Here is a not so short run down of what has been happening around here since I posted last (or the one before the last because that was really just a few hours ago, in all honesty)...
♥ Went to David's work Christmas party where my girls kept trying to drink the "grape juice" that came in big pretty bottles and were labeled wine (don't worry, I stopped them). We won a crock pot in the white elephant gift exchange (the limit was $10, I am pretty sure that cost a whole lot more than that).
♥ Grandma drove down. She was supposed to come on a Friday, but she called up on Wednesday and told me she was leaving in an hour because she was afraid of the snow in Utah. That was at 12:00 pm. Around 9:00 pm, she calls to tell me that she is stuck in a blizzard in... Las Vegas. She had to stay the night and didn't get here until 4:00 pm the next day. Weird.
♥ The baby has been making lots of leaps and bounds lately. The doctor told me she is not behind (even though it is sometimes difficult to believe that considering our middle child who has been two since she turned one) and not to worry about how she is developing. She is still very, very small. They tested her growth hormone and we should get the results in a few days. She seems to be doing great, however. She is getting stronger each day (pulled herself to standing a few times tonight). I was very worried, but I decided that she will work on her own time and that the main thing is that she is happy and healthy. And she is definitely those two things.
♥ I had minor surgery on my foot. Okay, I just had an ingrown toenail, but it all fairness it has been horrible for a long time now. Gross, I know, but I have been dealing with something or other with this toe for six months. I finally decided to get it taken care of. I wish I could say it really hurt and I got a lot of sympathy, but it didn't and I couldn't milk it because I felt guilty (one would only feel guilt if they tried to milk it, if you catch my drift). It is healing quite nicely. Of course, the only reason why I went to get it taken care of is because David started yelling at me about dying over my toe or getting flesh eating bacteria. No thanks.
♥ David and I got free tickets to go see the Phoenix Suns play the Denver Nuggets and all we had to pay for was parking. Had a great time, husband got chatted up by a drunk girl asking if he knew Chuck (apparently we were in Chuck's seats... he gave them to a friend who gave them to us), we won, we got lost trying to find the car, and I flipped out and wanted to run when a homeless man (bless his heart) started walking our way when walking to the car (it was all good... he was just smoking and I was just having a panic attack). I had to laugh, however, by how sweet my husband is. We were sitting there, watching the game, when this cheerleader started dancing down in front of us. In all sincerity he said, "I feel bad for her. Her top seems too small." I then explained that that was the point. Maybe he really is as innocent as he claims to be or, as he says, "as pure as new fallen snow." I honestly don't get the point of cheerleaders. I am pretty sure Shaq doesn't need a barely dressed woman cheering him on to help him block.
♥ Went and saw the movie Seven Pounds. I don't know how I feel about it. I cried, but it left me confused (about my feelings).
♥ Had a wonderful birthday, despite the fact that I do not want to recognize that day at all. David surprised me by taking me to a dinner theater where we ate gourmet food and watched A Christmas Carol. It was fabulous!
♥ Lost the keys to the car... still looking for them.
♥ Went to In 'n Out for Christmas Eve. It was delicious!
♥ Spent a very lovely and relaxing Christmas day watching the girls open their presents. We were so very grateful that they slept in until 9:30 (very nice). They made out like bandits (I will get some pictures posted). It is always a joy to watch their little faces light up! They loved the gifts and had so much fun playing with their new toys. I made German Pancakes, homemade pancakes (excellent recipe!), and the rest of the breakfast fixin's. Then, for dinner, we kept it easy with Reuben sandwiches and finger foods (Brie cheese, fresh mozzarella cheese with fresh basil, etc. ... yummy!)
♥ Went and saw Doubt. I walked away doubting I knew what really went on. Holy cow, Meryl Streep and Philip Seymour Hoffman knocked off my socks. Wow!
♥ We are grateful for a beautiful holiday season as we celebrated the life of our Savior, Jesus Christ, and look forward to the wonderful times in 2009. It's funny, I remember being told when I was in third grade (billions of years ago) that we would be staying on hotels on the moon when I was an adult. There is still time, NASA! Random thought, I know. It's just so strange to think we are in the 2000s! How time has flown... 2008 is basically a blur at this point. So many changes in such a short space of our life. I am having a hard time believing that my oldest child is going to go to school next year. It's all too sudden! But I do hope that the year is kind (even though it is an odd year) and that we are all blessed with the good things of life, especially good health. Besides, this is the year of digital tv... we better get our good old converter boxes or we will be left in the dark! (I actually had a Quest employee laugh when I said we didn't have cable and had the nerve to ask me why! I told her it's because we are cheap. No punches thrown :) Happy New Year!
