Thursday, May 27, 2010

Girly Attitude

The other night, I said to Keira, "Come on, let's get in the tub."

She looked at me, put up her hand in a stopping motion, and said,

"WAIT."

Then ran off.

She's not even two years old.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

What happens when mom doesn't take a sick day?

Or... When I fall apart, I really fall apart.

A week ago Sunday, I fell down the stairs.  There were no children involved, no items in the way, nothing remotely possible to cause the fall except for me being an idiot.  But whatever. 

Anyway, around that same time, both the boys started with colds, coughs and fever.  No biggie, we are used to it.  Hit me with a fever of 105 in either of the twins, we just get out the motrin and move on with our day... it's so common for those twinkles.  Sprained ankle Sunday also started out with a tickle in my throat, which again - completely normal.  Kids get sick, I get sick.  No biggie.  Keira came home from daycare on Tuesday with a fever.  Of course.  On Wednesday, my throat hurt.  My nose was stuffy.  It was the day before graduation and someone was depending on me.  Sprained ankle, stuffy nose, whatever, I went to work.  Thursday was a 13 hours day.  I sat down long enough to eat some pizza for dinner.  Friday, although completely exhausted - more exhausted then I ever remember being even with pg w/ twins! - I again went to work, helped move tables, plants, chairs, boxes... getting the rooms back to the way they were pre-graduation ceremony...

So my weekend sucked.  Along with my cold that was getting worse, not better, I noticed on Saturday that I couldn't taste anything.  Nothing at all.  Which was when I realized, I could not smell anything.  Not even the bottle of nail polish remover I was using, a couple big sniffs of that and nothing... well nothing except a weird happy feeling..... ;)   I even tried a jalopeno pepper.  Nothing.

I can't remember the last time I felt that crappy.  So after Keira' PT on Monday morning, I went to see my doctor, only she wasn't available, so I saw her physician's assistant.  Now I have not had the best luck with PAs.  They tried to give me one when I was pregnant with the twins.  She had been out of school for 6 months and I was her first "twins" case.  No thank you.  She told me I had identical boy/girl twinsYeah sure, because that's how that works.

This PA was nice. I told her I had a sinus infection because my head hurt above my eyes, and that I couldn't smell, so therefore I wasn't eating.  She told me it was just a cold.  Really, a cold that lasts more than a week and never got even a bit better?  She looked at my ankle, which still hurts btw, and told me it's just a sprain.  Eh, I will give the pain another week then get an x-ray.  She told me I had wax in my ear and that they would clean it out so I could hear better.  Gross, but ok, I guess.  However, do I really want to hear all the screaming/crying/yelling that goes on in my house???

By noon, I was on my way to work. To two very important meetings.  Rather than take it easy at this point, I figure, I might as well go in to work.  It's peaceful there - no kids.  However, I still can't smell or taste.  I ate a cheeseburger and drank what I hope was really a coke from McDonalds.  They had used water to clean my ear.  Which then actually caused me to not be able to hear.  I kid you not.  The entire afternoon was spent with me worrying if I would know what was going on at the meetings because I couldn't hear out of my right ear.  Not to mention it was 90 degrees out, I was walking all over campus, was almost attacked by a  goose - not my first time either - finally got to my meeting.  I was in the bathroom, trying to shake the water from my ear, desperately hoping to not hit my head on the stall door in the process, because I didn't want to show to the meeting deaf and with a huge bruise on my face...  finally got to go home four hours later. 

Only to wake up on Tuesday with the worst pain ever between my eyes.  Like someone took a nail and pounded into my brain over and over.  After dealing with that yesterday, I had had enough.  This morning I called the PA and left a message, determined to get drugs or a lobotomy.  THANKFULLY she is off today, so my message actually got to my regular doctor.  After answering a bunch of the same questions the same way I did on Monday, she diagnosed me with a sinus infection. No sh!t sherlock. Now I am waiting patiently for hubby to go to the pharmacy and get me my meds. 

Side note - about 10 minutes after getting off the phone with the doctor, 14 minutes after answering the question - Do your ears hurt? I said no...  I was stabbed in my ear with an ice pick.  At least that is what it feels like.  Is this what an ear infection feels like??? Weird, there was no fluid in my ears until the PA looked in them.....

