A Few Things

Problem Solved . . . . . Maybe

I am NOT a morning person.  Getting out of bed is one of the worst things for me.  Mostly because I stay up too late, enjoying the quiet time while my babies are sleeping.  I think if I would just go to bed earlier, it wouldn't be as bad.  Hmmmmmm . . . . easier said than done.   

I have been pretty lucky with my first two girls.  They would sleep until about 8:30 or 9:00.  Unfortunately, that all got shot down once they started pre school.  8:00 is the latest we can wake up to be ready and there on time.  If I could sleep until 8:00, that would be great, EXCEPT . .  . . . Lila's internal alarm goes off at 7:00am EVERY DAY.  DANG.IT.   It doesn't matter what time we put her to bed.  She is ALWAYS awake at 7.  

GOOD NEWS!!! Daylight Savings!!!!  Now, her body will think its 7 . . . . But its really 8 . . . . . I got my wish!  Now lets hope she doesn't catch on!  Oh  . . . And I might need to go to bed earlier, and get myself adjusted to this spring forward crap. 

Decisions, Decisions . . . . . .

My kids want a dog.  I DO NOT want a dog.  Its not that I don't like animals, its the fact that I know how much work they are, and my plate is already full in that area.  It does sound good at times.  I would like to have a dog, because I would feel a little more secure.  I am what you would call somewhat of an "anxiety freak."  No joke.  I am SUPER CAUTIOUS.  Some make fun of me. WHATEVER.  I just like to be as safe as possible.  

Since I like to be as safe, it was a hard decision (not really) when it came to choosing between two things . . . . . . Alarm System, or Dog?  Hmmmmmmmm . . . . .

I Choose . . . .. . . . 

LOVE IT!  Not only am I one of those "clinging to my guns and religion" Americans, but now, I will be clinging to my Alarm System as well.  YES!

Call me insensitive, but this decision was easy. 

My Alarm WILL NOT: 

*poop all over my yard, 

*get hair and slobber all over my home

*require a sitter whenever I want to go out of town

*chew up my furniture and shoes  

*bark at every little thing

My Alarm WILL:

*not require me to feed and nurture it

*go off if anyone tries to break into my house

*immediately call the police

*give me a lot more peace of mind . . . . something I obviously need

Maybe someday we will get a cute little dog . . . . . . Probably Not, but I've been known to eat my words.  

Don't forget . . . . I will be changing my blogger address to localib.blogspot.com tomorrow.  

BTW . . . . Anonymous . . . . . . I STILL know who you are!!!!

SEIS

Six years ago today

March 3, 2003 at 1:30pm

Edyn Elizabeth

also known as Beadsa, was born!

Edyn is my number 1 little lady. Many of you know her . . . . and if you don't . . . . ONCE AGAIN, you are missing out!

*Edyn Bedyn Bo Bedyn, The Beads . . . BEADSA . . . thats where her nickname came from, courtesy of Damon!

*Edyn is my sweet girl.

*Edyn LOVES LOVE.

*She is quite the artist. Always drawing something for someone.

*She is VERY sensitive (I am positive she did NOT get this from me).

*She loves her sisters. She loves her mommy and daddy. She loves her friends.

*Her and Lila are twins. They look exactly alike. I guess Lila will be just as beautiful as her older sister when she grows up. Lucky her!

*She loves school.

*She loves to have dance offs . . . beware . . . she is a sore loser.

*She loves quesadillas.

*She is quite the singer. She loves the spotlight. (Didn't get that from me either).

*She has her first crush on a very cute little guy . . . unfortunately, so do all the other girls! DRAMA!

*She loves to snuggle, and usually ends up in our bed . . . even though she is six. Uhg.

*She helps me so much around the house.

*She wants to be a Rock Star or an Architect. Hmmmmm . . . I choose Architect.

Words could never describe how much I LOVE MY BEADSA!

We spent Edyn's 5th Birthday in a hospital room. She was a good sport. I was a little pre- occupied with a brand new baby and never got around to posting about it.

Tonight . . . . WE PARTY HARDCORE . . . . . At Fairchild Cinemas of course. We will be watching The Jonas Brothers 3D. 

UNO

One year ago today

March 2, 2008 @ 8:30pm

Lila Lynn

better known as Toots, joined our little family.

Many of you know this little lady, but for those of you who don't . . . . you are missing out!

*She came out big (an ounce shy of 9 pounds), and has remained a chub chub ever since. LOVE IT!