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Out of the Loop
We have been away from the computer lately enjoying the holidays. Also, my children seem to think the computer is an evil hag since every time I would sit down in front of it they would start to cry. They are busy with Play-Doh right now (I know, I shouldn't trust them, but I just have to!) so I thought I would steal a moment to say that we had a wonderful Christmas with just a few mishaps (we got a "friendly reminder" letter from our HOA telling us that we shouldn't park in front of our house when here is plenty of room in our driveway... the car belongs to our neighbor's friend, someone stole one of our hubcaps (sealing our white trashiness), we have lost the only set of keys to our car and, therefore, will possibly have to spend over $400 to replace them because it can't just be easy or cheap, our kids are sick, etc.). Other than those few things, life has been treating us very, very well. Santa was very generous and so were our family and friends. I will give more of an update later, but I just never know if this blog is going to shut down with out my constant care... it's been a while since it has been this far between posts. And the world keeps turning...
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Potpourri
This has been sitting in here for a while. I thought I would finally post it... now that it is over a month old. Better late than never... I reposted it because I realized, unless you have a blog roll, you wouldn't know to scroll down :)
These are some random pictures I recently took of the girls. I am going to get some of the house put up soon-ish. This is the best I could do right now :)
Enjoying not being in quiet time.
She's gonna getcha.
The girls woke up one morning and started "reading" their magazines (hence the INSANE hair). I try to brush at least once a week... this must not have been Wednesday ;)
Another one of them "reading." They love to look at magazines. They are the best! The Oriental Trading Co. catalogs are their favorite. Easy and free fun.
Bath time with the iLyn. I love that we have a water softener and our bubbles can actually last.
Happy girl!
What's on the other side?
Playing with the sister.
The closest things to "dogs" we might ever have. I have told David I don't want dogs (even though part of me really does want a dog) because I will be the one taking care of it and I am not really up for that right now. The girls definitely don't want a dog and tell us that every time we mention it. It looks like it is not in the cards (I think David may say otherwise, however).
If you are bored...
These are some random pictures I recently took of the girls. I am going to get some of the house put up soon-ish. This is the best I could do right now :)
Enjoying not being in quiet time.
She's gonna getcha.
The girls woke up one morning and started "reading" their magazines (hence the INSANE hair). I try to brush at least once a week... this must not have been Wednesday ;)
Another one of them "reading." They love to look at magazines. They are the best! The Oriental Trading Co. catalogs are their favorite. Easy and free fun.
Bath time with the iLyn. I love that we have a water softener and our bubbles can actually last.
Happy girl!
What's on the other side?
Playing with the sister.
The closest things to "dogs" we might ever have. I have told David I don't want dogs (even though part of me really does want a dog) because I will be the one taking care of it and I am not really up for that right now. The girls definitely don't want a dog and tell us that every time we mention it. It looks like it is not in the cards (I think David may say otherwise, however).
If you are bored...
Monday, December 15, 2008
Not a Creature was Stirring, Just Screaming Instead
I am at a Taylor Swift concert, which I think is hilarious because I think I have heard one of her songs. It is a small venue. I am sitting in the audience close to the stage. She is singing her songs and generally putting on a great show. Then she jokingly asks if anyone knows The Jonas Brothers. The crowd goes wild! I raise my hand and tell her I have never heard a Jonas Brothers song. She looks at me with her mouth wide open. She then tells me to go to the top of the "stadium" (which is funny because it is no bigger than a high school football stadium). I go to the top and she starts playing the saxophone. Next thing I know, Taylor Swift is throwing the instrument at me to catch as she yells, "Take that, Joe Jonas!" I catch it, but suddenly there are pieces of saxophone all around. I try to gather them all up. Next thing I know, there is a large bus in the middle of the venue and Taylor is getting on bawling that this is the best show she has ever had and everyone was so wonderful (I, of course, am thinking, "Why is she sobbing if this is the best show ever? She looks distraught.") Her mom walks by me and I give her the pieces of the saxophone and ask her how her daughter is doing. She says she is having a hard time getting over said Jonas brother and that she will eventually be fine. I turn around, because now we are in a neighborhood and, as the bus begins to pull away, there are army tanks driving down the street. I find this odd because, I mean, isn't she just 18 or something, and can't possibly hold the kind of popularity as say, Obama? Anyway, I watch the tanks and then there is screaming, horrible screaming that seems to get louder and louder. Then I realize it's not really in my dream, it is in my house...
