Thursday, April 29, 2010

Dirty Laundry

I'm talking about my laundry over at DC Metro Moms today.  A must read, for sure. Go on, check it out!

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Much improved

Bacon be gone! I guess the nitrates were doing a number on him, and the thing is, I know better. I know how out of whack Oscar gets on any kind of artificial colors/flavors/preservatives.  I guess I was blinded by my love of bacon, and Oscar is at the finicky eater stage and he loves bacon. I am going to get him some nitrate free bacon this weekend.

So, much improved.  As in, napping is happening.  As in, both boys are at my feet right now, assembling a monster-sized train track.  Together.  "Which train do you want Miles?  Do you want Toby?  Here, you can have Spencer!" As in, no physical fighting and no screaming (well, no more than normal toddler screaming.)

This?  Has been a fantastic day.  Oscar at all of his lunch; a whole grilled cheese and about a half cup of grapes. He even at his breakfast, and the breakfast was SHARED French toast and strawberries for both boys.  "Here, Miles!  Some strawberries for you.  Do you want some of my French toast?  Okay!  Can I try yours?  Okay, thank you, Miles."

This day.  This day reminds me what a joy and privileged it is to be a parent to these two boys.  Leading rock renditions of the Itsy, Bitsy Spider; building and rebuilding train tracks; chasing them up and down the hallway, "Fee, fi, foe, fum!  I smell little boys and I'm gonna get some!"; uncontrolled giggles; spontanious kiss and "I love yous."

These boys.  These boys.  They've got my heart.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Almond apricot chicken with mint pesto

So, weeks and weeks ago I promised that I'd post a recipie from my meal plan and let folks vote on what they wanted to see.  There wasn't a whole lot of consensus (or votes), but the almond apricot chicken with mint pesto got the most votes.

I've been putting off posting because the photos didn't turn out great and the kids were particularly squirrelly the day I was making it (hence not great photos.)  And, truth be told, I didn't LOVE the chicken or the pesto.  I though the pesto was too oily and the chicken was good but not good enough for all the calories and fat.  But Nelson really enjoyed it, so here goes:

Almond Apricot Chicken with Mint Pesto from Great Food Fast

For the pesto:
3 cups lightly packed fresh mint
1/4 cup sliced almonds
1/2 cup olive oil

1. In a food processor, combine the mint and almonds; process until finely chopped.
Hey, is that bowl on backwards?  Why yes, yes it is.  And no, I'm not going to tell you how long it took me to figure that out.
Still on wrong...

Yeah, she's got it!

2. With the motor running, gradually pour the olive oil through the feed tube.  Season with salt.  Keep at room temp until ready to serve.
My giant man-hands dwarfing that two cup measuring cup.  GIANT, I know.

Pesto photographs HORRIBLY
For the chicken:

Mmm...raw chicken
4 boneless, skinless chicken breast halves (6 oz. each) (mine were closer to 4 oz. each; still worked)
1/2 cup sliced almonds
2 ounces goat cheese
Course salt
Fresh ground pepper
4 dried apricots, cut into 1/4 inch pieces
1/2 cup plain breadcrumbs
1 large egg, lightly beaten
1 tablespoon olive oil

1. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees.  Cut a slit in one side of each chicken breast to create a 4 inch long pocket.

2. Combine 1/4 cup of the almonds with the goat cheese and apricots.  Stuff each breast with a quarter of the mixture; season with salt and pepper.
Almonds, apricots, cheese, prior to mixing

Raw chicken with cheese, yum

3. On a plate, combine the bread crumbs and the remaining 1/4 cup of almonds.  Dip each piece of chicken into the beaten egg, then dredge in the breadcrumb mixture.

Note small child attempting to scale dishwasher to eat raw egg, breadcrumbs.

Miles was climbing my legs while I took this photo.

4. Heat the oil in a large oven proof nonstick skillet (I NEVER use nonstick skillets, FTR) over medium heat and cook the chicken until golden on all sides - 3 to 4 minutes each side.  Transfer skillet with chicken to oven and bake until cooked through, about 15 minutes.

NOT non-stick, but no sticking occured

Serve with mint pesto on the side.

Look at all the crap on my table.  No, I don't mean the food.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

A decision I don't want to make

I think this is the end of the line for Nebo.  He jumped over the neighbor's fence again today after he'd been out there less than a minute.  The neighbors had not locked their fence so he came around to the front of the house to come home and there was a man directly in front of our house walking his kid to school.  Nebo snapped at him (the man, not the kid) and then ran back to the neighbor's yard.

All this happened in the span of about 30 seconds, because as soon as I realized he was not in the back I came to the front go get him.  We have a glass front door so I saw him coming home and saw him snap at the man.  It was not the guy's fault.  He was just, you know, walking his kid to school.  And Nebo was scared because he couldn't figure out how to get home.

Because of Nebo's history, there are four options at this point, as I see it:

1) Pay thousands of dollars for a privacy fence between us and our neighbors;
2) Take Nebo out in the backyard on a leash to use the bathroom several times a day;
3) Return him to the no-kill shelter where we adopted him;
4) Have him put down (last resort, obvs.)