*She had horrible colic the first 5 months of her life. I swore up and down I would never have another one. Then, for some reason (thank goodness) she turned perfect, and I ate my words. I might have another.

*She probably screamed the first five months because of all the gas she had, which is where "Toots" came from.

*She pretty much looks the exact same as she did when she was born. I can't believe how much she hasn't changed, well, except for getting bigger!

*She prefers her daddy, more than me, and that's okay. That just goes to show what a good daddy he is. I think that good daddy's are VERY attractive :).

*She looks exactly like her daddy.

*She was breast fed up until 9 1/2 months (that's the longest I have ever made it!!!), and then she lost interest. Unfortunately, that is when I bid farewell to my voluptuous "C" cup, very firm, milk filled lady lumps, and with a sad heart, welcomed back back my saggy "A" cups, which resemble rocks in socks. BOOOO.

*I have only had to shave her mullet once.

*She loves yogurt, which comes in handy, because she had a reoccurring yeast infection for two months.

*She started walking at around 11 months.

*She loves to point.
*She loves to eat left over food off the floor. . . . . . . . Who needs a dog?
*She says "Mama, "Dada," and "BaBa". . .. she LOVES her bottle.
*She has 6 teeth.

*She loves to take baths.

*She LOVES her sisters.

I LOVE HER . . . . . more than words can describe. I am sure all you mothers can relate.

Happy 1st Birthday Lila Toots.

A birthday just wouldn't be a right if you couldn't run around in your birthday suit with your significantly slimmer older cousin.

Something to Blaaaahg About

Just for fun, I have to show you some pictures of my little Chub Chubs . . . aka . . . . Toots.
Unfortunately the girl got my thighs.

Toots and Chanel helping me do the dishes. Sorry Landlords, I promise she doesn't always climb up on the dishwasher. It was just a one time thing.

Today, when I was obviously not watching my 3 year old, she took it upon herself to have some fun with the scissors. She came to me and told me that she would like for me to wrap her "new brother Josh" up in his blanket. I was wondering what she was talking about, until she came out with what used to be a baby girl . . . . looking like, well . . . . a baby boy.

She's always wanted a brother. Now she has one, and I am off the hook! Phew.

I am relieved that she didn't cut her own hair. She already has such hair issues. In the future, I will try to watch her more carefully, and of course remember to hide the scissors. I might not be so lucky next time.

Speaking of hair . . . the other day when I was cleaning Edyn's room, I went to make her bed, and I found the weirdest thing under her pillow .

Apparently after my last hair cut, which was quite a while ago, she took it upon herself to scoop some of my locks up off the floor, put them in a ziplock, and place them under her pillow so it could "remind her of how much she loves me."

Wow. Its nice to know that I really AM loved. Its hard for me to tell when I am constantly reminded of how mean I am. The abuse I take from these little ladies is almost constant! Its unfortunate that her "reminder" has to be something so gross. I think I might give her a picture of me instead and see how that goes over.

Blah

I obviously have nothing to blog about. I guess I could rant and rave about some things, but I will spare you all . . . . . . unless of course you are interested in any of the following topics. Just let me know and I'll see what I can do to accommodate.

*My life is dull.
*Winter is getting old.
*Dieting makes me angry.
*I'm tired of eating salad.
*I haven't washed my van for the whole year that I've had it. No joke. Its unfortunate that I rubbed my white "dress sweat" jacket up against it yesterday. Ruined.
*I need a vacation, but I hate traveling, but I need a vacation, but I hate traveling . .. . . . .
*Why I am NOT invited to Ava's birthday party.
*Edyn got her first love letter from a boy in class.
*Edyn is in love with another boy and was quite disturbed by love letter from boy in class.
*Not only am I neighbors with WalMart, but also Burger King and McDonalds, and I really want a Whopper and some Tillamook ice cream right now.
*I am glad I tell everyone I am dieting, so I CANNOT allow myself to fall off the wagon.
*I ran 5 miles yesterday and it sucked hard core. For how much I have been working out, I am still completely out of shape.
*Speaking of suck. . . . . I suck at knitting. I don't think I can even put it on my "mediocre" list. No worries. I am not giving up. I just gotta keep on keepin' on, and maybe someday I will make something suitable enough to give away!


