one of my own for a while. It makes really delicious tea, partly because of the super large infuser basket, and also something to do with the teapot being cast iron. I don't understand the science behind it all, but somewhere in the land of internet it explains it, and if you're smarter than me (which you probably are, because I'll be the first to admit brains are not one of my attributes) you'll understand. If you are like me, though, you'll just be please as punch that it makes delicious tea and won't worry about the rest.

Attempt at a family picture and this is the best we get. Funky lighting and an open mouth. Don't teach you child to say "cheese" for photos because this is what it looks like:

Remember this? Poor kid using a nursing cover for a cape? Not anymore. Super hero Mason now has a real cape and upgraded mask. Villains beware!

Enjoying the fun of unwrapping gifts. I'll tell you what, gifts certainly are not the meaning of Christmas, but they sure are fun!

The boys received one large gift to share. My sister coordinated it and had everyone pitch in. It rocks, and I'll unravel the mystery next! Any guesses?

Jasper's surgery

2011-12-29T20:27:00.001-05:00

It's been a little bit, and quite a lot has happened- surgery, travels, holidays, more travels. Instead of boring you with cramming it all into one post, I'll stretch it out over several. First up:

Jasper's Surgery.

Prayers really helped. Our sweet little boy was healthy and ready for his eye surgery on December 20th. The goals of the surgery were to remove a cyst above his right eye, remove the muscles from both eyes and reattach to straighten the eyes- which will hopefully encourage his brain to use both eyes simultaneously.

We are so blessed to have family living within 45 minutes of Johns Hopkins, giving us a wonderful place to stay and comfort having loved ones around. My sister and her family also came in to watch Mason.

The surgeries, we are told, went well. The surgeons accomplished all they had hoped for. Now we wait for results. It can take up to a month for the muscles to adjust. As it was so close to Christmas, most of his operating team informed us they would not be around for the week after the holidays. His post-op infection check up (which should have been a week after) was scheduled for two days after.

Jasper woke up from surgery in some kind of pain. Poor thing just could not contain himself. If you could have seen him, I think you would have understood. He looked like he lost a boxing match. The nurses quickly came in and put him back to sleep for a few hours. Second time waking went much smoother. At this point, his right eye was swollen shut and we could watch the blood draining in it and the bruise appearing. Several hours later, we were discharged.

We headed home that night, despite being encouraged to stay. Something about being home, in your own bed, is so comforting.

We spent the evening playing together. It was so bizarre to me that I hurt to look at Jasper, but there he was, crawling around and laughing like nothing happened. Amazing.

Wednesday was the same. Big smiles, laughs. Except for medication time.

Thursday we headed back up to Hopkins. The surgeon said she was concerned about the amount of swelling he had. She also mentioned his eyes didn't look as they should. That was pretty disappointing. We thought we wouldn't know the complete results for a month.

We are scheduled to go back in a week to explore our options- starting with patching again, moving on to special glasses, and then, a possible second surgery the end of January. We are praying he won't need that second surgery for many reasons- mainly because each surgery has a lower success rate.

He's looking so much better now, just traces of a bruise.

Christmas Card Greeting

2011-12-14T20:28:00.000-05:00

Be really impressed with Eric. He's sporting my silk red scarf and a fedora in our Christmas photo (see header) for me. Because he loves me. He's a go-with-the-flow kind of guy. Especially at Christmas.

December 2003. He let me outline his face with icing.

Ideas are already swirling around in my head for next year. I wonder what I can get away with...

10 days and counting

2011-12-10T16:05:00.000-05:00

Jasper's surgery is 10 days away.

To prepare, I've bought Tylenol PM and my mom shared some melatonin with me. Yes, I've been having trouble sleeping. I'm exhausted, but just lay wide awake in bed until the early hours. I haven't actually taken anything yet, as I'm not big on taking drugs. Even natural ones. I have a feeling the lack of sleep is catching up on me and I'll have to give in soon enough.

I'm also considering purchasing some waterproof makeup. Nothing worse than trying to wipe away tears, only to smear eyeliner across your cheek. Wearing makeup is an absolute must. His surgery is at 6 am, and I'm not much to look at that early.

Our biggest prayer right now? Both of the boys are sick with chest congestion. At this point, if Jasper doesn't recover, we'll have to reschedule. Fortunately we have until December 19th for him to take a turn uphill. We visit his pediatrician on Monday for a surgery physical and we'll see what he recommends- whether we revisit his albuterol treatments (from his ER visit in February due to RSV) or put him on an antibiotic.

We're hanging around home, I'm washing everything I can find, and doing my best to get them drinking as much fluids as I can. Even if it's juice.

Home is in sight

2011-12-06T08:09:00.002-05:00

I'm hoping to be heading home at some point near the end of this week. I think we're all ready to be home. It's tough to leave here, all the same. I know the next time I see my little niece she'll already be rolling over and possibly sitting up. Living far from family stinks. I pray God has plans to bring us close together, soon.

My parents always taught me when visiting friends to always leave on a high note. (read: don't outstay your welcome) So, I packed up the boys on Friday and headed to my other sister's house. Which also happens to (so I'm told) be the moonshine (of the home grown, back porch not neccessarily legal variety) capital of the U.S. I know, right? But everytown has to be able to brag about something. If it were me, I'd brag about the amazing views they have, or the Creamery that makes the most delicious ice cream in awesome flavors I've ever had- my personal favorite being apple pie. I experience my first tast of the liquid fire...and I mean that lightly. I'm a wuss who doesn't drink, so I dipped my finger in it and tasted. Yikes. They assured me the fruit flavored was better, but my taste buds didn't notice a difference. I wanted to bring some to Eric, but I only had baby food jars. Something about traveling with moonshine in baby food jars seems not appropriate. Even to me.

The visit was two fold: to visit with them and to give my sister her Christmas gift- I painted her kitchen. In the end it was really a gift for me, probably. I love to paint and white walls (and neutral colors for that matter) give me hives. Go bold or go home. My sister is very generous in allowing me to choose colors, within reason. I so wish I had some pictures to share, because it turned out awesome. I was having such a good time, though, I kept forgetting to grab my camera. Plus, my family groans everytime I take it out.

Before you go calling me to help you in your next painting project, let me warn you: a perfectionist I am not. While the kitchen color looks great, my painting job will no doubt drive my mother insane. I don't like to be bound by any sort of rules, and in painting rules are things I can't paint on (the ceiling, floor, countertops, cabinets). If I'm painting a room in my home and decide to continue on for a bit, I do. That might mean part of another wall, or ceiling. I like white trim, though, so I try to keep that clean.

The most important part? My sister loves it- or so she tells me. One gift given checked off my list.

Any guesses as to what my house looks like after three weeks of being away and Eric living as a bachelor?

with family

2011-11-29T22:20:00.001-05:00

Do you know what I'm doing? I'm at my sister's home, babysitting my sweet little niece Matilda. My sister had to go back to work, so when Jasper's surgery was resceduled (silver lining anyone?), I jumped at the chance to stay past Thanksgiving and help out. I'm tired, Mason is going bonkers over a lack of attention and hard play time, and Jasper's near breaking from no longer being the youngest. Still, it's the greatest. I've had a ball changing her multiple times during the day- seriously, can't anyone come up with some really cute little boy clothes?!

Eric and I drove here to meet my family for Thanksgiving. We were even able to coordinate family photos! And not just a family photo, but a family photo with coordinating outfits at a location! (ok, it was taken with my camera on a tripod, but still!)

Can we just talk about how impossible getting a decent photo with a three year old is?! I'm dying to know at what age I can expect them to finally behave and smile nicely. This picture, though, tells me it might be a while:

And so, the Christmas decorations have come out! Not at my home, as I'm not there...and there's some debate about them not coming out at all this year (I go overboard, as in Christmas explosion, complete with a 16 foot live tree) But here, on my other home! Merry Christmas to you and yours. And, after I mail my Christmas cards, I'll replace that header with our Christmas card photo. Which is adorable, if I do say so myself!

my favorite trick

2011-11-28T09:51:00.003-05:00

Clapping is, by far, my favorite child trick. You can see the wonder in their eyes the first time they notice you doing something they want to. Then they try and find it's so fun. It's used to show their excitement. The glee in their eyes as they tell you "Look at me. Look at what I did, isn't it great?!" just gets me.

Didn't I tell you I'm famous?

2011-11-20T21:50:00.000-05:00

I must be famous or something because I have paparazzi following me around.

Most days, he just begs to use my camera. Usually I give in.

On this rainy day, though, he came up with a better plan.

rescheduled.

2011-11-16T09:59:00.002-05:00

Just as we were gearing up for Jasper's surgery, we received the phone call saying we've been rescheduled.

Rescheduled for the third time. You could hear the dread in the admin's voice as they called us yet again.

Please keep December 20th in your prayers. Close to the holidays, we know our Father is the ultimate healer and controller of all schedules. His timing is perfect, even though we are surrounded by confusion.

date night

2011-11-11T17:27:00.000-05:00

for the love of candy

2011-11-08T13:02:00.001-05:00

He was so content sitting there, in his stroller, while Mason and I shared a Halloween candy. Such a little dear. So content to gnaw on the wrapper of a piece of candy.

I was so tickled with myself that we could sit on our front porch in the warmth of the sun, the three of us, just enjoying each other and all I had to do to keep Jasper occupied was to give him a wrapped piece of candy. He just loves wrappers.

I've now learned the root of his love for candy wrappers: he's tasted the goodness of what's inside the wrappers.

Pumpkin Painting

2011-11-05T18:00:00.002-04:00

We've had two beautiful little pumpkins sitting in our home for about a month. I love them because I adore fall, and pumpkins are like little presents left in the field by fall. Now that Halloween is done, I needed to revamp the excitement I get from gearing up for my favorite dress up holiday. The weather was perfect, so I grabbed an old hand-me-down shirt and some paints (of the not washable or kid safe variety) and we headed outside.

What part of my art school training made me think that when I gave three globs of primary paint to a three year old he would turn it into a creative mess, but with three distinct colors? How had I forgotten that (as a mother and an artist wannabe) he would want to mix them all together, and the individual brightness of each would be muddled? Not quite the picture perfect idea I had in mind, but he seemed to have a blast.

To keep the fun going, we continued to "create" on some garden rocks. And then the grass. And then, apparently Jasper's face- as I turned around to see a giant paint hand print on his face. No photos of that as I was moving way too quickly to get him to the sink.

Here's hoping the paint keeps the pumpkins for a few more weeks!

Surgery Scheduled!

2011-11-04T20:05:00.000-04:00

Yes! Praise God!

Eric came home today and told me he received a phone call telling us Jasper's surgery will be December 2nd. We are so thankful this has finally come together. These last few weeks have been exhausting, confusing and tense. There are now some buzz words around our home, one involving the name of a scheduler at Hopkins, the other being "coordinate". Don't tell me you're coordinating anything. Do it, and then tell me it's done.

Would you join me in praying for health? Sandwiched between Thanksgiving and Christmas, I can't imagine what we'd have to go through if we need to reschedule because Jasper came down with something. I'm sending out emails to the nursery volunteers at church, pleading them to stay away from the nursery if they aren't feeling well (and not just for me, but for the sake of all of the babies this season). Still, I think we just might be staying home that week before, in the hopes of preventing anything we can. I know God is sovereign in all of this, though.

