Friday, December 24, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
My family has the head cook of this operation back. I cook every night again. I cook breakfast- a lot. I have been baking. I have begun a new relationship with my slow cooker. I am trying really hard to eat protein and iron rich foods to deal with this cursed anemia that wipes me out.
I must put cream cheese on everything. It's wonderful. It's amazing how great you feel when that horrible sickness that consumed your every waking hour is gone. You see food in a different light.
Now I'm starting some new little lovelies of pregnancy, but all I have to do is reflect on what I've been through and they seem small. The heartburn is worth the price to pay to eat enchiladas with hot sauce again...
Friday, October 15, 2010
I am not a neat crafter, so I know it's a matter of time before it looks like it did two days ago. I did have one item lost in the move. My Fiskars Flame scissors that were RAK'd to me a while ago. They are so cool and now they are so lost. I'm sure they are in some sort of something...
Which leads me to this thought and goal: I have A LOT of unfinished projects in that room!!! I knew I did, but putting them back in the TWO crates made me sad. I'm a quitter. Well, almost. I know my style. I go to a crop, thinking I will finish one project. I work on it all day and never visit it again. It goes in the crate. Crate is full.
I have 5 months left until my little sprout is due. As soon as I find out what this little one is, I plan on pre-scrapping a baby book. 3 kids=no scrap time. In the meantime, I want to work on these unfinished projects. I know some of them need some journaling, maybe a embellishment or two and they are done.
Why is it so hard to go back???
Maybe I will post my finished projects...wish me luck!
Monday, October 4, 2010
We moved in our new home and I started unpacking my supplies, excited to get back to it. Then the overwhelming queasiness and tiredness took over and I haven't returned. Well, a couple of times I've attempted, but it wasn't what it used to be.
Now, my stash is sitting in mixed up piles around the room, waiting. The new Cricut I received for my birthday is there to greet me when I walk in and walk back out. You can almost hear it sigh.
The most I've done is make some finger puppets and goodie bags for N's birthday and started a pregnancy scrapbook for #3. That's it. I participated in a soon to be aired project with some fellow crafters, but the whole time I was hoping that I would make it through without incident. Oh and I made A CARD at a CTMH open house. Wow.
I am sort of jealous reading through some of my favorite crafter's blogs and FB to see what they are making for Halloween. I don't even know where my scissors are. I've missed out on some fun crafting opportunities simply because I just can't right now.
Crafting, especially scrapbooking, is my favorite me-time activity. Anyone that knows me, knows this. My new me-time activity is sleeping or making a permanent imprint of my arse on the couch because I'm too sick to move.
I'm hopeful that one of these days I'll wake up feeling better and the Crafty Fairy will have sprinkled me with glitter in the night and I'll be ready to crop. Well, I guess it has cut back my crafty spending...
Sunday, September 19, 2010
If you know me, you know in my mind I wasn't done with 2. My hubs was. I was turning 35 and time was ticking. I know women have children much later, but I am not that woman. So, when a few weeks after my birthday I had an inkling I might be with child, I was scared. I knew that I had wished for another, but this was a real possibility. This was a surprise to us, I mean as much as it can be (no TMI here). I kept telling my hubs that I think I am, I think I am. And then I waited and waited to take a test. Torture for him.
So when it was positive, I wasn't surprised. Just, once again scared. Until I read a post somewhere about a similar situation. A woman talked about her experience and it spoke to me. She talked about looking at her newborn and knowing that someone, somewhere knew that the time was right for this baby to be conceived. Even though at the time, the parents were newly married and still working out the beginnings of marriage. There was a reason. I know this is true for us too.
I think as soon as this morning sickness passes (worst I've EVER had!!!) I can really wrap my head around this. I mean, we found out, moved and I got sick all in the same time frame. Yesterday I started working on a pregnancy scrapbook and peeked at maternity clothes online (I'm already showing). I think it's starting to sink in and I think, no I know, I can't wait to meet this little guy or gal. Think Pink.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Well, we started off good. We did go to the park and beach. I started those digital pictures. Then about two weeks or so into summer vacation, life happened.
