Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Morbid subject...death wishes

While arranging a playdate yesterday, the other mother told me that her mother in law had past away this weekend, and funeral plans weren't going the way she suspected her mother in law would want them to go. However, this brought her to a discussion with her husband about what to do in the event she/he died. It got me thinking...

And if I tell you all, you will know...and there might be less confusion.

I want one of these biodegradable caskets...

Of course, I want more flowers than pictured here...tons more. I don't want to be embalmed (which is possible in Washington state) and wrapped in a cotton shroud. (if money is an issue, I am fine with a brown cardboard box, but still with tons of flowers) And no viewing please!!!

For a while I considered cremation, but I don't think it's for me...not very green; at least this way, I can really fertilize a tree. Here's an interesting article about it...

Alvin and I don't have a will (shame on us!) but we both know that we want my parents to finish raising our kids, should something happen.

Now I have to find out what my husband wants.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

I have arrived!

Looks like I am finally a member of "that" club. Translation: you are the meanest mom on earth

Finn was sent to his room and asked to clean it. He didn't want to and after much shouting at me, I locked his door (from the outside). I went in a few minutes later, to find him trying to get out the window (it's only about 7 feet off the ground). He was told that if he climber out the window, he could stay outside until he wanted to clean his room, but wouldn't be allowed in for anything else. I also told him that he couldn't play Wii with friends tonight. Then I left and closed the door. A few minutes later, this was pushed out under the door.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Way Back When...

Jeanette, a roommate from my sophmore year at Ricks (yes, I went there...and if you don't know what it is, don't worry), posted these pictures today (1989) and a little blurb about the trouble we got into. Got me thinking about who I was back then.
Not one to talk about weight, this is hard...I've always seen myself as the "FAT GIRL" and looking at myself, I can see that wasn't always the case. I recall one guy, who I liked, asking an aquaintance if I was the one with child bearing hips (I'd like to introduce him to my OB...he told me there was a slim change I could deliver vaginally...and he was right). I had friends who would tell me that I wasn't as thin as they were. I had huge boobs and was ashamed of them and maybe it was easier to feel fat than well endowed.
My friend, now, always tells me not to think FAT...think Thin, maybe she has a point. I'm going to try to change that thinking from 25 years ago.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Why didn't I think of that?

We had to get a new toilet. Okay, we didn't have to, but I wanted one that was more water efficient and one that was less intriguing for the boys to flush things down. Friday, I was sick (not pregnant) and not anxious to go to home depot, but after Paxton flushed a toy boat and clogged the toilet, I had to go.

Anyone else saying..."AGAIN?"

The toilet was going to have to be taken off, again and rotated until the thing fell out, so this was the perfect time to replace the old. So we went with a comfort height toilet and the boys now have to stand on the stool (FINALLY!)

And I know you aren't reading this to see pictures of my new, home depot generic toilet, but here it is, with the coolest item I have seen! For years we have had a little plastic potty seat on the floor next to our "throne" that gets dutsy and dirty and rarely cleaned. This solves all that.

(I cleaned right before taking the pictures, so that is cleaner bubbling up in there)

The little seat is magnetic and stays in the lid, and comes down easily.
Now if only the boys would use it!

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Happy Birthday Paxton and Quincy!

Today Paxton and Quincy turned 3. Those 3 years have gone quickly, but the days sure seemed to go slow.
The day started out well, breakfast with Uncle Jake (I forgot to take pictures) who shares his birthday with the twins. A playdate, played all afternoon, while I got ready for their party, and tonight we had a little party.

The boys don't have a lot of little friends, but they love Finn's friends, whose parents are my friends. Mimi and Grandma joined us too (and G-ma made her delicious potato salad, unfortunately I'm not feeling well and couldn't taste it too well). We had dinner, cake and ice cream, gifts and a piniata and still had the boys in bed by 8:00.

Yep, those boys wear me out, but how could you not love them?

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Skip that last post!

For those of you that haven't read my post last night, don't bother. I was just venting after a terrible bad day.

For those that waded through my last post, Thanks for listening to me blow off steam for my bad day. And now I know who to call.