I would love to write some exciting commentary for you on any of the above topics, but the lack of Vitamin D in my life right now is draining all the wit and charm right out of me. The dieting isn't helping in that area either, as I mentioned above, Dieting = Angry. Maybe tomorrow I will find myself in a tanning bed for a few minutes getting some fake sun. I am tired of feeling . . . . . . for lack of a better word . . . . . Blah.

For your viewing pleasure.

Since I boycotted salad for today, I cooked myself up something else that is green and yummy. Fresh Asparagus with Veri Veri Teryaki. D-Lish.

Mediocrity

Mediocre is my middle name.

Okay, its not. But it should be.

Damon always tells me I need a hobby. He's right. The problem is, I am not so good at most things I try. Well, I take that back, there are a few things I am good at . . . . . . for example:

Sleeping: I am an excellent sleeper (even if I do need melatonin sometimes).
Eating: I am a fantastic eater (although trying to lose 20 pounds has made me a little less fantastic).
Working: I've said it before, I'll say it again. I am a hard worker.
Impatience : I totally excel at this. Just ask my kids and my husband.
Waxing Eyebrows: I should start a business. Years of experience.

Unfortunately, none of these things that I am super good at, will work for hobbies. Unless you need your eyebrows waxed, or you want someone yelling at you to hurry up all the time . . . . just come on over.

I have dabbled in hobbies over the years. Here's a few I have tried:

Piano = Mediocre
Singing = Mediocre
Sewing = Mediocre
Scrapbooking = Mediocre
Card Making = Mediocre
Running = Mediocre
Writing = Mediocre
Cooking = Mediocre
Refinishing Furniture = Mediocre

Anyway . . .. you get the picture? I used to get all distraught, thinking that I was such a failure because I honestly could not find one thing that I am REALLY good at. I would rack my brain trying to think of something new to try that I might not only LOVE, but really excel at.

NO LUCK.

I have come to terms, and I have realized that it's okay. . . . because after all, what's so wrong with being AVERAGE??? I guess I am just an ordinary girl. So what. No sense in stressing my self out about it. I like me the way I am . . . . . .FINALLY!

Soooooooooo . . . . . . this week I decided to try something new. Why not? What have I got to lose? I thought it would be fun, relaxing, and that I MIGHT actually be good at it someday. Maybe. And if I'm not, well . . . . . I'll just add it to my list of things I am "so so" at!

KNITTING.

My friend taught me how to knit on Thursday night. I am IN LOVE!! So what if I can only do the simple knit stitch . .. . apparently I am not so good at "pearling" . . . . YET, but I'll get there.

My first five rows . . . . . . . . . don't laugh at my imperfection!

And guess what? I have already started something else.
IT.IS. ADORABLE.
Sorry. Can't show you. Its a gift for someone who reads my blog. And speaking of gifts . . . . I can guarantee everyone is getting a scarf knitted by yours truly this Christmas!

Here's to being Mediocre . . . and loving it!

Remind Me

Next time I think its a good idea to drop over $100 bucks and be a cool mom and take my kids to the Broadway play "Annie" that was in town, PLEASE, I beg you, PLEASE, do not let me.

My night consisted of popcorn being spilled all over the people in front of us, dirty looks from said people, because my freaking kids would not quit talking and moving from seat to seat, while kicking poor people in the back of their heads, whining, begging for food and drinks (after I had just taken them to Burger King on the way there), bathroom breaks right in the middle of the whole production because they just couldn't wait until intermission (even though I made them go like 3 times before we went, as to avoid this). . . . . . . . and to top it all off, my Precious, PRECIOUS Ava managed to find some ABC gum on the floor of the place and was rather enjoying it. You know, twisting it around her finger, chomp, CHOMP, CHOMPING away until I realized that I had NOT given her any gum. I must be a horrible mother, because I actually had the NERVE to take it away from her.

Oh the fits she can throw . . . . . . . UNBELIEVABLE.

Although I think I kept myself fairly composed, I was actually crying on the inside, thinking of all the foul things she had just exposed her little mouth to, and also, wondering if I was going to make it until the end of the show without having a nervous breakdown. It was close . . . . but I made it, and luckily, my kids are still alive. We made it home, bypassing the ice cream I promised them if they were good.

Naughty Kids = No Ice Cream = Pissed Kids = Crazy Loca Mother.

Next time I mention doing anything like this again, please advise me to go and get my little guy Walter from his secret hiding place, and shoot myself in my own foot, because THAT, my friends would be more enjoyable than the night I just had.