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Happiness Project #3

Boys with tattoos make me happy. 

Specifically this boy:


But nothing makes me happier than
this boy being the wonderful daddy he is:


I'm playing along with Leigh today.

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Thursday, May 20, 2010

What kind of day will it be?

Today sucks - just a little.  It's graduation at the college where I work.  Somehow, every year I get roped into helping the Graduation person out.  She gets no help from anyone else with set up, so I really don't mind.  However, this year is not the best time for me.  Sunday, I somehow fell down the stairs at my house and sprained my ankle
Don't worry - no children were harmed during this idiotic manuever.  In fact, no one/nothing was even in my way.  Apparently it was the first time I've ever walked down stairs.

So here I am, hobbling along around campus, setting up for this huge event tonight.  I am told I must dress nicely.
Nicely = heels.  Heels... sprained ankle.... working 8 a.m. to 10 p.m. ..... awesomeness...

Not to mention, those damn kids got me sick again. 
Honestly, I love my kids.  I just wish one time when they got a cold, they wouldn't sneeze all over me and wipe their cute little hands on my face.

My head hurts, I can't breathe, and I am pretty sure I will lose my voice before the end of the day.  Did I mention my main job tonight is to be the main contact for the building where we are telecasting the graduation ceremony? 
I get to wear a headset and everything.  I kind of feel like Monica when she was Phoebe's wedding planner.  I've got a clipboard too! ;)  Well maybe it will be a better day than I think!  PMA!

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

A great new book

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I've been in love with vampires since before I saw Interview with the Vampire (when it first came out - yes I am that old).  For a long time, my reading obsession was Laurell K. Hamilton's book.  But they started losing their plots in place of very long, very descriptive S-E-X scenes.  I like plot to my books.

When I discovered J.R. Ward's Black Dagger Brotherhood series, I was hooked after reading the first chapter of book one.  My life literally stops when reading about the brothers - the books are THAT good.  I've been waiting very unpatiently for the newest one.  My wonderful sister-in-law is a librarian and got the book for me.  I came home last night to see it on the table.  I was REALLY excited.  Hubby - not so much, since he knows I will be unavailable for conversation, as well as housework, after the kids go to bed for the next few nights. ;)


Monday, May 17, 2010

Again with the weird kids


Yes, he is wearing a winter boot on his hand.   And two more on his feet.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

The bag lady

Keira likes to collect things.  She usually can be found with her arms full of, well basically, crap.  As she walks and drops things, you can suggest to her to use a bag.  She will say "BAG!" happily and go to the toy bin to get a bag.  Or three.  When she has her bags, she also wants to wear her hat or hats, depending on the day.  One day last week, I had to take her to my mom's wearing a pink and blue Dora winter stocking hat with a sun hat on top of it.  She is an odd duck.

Here is one of my favorite pictures of "the bag lady" as I like to call her.


Yes, that is a winter boot hanging out of one of the bags.  The other one is  on her foot. 
And on the other foot, one of Connor's crocs.  She likes to mix-and-match.

The contents of her bag(s) change from hour to hour.  It depends on whatever she is coveting at the moment.  Last night, she moved on from bags to a stroller.  I get home from work to find her, hat on her head, two different sandals on, and a bunch of crap important items in the stroller:




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And don't forget the bag lady's twin brother:



Wednesday, May 12, 2010

The Perfect Day

Mother's Day began with whispering in the next room. I heard it through the walls.  Then I heard the door open.  In walked Connor with a sippy cup of milk.  Keith carried the twins - Keira with a plastic mickey mouse bowl and spoon, Colin with the box of Chex (taped shut to keep hungry hands out). 

Breakfast in bed.  Toddler-style.

Perfect.

Of course it was easier to actually go downstairs to have breakfast.  Especially since Keith then went to get my favorite breakfast - McDonalds' sausage/cheese mcmuffin and an iced vanilla coffee.  :) 

The twins made me presents at school:


Connor made me this card:  (It says 'love you to pieces')


Keith gave me money and a note that said I can have a couple hours to myself.  Hmmm, what to get???  I am getting a Kindle soon.  Perhaps I will use the money on books for it, and then spend sometime at Starbucks all alone... drinking a dark cherry mocha frappacinno.  Have you tried one?  It's delish.