Bo woke up screaming last night... twice. She keeps waking up telling me she has peed the bed, even though she is wearing a diaper. I realized this morning that might be a good thing because she is starting to wake up when she pees. Of course, this would be helpful before, but what can you do? Boo woke up crying once (I went to get her and she was standing at the door and it freaked me out so much that I screamed), but also had me wake up to take her to the bathroom. iLyn has a cold and woke up several times crying in the night as well. Least to say, we didn't get much sleep last night. My poor husband said he had about 45 minute intervals of sleep (plus the fact that we didn't go to bed until late. We were watching a human version of Mr. Toad on PBS. It was great).
It is a rare occurrence when our oldest child goes through the night without having a bad dream. It breaks my heart because I know there isn't a whole lot I can do about it. She wakes up sobbing, just like I used to do. She wakes me up to take her to the bathroom, just like I used to do (sorry, Mom. I realize how difficult that must have been for you, especially since I did it until I was almost nine, I think). I try to comfort her as much as possible, but she keeps having all of these bad dreams about me dying, just like I used to do. I feel so bad for her because it doesn't allow her to have a great rest when she keeps waking up. One night she woke up four times. It was crazy. I thought I was going to lose my mind. Now Bo seems to be doing the same things. I ended up sleeping with them last night because Bo wouldn't let me leave without her screaming and crying. It is frustrating, exhausting, and heartbreaking. All I want Santa to bring me for Christmas is some good dreams for my girls and some good night rests. Maybe I should write to Taylor Swift. She seemed to like me in my dream. Maybe she can answer all of my problems... or throw saxophones at me. At least it takes my mind off the fact that I am basically sleepwalking today!
Bo woke up screaming last night... twice. She keeps waking up telling me she has peed the bed, even though she is wearing a diaper. I realized this morning that might be a good thing because she is starting to wake up when she pees. Of course, this would be helpful before, but what can you do? Boo woke up crying once (I went to get her and she was standing at the door and it freaked me out so much that I screamed), but also had me wake up to take her to the bathroom. iLyn has a cold and woke up several times crying in the night as well. Least to say, we didn't get much sleep last night. My poor husband said he had about 45 minute intervals of sleep (plus the fact that we didn't go to bed until late. We were watching a human version of Mr. Toad on PBS. It was great).
It is a rare occurrence when our oldest child goes through the night without having a bad dream. It breaks my heart because I know there isn't a whole lot I can do about it. She wakes up sobbing, just like I used to do. She wakes me up to take her to the bathroom, just like I used to do (sorry, Mom. I realize how difficult that must have been for you, especially since I did it until I was almost nine, I think). I try to comfort her as much as possible, but she keeps having all of these bad dreams about me dying, just like I used to do. I feel so bad for her because it doesn't allow her to have a great rest when she keeps waking up. One night she woke up four times. It was crazy. I thought I was going to lose my mind. Now Bo seems to be doing the same things. I ended up sleeping with them last night because Bo wouldn't let me leave without her screaming and crying. It is frustrating, exhausting, and heartbreaking. All I want Santa to bring me for Christmas is some good dreams for my girls and some good night rests. Maybe I should write to Taylor Swift. She seemed to like me in my dream. Maybe she can answer all of my problems... or throw saxophones at me. At least it takes my mind off the fact that I am basically sleepwalking today!
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Fun with the Holidays
Boy, a girl goes to bed at a decent hour for a week and the whole blogging world continues on without her... I wrote this DAYS ago, but am just now posting it. I am very, very slow :)
This has been a busy week and a half in our home. Last week, the baby had a doctor's appointment across the valley, but we were able to meet up with our lovely friends (and now family), Steph and Princess Paisley, and have a great time having lunch, talking, and playing at a mall in the play area (Steph and I loved going down the slides ;). The city had a big shindig last weekend and so we came home and were able to watch the fireworks happening across the street at the stadium. Then, on Saturday, we went to our HOA Christmas party. I couldn't get my act together so we were two hours late. It would have been a ton of fun if we had gotten there early because they had "sleigh rides" (as much as you can have on asphalt) pulled by Clydesdales, goats for petting, pictures with Santa, ornament making, food, one of those inflatable jumping things (you know what I mean), music, and a train to drive them around the playground. Since we got there so late (it went until 4 o'clock, but most of the people must have practiced daylight savings, because they were done around three). Next year it should be fun :)
Running to the party!