We found a nice, big house for rent down the street from where we lived. Buying was becoming a stressful nightmare. We woke up from the nightmare and decided to check out the said house. So, at the beginning of August, we moved. Now my guys can ride scooters with abandon, use sidewalk chalk and Laugh Out Loud without being shushed, glared at or given another citation for doing so.
About 2 weeks before we moved, life threw us another curve ball. And another life. Yep, it's true. #3 is growing as we speak. (Will approach that subject at a later date). And because my body is good at this baby business, it shows the love by making me extremely sick. Like, I can't leave the house or get off the couch/bed/bathroom floor sick.
I feel really bad for giving my kids a summer that didn't go as planned. Nothing ended up as planned this summer. But at the same time, my boys got to spend lots of time just doing things with their daddy, going on a first father/son camping trip, eating countless meals in our first backyard, hanging out in the garage, enjoying their dad's cooking and grocery shopping buys, taking an art class and going on neighborhood adventures.
Hopefully, soon, we will be back to "normal." Whatever that means...
Thursday, July 15, 2010
It took me a good month after leaving my job to detox from the stress I was under. I am not cut out to be a working mom. Really.
Don't get me wrong. I loved my job. I loved the kids, the staff, the school. I grew up with them: got married and had my boys in the time I worked there. I have a strong work ethic. I give myself fully to my job and try to do my best everyday.
But being a SAHM was what I wanted most in life. After I had my first baby (like minutes), I was already worried about going back. I was miserable. The day I returned, I was a disaster. I remember cleaning J's bottles after work and running around like crazy and thinking, "This is how it's gonna be?" Of course, we adjusted. And then came Baby #2. I had an overall easier time from the start. plus I acutally took time off before his birth to RELAX.
Still, I had that feeling that this was too much too handle and I wasn't being the mom I wanted to be. I remember the day when my MIL and FIL came to visit. They saw the madness after work, especially the days when I was pumping and defrosting and all that nonsense. My MIL made a comment, which I can't remember exactly, but along the lines of, "When do you relax and just be with the boys?" Because of our schedules, there was no time. This was not living.
Fast forward to a year ago: J was diagnosed with ADHD and we were wondering how Kindergarten would go and after school care. It was really difficult to leave work if he was ill or needed us (for both of us, especially me). My husband was confident we could manage on one income. I was excited with the idea, but scared. It was the best decision we've made...
Our house is a happy place now. We all get along much better. We eat better. We have fun together. We have time for each other. I've made friends quickly, even though I was thinking I might not meet anyone that stays home.
We've survived almost one year on one income. We had to cut out a lot of extras, but we have gotten used to it. In a way, I enjoy being a bargain girl. I have always been thrifty, but now I see it as a fun challenge.
I am so thankful for an amazing husband that has worked so hard to give me this opportunity. He will never know how much it really means to me. It doesn't make me want to cook anymore or keep the house any cleaner, but I know that I will have time to do these things and sit down and color a picture or go on an adventure in the neighborhood without worrying about what I need to do the next day.
Friday, July 2, 2010
I would love to add another little guy to our craziness. My husband is on the not-so-much bandwagon. I can understand why though. One of the moms of 3 told me, "If you look at your family picture and it feels like someone is missing, someone is." I like this. I get this. I sometimes see an empty spot in our little family. I can dream. No pressure.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
I got to thinking about this as I started planning a fun-filled summer for my easily bored, little guys. Summer vacation started this past Friday, but summer starts officially today. And what better celebrates the taste of summer than ice cream. Better yet, (in my house) frozen yogurt.
So I am starting a new tradition and doing something crazy with my family-having fro yo for dinner. My 6 year old thinks this is crazy and rebellious. All the reason more to do it. I am a very picky mama when it comes to what my boys eat, so I'm letting loose.
I strive hard to create experiences and traditions for them that will last them a lifetime. Most of my memories of summer consist of babysitting my brother and then step-siblings. Staying inside all day, watching hours of cheesy movies and doing chores. Good times.
