Tuesday, March 31, 2009
We've been on the road constantly for almost a month and are finally home and settling in and my throat decides that this would be the perfect time to declare war. I knew I should have had those pesky tonsils removed years ago.
In other news, there is no other news. I need you to come over and make me soup. This happens to be Big Daddy's busiest week at work in a long time and I have a calendar full of fun stuff that starts tomorrow so I need to be better STAT.
Can I tell you how bad it is to be stuck at home sick? Let me give you a hint. I'm watching The Rachel Ray show almost voluntarily. People, call 911. I'm clearly delusional. It helps that the hot doctor from Grey's Anatomy is on. You know, the one who just got back from Iraq and was dating Christine before he tried to off her in her sleep. I can't think of his name right now. Probably because I'm thisclose to asking McDreamy for a brain transplant after watching an hour of Rachel Ray.
In closing the most random post ever, I'll tell you that I'll be posting Hurley's latest shenanigans tomorrow. He's lucky he's so cute.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
This picture is perfect. It embodies exactly how much Sister loved this whole trip. She took everything in, little by little. She didn't want to miss a thing. I loved watching her totally fall in love with the magic that makes up Disney World.
This, on the other hand, is more how Brother approached the trip. He was happy to be there but he wasn't afraid to pout at the Happiest Place on Earth. I also loved watching him take it all in, even with the pouting.
Big Daddy found a new lady while we were there. I'm not really concerned. She's cute but she has sort of big ears.
I may get to share more pictures and stories
when if I catch up on laundry. If you don't hear from me in a couple of days, you can safely assume that I'm buried under dirty socks and I'm in need of help.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Brother: Sister, you look so cute in that new shirt!
Sister: Thanks, Brother. You look handsome.
Brother: Thanks! I didn't think I liked these shorts but then I put them on and looked in the mirror and I was like, WOW! I don't even recognize myself!
If Clinton and Stacey are looking for a cute (albeit a little short) sidekick, I think I have their guy.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
This past weekend, we had our neighbors over two nights in a row, first for dessert and the next night for games. They are great people and we love spending time with them. After they left on the first night, Big Daddy and I were talking about how we should have them over more often.
Later, as I was picking up before bed, I was still thinking about our night. There was a time when we had people over every Thursday for game night. In fact, we had people over a couple of times each week. I realized how much I miss that. Of course, life is different now. We have kids and schedules and blah, blah, blah.
Honestly, the kids and schedule and blah, blah aren't the reason we don't have friends over more often. It's because of my perfectionism. I'm not going to lie and tell you that my house is always perfect and clean. I will tell you that you (or anyone else) will never see it if it's not. Unless I have the time to get things just so, I just can't invite people in to see it. This is where the kids, schedule and blah, blah come in. It's a rare occurrence lately for the house to be perfect and still live life.
What I realized that night was that my perfection is causing us to miss out on spending time with wonderful people that we genuinely like. Not just our neighbors but so many of our other friends also. Because I've been holding on to this idea that in order for people to have fun at our house, there can't be any crumbs under the table or dust on the shelf, we're all missing out on what's most important in life: relationships.
I'm making progress. The second night, I picked up much less before they came over and I even wore my comfy pants while they were here. You know what? They didn't even notice the crumbs under the table and they wore their comfy pants, too. We had even more fun than the first night.
I don't know when I picked up this habit of thinking that things have to be perfect but I'm letting it go. I'm learning that I'm really the only one that cares about dusty shelves. I don't notice it when I visit others and they aren't whipping out the white glove when they visit me. That's not why they're here. It's time for me to stop letting perfection get in the way of living.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
We adopted Hurley this past weekend and have spent this week falling in love with him. We've been wanting to get a lab puppy for a long time and when we saw him, we knew he was ours.
Both kids adore him but let me tell you about the relationship he has with Sister. She's been begging for a dog for so long. She falls in love with most animals right away and he was no different. She loves him in a way that has been so amazing to watch. The feeling is mutual, by the way. When she leaves the room, he follows her. When she comes downstairs in the mornings, he is beside himself to get to her. They have formed a bond so deep already and watching them together reminds us of why we wanted a puppy.
Sharon has written Rules for Raising Daughters and one of those rules is about getting them a pet. (By the way, they are all worth reading. They totally changed the way I look at raising a daughter!) When I read it a year ago, I knew that she was right. Sister is (like Sharon's sweet Jane) made to be a Doggy Mom. We have visited the local animal shelter almost once a week for the longest time and I can't tell you how many times we've left with her in tears because she wants to bring so many of them home. Watching the transformation in her in the last week has been nothing short of incredible. She's taking responsibility for Hurley, learning his potty cues, rewarding him and being very over protective of him. The only problem is reminding her that carrying him around like a baby isn't really going to work in a few months when he outweighs her so she should let him practice walking now. The first day here, he was afraid to walk off of the rug in the living room so he'd sit and whine until she came and picked him up. Again, it's all fine now but in six months when he's 50 lbs. heavier, not so much.
Big Daddy is even falling for the little guy. He was the one who got up countless times with him the first couple of nights and patiently took him outside in the freezing cold. He kept him company while we traveled to NC and they had a grand time without us. Most of all, Big Daddy is thankful for Hurley because our weekly trips to the animal shelter (with at least one of us crying) are over for a while.
By the way, I know you LOST fans out there appreciate our tribute to Jorge Garcia with his name, right?
Sunday, March 1, 2009
If you're a Mom, I'll give you a second to get caught up in your own daydreams.
Yesterday, I left Big Daddy and the kids at home while I went out for a few hours. I didn't have anything pressing to do. There were no errands that needed to be done. In fact, I didn't even know where I was going when I left the house.
Here's what my afternoon looked like:
Get in the car and pop in a CD. Crank it loud because that's the only way Beastie Boys should be heard. (Don't start judging me yet, there's plenty of time for that.)
Go to the mall and score a FRONT row parking spot, a feat that should earn me a medal on a Saturday afternoon.
Walk around the mall at my own pace, wandering in an out of as many stores as I want. Actually try on clothes in a real live dressing room without anyone crawling on the floor to peek at the person in the stall next to us. Do not stop at Claire's because there's no five year old girl there to beg me. Pause for a moment to think about going into Claire's to get a surprise for the five year old girl but banish the thought when I realize Gap is having a sale next door.
Back in car, crank up the Brass Monkey and sing loudly. (Don't even act like you don't love the Brass Monkey.)
Wander aimlessly around Target without stopping at the
Buy myself a Cherry Coke Zero on my way out of Target without the dress. Because nothing comforts me like a Cherry Coke Zero. Except maybe a real Cherry Coke but that comfort brings calories.
On my way out of the shopping center, I saw something that I've been hoping to see for weeks. GIRL SCOUTS. WITH COOKIES. Don't ask how many boxes I bought because I'm not telling. (It rhymes with heaven.) This comfort also brings calories but they don't count because it's a good cause. (Yes, you may judge now.)
I finished my aimless wandering and headed home, satisfied. Next time I see a meme with the question about a free afternoon, I'll totally know how to answer. Next time I have a free afternoon, I won't be lured by Mossimo and his trick zippers.