So, there we have it. Five surgeon's schedules set to work on our sweet little guy first thing in the morning of December 2nd. And I do mean first thing. We'll be heading out the door at 5 am. For some reason, going for a run at 5 am is something I can handle and wrap my brain around, but packing up the family and heading to the hospital seems overwhelming.

But do you know what I'm thankful for today? My car. It rocks. It's reliable, great on gas, comfortable and fits a ton of stuff in it. I love that I don't owe anything on it, so I can save up for a new(ish) car one day without having to worry about a car payment. While it's not my dream ride (read: Toyota Sienna 8 passenger), it's great and it rocks.

the Halloween post

2011-11-01T14:40:00.002-04:00

We got our Halloween on last night, despite Eric's absence. I don't know why I thought Mason should have a brown nose with his costume, but at the time that's what I figured a monkey needed. This kids kills me with his cuteness. I love that he loves to dress up, and will sometimes turn it on for the camera. I know this might just be the last year I get to dictate what he is. We'll see. Maybe with enough bribery I'll get away with one more year.

We had a whole Wizard of Oz theme going. I was Dorothy (my yearly homemade staple), Eric the scarecrow, Mason a monkey and Jasper a Lion. No photos of me, though, as I was looking decidedly more milk maid Dorothy (and not the stool and cow version). if you catch my drift.

I like doing Halloween up big. The more the better (my overall rule in decorating, actually), and the more days, the better. I didn't plan so well this year, though, and ended up shutting off my lights an hour early because I ran out of candy. Next year, though, oh man next year. It's going to rock. I'm planning driveway games and a fire pit. Some hot dogs. And the return of my fog machine, which unfortunately didn't make it out this year.

My friend is over-the-top creative. They have a son Mason's age, so trick or treating is a blast. She blew me out of the water with her creation of batmobile.

Let me tell you, pre-kids I would have been all "seriously? way to encourage being lazy". Post kids I'm all "this rocks. When they're tired, we just zip home. I'll worry about repairing the damage to cars, lawns and gardens later".

Thanks to the Halloween Elf for the costumes!

the one where I complain

2011-10-28T14:19:00.001-04:00

It's been a crummy week around here, so I avoided posting. Every else is on a thankful post kick, and I didn't want to ruin the momentum. Being thankful is so important, but sometimes the silver lining isn't so prominent, and reality strikes. That's what's been happening around here. Trust me when I say I have not lost sight of God's sweet blessings and promises. I am not in a spiritual lull, and I am not angry at God.

Sunday was particularly tough. Still sick, back injured, I couldn't bear to listen to Jasper scream for two hours while I forced the eye patch on him. That's when the reality set in: if we don't keep it on him, he will be blind in his right eye. A lot for me to take right now. Been waiting for two weeks for a phone call on this surgery date. Praying it will be done with before the holidays set in. Plus, I've woken up with a migraine for the past seven days. I was finally approved to take Excedrin Migraine, but only three pills a month. I finished my month supply on day one. I'm also selfishly irritated it's squashed my morning run. Me without a morning run is like me without eating for more than three hours. I'm not nice. Ask Eric.

Yes, that's right. I'm talking about you, little stinker. Keep the patch on I say!!

Jasper's pediatrician is awesome. I can't speak his praises high enough. If you're in need of a great one, let me know. I'll probably give you a different name, though, because it's already caught on at the office how great he is and his appointments are getting harder to obtain. Anyway, he rocks. How awesome is he? At our surgery physical/evaluation, Jasper was playing on the floor. So, Dr. C sat on the floor with him and played while checking him out. Let him crawl in his lap, gnaw on his hand, and eat his stethoscope...stopped him, though, when Jasper tried breaking his glasses. (I might suggest contacts when working with babies). I mention this because he's also doing some research for me on some new meds I can take. And he calls in the evening to discuss what's going on with Jasper's surgeries. It's been so reassuring to have this these past few months.

Monday, Jasper had a physical therapy appointment to work on his eating skills, which were nonexistent. They exist now, though, thanks to the "new methods" were are implementing. Eric graciously agreed to take Mason to work for the appointment. Not recommended. Short appointments end up being long ones, and three year olds aren't know for sitting still and quiet.

As the crummy week is now coming to a close, I'll tell you what I am thankful for:

My car that runs well, is great on gas and has heating and air conditioning.

Halloween is on Monday. Mason has an awesome costume from my sister. Get ready for the cuteness- to be displayed next week!

playing trains

2011-10-23T15:25:00.000-04:00

Eric had business in PA this weekend, so the boys and I were flying solo. We were still sick, and then I did some damage to my back. I figured I could manage a bike ride, so we headed outside. Our tires all had flats, though, weirdly enough. So I convinced Mason playing in the backyard would be a blast. And it should have been except a bee flew up my shirt and stung me. Wow if that doesn't hurt as much as I remember from when I was, like, five years old. Forgetting I was now an adult, I threw a tantrum, packed up the boys and headed inside.

Sunday we stayed home from church to continue our venture in wellness, but I decided I didn't want to deal with another yesterday, so instead we played trains.

Still waiting to hear news on Jasper's surgery date.

more to the weekend

2011-10-22T09:03:00.000-04:00

Before Jasper's appointments at Wilmer, we had a pretty fantastic weekend. Jasper, Mason and I ended up getting pretty sick, which threw a wrench in some of our plans. Major bummer. The good news? If you have to be sick with little ones, it helps to be near family. So, we headed to my parents for some rest. The guys (my dad and Eric) played poker (with friends), golfed and watched a lot of football.

My mom and I took the boys to the farm for a tractor ride, pumpkin picking and apple cider donuts (my favorite thing on earth). Amazing how delicious a $10 gallon of apple cider is. Seriously.

Mason was so overwhelmed with everything he couldn't speak. If you have a three year old little boy, you know that's saying something.

Later, we packed up some bikes and the car and headed to Washington's Crossing. The park has some beautiful walking/running/biking trails. The leaves are peaking, it was cool and just perfect for a bike ride.

It was a great way to relax before the flury (is that the right phrase? still have sick brain) of doctor appointments.

I also got a fancy schmancy "spa manicure". It was dreamy. I wanted some off the wall color. Like purple (my signature color. Ever notice in photos that I'm always wearing a purple shirt? I think it's all I own) or emerald green. Eric's not such a fan, and I was feeling all sweet and kind, so I went with this mildy festive and fun enough sparkly buff. LOVE it!

And because I haven't had a manicure in years, I am boycotting the dishes, and anything to do with sponges.

Surgery scheduled!

2011-10-20T00:07:00.001-04:00

I'm awake right now. Totally shouldn't be, as I'm sick as a dog and have been dealing with a migraine that I'm about to charge rent to because it's been hanging around so long. I'm awake, though, because I was so thirsty that I grabbed a glass of what I thought was water, but was really Dr. Pepper (I told you I was sick) and after realizing what it was, I thought it tasted so delicious, I finished the glass. That was at 9:30... and HELLO caffeine kick! So, I'll do my update now, because I have so much exciting news to share!

First, if you don't know already about Jasper's surgery, go here for a complete rundown. We had follow up/surgery consultation visits on Tuesday and Wednesday. I was dreading Tuesday's visit. It was to see if the patching was working and he is able to alternate fixation on objects in front of him. Something he hasn't been able to do previously.

The patching has gone miserably. Getting him to keep it on without tearing it off for at least two hours has been near impossible. We've managed most days to get an hour in, but not every day, and certainly not for two hours.

Eric joined me for this trip. What a blessing. It was so helpful to have him there, supporting me and having his questions answered. (rabbit trail: at one point, bringing attention to Dr. T after she had been interrupted while writing the surgical notes, leaving the sentence reading "..removal of both eyes..." Forgive us for being worried parents. I'm sure she would have finished it on her own, once she resumed typing)

This time we were seen first by one of Dr. T's fellows. Darling little thing. And I do mean little...and darling. Cute as pie Malaysian girl with a British accent. Nearly fell off my chair when she came in looking for a flashlight saying "I can't seem to find a torch that works around here". Made us feel like the luckiest people on earth when we asked why she moved here (just one month ago!) from England. Her reply? "Because this is Wilmer. This is the best."

She did her little thing and then we were joined by Dr. T. I welled up with tears when I heard them proclaim "he just alternated fixation! Let's get him in for surgery." Never, ever thought those words would sound so wonderful when being spoken about my child. (Alternate fixation is switching which eye you look out of. Until now, Jasper has only used his left eye)

Had some discussions about the procedure, etc. We are told Jasper will never have fine depth perception. The example we were given is he won't be able to thread a needle. Certain jobs he won't qualify for- such as being a fighter pilot (Eric informs me this is a good thing as parents). There will be five surgeons total working on Jasper. I am thankful coordinating that is now out of my hands and on the desk of the schedulers- who I'm hoping to hear from by Friday with a date.

We are thankful:
-Jasper can alternate fixation (albeit limited)
-the surgeons (5 total!) are willing to work together
-there is every confidence things will go smoothly
-safety in travel so far

We are still praying:
-Jasper will be healthy, so we won't have to reschedule
- there will be an opening in the peds o.r. relatively soon
-we will have better success in patching while we wait for surgery
-post surgery, Jasper's brain will use both eyes
-continued safe travel

Resting assured right now that these doctors are wonderful. They have gifts God gave them. Still, they are limited. Their statistics and case studies are limited to what has happened in the past. We worship Jehovah Rophi, the LORD who heals, the One who isn't confined by the past, but creates an ever new future.

" 'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the LORD, 'plans for welfare and not calamity to give you a future and a hope.' " Jeremiah 29:11

Iron, sugar and things

2011-10-10T14:23:00.005-04:00

How do you like the new caricatures? Eric did them for me to celebrate my favorite holiday- Halloween! I mean, really, what's not to love about dressing up and free candy? We won't discuss the other parts. Remember this post? There's more to come! For now, Mason's caricature is representing...as well as my little pumpkin Jasper. I begged for the witch hat because of my obsession with Harry Potter (ok, probably more because that follows my personality if we're being completely honest). Apparently Eric wanted to be a pirate.

Back from our trip over the bridge. I can now officially say "I had ants in my pants" and have the welts to show for it. Except I'm not showing anyone.

Did some sailing and some tractor riding- can we say I now have the happiest little boy on earth?! He loves tractors, so when my grandfather's was pulled out of the shed, his face lit up.

Matilda made her first trip North. Apparently she did well in their new maroon Pilot with orange pin striping (these VT alumni are a bit excessive.) No photos, as I don't want to encourage it. Seriously, though, it's cute. I can't really tease too much, as I have my initials on mine.

Iron and sugar played out well for our anniversary. Eric bought an ice cream cake and used chocolate syrup to draw an iron on top. I was given strict instructions I could not post any photos, so I can only describe the love that went into it. There was a lot of love that went into it.

Jasper update:

We head up for consultation #2 on the 18th and 19th. The best I've been able to do in hopes of coordinating these surgeries is to find two surgeons that perform surgeries on the same day, same time, and in the same location. Check, check, check. It meant I had to break up the visits, though, because they don't perform consultations on the same day. Fortunately for us, doctor #2 is in Annapolis on the 19th, so we are able to stay with family there after his appointment in Baltimore on the 18th. Double bonus: my mom will be there caring for my grandfather (while my grandmother undergoes back surgery- not a bonus), and offered to watch Mason.