That afternoon, after the nap that didn't last long, we took the kids to my grandma's house.  Gigi, as she renamed herself after my niece was born, loves her great-grandkids.  After my grandpa died in 2006, Lexi (my niece) and the fact that I was pregnant with Connor were the only things keeping her going, she says.  Now she says she lives for the kids.  In five years, she's been blessed with a total of five great-grandchildren.  Gigi's house is always a lot of fun.  A lot of chaos, but a lot of fun as well.  My mom gave me a mug that Connor had decorated for me. 

We gave Gigi one of those stepping stones with handprints from each of her great-grandchildren. 

Why yes, that is my 86 year old grandmother, flipping us the bird.

The kids had a dance party:


We had pizza and chocolate cake.  Then we went home. 

And all the kids were asleep by 7:10 p.m.  Which meant mommy and daddy could enjoy some time alone.

Perfect.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

What makes me happy today...

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I'm playing along today for my first time! :)

These are the flowers I got for mother's day. 
 I love walking past them and catching their beautiful scent.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Why I don't do art projects with the kids...


I wasn't able to get a picture of his green tongue for obvious reasons.
Too busy trying to get something to clean him off.

Friday, May 7, 2010

My very own stalkers

There are 3 of them.  They are under 4 feet tall.  And they refuse to let me out of their sight when I am at home.

It wouldn't be so bad, but with all three kids clamouring for my attention all the time, it makes it a tad hard to get things done.  When I get home from work, suddenly I acquire 2-3 new leg accessories.  Keira wants to be picked up.  Connor wants to go upstairs with me to change my clothes.  Colin may or may not be interested in me if Grammy is still there.  However, once she leaves, then I am cool enough for him.  He will take my hand and lead me to what he wants.  Keira actually told her brothers the other day, "Mommy MINE!"

They are cute and all, but it gets old when they are standing at the bottom of the stairs, crying for me, when all I'm trying to do is put away some laundry.  Doesn't help Daddy's feelings either when he is right there with him, but still yelling for me.

The only reason I truly don't mind is because I know someday, they won't want to hang out with their mom.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Top Three Thursday



The top three places I would like to visit would be:

New Orleans.

I love that place. It feels like home to me. I fell in love with New Orleans when reading Anne Rice's books. I've been lucky enough to visit it twice with my husband. We spent our honeymoon there. I'd love to go back and spend one of our wedding anniversary's there.

Ireland.

Just because I've always wanted to go there.


Romania.

Because I've always been obsessed with vampires and Vlad Tepes.
I'd love to see the places that Bram Stoker described in Dracula.
But that's a history major for you. ;)

Monday, May 3, 2010

Wiggles... here we come!


I first heard of the Wiggles because my niece loved to watch them.  I thought the men dancing around, singing to children were quite creepy.  But.... then Connor started watching the Wiggles.  He liked them enough to sing and dance to some of their songs.  I started to not be annoyed with their songs.  Then the twins were born.  Once they were old enough to really pay attention to the tv, I noticed that they really seemed to like them.  Colin especially.  He was so obsessed over the winter time, that we were only allowed to watch the Wiggles.  And he wanted them on all the time.  Not only that, but it couldn't be the same DVD over and over again.  He required a new DVD each time.  (Sure he can't talk, but he knows the difference between Wiggles DVDs!)  The Wiggles were on so much at our house that I would wake up at night with their songs in my head.

The Wiggly Circus is coming to town in August.  Because I am dorky cool like that, I am part of the email newsletter they send out with presale info.  I just made the leap and bought seven (5 of us, my sister and my niece) tickets. Expensive, hells yes.  But this is going to be a once-in-a-lifetime thing.  We dance to the Hot Potato CD every night after supper.  We make pretend fruit salad while Daddy cooks dinner.  Colin even requires all things he uses (toothbrush, spoon, etc) to be yellow.  (He loves Greg, the old yellow wiggle.  Not so keen on the new guy yet.)  And don't forget, in an earlier post, I mentioned how I can drive half-way to work before I realize that the Wiggles CD is still playing... and I've been singing along the whole time!

Three adults are taking a 5 year old, newly turned 4 year old (in July), and newly turned 2 year old twins (in June) to a theatre packed with a million other kids under 5.  Am I crazy?  Probably.  No.  I think they are going to have a great time. :)