Ear Aches and Lucky Breaks

Matt's ear was really hurting him so we got a dr. appt for the morning. All he wanted to do that morning was sit in front of the tv with a blanket, and he kept asking me to come hold him. . . that is a Defiinte sign that he wasn't feeling well. I told him we would go to the doctor and she would give us some medicine to help it feel better, and he was surprisingly very excited about that. I guess the fear of the doctor was no competition for the pain he was in. I sent Alaina with a friend to a swim party and the two boys and I headed off to the doctor with plenty of time to spare. Until we were about a block away from our destination. I heard Matt's little voice from way in the back seat say, "Mom, I have to throw up." Matt has always been so good about telling us when he has to throw, plenty of warning to get him to the toilet or the sink. . .I was sure I had time to get to the side of the road, which I promptly did. But alas, there was no holding back on his part, and I could hear the disaster from the front seat. The poor boy was covered, COVERED, in it. Not a dry piece of clothing. . .even his diaper had chunks in it. So I stripped him down, while calling the dr. office to let them know I would be a bit behind schedule (they were so ornery. . . told me I couldn't be more than 15 minutes late, luckily we were just around the corner). Then as I was trying to console my sick, sad and naked little boy and change his diaper at the same time. . . the darn thing broke, I ripped the veclro tab right off! So now I have a diaperless, naked, vomiting little boy, and a really stinky car.Needless to say we did get to the doctor on time, Matthew was adorned in an overly large and fairly used Quiznos shirt (which he was embarrassed to be in, but was greatful that Daddy took time out of his busy day to come rescue us in true hero fashion) and a diaper which hung loosely around one leg. What a zoo! I looked like the mother of the year to be sure. But 20 minutes later, and a few tears to boot, we had a prescription and a promise of a much better feeling ear in a few days. "But No Swimming For a Week" said the doctor. (Not if you have Chuck for a daddy!) The rule has been no head under the water. . . He would be miserable without the pool.

$98 dollar miracle ear healing solution! (Worth it to see a smile on his face again)

But I guess the Lord figured that with all the ear aches and such, he would give me a lucky break! I found this in the parking lot at Carl's Jr. on Saturday. Just lying in the middle of an empty parking lot, waiting for someone to come rescue it from the blistering asphalt and scorching sun. Perchance a car should run over it and crush it to oblivion?

Works and everything! Any game suggestions? It had Monster Jam in it already!

For Denise

Ok, I have never been too terribly in to the whole Halloween thing, especially not when compared to Denise, who is absolutey amazing when it comes to all things Halloween and party related. Her talent has piqued my interest! And isn't that what talent should be all about anyway? Ya know, doing something you love and are good at, which in turn helps others see things in a new and exciting way? So Denise, your talent has touched me! Even if it does bring me to this gorgeously gruesome grist!

And Denise. . . I soo wish I lived closer to you. . . I would so be in line with you for both movies. . .that is if you would have me.

OH MY HEEAAVENS!

These look more than heavenly! I think I will take a whirl and make them for the ladies I visit teach this month! Wouldn't you love to see me if I showed up at your door with a plate full of this scrum-diddlie-umptious goodness? I would love to see me!

Picky Palate has THE BEST recipes on it. I am not a cook, ask my husband, but I am inspired by Jenny's talent and willingness to share. She uses so many things that I already have sitting around, it doesn't make shopping too stressful. . .and if her kids will eat it, hopefully mine will at least try it. I am addicted to her blog. . anxious to see what new beautiful dish she will share!

Crafty Aspirations

Think I am going to attempt to make my own version of these. Matt has been enthralled with imagining that monsters are under his bed or in the closets, worth foes for him and his trusty sword. (Whilst he slept, Alaina insisted we purchase it for him as we were leaving Seaworld not too long ago. It was sweet, I thought she had changed her mind from a safe and sensible purchase of a stuffed Shamu. When she told me she wanted a bulky plastic sword I was adamant that she was not getting that. . . she broke down in tears. Finally, frustrated and frazzled she was able to explain to her dumb mommy that she wanted to get it for Matt. Now that made sense).

So anyway, maybe surprising him these will add a few more minutes of entertainment to his already extravagant role playing adventure. O how I wish I could be swept swiftly away by a brave knight to my yesteryear with only monsters, dragons and evil witches hiding dauntingly in the dark corners of my closet to battle.

Super Cute!

Check these out! Love them and this super talented lady is giving them away! I can't wait to check out her store in Etsy! Alaina would love these. . .what chic girlie-girl wouldn't? And then there were these awesome beanies on Simple Finds that definitely take the cake. I have tried crocheting 10 thousand times plus. . . ask my mother in law. I just can't get right! Chuck always laughs at me when I pull it all out to try again. But I figure if I keep trying one of these days I will get it down!

2 Months Old

So while I have been finding time to gripe about life. . . my life has been growing up faster than I thought possible, and ever wanted. Damon is already 2 months old! Smiling and talking so much sooner than I remember the other two reaching those mile-stones. I have tried to make sure that the moments when the smiles come and the sweet baby talk gurgles from his round little face are the moments I take to slow down and listen. I want them to be the moments I use to look in his sweet blue eyes and tell him I love him. This moment will only last a flicker of an eye lash and then the world that seems to have slowed down for a millisecond will jump back into full speed, with a forward moving momentum, much to brisk for my liking.
Alaina seems to know that fleeting is the time she has with a little brother who won't try to take over her room, steal her toys, or antagonize her for the sheer enjoyment of it all. She is a gentle and loving big sister. Damon is lucky to have her. She definitely has a maternal instinct. She has already told me that she wants to grow up to be a mommy like me, to work for Pappa like I do, and when she gets married she is going to live in the same house as me! Well I guess we'll take the good with the bad. I tell her she will change her mind about some of that, but she disagrees. But then again, when doesn't she disagree with me, and all the while she wears that sweet grin on her face. She really is getting much to skilled in the debate and negotiating forums. But no debate about it, she loves her "beautiful Damon!"
Matthew is still busier than a bee on a pollen buzz! But he finds an ocassional moment to kick it with his little bro. Tonight they tried to settle down for a private screening of "Cars" courtesy of Matt Riddle Theaters, complete with a cushy perch to view the rip roarin' movie on Matt's "Cars" bed. Damon lost interest quickly, but not before I could snap a pic of the two of them just bein' boys. Sure there are lots more nights like this to come!

He can't seem to get enough of the pool. Loves to chase the girls around the perimeter with the hose. Squeals of laughter are his end goal!! His favorite is to jump on the tramp with the girls and the hose. . . what a BOY!
Alaina, well cute as she might be, she is always always up to something. Formulating some new system of logic to convince me that she is older than 4 1/2 and that she knows better than me. Scary thing is. . . she is very persuasive!

Part of the Reason

Part of the reason I am feeling a bit stressed is the twenty pounds I have put on in the last 4 1/2 years. I hope it won't take me as long to take it off. Granted, I will give myself the fact that I did just have a baby, but the acceptable time frame for using the word "just" is rapidly running out.

It is time to begin shaking some of this extra weight off.

I feel exposed, naked, and grotesquely out of shape. At the beginning of a long road, but at least back on the saddle right?