If you're interested in reading updates on him, click the label "Jasper Surgery".

6 years

2011-10-08T09:00:00.001-04:00

Today is our six year wedding anniversary. Apparently we are suppose to give each other iron and sugar. Don't know how that will play out, but I'll let you know. The flower is a calla lily. So fitting, because callas are in my top five favorites. I didn't have them in my bouquet, but it was beautiful nonetheless- made of leonidas roses (if you haven't seen these, you must. they're absolutely stunning), red rover mums and eucalyptus.

Six years ago Hurricane Tammy swept through and shut the electricity down in the church, splashed mud on everything (my dress! the horror!), smeared my makeup, frizzed out the fancy hairdos. While normally a good storm is something I anticipate with excitement, I could have done without it. Still, I refused to let a little thing like hurricane winds and rains get in my way (can anyone say God screaming "I'm the One in control"?!!) and charged outside for photos.

We are celebrating by doing a little remodeling and yard work at my grandparent's home in Annapolis, some sailing on my parent's boat, cuddling my sweet little niece and hopefully next week a dinner out.

last year's post with photos

to have and to hold,

to love and adore

to respect and cherish

'till we both shall perish.

3 year olds and cameras

2011-10-04T14:38:00.000-04:00

"Can I please take a picture?!!"

"ok, now run towards me, mom. Jump off the patio."

an update with a possitive note.

2011-10-03T10:53:00.006-04:00

The view from here:

Things that are making me happy:
1. Crisp autumnal air that allows:
2. Super sweet argyle and pumpkin socks. (argyle is our family crest.)
3. my favorite mug filled with hot tea
4. do you see that in the background? yes! a maple tree!
5. my new gardens in the back yard that Eric created.
6. our new header photo that sweet Emily took. It's so necessary to show where your allegiance lies this time of year. Super cheesy with the color appropriate font, right? ha! And do you see what Jasper is wearing? Yes, his very own jersey.

We're also celebrating around here for Eric's first solo job! Since becoming a registered architect last year, he has been itching for his chance to take the reigns on a project. Needless to say the economy isn't really encouraging people to build custom shore homes- his specialty. A few weeks ago, though, he finally got a break, and last week received the contract. He came home grinning from ear to ear with a celebratory dessert. The makings for ice cream sundaes, our favorite.

I'm trying to focus on these things. I have spent the last few days on the phone (with two kids screaming at my feet) with Johns Hopkins trying to coordinate surgeons. My pediatrician suggested coordinating the three surgeries Jasper will be having into one. It was such a fantastic idea, it's a shame putting it into practice isn't so easy. Trying to get approval and then coordinate two surgeons to work simultaneously so Jasper only needs to be put under once has made me start to lose my hair. (no, not really)

This morning I tried working through a patient advocate/care coordinator. No luck. She was nice enough, but left me wondering what she does to get paid for. I hung up and melted into a puddle of tears. I think I've been needing to have a good cry for a long time. Mason was so confused by the emotions, he chucked a car at me and then ran over and hugged me.

God works miracles, though, so I'm praying for a big one here. Would you pray, too? Selfishly, I'd also like this to work so we can limit our trips over the bridge. Waiting now to hear if the surgeons approve working together, and if we can get their schedules to coordinate.

prayers for jasper

2011-09-27T14:04:00.003-04:00

In case you haven't noticed, Jasper's eyes don't exactly look straight at you. I have noticed from the first time he looked at me, at just a few hours old. I didn't think anything about it because Mason's eyes crossed frequently until he was a year old.

In August, at Jasper's well check, the pediatrician recommended visiting a local group of optometrist/ophthalmologists to get it checked, just to rule out strabismus. It didn't bother me, though, because, like I said, Mason's were similar.

What I thought would be a 20 minute appointment lasted 2 hours (praise GOD for my mentor watching Mason!) of poking, prodding and a screaming baby...ending in the physician looking at me and saying "don't you have a bottle or a pacifier or something you can give him?" um, don't you think I'm trying everything I can? Believe it or not, I like listening to him cry less than you do. And then "is he tired?" I'd say after 2 hours of being messed with he's probably exhausted. I would be too.

That first visit was a catastrophe. Then came a chat at church with a friend. Who just so happens to be a nurse who works with an ophthalmologist who has kids similar in age to mine. She chatted with him, and he offered to follow Jasper's care locally. So appointment number two was made.

Friday I took Jasper (while that same nurse friend watched Mason) to the new appointment. Poor thing had to go through it all again. This time, faring much better. Amazing how much a difference it makes to be seen by someone who likes and understands children. What a relief! Still a long visit- this time 3 hours, but much more bearable.

We were sent from that visit up to the pediatric specialist at Wilmer Eye Institute at Johns Hopkins in Baltimore. There were some options to have the surgery done locally, but when it comes to your children, the best is the only thing good enough. And, as Wilmer is the best in the world, that's where we're going. (Praise God our insurance covers it there!)

So up to Wilmer I went yesterday. I noticed in the morning when Jasper woke up, a swelling under the skin along his eyebrow. How fortunate I am already heading to an appointment, I'll just add it to my questions for them, I thought.

My mom graciously agreed to come help me manage the boys. I really couldn't have done it without her. We were there for 5 hours. A blessing in disguise, really. After seeing a pediatric optometrist (in a word: awesome. in many words: awesome, fantastic, willing to make a fool of herself by singing the wheels on the bus at the top of her lungs), who ran the same battery of tests, she deemed surgery was necessary. She took pity on the 3 hour drive we made, though, and arranged the surgeon to meet with us that day. We just had to wait around for her to finish up her morning surgeries.

Several hours later, the opthamalogist was out of surgery and did the same (good grief, why do they each have to do it for themselves?!!) tests. For the fourth time, we were informed surgery was necessary. There was one other option, though. Botox. That's right- apparently Botox was originally created for strabismus surgery, to help relax the muscles. My brain, though, just can't wrap myself around that, so we are headed down the road to surgery.

The diagnosis is Infantile Esotropia with Amblyopia (a form of strabismus). Wait. Don't go googling it. It'll mess you all up and you'll think you know things and they won't be right. I'll explain it all, and trust me, after speaking with four pediatric specialists, it's different then what you might have read, or have had a friend experience.

There are different types of strabismus. You might be familiar with the type where a child wears glasses, and at times an eye patch. This is not the type that Jasper has. His vision in itself does not need correction.

The muscles on the inside of his eyes (next to the nose) are pulling his eyes (mostly his right) inward and up. His brain alternates which eye he sees out of to prevent seeing double. Because his left eye gets more use, there is a concern his right eye will become weak. We are unable to do the surgery until the eyes are strong enough to have a chance the surgery will work.

We are patching Jasper's eyes (currently only the left, but will most likely alternate) to strengthen the eyes and train his brain to use both eyes all of the time.. In four weeks, we will travel back to Wilmer to be reevaluated. If the patching worked, then we will proceed with surgery to correct the muscles pulling the eyes inward.

The procedure involves cutting the interior muscles and moving them further back on the eyes, so the exterior muscles can tighten and hopefully pull the eyes out. There is a 70% success rate. Meaning: Jasper's eyes could revert and he could have the surgery again over the next years to life.

The "swelling" is most likely a cyst of various tissues that forms where the bones meet. It was recommended to have it removed during his surgery to prevent it from bursting later in life, creating a larger issue. I'm choosing not to concern myself with what else it could be at this point. There's only so much my brain can handle.

The patching is going well. As you can see, he remains in good spirits:

Already, the outpouring of love and support from our church family has been enough to bring me to tears. The benefit of bringing your child to a hospital- specifically a children's one is you see how completely blessed you are when compared to what could be. We rejoice he has eyes that can see! We praise God for giving a select group of doctors the intelligence it takes to perform surgery. We are blessed that we have insurance (and Eric a job) that covers this, and we don't have to think about where the money will come from to pay for it.

Keep us in your prayers, though. For the doctors: may they be wise and sure. For our sweet Jasper: may he have a complete recovery. For our travel. And for the anticipation and worry that comes with having a child that needs surgery. May this help me to trust in Him completely.

"Trust in the LORD with all your heart" Proverbs 3:5

wordless wednesday

2011-09-21T08:00:00.002-04:00

moving day

2011-09-18T14:41:00.000-04:00

We helped friends move this weekend. I love moving, so I joined in their enthusiasm to live near family. So, so jealous. I'd love to live closer to my family. I'd love to have Sunday dinners or weekday breakfast. Those are the fun things they'll be enjoying. Plus adding a new baby in a few months.

The kids hung out and ate donuts. And played. And ate bagels. And ran around outside in the rain wearing socks. Because sometimes you can get away with it.

Tears, prayers and good luck. We'll miss you, sweet Garrity family.

it's back

2011-09-12T15:30:00.002-04:00

Well, since Not Me Monday is back, I thought I'd do a brief one...

I certainly did not leave yet another bag of groceries at the store and then contemplate all morning whether the loss of money was really worth another trip out. I have yet to pick them up.

There's also no way I convinced myself eating a cheap, gross brownie would make my headache go away. After 1,000 mg of drugs didn't touch it. I don't eat calories just to eat. ahem.

Leaving not-so-subtle-hints isn't my thing either. That's why I wouldn't post here, or on facebook about things I might want for Christmas. That's pretty selfish. Nor would I leave websites open with items in a cart for Eric to find.

and finally...I'm not slyly encouraging my three year old to call us by our first names because I think it's hilarious. That's not respectful and I wouldn't do it.

Short, sweet. And a bit pathetic, I'll admit.

summer fair

2011-09-10T21:12:00.002-04:00

Summers are good for some things. That's a lot coming from me. I dread summer with a passion. Hearing the snow melt is enough to find me on the couch, crying, eating a gallon of ice cream. Whether the tears are from the fact that I'm eating a gallon of ice cream, knowing that I'll pay for it later, is still up for debate. I do love cold weather, though.

Summers have their perks. I do love fresh produce. And swimming. I don't like the beach, or heat. I love a good fair. Especially of the free variety. The little church on our mainstreet has hosted a fair for the last two years. It's great.

They have a petting zoo, pony rides, hay rides, tractor rides, fire engine rides, and some homemade train/tractor ride thing. It's the right amount of cheesy hick fun.

Mason has a ball there. For a good four hours he is carted, pulled and driven around the parking lot, yard and block. He ends up a sweaty, sticky mess (from snow cones and popcorn). For a little boy, it's a dream come true.

Yes, you do see Eric and me taking our turns on the rides as well. The pressure you face as a parent to be fun and exciting is unbelievable.

super hero mason

2011-09-08T21:40:00.000-04:00

We don't fight crime around here. Our super hero alter-ego puts out fires and likes being "flown" around while yelling "to infinity and beyond!" ok, I realize we have a few things mixed up. In imagination play, though, I think it's allowable to confuse your superheroes.

The mask is my new favorite thing to make. Amazing how a piece of felt can be endless fun and entertainment. The cape is an extra nursing cover. Poor kid. I really need to find him a real one.

Introducing

2011-08-29T22:23:00.006-04:00

I am in my glory right now, because I am visiting
my sister Melisa who just had her little girl.

Sweet little Matilda Chezlie Shifflett.

Matilda, a favorite name of my mother's father. Chezlie, a homemade female version of my father's father, Cheslav Ignats.

Sweet little peace of heaven, already has stolen her daddy's heart.