So why not just delete it? I don't really know why, but one friend told me I should keep it (probably so I can go back and read it on a really, really, really bad day, and laugh at how easy I had it) and so I am. has been much better, probably because I didn't take the boys shopping with me. Boys! They hate shopping at a really early age!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Just do it.

Yeah, if I sit down and write about the little bit that has gone on, then I will have done it and can move forward when something exciting happens.

Friday, my dad suggested that we take the kids to the fair. Okay, I haven't been to the fair since I've become a mom...the kids should like it. Animals are fine to look at for a little bit, but when you have cows, horses and the like in your own yard, it isn't that exciting. Except Paxton saw a miniature horse that was black and white spotted and insisted that it was a small cow. The rides were expensive and only sort of fun, but Finn complained that he didn't get to go on enough ($4 a ride, how many rides would you pay for him to go on...especially after one he insisted he ride, only to declare it was boring when he got off). And after we had been there only an hour, the kids were on a ride and we turned around and someone had stolen a stroller.

Okay...little tangent here....HOW FREAKING DESPERATE are you to steal a stroller? I mean, you are tired of carrying around your kid, so you make some other parent be just as miserable when they came prepared? You can rent a stroller for a few bucks! I only had 1 stroller and 3 kids that wanted to ride (towards the end).

Overall, fair was okay, but too expensive.

So I probably didn't say a few weeks ago that we bought a new couch. It' s been more than a year that we've only had a love seat and a chaise, but I finally had enough fighting over the loveseat, that I insisted we buy one...and they called today to schedule delivery. It was the brightest spot in my day.

Today, I had to go pick up my mother in law at the airport. I had the day all planned out and was going to do great and fun things with Paxton and Quincy. Of course, as things go, I had to use the restroom on the ferry. I had to haul both boys upstairs and after I let them walk around the ferry. BAD IDEA, because they have video games with steering wheels. I had the walk of shame back to the stairwell, carrying 2 SCREAMING boys past commuters and people who weren't humored at all!

Picked up Grandma and the first stop was to go find a pinata for the twins party Thursday. But I was going to leave them in the car with Grandma, but they were unfamiliar with her and who ever was behind her cried...for sitting behind her (in the new car seat...which everyone wants to sit in, except for today). Party store hears a lot of whining, he pinched me talk, and finally I said something to the boys, like, "Do you think there is any one in this store that wants to take home a whining little boy...I'm about ready to give you away." Come on, parents say things like that, right? Some man had the nerve to say, "Ma'am, there is a police station down the street that would be happy to take your children, no questions asked."

And we get back to the car and encounter more screaming, because Quincy doesn't want to sit behind grandma. He screams at the top of his lungs for at least 5 minutes, and his scream is ear shattering, before I finally pull into a parking spot, let him out to scream for close to 10 minutes. I seriously thought the police would show up, and I wouldn't touch him. Finally, I held him tightly and told him there would be no more screaming. AND IT WORKED. He got in the car, drank his milk and calmed down.

We headed to Ikea. The boys are potty trained, so I thought I could put them in the kiddy land, right? I took them potty first, and signed them up, only to be told that they couldn't come in until they were 3... a meer 48 hours away and you send them away crying. So we walked though Ikea with 2 crying sad boys, saying, "I'm super duper mad at those people for not letting us play." I convinced them that the toy section was a playland and they were happy once we got there. That is, until Pax fell about 2 feet and hit the back of his head on the floor. He screamed. Quincy wouldn't leave and I had to "go," so Grandma watched him and he was fine. Time to go those free meal coupons for kids, but Q didn't want to leave. (You are getting the hang of my day, right?) He screams. Until we get to the play area by the food. G'ma goes for her food, and the boys play, until someone had to go potty and I had to peel the other boy away from playing. Go in the bathroom and someone screams because I made him stop washing his hands...those short sinks are really convenient. Go back, leave the boys under g'mas care as I get lunch for us...and with a tray full of food, I hear it. Paxton come running across the restaurant screaming.....because Quincy pinched him.