The old horses.
She wouldn't touch the goat. I had a difficult time with it myself. I am still afraid to touch "wild" animals.
Great sun-in-my-eyes shot.
Then, we headed over to the city's party. They had hot air balloons, elephant rides, another train, people dressed up as trees (scared Bo), clowns (scared me), baby kangaroos, baby mountain lions, wolf, fox, turtles, snakes, cockroaches, parrots, a couple of rides, a bunch of booths, and no "fair" like atmosphere would be complete without the food. Of course, I mistreated my girls by only getting them kettle corn. It was a fun time and a great community event. Then, we rushed home, got on some warmer clothes and headed over to a Christmas light parade. It was so cool. Apparently it started out as just a bunch of families getting together to put on a light parade (everything and everyone was lit up). It is a little more commercial now (or so I am told), but it was still a lot of fun. Afterward, we headed over to have some ice cream at an old fashion ice cream parlor. We were able to hang out with one of David's co-workers and have us some fabulous ice cream. Of course, we ate outside (because they must think us former Alaskans are tough) and the girls were convulsing with cold. It was a great time, however.
This is over at the City's party.
Elephants? Seriously? That's so cool. We didn't ride them, however, as Boo reminded me when we were leaving. I didn't bring any money. I am lame.
Playing in the bubbles (that are curiously not in the picture)
Getting to know Mr. Turtle.
My friend gave us that shirt and Bo lived in it for three days. I finally had to grab it and run to the laundry with it. Girlfriend loves her some HSM!
Apparently he is texting Santa.
Major baby excitement!
Baseball toss.
A joey.
A baby mountain lion. I asked the guy how he got the cat and I was expecting this long story about how they rescued the cat out of a tree or out of someone's backyard. Nope, they get excess babies from zoos and then train them to behave so they can tour around and set them up for people to gawk at without maiming them. Sad, but I too am guilty of the gawking.
She looks like someone out of Babes and Toyland with Keanu.
Lights, lights, lights!
Poor baby!
Doing what we like to do best at a parade: consume mass quantities of popcorn.
I love this picture because little Bo's head looks like it is detached or she is getting the old half Nelson.
Yeah!
The other night we decided we would write our letters to Santa. I had to calm Boo down after a little while because she basically wants Toys-r-Us (even though she has never been there). Everything had to do with Barbie. Why is she so darn popular? I mean, she doesn't even blink! I guess I would have a constant smile if everyone moved me around and took me places and I didn't have to put on make up or go to the bathroom. I guess that would make my life easier... I digress. Anyway, everything Barbie as you can see:
Bo, however, didn't even want to write anything. Apparently she is confident she is going to get what she wants. And although that doesn't surprise me, I would think she would at least want to tell him something. She is leaving it to chance, I suppose. I added his name and who it is from, just in case.
After we finished the letters, the girls and I sat around and sang Christmas carols, at the top of our lungs. We belted out Jingle Bells and Deck the Halls. Both girls were singing in their best operatic voices (me included) and gave generous applause to one another. The baby sang her little songs (you know, baby songs) and we all clapped and laughed. Bo interpretive danced while Boo sang and vise verse. There, of course, was some booty shaking from Bo, but that is a given in our house. I wish I never would have sang that song... "Shake, shake, shake... shake, shake shake, shake your booty, shake your booty." Darn 70s keep attacking!
All in all it has been a busy, crazy week. I haven't been doing well with my blog stalking and comment leaving (I even copied my friend's post earlier this week), but I will try to be better. It has been fun putting up the tree and spending time at the playground with the girls and their new little friend, Giselle from across the street. They are like three peas in a pod. It is fun times and I am enjoying life. We are well and pray you are too!