Photos courtesy of Nathan Lawrenson .

Visit his photo blog here.

this day

2011-08-22T13:43:00.000-04:00

This day is the kind of day that I dream about each summer day being. This day is a perfect-open-your-windows kind of day. This day has been a play outside kind of day. This day has been a get-a-hose-off-after-spilling-bubbles-on-you kind of day. This day will continue on to be a bike ride kind of day. And maybe a popsicle kind of day.

This day was a stick-your-finger-in-the-new-jar-of-peanut-butter-day.

This day has also been a flower picking day. (It's also a boogie wiping, cookie eating, early morning run, laundry doing kind of day. But you probably didn't want to know that.)

This day was brought to you by:

thanks, Heather, for linking up!

broccoli proof on video

2011-08-17T10:33:00.001-04:00

I've told you Mason survives on broccoli. We try not to make a big deal about it, so he thinks it's normal and keeps eating it willingly and without ranch. The video camera probably didn't help our efforts, but it was too much when we were eating take out (rough days always call for take out), and he refused everything but the broccoli garnish.

Note the outfit. ok, you can only see the shirt. He's wearing "gym shorts". I swore (except I don't) I'd never ever dress my kids in play clothes. And I don't...usually. My sister bought him some play clothes- and I'm in love with the cuteness. Who would have guessed I could stretched beyond the usual polo and khakis? geez. What is this world coming to?

rainy sundays

2011-08-14T13:53:00.001-04:00

Rainy Sundays are good for some relaxation.

It's needed here, after a week of VBS. I spent the week with 5th and 6th graders and my body feels like I've run a marathon. It wasn't physically exerting. I wasn't up earlier than usual. Yet I am drained. A good drained, as it's always a blessing to serve.

I sent out a facebook plea for tomatoes, as the neighbor kids dug up all my produce, leaving only carrots and my zinnias. The response was overwhelming! Looking forward to making some spaghetti sauce for the winter. Now to find someone with basil, as that fell prey to the little diggers as well. Pondering posting my Christmas list on facebook to see if I luck out again. I kid.

In other news, my new running shoes are a dream. Eric has kindly been watching the boys so I can get in a morning run. It's so much easier to wake up at 5:30 to kids bouncing on you than an annoying alarm clock. It's started paying off, too because I stepped on the scale to see I'm 4 pounds lighter than my prepregnancy Jasper weight! That deserves an ice cream sundae! Three more to reach my pre Mason weight. We won't talk about how much to reach my ultimate goal (probably because I don't have a goal, it would only depress me because it would be pretty unattainable, especially since I refuse to diet.).

Getting back to my pre-kid body is another story. I have this theory that you have to loose 15 pounds after getting to your prepregnancy weight and then gain 10 pounds back in muscle to regain your old likeness. At least for me. The hips can't be helped.

Spending the rest of the day finishing some sewing projects for my new little niece who will be arriving in the next few weeks. Name still not decided, although I'm onto them and have an itch they're just keeping it a secret.

Just heard Eric turn on a movie, so I'll leave you now with the scripture memory promise Mason learned this week:

Psalm 48:14

For this God is our God, for ever and ever;

He will be our guide always unto the end.

the catch up one

2011-08-08T16:29:00.002-04:00

It's been a while, so I'll do a catch up post.

We had a great weekend. We threw Mason his first (albeit small, low-key) birthday party. He requested pizza, cake and ice cream. We had it at a pool where the little boys swam and then ran races. We were so blessed with beautiful weather. The forecast promised rain, but the sky was bright blue with upper 80s temps, making it a perfect day! We decided to eliminate gifts and went for a book exchange as I just might go crazy if one more toy enters this house.

It was also fun celebrating with Mason's "birthday buddies"- two little boys that, with Mason, were all born within a week of each other three years ago. The mothers work with Eric, so it was neat doing a get together.

Thankfully, my parents volunteered to come assist. I don't think we could have handled it without them! My mom rocked Jasper to sleep and held him while my dad played games with the boys. My niece Payton came and helped me serve food. Eric and I relaxed and socialized with our guests, and spent time in the pool.

Poor little Jasper got frostbite last week. I let him suck on a frozen teether and (who would have guess in 100 degree heat) it gave him frostbite on his cheeks! We're headed to the doctor tomorrow for a well check, so we'll see what he says. I'm feeling super guilty and horrible.

The little guy also sprouted his first tooth on Friday, started crawling for real on Sunday, pushed up to a sitting position today and started pulling up to standing on things a few weeks ago.

Their favorite thing? Wrestling. Mason can't get enough of Jasper, and always has to be right next to him. Jasper thinks Mason is an absolute crack up and lets out these loud belly laughs when Mason decides to treat him like Peyton Manning and Brian Urlacher him. Speaking of our favorite linebacker, I've been looking far and wide for a 24 month Brian Urlacher onesie jersey, but NFL shop told me they "sold out" last year. Good grief- ever heard of restocking?! If you sold out, doesn't that mean it's popular, and common business sense usually says you'll sell a popular item, thus turning a profit? There must be something I'm not getting. Regardless, I'm on the hunt...

I got to visit Teavana recently. Love. I'm a big fan of tea, and this is paradise to me. Favorites? Lavender Dreams and Almond Biscotti. Ones I'm dying to try? Haute Chocolate and Strawberry Lemonade . And can I tell you how badly I'm dying for one of these? My mom has one, and it makes the.best.tea.ever! I found a more affordable version on amazon and have added it to my Christmas list. (yes, it's August, but I can't help it)

While I'm on my Christmas list, this has also been added:

A double bike trailer. We borrowed a friend's when we went to the beach a few weeks ago and it was a dream. I have visions of riding to the library for storytime, or the pool, or the post office. We received some money for Mason's birthday to go towards the purchase so we are now saving for the rest of it.

OK, enough of the Christmas list before you think bad thoughts of me. We have a busy week ahead of us. It's VBS at church and I'm helping teach the 6th graders. So fun! I love that age, they are so sweet and fun. Mason has a memory verse we're suppose to be learning tonight. We're memorizing Psalm 19 as a family, so I asked if they could just join forces with me and do that instead...give a momma a break for crying out loud!

And with that I'm off to chase the crawling 7 month old and running 3 year old who's insisting it isn't too hot to ride bikes. I'm about to win this battle.

pen friends

2011-08-04T09:23:00.000-04:00

I love writing letters, which is why I was totally excited to see my friend Hannah's new project:

the big three

2011-08-03T21:29:00.002-04:00

My sweet first born turned three yesterday. Three years young. Sweet little joy that gives real big hugs and wet smooches...I mean real live smooches. He's got these thick lips that are to die for.

Eric took the day off and we trekked to the zoo. Just the three of us. He requested ice cream for lunch. Then broccoli and chicken for dinner. We spent the evening swimming and enjoying the sweet little companion that he is.

Can't believe it's been three years since this little blessing came into our lives.

boys need rubber boots

2011-07-19T14:40:00.002-04:00

...because boys like to jump in mud puddles. and sometimes sit in them, too. so I might also recommend a raincoat and hat as well.

yes, I understand Mason is wearing Crocs, not rainboots. He has rainboots...it's just when it's 98 outside and super muggy, rainboots get hot. Don't even ask about the coat, hat...and, yes, those are gloves as well.

that mom

2011-07-14T07:00:00.000-04:00

I've turned into "that mom". The one I said I'd never become. You know, the one with denim jumpers, socks and sandals, and a low ponytail with a ribbon tied around it. wait. I haven't become that mom. (although Eric has mentioned some days I look like an Eastern Shore mom. If you're not from around here, that's not a compliment.) I have, however become the overprotective, sensitive, strict mother that I always made fun of. Before I had kids.

I realized it snuck up on me when I looked at Mason the other day swimming in our pool. He had on water shoes and a life vest. I swore I'd never do that to a kid. After all, water shoes are dorky and flotation devices just delay swimming. Never in a million years would I do that.

I swore I'd let my kids watch movies and not be one of those "super strict, ridiculous" parents who banned Disney movies.

I sat on my high horse as parents fed their kids soda and candy. My kids would only eat healthy, wholesome foods. Any complaints and they'd learn quickly who was boss and their attitudes would instantly change.

I would never, ever put a harness on my child. I am not walking a dog.

Then I had kids. I saw their precious little feet bleeding from the cuts the rough pool side concrete left. I watched them run away from me and jump into the pool without my arms to protect them. I overheard my two year old say words like "stupid moron" after hearing them in a movie. (I've since banned Pixar movies and wrote over harsh words in our children's books) My child can be seen, sitting right next to me, enjoying a bowl of ice cream, or a bag of m&m's. Peas at dinner is a process we haven't quite mastered.

The harness? Well, that has happened, too. Something about narrowly being missed by an SUV can scare even the most opinionated mother into an extra level of protection.

Now the teenage years...those I definitely have all figured out. Just wait and see.

unsolicited advice

2011-07-13T08:10:00.001-04:00

I've spent the last week traveling about, between five homes. My sister is about to welcome her first baby in August, so we threw a few showers and spent some family time.

In general, she doesn't really take advice. She calls it the "Mary Poppins Syndrome". (read: practically perfect in every way) I must say, this baby thing has given us a small door in which to cram as much know-how as we can. So, let the cramming commence. Here, I give you, my list of (eleven) suggestions on handling a baby younger than six months old:

1. dress them in 100% cotton
2. always use one piece outfits
3. forgo denim until a year
4. use diapers one size bigger
5. use Dreft
6. dress in light colors
7. keep a tub of oxyclean handy
8. smile always at her
9. soon she will sleep through the night. fatten her up and it will happen sooner.
10. go out on a date.
11. ponder flipping them over to their bellies to sleep. just ponder it. and lie to your pediatrician that you do it

I might also add to find a pediatrician you like. And trust. And be sure you like their office staff.

practically perfect

2011-07-11T09:24:00.000-04:00

I'm pretty practical...in this universe. In my alternate one, I'm super wealthy and so generous. I do fun things for people and never have to care about the price tag. Until I get my ticket to switch over to that universe, I'm here, and I have to make do.

I'm pretty practical. I love love great ideas. I'd love some more great ideas, so I'm asking you for some ideas for a post that will list them for all to love and enjoy. No suggestions or examples, so we'll see how cryptic this ends up being.

So here it is: what are your favorite practical ideas and solutions?

giveaway for a cause

2011-07-10T14:32:00.003-04:00

good grief I'm behind the times.

with some traveling, and a dying computer...I nearly missed this, and am barely able to notify others! How selfish I feel. Alas.

My sweet friend living in the NorthMidwest-but-with-a-seriously-crazy-southern-accent-that-she-randomly-attempts-to-cover-up-but-isn't-fooling-anyone is having a giveaway to benefit a friend. Read all about it and enter the giveaway here.

down at the shore

2011-06-27T05:35:00.001-04:00

We spent some time at the beach last week. I use that loosely...as we didn't actually spend much time at the beach so much as at the beach area. I was exhausted from a cold and some little boys who haven't been sleeping much. (potty training has reverted Mason to waking up every few hours to use the bathroom) So, when my mom called to say she was 45 minutes away and plans fell through with friends, and would I like some help, I gladly joined her. Usually this is a time I get to see my sisters, too, but I'll get a whole week with them in July, to celebrate my newest niece, due in August.

Eric took a few days off to join us as well, and so, we vacationed.