Ahh, I can sit down and eat, and the boys will play, right? Do you think my boys are angels? No, dropped forks, don't want food, someone has to go potty...if I got up less than 6 times, I would be surprised. And as we are leaving, Paxton bumps his head, again. More screaming. Made it thru the rest of the store with minimal crying, because I promised another play area ahead, if they put their heads on pillows I tossed in the cart and pretened they were asleep.

Back to the car, more screaming. You know what I look like? That mom you see in the store and say, "she could use a drink!" I have twins, I looked WORSE than her, you could tell by the way people were looking at me.

Boys fell asleep and the rest of the trip was uneventful, except I got to go into Trader Joes, ALONE, while they slept with Grandma.

And then I get home, and I get sad news. For 5 years before Finn was born, I worked at an accounting firm and one of the women I worked with died last week. I found out about it from our paper supply rep who happened to find me on Facebook a few weeks ago. She read Tammy's obituary and told me. Okay, I feel really bad, because when we went to Utah in April, I had heard she had been sick, and considered going to see her, and I didn't.

But the part that makes me teary (crappy day makes it easier to cry) is this: She was he youngest of many children and she told me once that she always knew she would take care of her parents and because of that, she knew she wouldn't marry or have kids. And I recall thinking, when her parents die, she isn't going to have anything left, but work. Apparently, her mom passed on a few years ago and her dad died 32 hours before her. I just keep thinking, her job was done.

Tammy was very selfless, very kind, so happy to share in any of my good news. She used to bring pumpkin rolls to the office and they were deilcious. And for an office fundraiser, she made chili that was incredible (I was super surprised, because I don't usually do meaty chili). And I have never gone into a Cracker Barrel with out thinking of her: she was from South Carolina and loved to shop in the store...bought my wedding gift from there. I'm grateful to have known her.

And with that, I am putting this terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day to bed. And I hope that tomorrow is better...and if it isn't, I have a bottle of wine I won't hesitate to uncork about noon.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

First Day of First Grade

First grade already? Finn was nervous all summer long about first grade, but was so excited to leave this morning. We read him a few books on the subject and it seemed to calm him down.

This year school starts at 7:50; a huge change from 9:30 last year. Finn has to catch the bus at 7:20 and I imagine many mornings waiting with him in the dark on our busy road. The positive side is that most mornings Alvin will still be home and I won't have to take the little boys out there (and Alvin might go some mornings, and sometimes I can send him with Brad, Gabes dad).

We are so excited this school year!

Happy Anniversary, Bay-bee

Yesterday Alvin and I "celebrated" 8 years of marriage. If you didn't know, we are pretty low key and since we didn't have a babysitter, we did it up with frozen pizza (spinach and mushrooms for us adults) and a pre-recorded Wipeout episode.

Proudly showing off my gift to him...not a chipmunk or and adulterer, but so he can match all the other boys around here (I made them shirts'll see plenty of pictures later).

Sew Proud of Myself

Saw this cute purse on Katies Blog and decided I had to try it myself. I was excited because I could use basically scraps of fabric I already have, but of course I had to go buy a few supplies and had to buy fabric too. Alvin thinks it's too small, so when I figure out how to make a stronger strap, I am going to make one bigger. It was simple enough, I am thinking of all my girlfriends with birthdays coming up and Christmas is coming too.

Glass Beach Sea Adventure

We wanted to hit glass beach again before school started, but couldn't do it with the kids (again). My friend, Jen got the idea that we could take a boat there and made arrangements for it to happen. Her husband Brig took on the role as Captain and ferries us out to Glass Beach in 2 trips. The tide was coming in and the water was rough: all of us were soaked by the time we made it to shore.

The waves were rough and Capt. Brig had to stay with the boat the entire time. We collected beach glass for a few hours and headed back. Not as much fun when you are wet. Paxton proved to be quite a treasure hunter and found more than I did. We headed back, this time all in one boat load (did you see the boat?). As we headed back, I kept thinking, "just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a take of a fateful trip" and wondered if I was Marianne, Ginger or the Millionaires wife.

This time the ride was less rough, and Paxton fell asleep.

Here's our booty. It was an adventure, however, I think I will hike out the next time...might be an excuse to leave the kids at home or take friends out for the day.