This has been a busy week and a half in our home. Last week, the baby had a doctor's appointment across the valley, but we were able to meet up with our lovely friends (and now family), Steph and Princess Paisley, and have a great time having lunch, talking, and playing at a mall in the play area (Steph and I loved going down the slides ;). The city had a big shindig last weekend and so we came home and were able to watch the fireworks happening across the street at the stadium. Then, on Saturday, we went to our HOA Christmas party. I couldn't get my act together so we were two hours late. It would have been a ton of fun if we had gotten there early because they had "sleigh rides" (as much as you can have on asphalt) pulled by Clydesdales, goats for petting, pictures with Santa, ornament making, food, one of those inflatable jumping things (you know what I mean), music, and a train to drive them around the playground. Since we got there so late (it went until 4 o'clock, but most of the people must have practiced daylight savings, because they were done around three). Next year it should be fun :)
Running to the party!
The old horses.
She wouldn't touch the goat. I had a difficult time with it myself. I am still afraid to touch "wild" animals.
Great sun-in-my-eyes shot.Then, we headed over to the city's party. They had hot air balloons, elephant rides, another train, people dressed up as trees (scared Bo), clowns (scared me), baby kangaroos, baby mountain lions, wolf, fox, turtles, snakes, cockroaches, parrots, a couple of rides, a bunch of booths, and no "fair" like atmosphere would be complete without the food. Of course, I mistreated my girls by only getting them kettle corn. It was a fun time and a great community event. Then, we rushed home, got on some warmer clothes and headed over to a Christmas light parade. It was so cool. Apparently it started out as just a bunch of families getting together to put on a light parade (everything and everyone was lit up). It is a little more commercial now (or so I am told), but it was still a lot of fun. Afterward, we headed over to have some ice cream at an old fashion ice cream parlor. We were able to hang out with one of David's co-workers and have us some fabulous ice cream. Of course, we ate outside (because they must think us former Alaskans are tough) and the girls were convulsing with cold. It was a great time, however.
This is over at the City's party.
Elephants? Seriously? That's so cool. We didn't ride them, however, as Boo reminded me when we were leaving. I didn't bring any money. I am lame.
Playing in the bubbles (that are curiously not in the picture)
Getting to know Mr. Turtle.
My friend gave us that shirt and Bo lived in it for three days. I finally had to grab it and run to the laundry with it. Girlfriend loves her some HSM!
Apparently he is texting Santa.
Major baby excitement!
Baseball toss.
A joey.
A baby mountain lion. I asked the guy how he got the cat and I was expecting this long story about how they rescued the cat out of a tree or out of someone's backyard. Nope, they get excess babies from zoos and then train them to behave so they can tour around and set them up for people to gawk at without maiming them. Sad, but I too am guilty of the gawking.
She looks like someone out of Babes and Toyland with Keanu.
Lights, lights, lights!
Poor baby!
Doing what we like to do best at a parade: consume mass quantities of popcorn.
I love this picture because little Bo's head looks like it is detached or she is getting the old half Nelson.
Yeah!The other night we decided we would write our letters to Santa. I had to calm Boo down after a little while because she basically wants Toys-r-Us (even though she has never been there). Everything had to do with Barbie. Why is she so darn popular? I mean, she doesn't even blink! I guess I would have a constant smile if everyone moved me around and took me places and I didn't have to put on make up or go to the bathroom. I guess that would make my life easier... I digress. Anyway, everything Barbie as you can see:
Bo, however, didn't even want to write anything. Apparently she is confident she is going to get what she wants. And although that doesn't surprise me, I would think she would at least want to tell him something. She is leaving it to chance, I suppose. I added his name and who it is from, just in case.
After we finished the letters, the girls and I sat around and sang Christmas carols, at the top of our lungs. We belted out Jingle Bells and Deck the Halls. Both girls were singing in their best operatic voices (me included) and gave generous applause to one another. The baby sang her little songs (you know, baby songs) and we all clapped and laughed. Bo interpretive danced while Boo sang and vise verse. There, of course, was some booty shaking from Bo, but that is a given in our house. I wish I never would have sang that song... "Shake, shake, shake... shake, shake shake, shake your booty, shake your booty." Darn 70s keep attacking!
All in all it has been a busy, crazy week. I haven't been doing well with my blog stalking and comment leaving (I even copied my friend's post earlier this week), but I will try to be better. It has been fun putting up the tree and spending time at the playground with the girls and their new little friend, Giselle from across the street. They are like three peas in a pod. It is fun times and I am enjoying life. We are well and pray you are too!
Monday, December 8, 2008
Twilight, The Lost Screenplay
I am stealing this from Lynsey because this is too funny! I don't know who this guy is, but I think this is hilarious.