My mom has this boundless energy and drive. I don't have an ounce of that. Mason thinks he can keep up. Poor thing can't, as I found him like this, as I unpacked the car:

fathers day

2011-06-26T17:47:00.001-04:00

I know I'm a week late, but here's some sweet photos of my three favorites, on Eric's day:

in my free time

2011-06-16T13:00:00.001-04:00

The boys are napping simultaneously. I cleaned the house this morning while they were awake. I did laundry yesterday. Dinner is in the fridge, ready for 4:00 finishing time. That means I can mess around a little. The product of my messing:

thanks, Hannah, for your help!

Mason has decided lately he's just too cool for pictures. I have also decided to try to bury the stigma that only the first child gets pictures taken of them. I've been snapping away as time allows.

Also, our computer is dying...slowly...Eric backed everything up this morning as the blue screen of death is becoming more frequent. Taking bets now as to well it grows legs and walks out...any takers?

peanut

2011-06-07T09:48:00.006-04:00

my sweet little five month old peanut. proving to all that just because we're larger than most, doesn't mean we're slower than most. and that the bigger you are the longer you sleep.

Jasper Gymnastics

2011-06-06T09:11:00.000-04:00

We're rolling, crawling, sitting...and doing some gymnastics as well. Five months old today!

fyi friday

2011-06-03T12:53:00.000-04:00

It's been a while, so here goes:

Did you know the "proper" way to open a window for maximum airflow? You have to open at least two windows/doors- on different sides of the house. Opposite sides is preferable, but you can get away with adjacent walls. This creates different air pressures, allowing the air to be drawn in and then pushed out. If you are lucky enough to own double hung windows, then the window should be opened half way down from the top and half way up from the bottom- allowing the cool air to enter from the bottom and the warm air to exit from the top.

In other news, it's National Donut Day. Donuts happened to be my favorite thing on earth. That makes today a very exciting day for me.

tell you what

2011-06-02T14:24:00.001-04:00

Getting a 2.75 year old to just stay still so I can take this picture for heaven's sake is hard. Real hard. Even if you eliminated sugar from their diet for the days leading up to the big event. Even if you might have given a teensie bit more allergy medicine before nap time to ensure a decent sleep. Those things should equal perfect behavior. Should.
Mason was in a wedding this weekend, and I tried everything I could to get him to be perfect.

Mason, please smile for me

Mason, please stand still and smile for me.

Look at mommy, Mason.

Stop moving, Mason, and look at me please

please buddy, just one...I'll give you a treat...or a surprise...how about a soda...or a new movie??

I guess there's a limit to what the little guys will do. I think he may have smiled for this one, though:

The lovely bride and dashing groom, and the mother of the bride, my friend Sue

Mason and his favorite girl, Emily

Colorado friends who are always good for a laugh and some conversation:

Guess who cut her hair

2011-04-28T12:58:00.002-04:00

You might not recognize me. I had my hair cut. When I go in for a cut, I like to go drastic. Ok, maybe not intensely drastic. But, still. I looked like this a year ago:

My pink highlights grew out. I miss them. I don't think we'll be seeing them anytime soon. My hair had really become quite the Medusa-mess (credit my brother-in-law for that line)...see photo in header.
And, here's what I had done over the weekend:

(how do you like the hold-my-arm-out-and-take-a-self-portrait-deal? Eric's not really into snapping pictures.)
I feel like a news reporter. Well, I did. When Carla (my girl...or, rather, my mom's girl) cut and did a blow-out. It won't look like that ever again. I can never duplicate what they do in the salon. Not only do I not have the talent to blow dry like that....I don't have the time...and I don't spend money on products. I spend money on mousse and hair spray. Not really investments, though...just off the shelf at the drug store. I'll tell you what- she put one product in my hair and when I saw the price tag on the back I nearly choked. $76. Yikes. Well, I enjoyed the look for one day. And I snapped this picture to forever remember it.

the worst of times

2011-04-14T14:46:00.000-04:00

boyohboy do I have my hands full...which is why these posts are getting farther between.

I'll tell you what, learn from your mistakes. Don't relive them. As in, if your two year old has already proven he likes to take brand new tissue boxes out of the closet, tear the box apart and throw the tissues like snow...then he'll do it again in the grocery store when you put three boxes in the cart with him. Seriously, don't you know better by now? I won't mention the fate of the carton of eggs he thought would make a great seat.

Also, if he smiles when you catch him drinking shampoo, hide the bottle...because when you catch him again, you can only really blame yourself.

And then a call from my mom saying, while traveling with my grandparents, my grandfather had a stroke and was in the hospital.

It was one of those weeks...those terrible, very bad, no good, awful weeks. The ones where on Monday you're thinking "good grief. Is it Friday yet?!" And then you dig into that bag/box of hidden toys you were saving for potty training or rewards for good behavior and reveal them, just for some sanity. Tell me it's not just me.

I just couldn't get a grip. I hate feeling out of control. Funny, though, because even when I feel like I'm in control, I'm not even close. God is. I really need to rest in that more. Everything turned around, though. I got a lovely text from my mentor/friend, whom you should know very well by now as someone I don't know what I'd do without...yes, a text from her...as I do most days. She recognized my on-the-verge-of breakdown words (through texting no less! she's got such talent!) and offered to bring dinner. Ah, a nice, homecooked, delicious meal (few can match her kitchen wonders)...and no dishes that I have to clean up after. Amazing how life turns around.

It was then I knew I needed to turn to scripture. Why did I wait so long to do something I know would help? The Daily Bread- a personal favorite for conviction in a bundle- lead me to Luke 12. Secret Sins. Outwardly I can say all I want and do all I can, but if I'm moldy inside, then everything else will fall apart. It's part of the Sainthood chiseling God likes to do to his followers. Painful...yes, usually...but in the end, wonderful.

My spiritual grandmother taught me to start and end in Psalms for some encouragement and prayer. I love praying the Psalms. My words seem so meaningless compared to the lines David wrote. Anyone have a favorite one?

So that's it. We're on Thursday and I'm going to make it. I've refocused and then snapped a few pictures to remind myself of the joys I have:

in between loads

2011-04-04T20:41:00.000-04:00

good grief.

I have a moment to myself...in between loads of laundry and nursing...so you're about to get some verbal disposal.

I've had this insatiable hunger lately. It's ridiculous. I'm pounding away food like I'm a 15 year old boy on the football team. Nursing makes be hungry in general, but this is a never-satisfied-kind-of-hunger. I'm going to blame it on the recent increase I added to my run. It makes me feel better, and gives me an excuse to indulge my bottomless-pit of a stomach. I'm not really into restricting myself. You don't want to be around me when I'm hungry. Ask Eric. Turns out I'm not alone, though. On Thursday I was around several people who hadn't eaten and...well, like I said, I'm not the only one.

Seeing as I spent our entire month's grocery budget on April 1st, though, I'm hoping to find a way to curb my appetite. At this rate, I'm going to eat through our pantry well before the end of the month. I think I might need to head out of the house for extended times. That also helps keep my house clean. When you don't have a 2 year old destroying everything in his path and a 3 month old throwing up on everything, the house can stay pretty orderly. Amazing.

It was nice out today. I could hear the kids on the playground laughing and yelling. Mason and I have yelling contests. Inside. I love loud play. I love commotion. I think I'm alone in this, though. It's caused quite a ruckus at church, as our nursery is right next to our sanctuary. (don't ask why. I've inquired about moving it several times, but you know how change is.) I never notice the noise during service. I love our pastor, because he doesn't mind it either. I always want to tell the nursery workers not to inhibit my child's creative play. He's making a joyful noise.

Back to the kids on the playground, though...next year Mason will turn four and he'll be able to attend pre-K at the little school behind our house. How exciting is that? I can't wait to give him milk money and walk him across the field to play with his friends.

In two weeks I was asked to speak at a breastfeeding seminar. I agreed, even though I'm not exactly a breastfeeding advocate. I do it, but it's private to me, and I don't really like to make a big deal about it. I do it because it's what's best for my little ones...but after 10 months I'm ready to be done. Check that: I'm ready to be done after 6 months. Those extra 4 months are a bonus. Regardless, I'm excited. I love speaking in front of people, and I love education. Plus, they're waving a free, catered lunch in front of me...did I mention how hungry I've been lately?!

So that's it, and my dryer buzzer just went off.

newest family member

2011-04-02T09:26:00.000-04:00

My sister and her husband announced they're expecting a baby in August! As you can imagine, we are beyond excited for them and can't wait to meet the new little one!

guess what

2011-04-01T14:27:00.000-04:00

Can you guess what's going on in this photo? Other than my mom apparently trying to fly and open her mouth as wide as she can.

while she was out we painted

2011-03-30T14:43:00.000-04:00

A month ago, when my mom told me she was headed to my sister's to watch my nieces and nephew while they went away on a (14 years!) anniversary trip, I knew we had to surprise her for her birthday. The best surprise I could think of was to paint her living room. My sister hates to paint. Knowing that she wouldn't care what color we picked, we set to work on our plans.

We got everyone to pitch in...

Even my younger sister came to help.

Needless to say, she was thrilled. And surprised. Happiness all around.

We had a blast. Can I tell you how jealous I am of this deck? It's completely closed in, with a roof...making it a great place for a little guy who loves to be outside play for long hours, all by himself.

It was tough leaving...kind of. My kids stink at traveling, so the idea of sleep was too much of a temptation to stay.

road trip in a day

2011-03-22T16:31:00.000-04:00

We didn't have plans on seeing family this weekend, but when my sister called, that changed. Which is awesome because that meant an impromptu trip to Annapolis to hang out by the water seeing the world's best Grammy (who just so happens to play a mean game of sticks).

And this cuter-than-life couple who are willing to do cheesy poses on the dock in front of people.

Unfortunately, my dad who now goes by the name "Pop-pop corn" didn't make it in any pictures. As usual, he was put to work...this time installing a microwave. I'll get him next time.

update

2011-03-17T12:41:00.000-04:00

I told you I'd post a photo of the new pop-up-book-of-all-pop-up-books. It's pretty much the sweetest book I own...well, tied with my Harry Potter collection. And, if I ever get the Anne of Green Gables collection, it will tie that as well. Here I am "reading" my boys the book. Mason loves it, but is consistently reminded it is my book, not his, and he cannot touch it.

I wear glasses now when I read. Apparently having children does more to your body than widen your hips and make your stomach flabby.

We've been doing a lot of pretend play around the house. Here we are playing pirates. Don't ask me why a yellow rain hat, argyle beanie, and wool winter hat equal pirates, but I don't think Mason really understands what a pirate is- besides the fact when he wants to play it all of the sudden I extend my "r's" and talk in a gruff voice.

I made chili the other night. My first time. Eric told me it was great. I had to apologize because, like all things I make, it will never taste that way again. You see, I think I'm some big time professional. I'm not. Not at all. Randomly, once in a while, things turn out well...but, because no measuring was involved (that's for amateurs, after all!), I can't repeat the success. tsk tsk.