There are some good moments/traditions that I remember and still enjoy. My birthday is near the 4Th of July, so I would get to celebrate with family on the 4Th , complete with fireworks. I waited for what seemed like hours as my dad made homemade ice cream on the driveway. Last summer our family attempted making it in a Ziploc baggie. Once the frostbite passed, the ice cream was yummy.
I hope my boys remember their summers as fun, carefree times. I hope they appreciate that I was so excited for school to be out, just to spend more time with them. Most of all, I hope that they enjoy our traditions enough to do it with their children someday.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
I love scrapbooking. I hate my system of photos. It's not even a system. It's a disaster.
Ever since our first digital camera, it has been a nightmare to find the exact picture I want. Way back when, I printed pictures on our home printer. These pictures are now purple, if there is any ink on them.
Then came Shutterfly, Snapfish and other printing services. I swear by these. Printing at home can get expensive and I just don't see the quality I see through these services. I am always watching the deals on these sites. They do offer some good deals. You know you order a lot of pictures when they offer you free albums, prints and gifts for being a loyal customer!
Well, anyway, about my goal. I want to organize all of my digital prints and save them in 3 locations. I have too many and I know this, but I think I can do it. I even started and completed 2 whole photo cards. Yay!
And summer vacation just began...
p.s. I mysteriously received a magazine yesterday. A crafting one. Wonder who sent it? A blog reader that saw my wish list perhaps???
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
1. Glimmer Mist/Glimmer Mists Screens/Stamps...Anything related! I tried this stuff over the weekend and it's pretty awesome.
2. A small butterfly punch...I love butterflies, what other reason do I need?
3. Fiskars paper crimper. Easy and fun!
4. Alpha stickers. Yes I have a million, but "X, Y and Z" will only get you so far!
5. 7 Gypsies Painters Artist Tray... I have big ideas for this one
6. Small flower punch (rounded petals). I bought (for some reason) some flower embellishments a while back and now that I'm trying to make my own embellies, I have no idea why I paid whatever I did for these. I can make them, if I had this punch.
7. A new scrapbook mag. I know, boring, but they can be $$$!
I'm sure there are a million more things I want out there, but I'll stick to the small things today :)
Friday, March 26, 2010
I attended a meeting this week for the annual Kindergarten Ball at my son's school. It started off great- info about the committees that would be formed, the "vision" of the party, etc. But then the speaker got very serious and said she needed to warn us of a few things. Last year, some children received corsages and boutonnieres from their parents. Okay, whatever. Big fancy party. Oh and some arrived in limos. Um, excuse me? My mom friend and I looked at each other shocked. I think I went into tunnel hearing at that point. Mom friend said, "What do they do for prom? Come in by helicopter?"
We were also informed that the girls are usually very dressed up for this event. I need to check out tuxedo rentals, apparently. More (entertaining) importantly, what are the moms going to wear?
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Of all the goals and dream I have set for myself, the one I have yet to reach is living in a house. I don't even have to own it. Just to have a yard to watch my boys play in, my own driveway and a place to entertain family and friends is what I dream most about. I'm so tired of living "attached." (journaling 3/17/10)
Friday, March 19, 2010
This is not a new subject and it's debated on every day across this great fast-food nation. When I taught, I was AMAZED at what some children brought to school to eat each day. One little 2 year old had a steady breakfast of Flamin' Hot Cheetos, every day! Another boy got a doughnut every morning, just so his mother wouldn't have to deal with his monster sized tantrums every morning. Oh and the toddler who got soda in his bottle. (BTW, soda doesn't work in bottles---the nipple inflates really big!)
Now I know my kids don't always eat a perfectly balanced meal, but I try hard to make it better than the meals mentioned above and many more that I witnessed. But I do try even harder to make sure they get time outside everyday. Yesterday, my almost 6 year old complained he didn't get enough time on the computer earlier in the day. Hmmm, that means more outside time for you mister! He was literally at the door, begging to come in. Nope.