Scene 7
MEAN VAMPIRE JAMES: You puny humans are so predictable and weak. Now I've got you alone, free to toy with you and torture you and deliver lengthy explanatory monologues to you! I just hope I don't waste so much time fartin' around that when I finally do decide to kill you it's too late because Edward and the Cullens have arrived to save you!
BELLA: That would certainly be an unusual twist!
MEAN VAMPIRE JAMES: I must say, I can see why Edward likes you. Your smell is overpowering!
BELLA: Oh, you can smell that? Sorry, I thought I could sneak one out....
MEAN VAMPIRE JAMES: Never mind! At last it is time for me to--
EDWARD: Not so fast, Count Jerkula!
MEAN VAMPIRE JAMES: Edward! And the Cullens! Who could have foreseen your perfectly timed arrival?!
ALICE: I could have! Didn't, but could have!
(Fighting ensues. MEAN VAMPIRE JAMES is vanquished.)
EDWARD: Bella! Are you OK? He bit you! I've got to suck out the vampire poison!
BELLA: Edward, you don't have to make up excuses to put your mouth on me. I mean honestly, who ever heard of "vampire poison"?
EDWARD: I'm serious! It's coursing through your veins as we speak!
BELLA: Uh-huh. Whatever you say, Powder.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Reason Number 898,561,258,978,597...
... why I love my husband. Let me explain a little background for this story:
I am a killer. Not the crazy I-need-my-daughter-to-be-a-cheerleader kind of way, of course. I am a killer of... vacuums. I don't know what it is about our tumultuous relationship that leaves us both so bitter during our short time together, but it has definitely caused me many a trips to the dumpster. Now before you go thinking this might have happened to me once, I will tell you that in the last four years, I have killed four vacuums. We just don't see eye to eye. I want it to pick up everything, even rocks, and small animals (jokes), and it just wants to do the minimum amount of work. I have had them smoke, have hair wrapped around the roller so that it no longer turns, leave me picking up every single piece of string because the roller no longer turns, etc. They are a pain, pure and simple. Can't stand them.
So, when we moved down here, I decided to buy a cheap vacuum because, as I told you, I tend to commit violent crimes against them. I felt like $40 for a vacuum could be a good investment. Um, wrong. My $40 vacuum was a joke. I ended up having to lift the vacuum up and on top of the things I wanted it to pick up (example: Cheerios. They were the worst and the baby loves her some cheerios). It never picked up lint (and, with my husband's lovely black socks, it is everywhere) or string or, well, basically much of anything. It was a royal pain and a HUGE waste of money. I tried to make due with what I had. Then, when we moved into our new house I decided I wasn't going to settle for second best, that I was retiring my vacuum harming days and purchase a REAL vacuum (those Oreck commercials were starting to look pretty good). This, of course, doesn't work so well into my plan of being frugal because nice vacuums are not so cheap. But, I would rather purchase a more expensive vacuum than replace my whole carpet.
That being said, I will get back to why I love my husband. I had planned on going out shopping the day after Thanksgiving until I realized that I didn't go to bed until almost 2 am. When David woke me up at 4:30, I decided it was too late and went back to sleep. I woke up a few hours later with David telling me that we needed to talk. He told me he was sick of the house being dirty and that he had made up a list of things for me to do while he and the girls went to a movie. I was shocked, to say the least. I thought I had been so good with the house, for once in my life! So, I got up and went downstairs to see said list. It ended up being a love note which told me to go buy my vacuum and the girls' Christmas (he wanted to make me mad so it would seem sweeter. We are sick, I know, but it worked :) So, at 9:30 am, I headed over to Target to get my Dyson. The deal was, you bought it for $50 off of the regular price and they gave you a $100 gift card. Therefore, I was able to get all of our Christmas shopping that day, at one store. And, of course, the vacuum donated proceeds to breast cancer research. Love it. And as I was pushing around my little cart, a woman came up and told me that she loves her Dyson and it was worth every penny. She also told me her families' allergies have basically gone away because of it. Fabulous.
Some women go crazy over Manolo Blahnik shoes and Louis Vuitton handbags... I go crazy over household appliances. Yes, I am that far gone :)
So, I love my vacuum. I find myself daydreaming about the different ways to vacuum the floor, and all of the different patterns. I love to pull it out and look at it's pink loveliness. It is beautiful and so is my husband. I am usually a Walmart and Dollar Tree shopper (Target is upscale to me), but sometimes I think it's okay to indulge on those wonderful household items :) Thank you, David! You almost made all of my SAHM dreams come true (now only the Kitchen Aid is left and you have created my Barbie Dream House!)!!!!