How do you like my fantastic little crocks? They have matching lids, too. I bought them on an adventure to Bulgaria I took years ago. Have you ever been there? You definitely should go. It's a beautiful place, and they don't see many Americans there. Just stay away from the beach resorts in the summer. Unless you're not into wearing bathing suits, either.

staying positive

2011-03-14T13:38:00.000-04:00

In the midst of sickness and being house bound for two weeks, one can get kind of down. Add to that a three month hiatus from formal church service before and after Jasper was born was leaving my soul quite thirsty. So, to regain focus and to try to stay positive, I give you a list of things that have made me smile:

1. A new Daily Bread...quick, refreshing reads
2. A subscription to Better Homes and Gardens (my favorite!) that Eric bought me for Christmas, just got my first issue today!
3. A recipe for White Chocolate Raspberry scones.
4. The most fantastic pop up book I've ever seen, a surprise gift that came to my door! (a picture to come!)
5. A bag of gummy bears in the freezer.
6. Making a pacifier clip...that turned out ~~perfect~~...well, decent enough
7. The extra weight you lose when sick.
8. Jasper on the verge of laughter.
9. Mason telling me he likes broccoli "just a little bit"- hey, that's good enough for me!
10. Daylight savings time. Kind of means the kids slept an extra hour.

What has made you smile lately?

cabin fever

2011-03-06T12:00:00.000-05:00

Just when I thought we had reached a turning point (I mean it has been a week, after all), we regressed. I'm battling a sinus infection, Mason is still battling a cold and ear infection and Jasper decided on Friday to develop RSV. I noticed his breathing seemed "labored", so I took him to the pediatrician...once again...third time in a week. They took one look at his chest and told us to head to the ER. We were given a breathing treatment which seemed to help, so they sent us home with a nebulizer. It has been rough giving a 7 week old breathing treatments. At first he screamed. It didn't help that it feels like I'm gassing him. It also doesn't help that he looks up at me with those glassy eyes as if to say "why are you hurting me?". It's gotten better, though. I know he's too young to figure out that it helps him, but he really seems to have put two and two together. He's even started falling asleep during treatments. Can I just say- if you're going to have to use a nebulizer, it's pretty awesome to have one that looks like this:

"Margo Moo" is her name. Yes, that's a barn shaped carrying case and cow-head nebulizer. We also have a fish shaped face mask. I mean for real! It makes me want to have to use one. And Mason is definitely seeing green...or red and cow as it is. It's helped the whole thing be a lot easier to deal with. It's also helped this little guy breath easier:

This little guy, on the other hand is about to lose it.

You know you've been sick way too long and cabin fever has set in when you hear the garage door open, and find your 2 1/2 year old in his pajamas, bike helmet and rain boots trying to get his bike out. Resigned to the fact I was not taking him out to ride bikes, he decided "waiting for daddy" was the next best thing:

That was all on Friday...Saturday, Eric spent some quality time with the boys so I could rest and try to fight off my own illness.

Mason's favorite activity? Playing in the Jeep, of course! Funny enough (not really, though) it's Eric's favorite thing too. Especially since the addition of new tires...you know, for all that off roading we do.

once again

2011-03-06T00:37:00.000-05:00

Anyone else feeling like I do more makeovers on my blog than I post lately? I do. But each time I think I've fallen in love for good, I go and find a new design that I just have to have. Fortunately, Eric is a patient man...and willing to spend his free time putting it all together.

As always, though, we have some fixing to do. Including some issues with spacing on the sidebars that you'll see. If anyone out there is a genius with that and would like to lend some advice on how to do it, please let us know. It will save hours of "messing with".

I dream in red

2011-02-26T20:47:00.000-05:00

I have this dream of one day having a kitchen with white cabinets and appliances and red accents...think red tile backsplash, red walls...and dishes, of course dishes! I'm having a hard time convincing Eric we should redo our kitchen, seeing as we only built our house three years ago. I was close to getting what I wanted. Somehow, though, when the papers were signed, cherry cabinets and black appliances were in the arrangement. Still confused about how that went down, but moving on...

It didn't help when I found this:

A perfectly lovely set from The Country Door. Note the tea pot. It's taking all I have not to order it. Before you go thinking this is a cheesy write up advertisement for The Country Door, it's not. It's just to show you how I have temporarily satisfied my desire for red in the kitchen. My sweet friend Hannah has a bright red Kitchen Aid Mixer. (side note: aren't they the greatest?! My favorite wedding gift. By far) I've always drooled over her stand mixer. Mine is white. Plain, boring, safe white. Until I found the solution. Vinyl Decals!

Need a closer look? I thought so...

It makes my heart happy. And maybe one day I'll get my red mixer. Then I'll order white swirls to decorate it.

this made me laugh

2011-02-03T21:28:00.000-05:00

and continues to make me laugh every time I look at it.

lately

2011-01-19T21:25:00.000-05:00

lately, I've been a little preoccupied. Mason decided to come down with an illness, and the next day Eric came home an hour after leaving for work with similar symptoms. Our home has been seeing a lot of this:

(apparently newborn exhaustion is no excuse to not show support during playoffs)

Introducing

2011-01-13T21:17:00.000-05:00

our newest little one, Jasper Klein. He came four days "early", on January 6th, but at 9lbs 2oz, I have a feeling the due date predictor was wrong. Proving he has the genes for height, he was an impressive 21 inches long. Sweet as can be, champion sleeper, eater and general lovebug, I couldn't be happier. Mason is thrilled at his new roll as big brother, though jealous at the split of attention. Eric is on cloud nine. I leave now to return to loving on my newest guy, but sign off with this photo:

oh, and lesson learned: don't undertake a blog makeover right before going into labor. It will put a wrench in your plans and have your blog look distorted until you can get your wits about you to fix it. Which might take a while.

lucky me

2011-01-06T05:10:00.004-05:00

I must say it sure is fun when you just can't sleep, so you decide on some internet playing and jump on your blog to find your husband redesigning your blog! Am I lucky or what?!

How do you like the new name? I always felt presumptuous calling myself an artist. This was catchy and recognizes the new little guy who currently is perfectly happy simmering in the crock pot that is my stomach right now.

...more to come...updates, photos, and the completion of the makeover!

christmas wrap up

2010-12-29T10:44:00.000-05:00

I was so honored when my parents and sister offered to come to us for Christmas. Then stressed. My mom has a knack for finding the one corner I didn't clean. (Or in this case, the one closet I shoved everything into). I did the best I could, she found the closet, but all was well. We were blessed with a white Christmas- is there anything on earth better? And, happily, all of those nay-sayers from when I frantically shopped to find extra shovels...and bought Eric snow clothing and sleds for Christmas are now watching me with the last laugh. We had plenty of snow clothing to bundle up the 6.95 adults and a toddler and head out in the storm to go sledding on the golf course. And do a little trailing behind the jeep around the neighborhood before the snow plows came. Fun for all...and it's amazing how much quicker shoveling goes when you have 6 sets of arms instead of one or two.

"Grandpop" excited for the morning to get started...because he has a surprise

The surprise...my mom has been begging to go to Ireland for years. She finally got her wish. He just can't say no to her.

Frolicking in the snow on Christmas Day. My sister and her husband.

Things that make my heart happy: my foyer covered in boots and snow accessories.

Mason helping Grammy make the sweet roll.

Mason helping Grammy with the apple pie.

The newlyweds exchange gifts.

a cup of hot chocolate with some whipped cream

But the gift of all gifts was the week before, when we met my older sister and her family in Annapolis. Buzz Lightyear was waiting for a little boy to ~~completely destroy him~~ ~~drive his parents crazy with all of the sound effects~~ play hardily with him and run around yelling "infini an beyon!"

Such a wonderful time. And to top it off, Eric has off until the New Year. Whatever will I do with myself in January?!

the big thirty one

2010-12-19T22:06:00.000-05:00

It was a birthday to beat all the others: snow on the ground. Cold temperatures. Breakfast in Bed. Four awesome gifts. My sister gave me a new Thirty One skirt purse that I have been craving.
My parents gave me lamps for my bedroom.

My mentor/friend gave me the Harry Potter books (I have been asking for them for years!).

Eric made me a customized Warhol print.

After a breakfast to beat what you'd get in a restaurant (french toast, scrambled eggs- Eric makes the best scrambled eggs, maple syrup sausage), we headed out for "Breakfast with Santa" at the firehouse.

The Santa part didn't go over so well, but the rubbery pancakes did.

So did getting the climb on the fire engines.

We then headed across the street to the library where they gave Mason a free book. He was thrilled. So was I. The rest of the day was spent resting...and playing outside.

All in all, though, my favorite part was what you'll see in this video...Eric had taught Mason to sing Happy Birthday. It took some bribing and several takes, but for your enjoyment:

i tried

2010-12-16T21:46:00.000-05:00

I tried. Eric tried. My mom tried. We sang Joy to the World over and over again these past few weeks. My instructions were to teach it to Mason so he could sing it with the heavenly hosts during the children's program. Around the house, he sang with me. As this video proves, he was not feeling a performance Sunday night.

just an FYI: it is most definitely not me you hear singing in the background. I was in tears from laughing so hard. Not to mention singing isn't exactly a gift of mine.

they said it would snow

2010-12-10T07:31:00.000-05:00

True to the area I live in, I panicked. Not really, but it seemed that way to the store employees when I came in asking about shovels. As I hopped from store to store, they all told me they were sold out. At the end of last year, I wanted to buy two more, so we'd have three. Locals keep telling me that we never get snow like we did last year, which is fine, but we do get that nasty "wintery mix". If I leave that on my driveway, my poor little car doesn't stand a chance of getting out of the driveway. I eventually found my shovels- the exact ones I was looking for. All is well. And I'll be sorely disappointed when we receive an Eastern Shore winter, and not a nice, fluffy one.

Apparently I've been left out of this Starbucks White-Chocolate Peppermint Mocha! I haven't been in there in a while, mostly because they aren't exactly toddler boy friendly...and getting that toddler boy in and out of his carseat usually breaks me out in a sweat, and then the whole idea of a nice, tasty hot beverage just isn't what I want. It just might have to happen, though. It sounds awesome.

Some (more) of my favorite things:
1. Christmas movies- somehow we are receiving the Hallmark movie channel. Awesome because they play 24 hours of Christmas programs!
2. Radio stations that play Christmas music 24 hours a day
3. Our Christmas tree. From a sweet little farm that gave us a bag of fresh to-be-popped popping corn. Started out at 16 feet. I convinced Eric to cut 4 feet off the bottom.
4. Comfort Food. I believe in seasonal foods- I refuse to have mashed potatoes in the summer. Just like there's no grilling in the winter. Come the cold weather, I'm really for my dose of thick, creamy calories.
5. Breakfast with Santa at our Town's firehouse. Double bonus: It's in a firehouse (toddler boy heaven) and there's food with Santa. The locals are an added entertainment benefit.

The information you didn't really need to know: my gifts are all bought, wrapped, and sitting under our tree. I'm wondering now how long before I walk in and find Mason has opened them all.

Christmastizing

2010-12-08T13:51:00.000-05:00

I'm doing a Christmas makeover here. Although there are no guarantees it will be done before Christmas, seeing as I need Eric available for all the html baloney. There was a time and a place I could give him a run for his money...but, being the awesome submissive wife that I am, I promptly "forgot" it all when we got married and allowed him to be the big, strong, computer-savvy manly man. So, for now, we have our awesome Christmas card as a header, that I am waiting for delivery from Shutterfly...did you take advantage of their offer?