But here lies the problem...we live in a retirement community, wait no, a community of townhomes with like 500 children. These children are supposed to stay inside all day, quietly. Or so it seems. We got a lovely letter from the property management company that basically said children at our residence were seen riding a wheeled toy. Yes, the rule was broke, but really? Our constantly supervised child is not doing cool tricks off the handralls at the rec room no one is allowed to use without handing over their first born! He is not wrecking the rodent invested plants. He is not tearing off the stucco that is always falling off with a slight breeze! No he is riding up and down our little sidewalk behind our place. Back and forth, back and forth. Better than playing on the patio, which at times looks as if he is exercising in his prision cell.
We have neighbor-friends that live a few streets over, they have also gotten love letters. That was until one of them helped the complainer on that street with the said rodent problem and the complaints have stopped. Another neighbor-friend lives on the best street ever. There are about a billion (okay maybe just the 475 of the said 500) kids on this street. They all play outside together. The old people sit outside and watch. It's a beautiful thing. We travel over there just to play. Our street is BORING.
Finding a fun street is SO going to be apart of our next move...
Monday, March 8, 2010
Challenge #4: This challenge was to complete a LO with the theme, "In Your Eyes." This page is about something my husband has told me several times, but I still don't believe it myself!
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
This is the season for babies in our circle of friends...We know so many preggos that are due in the next two months. It started with our nephew, Shivaya, who was born in December. And now two more have been born, two more to go.
The next round starts this summer I guess.
Mother Nature is not-so-gently reminding me of my impending age. Advanced Maternal Age. She is giving me months of undeniable pain to gently poke me and say, "Hey, your eggs are on the road to expiration!" That and when my children scream in unison, the eggs basket tightens up as to say, "Absoultely not, don't even think it."
Crazy how one day, you are at a child-bearing age and the next, you are ancient. *shrug*
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
This page is for the Dirty Scraps challenge blog. The challenge was to scrap a pivotal point in your life, good or bad. There were so many for me to choose from! Jake's diagnosis was the first one that popped into my head. I figured I wouldn't over think it and just go with it. I'm so glad I did...
What do you do? It’s not like he’s different today from yesterday, right? Same kid. Same challenges. Same love and light of your life. So you grieve a day or two when you realize your child isn’t perfect. You already knew he wasn’t. You’ve been dealing with the monster tantrums, the inability to focus, the non-stop energy for his 5 years. Now it’s time to form a game plan. How are you going to prepare for school, for home, for life? It’s just a label really, but it opens up new opportunities and of course, the unknown challenges.
We took a parenting/social skills class together after your diagnosis. The first night we went around all shared what we admired about our children. Many things that are hard for you or tough for us to deal with are overall qualities to be admired. Your creativeness, your amazing leadership skills and kindness to all will take you great places. We all need to learn how to steer you in the right direction. This is going to be a long and winding journey, but we won’t give up on you!
Photo: 6/2009 @ CUIDAR graduation
Saturday, January 30, 2010
So I had a dreaded mouse run-in today! We had some family over for lunch and spent a lot of time outside playing 20 (!) square hopscotch, amazing at Nolan's hoop skills and fun in general. Well, everyone went home or in the house except Murray and I. We were talking about "stuff" and then as I was looking at her, a little furry white and black creature peeked out from the chair under her legs. The rest was a blur! I really can't remember what I said or did, except yell for my hero with a broom and no fear of rodents! Somehow we made it in the house, embracing and I was closing the blinds to protect the children (me) from the extermination that was about to be taking place. The mouse (which was not small, according to hero with broom) met the broom face to face (or bristle and handle to neck) and is now resting eternally in a box in the community pool's trash can. Yes, hero with broom knows my fear of even a dead mouse and took the corpse to the furthest trash can. Or he knows I would rather stockpile trash until trash day instead of the possibility of running across the dead mouse, in a box, while opening the trash can. Yes, they can still scare me when dead and defeated. So that was about 2 hours ago and I'm still recovering.
See, we had a mouse invasion in our house in the Fall and I have not recovered. Give me a spider, a roach, a billion and two ants and I'm fine. Give me the thought of a mouse and I'm done. It ruined me for a few weeks and I am still paranoid as ever. They literally made little holes in my walls! No, not the cute ones with matchbook beds and tiny lamps, but really ugly holes. (Thanks, Sue...still makes me laugh) I think I was feeling better and braver, but this has set me back a few months. Damn.