New and improved vacuum. Isn't it cute? It works FABULOUSLY! Good thing I sold that extra kidney!
She loves it because it is pink.
One of my dear sister-in-laws, Suzanne, asked for some pictures of the house. I know this is lame (and the decorating is even lamer), but here is just a picture of the computer room. No portraits on the walls yet. This picture makes it look really tiny.
Windows in the room. Old school, non-flat monitor. I keep telling myself I am emo, or is it emu?
Another random picture. This thing was in storage from the time the oldest was 10 months old and on. I am so glad we get to use it now.
Such adorable sisters...
Senorita Bo after a nap.
I am a killer. Not the crazy I-need-my-daughter-to-be-a-cheerleader kind of way, of course. I am a killer of... vacuums. I don't know what it is about our tumultuous relationship that leaves us both so bitter during our short time together, but it has definitely caused me many a trips to the dumpster. Now before you go thinking this might have happened to me once, I will tell you that in the last four years, I have killed four vacuums. We just don't see eye to eye. I want it to pick up everything, even rocks, and small animals (jokes), and it just wants to do the minimum amount of work. I have had them smoke, have hair wrapped around the roller so that it no longer turns, leave me picking up every single piece of string because the roller no longer turns, etc. They are a pain, pure and simple. Can't stand them.
So, when we moved down here, I decided to buy a cheap vacuum because, as I told you, I tend to commit violent crimes against them. I felt like $40 for a vacuum could be a good investment. Um, wrong. My $40 vacuum was a joke. I ended up having to lift the vacuum up and on top of the things I wanted it to pick up (example: Cheerios. They were the worst and the baby loves her some cheerios). It never picked up lint (and, with my husband's lovely black socks, it is everywhere) or string or, well, basically much of anything. It was a royal pain and a HUGE waste of money. I tried to make due with what I had. Then, when we moved into our new house I decided I wasn't going to settle for second best, that I was retiring my vacuum harming days and purchase a REAL vacuum (those Oreck commercials were starting to look pretty good). This, of course, doesn't work so well into my plan of being frugal because nice vacuums are not so cheap. But, I would rather purchase a more expensive vacuum than replace my whole carpet.
That being said, I will get back to why I love my husband. I had planned on going out shopping the day after Thanksgiving until I realized that I didn't go to bed until almost 2 am. When David woke me up at 4:30, I decided it was too late and went back to sleep. I woke up a few hours later with David telling me that we needed to talk. He told me he was sick of the house being dirty and that he had made up a list of things for me to do while he and the girls went to a movie. I was shocked, to say the least. I thought I had been so good with the house, for once in my life! So, I got up and went downstairs to see said list. It ended up being a love note which told me to go buy my vacuum and the girls' Christmas (he wanted to make me mad so it would seem sweeter. We are sick, I know, but it worked :) So, at 9:30 am, I headed over to Target to get my Dyson. The deal was, you bought it for $50 off of the regular price and they gave you a $100 gift card. Therefore, I was able to get all of our Christmas shopping that day, at one store. And, of course, the vacuum donated proceeds to breast cancer research. Love it. And as I was pushing around my little cart, a woman came up and told me that she loves her Dyson and it was worth every penny. She also told me her families' allergies have basically gone away because of it. Fabulous.
Some women go crazy over Manolo Blahnik shoes and Louis Vuitton handbags... I go crazy over household appliances. Yes, I am that far gone :)
So, I love my vacuum. I find myself daydreaming about the different ways to vacuum the floor, and all of the different patterns. I love to pull it out and look at it's pink loveliness. It is beautiful and so is my husband. I am usually a Walmart and Dollar Tree shopper (Target is upscale to me), but sometimes I think it's okay to indulge on those wonderful household items :) Thank you, David! You almost made all of my SAHM dreams come true (now only the Kitchen Aid is left and you have created my Barbie Dream House!)!!!!
The old, useless vacuum has been exiled to the kids playroom.
New and improved vacuum. Isn't it cute? It works FABULOUSLY! Good thing I sold that extra kidney!
She loves it because it is pink.