In celebration of a Christmas header, and hopefully some more Christmas cheer here to come, I'll let you in on my favorite things of the "season":

1. White Chocolate-Peppermint Hershey's Kisses. yum.
2. Edy's Peppermint Ice Cream.
3. Promise of cold and snow
4. Decorations- which this year I'm finding overwhelming
5. Bugs that are outside, dead, and not trying to sneak into my house and eat me.
6. Christmas cards- with pictures.
7. Flavored coffees. McDonald's Caramel Mocha is heaven to me right now.
8. Munchkins. (ok, not really Christmas-ee, but if you know me, you know my favorite thing is a donut!)
9. Sales. Online sales. Meaning: I can avoid the stores and dressing in disguise so as not to be recognized.
10. My birthday. I'm selfish. I'm a middle child. I love aging. And this year I turn 31!

I'm thinking that list might be growing as the days pass. What are your favorite things?

fyi Friday

2010-12-03T14:47:00.001-05:00

We went to get our tree today. The sweet guy who owns the farm gave me a little trivia that I will now pass to you. I was telling him the type of tree I prefer because I like a nice, soft needle. He told me I should stay away from spruce trees because they have the sharp needles...in fact, birds impale mice on them. Yes, that's right. They fly overhead and fling mice at the trees, using the sharp needles to kill their dinner.

And now I have more than one reason why I don't like spruce trees.

longies revisited

2010-12-01T20:43:00.001-05:00

Remember how much I love these? Well, it can be taken too far:

That's a bit much. Unless no one will ever see it. But someone always will, so you shouldn't bother. (I just may have thought the other day how much I might like my own pair, though. Seeing this picture made me wise up)

And did I mention I now own a pair of little guy wool longies?! Yes, that's right. The incubating peanut will be stylin' in some sweet warm pants I received at my baby shower, thanks to Faith H. I know you're dying to see them. I tried to put Mason in them and snap a picture but it didn't work. (one because they're for newborns and he's a toddler and two because there was no way on earth he was going to stay still for me to document him with them on. smart kid.) That's why you're staring at the red-bearded-weirdo in the photo still. A picture will come, though, because they are fantastic. It will have to wait just a few weeks until Mister J arrives.

shutterfly holiday card freebie

2010-11-20T21:25:00.000-05:00

ooo, freebie...how can you not love hearing that?! That's why I had to jump on the wagon. Instantly. I love receiving holiday cards in the mail. (That's a nod to my Jewish friends out there) I send them so I hopefully get more. Sometimes, you get the disappointing ones though. You know, the ones that are just signed. No update, hello, or worse still, no picture? I mean, seriously, what's a holiday card without a picture?! Even if I see you every day, it's nice to see what you look like when you're trying hard. (don't lie. I know you do your hair and makeup extra special and pick out that outfit that takes of the extra weight you gained over Thanksgiving. I'll admit it: I do.)
This year the thought did cross my mind to forgo Christmas cards. With a baby coming in January, it just seemed redundant. Well, clear your fridge, because you'll be getting two photo cards from me (if you're nice and on my list) within a month. I just can't say no.
Not convinced? Or thinking about doing it the boring way? Check out this fun card from Shutterfly. Bonus: room for three photos!

And my Jewish friends? Like I said, I like them from you, too...although you don't have to pick up the red and green ones. Shutterfly sends you love in your colors as well.

I am understanding, though. Sometimes life is hectic. If you start now, though, you can get out Valentine's Day cards in plenty of time! I'm thinking this would be a great way to introduce our new baby!

Want to join the free fun? You should! And you should send one to me, too when you get them! Go here!

the one where I ramble

2010-11-14T20:51:00.001-05:00

Things that make my heart happy:

Ridiculous birthday parties. I'm really starting to enjoy these. Mason and I had been battling colds, so we headed to the doctors for some prescriptions so that we could still join the festivities. He had antibiotics. I had antibiotics with a chaser of sudafed and robutussin. Quite the cocktail, but it worked.
Mason about to be pummeled by the "city kids" (daycare kids from the city):

Don't worry, I had my revenge on them. No one beats up on my kids and gets away with it. Even if you're 4.

Eric and Mason working side by side in the garage. Eric building Christmas gifts. Mason scratching the paint with his toys on Eric's Jeep.

All things green and purple. Seriously. I want my life surrounded by those colors together. I love green. It was my childhood favorite. Why? Because I thought no one else liked it and I felt bad for it. Then, my parents took our family to a parade and my dad bought my sisters and me each a balloon. Mine was purple with a green ribbon. My dad tied it around my wrist. I thought it was the most beautiful thing on earth. Eric recently bought me a camera strap cover with those colors. (I reference it here)

And, this little face. I love a good closeup. Helps you see boogies and dry skin easily. And milk crusties from his morning cereal around his lips. Still scrumptiously huggable, though!

surely i am not the only one

2010-11-07T22:09:00.000-05:00

Have you ever

   driven to a store to throw a diaper in their trash can because it smelled that bad?
   managed to see a doctor and visit walmart every day in a week?
   ~~wasted~~ spent 30 minutes of your life getting a price adjustment for $4?
   left websites up on your computer with items in cart to "hint" to your husband to buy them for you?
   and then, weeks later, when it seems he hasn't clued in, jokingly bring up the situation and then retry?
   thought pouring rain would be perfect weather for an outdoor photo session?
   busted out wooden spoons because you were tired of your hand hurting at 9am?

...yea, me neither.

On a bright note, however, I was on my way to the store anyway, they weren't all sick visits to the doctor, $4 is $4, my husband bought me the carted item as an anniversary gift, the photos really rocked (you have to love talented friends), and wooden spoons seem to mean business when disciplining.

fyi friday

2010-11-05T09:21:00.000-04:00

I don't know about you, but the bed bug infestation had me completely on edge. My neighbors had them and I remember watching the process it took to remove them- and the bill that came along with it.

So, with that, did you know that bed bugs can live up to one year on a single feeding? And as they feed on human blood, they'll just hang out waiting for you to return. Makes me itch every night just thinking about it.

halloween and ween and ween

2010-11-02T21:32:00.000-04:00

We celebrated a lot of Halloween this weekend which, if you know me, you know I loved every minute. Especially mixed with the 55 degree weather. Halloween is tied with Easter as my favorite holidays. What's not to love about costumes and free candy?

Our town decided it just had to be different and celebrated trick or treating on Friday night. We had friends over with a son Mason's age and headed out. I could only get Mason to say "treat or treat". Smart kid. He also ran around roaring, compliments of his Aunt Kimmie who taught him the trick. It fit perfectly with his ridiculously adorable dragon costume. My favorite yet.

Evan the Robot and Mason the Dragon

Sunday we headed South to celebrate some more:

Getting the hang of it and becoming a pro:

because they are that cute

2010-11-01T13:55:00.001-04:00

Tell me these aren't just the most adorable things you've ever laid eyes on. They're wool longies. And I crave them. I didn't bother with Mason because we weren't using prefolds, but I can't resist them, even if I cheat and only use them as pants.

from Etsy

from Llamajama

not just cake and ice cream

2010-10-28T14:47:00.000-04:00

What happens when you have a ridiculously creative friend? You get invited to a birthday party that's farm themed.

Complete with a hay bale mountain to climb on:

Miniature horse rides:

A petting zoo with pigs, hens, rabbits, goats, and ponies:

Cupcakes to resemble the animals

And the notorious attempt at a group photo:

Followed by a night's rest of 13 hours.

a trip to six flags

2010-10-19T19:17:00.000-04:00

We took Mason on a special outing this weekend...

to see his favorite character...

It was priceless to watch his face see the trains "for real"

and actually get to ride some of them

there were some moments...naturally, he was working on no nap...

but mostly awesome times

a beautiful day paired with an almost empty park

and complete focus on a two year led to a fun day and a toddler that slept 15 hours that night.

any guesses

2010-10-13T14:06:00.001-04:00

Any idea as to what on earth I'm doing here?

I have a feeling it's obvious, but in case it's not, here's the scoop. I found an awesome dress. It's purple. With white. I've had a hard time nailing down a pair of shoes that would look just right with it. Odd, because true to my sex I own plenty. I decided it needed a pair of silver shoes. And not just any silver shoes, awesome silver shoes. I mean seriously, if you're buying silver shoes why bother with boring ones? We're headed to a wedding this weekend, so the search commenced. I'm kind of anti-open toed shoes. Especially at weddings. Call me old or old fashioned, but I believe in nylons, close toed shoes and a matching purse. And arm coverings. Unless it's sweltering and the bride thought it would be just great to watch everyone's makeup melt off their faces. (I've been to three of those. I was tempted to take my gift back.)

I found them: the perfect pair. Almost perfect. There was a cutout at the bottom for your toes to peep out. They were too perfect, and I had to do it. In the back of my mind came a voice that screamed to the front of my mind "hose without toes!!". I picked up two pairs. Naturally they don't come in maternity sizing. I attempted to wear them, but after nearly passing out, I decided it was time for an experiment. Wasn't I fortunate to find something in Mason's toy bin to be just about the circumference of my waist. So, they're hanging out, stretching until the big day.

Eric's thrilled about the shoes- benefits of marrying a designer: they are just as excited as you are about crazy fashion trends. He's thrilled about the dress and happy I'm happy about the nylons. The final thing on the list: the purse. He doesn't know about that yet. It's arriving in the mail on Saturday. It's silver. How fitting.

it was about time

2010-10-10T16:07:00.002-04:00

...apparently it's been a while. A lot has happened. Some things needed prayers. I didn't ask because couldn't we all use prayer? A lot of things are amazing. I'll give it to you in easy-to-read Christmas card-like bullets. Because I like you and all.

Friday Eric and I celebrated 5 years! Five years of wonderfulness, five years of peaks and valleys, five years with the only guy that could put up with me that long. Five years with my best friend. To not bore you with the photos again, see this post from last year. We celebrated in sweatpants on the couch, watching a movie and eating a dinner we cooked together followed by a dessert we did not.

Eric now counts himself among Maryland's newest licensed architects! Ten months of studying 45+ hours a week and seven tests later we are thrilled to close that chapter! I couldn't be more proud. His diligence in studying and focus proved beneficial as he ended up passing each exam (the only one in his firm to do so!), all while working two part time jobs, his full time position, and trying his hardest to spend time with Mason and me. This was especially important because I was extremely exhausted.

Exhaustion coming from being pregnant! Baby Boy number two is coming this way in January! That was some fun news to give him the extra bit of push to finish up the tests. We're nearing the end here, just a couple of months left and all is well. Eric bought me a denim miniskirt to make me feel special. I love my denim miniskirts. I think I'll buy one in every size so I can always wear them. Scratch that. That could end up a hideous outcome. Seriously, though. Denim miniskirts and stilettos might be my favorite thing. My version of jeans and a t shirt.

So that means this blog needs a title update. The designer of this greatness is a few months away from being able to design an updated header. Anyone with graphic talents willing to help me out?

I am bitterly boycotting the fall because it is refusing to clock in this year. That's right. I have my air conditioning on even though it's 75 outside. This summer killed me. Honestly, though, anything above 60 kills me. I melt. I'm grumpy. I refuse to do anything. Childish, I know, but I don't remember ever claiming to be the pinnacle of maturity. Ask my sisters. They'll validate that for you.

I am also trying to postpone potty training. I think it boils down to laziness. Really I should just buckle down and get it over with- especially before the baby comes. It's ridiculous, though. How many two years old self potty train. He keeps telling me he needs to use the potty and I groan and wonder why he can't just enjoy going in his diaper like normal kids. He's not old enough to understand the reward system, so I don't really have much to encourage it with. I did buy a set of Thomas undies (aren't you jealous), so I might be making the plunge here soon. That kid can't resist anything with Thomas on it.

Sundays here now that football season has started:

Good to be back, dear friends!

2010-07-19T15:25:00.002-04:00

...can't believe my sweet little Mason Lasken will be 2 years old in just a few weeks...

do it yourself haircut

2010-04-30T13:32:00.002-04:00

Is your kid's hair starting to look a little Charlie Bucket-ish and less David Beckham?

Then it's time for a haircut. You could spend the money and take him to a salon. Or you could do it yourself.

Step 1:

sit child in bathtub, preferably with toys and snacks

Step 2:

remove clothes from child and fold neatly on toilet seat cover

Step 3:
snip away until you've cut too much off the front and not enough off the back

Step 4:
give the top a little spike with that organic baby hair gel you just had to have.

Step 4:

sit back and enjoy the $20 you just saved yourself

text a picture to your husband because you know he'll be thrilled the mop is gone

best idea yet

2010-04-28T12:53:00.000-04:00

Man, when I heard this one, I thought "genius!"

My sister told me when her husband had a death in the family, his mother bought potted plants to arrange at the funeral! After the service, my sister and others got to take home the plants, instead of having to throw away cut flower arrangements. What a great way not to waste money! Her MIL even went so far as to call my sister and ask what kinds of plants she would like! As an added bonus, they kind of act as a memorial...if you're into that, which I'm not...but it's cool if you are. Plus, think of how green-like you'll be using something reusable!

Triple bonus points for the thoughtful MIL!

riding bikes

2010-04-26T13:29:00.000-04:00

We love riding bikes. Fun fact, I just got a new one! You won't see it here, though. It's still in a box. That's what happens when no one is around to put it together. Soon, though, but for now, I ride my mountain bike. I actually got the new bike as a Valentines day gift. It's a beach cruiser that I've been eye-ing up for years. And because I must be someone special or something, along with it came a wicker basket for the front and a bell!

Mason loves tagging along in his seat behind me. Recently, though, we received bike hand-me-downs. Yes, with an "s", making it plural. We have three little kids bikes, with 2 more on the way! My neighbor buys bikes for her grandkids and as they outgrow them, Mason benefits. It's wonderful. They're different sizes, which is nice. One is bright blue and red, the other two are pink and purple.

Mason, of course, loves riding the bike that's too big for him. The pink princess bike. Disney princess.

Good for you rejecting gender stereotypes, little buddy! I'm so proud you are so confident in yourself that you will ride a pink and purple bike.

Your father, on the other hand, isn't thrilled. So, when you see him, if you could hop on the red and blue bike.

Thanks, it means a lot.

Civil War Ball

2010-04-25T20:19:00.000-04:00

I'll bet we didn't do the same thing last night. Unless you went to a Civil War Ball as well. Then, ok, we did- and I want to see your photos.

This pretty lady invited Eric and me to a ball, and made me a skirt. Such talent!

I was able to piece together some basics already in my wardrobe for the rest of the ensemble. I borrowed a hoop skirt.

My neighbor's mom did my hair. Major hold products and bobby pins were happening.

Eric had to work, so I attended with a friend who's significant other was busy as well.

It was so much fun dancing, and quite a number of people really knew what they were doing!

How cute are these two?! I can't wait for Mason to be old enough to attend.

The lovely Lauren and Barbara. They are the originals that encouraged everyone else to come.

If you ever have the opportunity to attend a historical ball and are interested in something different to do, I highly recommend them! Now to find a Regency Era ball...that's right up my alley!

fyi friday

2010-04-23T07:38:00.002-04:00

Eric is helping me out with this one...because using the correct building material name is so important and all.

(Stephanie... it is important.)

Concrete vs. Cement

Concrete is a very common building material. You see it everyday in many different applications... sidewalks, building foundations, building walls, retaining walls, bridges, etc. Concrete is usually constructed in two different ways: concrete masonry units (or CMU block) and poured-in-place (formed) concrete. CMU blocks are pre-manufactured 16"x8"x8" blocks that are stacked in order to form foundations and walls. Poured-in-place concrete is the concrete you see being poured out of rotating "cement trucks" (another misnomer...) into plywood forms. Sidewalks, parking garages and concrete floors are common applications of poured concrete.

Here's where the rubber meets the road... follow closely. Concrete is generally made up of four parts (I say "generally" because technically there are admixtures that are added to create special types of concrete):
- aggregate (sand, small stones, or large stones... or a mixture, depending on the application)
- fly ash (an industrial by-product... pre-consumer recycled material for those Green folks out there)
- water
- portland cement

Did you catch that? Cement is a component of concrete, not a substitute. Portland cement is a type of binder (or glue) that holds the other hard components together. As the water evaporates, a curing process (a reaction between the water and cement) makes the concrete harden in place. In building applications, generally a concrete floor has cured enough in 7 days that you can walk on it, but it takes 28 days for the concrete to reach it's full bearing capacity.

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wow. that's pretty in depth.

better today

2010-04-20T13:41:00.000-04:00

So yesterday didn't go just right. Well, that was yesterday and this is today. (duh)
Today I brought my car in for an oil change. I was told in a commercial over the weekend that changing your oil is the single most important thing you can do for your car. I don't really agree. I think not driving your car over a cliff would be more important. But what do I know.

A few things stink about moving. (nice segue, right? I'll tie it all in, sit tight) Leaving the Chinese food restaurant that you grew up with and makes what you consider proper Chinese food, and losing your mechanic, who you trust and bake cookies for at Christmas.

The mechanic part has been an issue around here, because I refused to believe anyone down here knew anything worthwhile (I have just reason-I was totally taken advantage of in the first month of moving here while having my car inspected). Simple solution? Just drive it back to your old mechanic whenever you need service, even if they are three hours away. That was getting old, but the cord was finally cut when the economy hit and they had to shut down. Sadness all around.

Good news, though, as promised. I have, on occasion, brought my car to a local place. I needed new tires and they gave me a killer deal. A week later I ran over a nail or a knife or wooden stake and punctured one of the tires. The guy replaced it...completely free!

So it wasn't such a terrible thing to have to go in for an oil change. The owner is really nice, the guys don't cat call and whistle (which could be more due to my post baby body and not their gentlemanly-ness). Plus, for under $20 they'll change my oil and rotate my tires. If you're a car person, that might not impress you, but I'm not, so it impresses me.

I figured I'd take Mason to the paint store to pick out some ridiculous red color to paint my kitchen (oh yes I am) and then to the park to play. While in the shop waiting to be checked in, I read a sign, and for your enjoyment snapped a picture with my in-no-way-an-iPhone-but-I-wish-it-were:

Yes, that's right. High speed wireless internet, clean restrooms, coffee...and, wait for it...a massage chair and tv. Sweet. I told the guy to give me a call when the job was done and I was headed for the park. He said I could hang out if I wanted, it wouldn't be long. I assured him that the place would be destroyed by the gnome by my side if I stayed. He chuckled and told me he was prepared for it, walked to his office and came out with two (brand new in the package) matchbox cars! Mason's eyes got wide and a smile crossed his face.

I told him to chose one. He denied the yellow one for the red souped up bug with wood trim and played happy as a clam.

I got to sit and watch The Today Show while he drove the car around. We made a ramp out of magazines (The Metropolitan's- if you're local) and forced it to dive bomb off the edge.

It was great. He was entertained. I was relaxed. My car is running well. We left to pick out paint (which I finally had to describe as a "gay red" because they kept handing me burgundy) and then stopped at the park for a while.

What an improvement over yesterday. Oh, and now I'm elbow deep in diaper grime. Fortunately it's nice out so the smell is blowing right out the windows, combining with the lovely Eastern Shore smell of chickens.

disregard that

2010-04-19T22:18:00.000-04:00

If you follow, you might have just read something about a new blog. No new blog...for me, at least. They were notes for a project that joins efforts that I reference in the last post. I deleted the post, but, as you know, it's already on the dashboard forever.

alas.

one of those days

2010-04-19T13:36:00.001-04:00

Do you ever have one of those days? Man, it's been one over here. I know it will be when I have to run errands to one of three stores- Michaels, Sams, or Babies R Us. In my opinion their business model is a big fat fail. Well, maybe not the business model, because they must be doing something right or else they'd be closing down shop. Their customer service, on the other hand, is major stink-o. At least in my experience.

It should have been a great day. Mason woke up at 6:45, which meant we could head to the gym super early (I'm a morning person. The earlier the better.). He was an absolute doll while I ran (unlike on Saturday). I was able to run through my current injury- achilles tendonitis. Apparently I now have to invest in new running shoes to relieve the problem. Which I'm not going to because mine are sweet and I love them. Not to mention decent running shoes are expensive. Around our house decisions are made by "do I want this, or do I want dinner tonight?". And, because I'm a parent and all, I have to choose dinner, because I'm told starving your kid so you can have some new treads is grounds for intervention/removal. So I'm told.

Yea, so, the run was great. I was able to have a nice early shower, breakfast and then off to the store. Unfortunately, I had to hit two of the three fails. I slipped into Michaels to see if they had something for a project I'm working on. I found three different salespeople who pointed towards three different areas of the store, saying "we don't have that- but look over there". Fail. I bought something anyway, even though I hate supporting that because I had already made the trip there and I had a coupon. I love me some coupons. (it hurts me to write with such poor grammar, but that cracks me up for some reason.)

Then I had to head to Sams. You never have to go to Sams in reality. I mean seriously. They charge you just for walking in the door. Plus, there's two of us in this house. Do I really need a 5 gallon jug of olive oil? It's also always great to see the three out of twenty available lines open for check out. And I love the two "surveyers" who are making sure everything is orderly-or something. Fail.

Then there was the grocery store. I've never received so many angry looks. I have no idea what I did wrong. Mason was sleepily laying his head on my back, while I had him in the carrier, not making a sound. I was picking up a few odds and ends. Seemed every aisle I went down someone was snarling at me. I wanted to sit in a corner and cry. But then, I'm 30, not 3. I settled for blushing a lovely shade of crimson, grabbed a few bags of frozen veggies and checked out.

Success was coming home and watching Mason help me unload everything and put it in the pantry. And the pair of shorts I bought in my size were too big. And my freshly shampooed carpets...definitely success.

setup for failure

2010-04-17T12:24:00.000-04:00

I should have known it wasn't going to work out. Having a run on a Saturday was a luxury I could only dream of. Why then, when Eric headed off to work, did I kid myself into thinking I could get away with it?

I mean, why not really?

I should have turned around when Mason fought me against getting in the stroller.

I should have turned around when I realized I forgot to pack ~~snacks~~ entertainment.

I should have turned around when I was interrupted by the little guy just 3 minutes into my run.

I should have turned around when he interrupted me again at the 5 minute mark.

And again at the 10 minute. And then the 13 minute.

But I didn't. I waited until that little kid pulled the plug out of the floor, causing the treadmill to come to an abrupt, sudden stop, and me, running full force, into the control pad/handle bar.

That is when I turned around. And headed home.

fyi Friday

2010-04-16T10:12:00.001-04:00

Did you know it is physically impossible to lick your own elbow? Go ahead. Prove me wrong...and send me a picture while you're at it.