One of my dear sister-in-laws, Suzanne, asked for some pictures of the house. I know this is lame (and the decorating is even lamer), but here is just a picture of the computer room. No portraits on the walls yet. This picture makes it look really tiny.
Windows in the room. Old school, non-flat monitor. I keep telling myself I am emo, or is it emu?
Another random picture. This thing was in storage from the time the oldest was 10 months old and on. I am so glad we get to use it now.
Such adorable sisters...
Senorita Bo after a nap.Help Me! I am in Potty Training Hades!
We have had a crisis in our home the last week or so. It involves our middle daughter, Bo. Bo is a tough girl. She is just as stubborn as her mom and she hardly EVER does what she doesn't want to do. David always tells me she is the rock that is going to break us. This can be a good thing, right? I mean, when she is a good girl, she will be an excellent girl, RIGHT?!?!?
Anyway, so Bo has been potty trained for about three to four months now. We have had little to no problems with her. All of a sudden, however, things have turned for the worse. She has had an accident multiple times a day (and we are not talking about the wet kinds) for the past week. We have talked gently to her about not doing it, we have yelled, we have sent her to her room, put her back in diapers, taken everything off, taken away toys, pillows, play time, rewarded her for going, and all to no avail. I know you are not supposed to punish them for having relapse, but this is insane! Plus, she is getting a very sore bum from this whole ordeal. I think we have sent her to bed early every night this week. I cannot imagine this is fun for her, but I don't know what else to do. We are seriously at our wits end. I have already thrown away a ton of underwear, but they aren't cheap and replacing them won't be either. Plus, diapers are just, if not more, as expensive and we already have one in diapers all day long (Bo wears them at night because she isn't nighttime potty trained). I am seriously ready to toss in towel. I am so frustrated right now. She actually went on the floor today. WHAT??? Of course, the rest of the day was great until she stood in the kitchen and did her business in a pull-up. AGGGGHHHH!!!! I don't know what to do!!!!!!!!
Does anyone have any advise or experience in this area? I know she is not even three years old (our oldest wasn't potty trained until she was three), but I can't keep tossing underwear and I can't afford the diapers. I also can't understand how one little girl can be so smart and not remember when she has to go to the bathroom. It's like she has toilet amnesia. I would be inclined to think that this was because of some big change in our life, but nothing has really happened (well, we moved into a new house, but that was a month ago) to be so stressful. I am at a complete loss. I know she knows what to do, she is just deciding not to, for some reason. I could almost believe that she is so caught up in what she is doing that she forgets. But every day for a week, three to four times a day (yes, that many)?? I am having a hard time with it.
PLEASE HELP ME! :)
Anyway, so Bo has been potty trained for about three to four months now. We have had little to no problems with her. All of a sudden, however, things have turned for the worse. She has had an accident multiple times a day (and we are not talking about the wet kinds) for the past week. We have talked gently to her about not doing it, we have yelled, we have sent her to her room, put her back in diapers, taken everything off, taken away toys, pillows, play time, rewarded her for going, and all to no avail. I know you are not supposed to punish them for having relapse, but this is insane! Plus, she is getting a very sore bum from this whole ordeal. I think we have sent her to bed early every night this week. I cannot imagine this is fun for her, but I don't know what else to do. We are seriously at our wits end. I have already thrown away a ton of underwear, but they aren't cheap and replacing them won't be either. Plus, diapers are just, if not more, as expensive and we already have one in diapers all day long (Bo wears them at night because she isn't nighttime potty trained). I am seriously ready to toss in towel. I am so frustrated right now. She actually went on the floor today. WHAT??? Of course, the rest of the day was great until she stood in the kitchen and did her business in a pull-up. AGGGGHHHH!!!! I don't know what to do!!!!!!!!
Does anyone have any advise or experience in this area? I know she is not even three years old (our oldest wasn't potty trained until she was three), but I can't keep tossing underwear and I can't afford the diapers. I also can't understand how one little girl can be so smart and not remember when she has to go to the bathroom. It's like she has toilet amnesia. I would be inclined to think that this was because of some big change in our life, but nothing has really happened (well, we moved into a new house, but that was a month ago) to be so stressful. I am at a complete loss. I know she knows what to do, she is just deciding not to, for some reason. I could almost believe that she is so caught up in what she is doing that she forgets. But every day for a week, three to four times a day (yes, that many)?? I am having a hard time with it.
PLEASE HELP ME! :)
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