We don't have the money for a new fence.  And that's more a long term solution anyways.  We have to go through our town council and get approval; get approval from our neighbors; get a building permit; hire a contractor; wait a million years to get the effing thing built. Months, even if we did have the cash.

Taking him out on a leash ever time he uses the bathroom is an option, but not a very good one.  I can't really leave my kids unattended for several minutes while Nebo does his business.  And I can't very well have preschoolers and a toddler out in the yard while I'm waiting for Nebo to take a crap because you know the kids will be all up in that business.  Also, he won't be able to play with Valentine and that sucks for both of them.

Returning him to the no-kill shelter is a real option.  When we adopted him, as part of the contract they said they would take Nebo back if we could not keep him for any reason, and it even stipulates that he should be returned to them and not given to another owner or another shelter.  But I just keep thinking that he's never going to get a new home, you know? Because who is going to adopt a biter? No one wants a dog with a history of biting.

The thought of putting him down is just too awful.  Nebo is only eight years old, so he still has another 2-4 years left on his life (on average, larger dogs live 10-12 years) and he is otherwise healthy.  But, he has a history of biting.  Yes, I trust him around my kids but I don't trust him around strangers, or even my neighbors.    That's just not okay.

So, I'll be taking him out in the yard on his leash until we make a decision.  Maybe that will not be as inconvenient as I think?  It still doesn't seem like a real solution, though, because what if Nebo gets out again? What if he jumps the fence while my neighbors are out in their yard and bites someone?  Then we will have to put Nebo down for sure and I'll feel guilty about not returning him to the shelter when I had the chance.  But, the shelter?  I mean, it is a nice shelter, but to have to live the rest of his life there, away from Valentine who he worships and adores?  How awful for him.  Possibly a fate worse than death.

Nelson gets back from Texas tonight and we're going to think about it this weekend.  This is not a decision either of us want to make.  We love Nebo.  He is a part of this family.

This sucks.

Nebo, when he's not biting.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

RTT: The bright side

Tuesday: At least it's not Monday!


*Well, my break didn't come in the form of yesterday.  Oscar was wired all day long and Miles woke TWICE last night (1:15AM and 4:15AM) and he ended up in my bed because I was exhausted and ohmygod the crying.  I think he's cutting more molars.  It just feels like a big karmic F-U as this is happening while Nelson is in Texas.  I blame Texas.  Bath time was the type of nightmare that finds Johnny Depp spewing blood from the ceiling, but bed time went surprisingly well.  And dinner with my friend Pam was fantastic, and she even helped clean up.  Today has been better.  I was able to shower, so major points over yesterday already.  I've decided that all the preservatives in the bacon Oscar has been having for breakfast are what has been making him nuts, so no bacon today and we'll see how it goes.

*Oscar is saying, "No, thank you" on the reg so yeah for polite preschoolers!

*My friend Jane and her son Gideon are coming for dinner and I'm really looking forward to it. Sloppy Joes, sweet potato fries, and green beans.  I might try to make something for desert if I have time today.

*The ants are back, those little bastards.  Exterminator comes today, so they'll be be kissing their thoraxes good bye.

*Nebo climbed over the fence again this morning, but Valentine did not.  I'd like to think that she refrained due to my strict admonishment, and that she's making the connection "going over the fence = less time outside." I realize this is unlikely, but please don't ruin my delusion.  My delusions are all that are keeping me going this week.

*Do you know who Justin Bieber is?  If you do, you should check out this website.  Love or loath him, it is pretty awesome documentation  of a phenomenon knows as Biebinism.  It is so worth the click, I swear to you.

*My goals for today: 1) Scold less; 2) Laugh more; 3) Do better.

That's all for today.  Get thee to Keely's for more Random Thoughts!

Monday, April 19, 2010

Really? No, really?

If you read my blog at all last week, you know I've been having a bit of a rough go of it.  Such is life.  In truth, last week was a bit better.  Similar struggles, but I think I handled them better.

Anyways, after the TJs incident and the farmer's market incident, I was really looking for things to go a little more smoothly.  Like, I was dealing with about as much crap as I could handled, so I was hoping for no new crap.  This was not to be.

So.  We have these neighbors.  They are nice, but very annoying.  They are loud; they park in front of our driveway (or even IN our driveway); they always have a ton of guests and often late at night; their house is in need of some repairs; their backyard is an eyesore (there is no grass and it is filled with junk) their compost heap is gigantic and not well cared for (read: it STINKS).  No matter how nice they are, they still make for shitty neighbors.  Also, their youngest son used to torment our dogs.  Now, their grandsons do.  This is particularly annoy as we've had some serious issues with Nebo, so 4-year-olds coming up to my fence and screaming at my dogs is not good.  And the parents do nothing even though we've explained that we'd like the kids to leave the dogs alone.

Okay, that was all a bit more than you need to know.  I'm getting to the point now, I swear.

Where was I?  Oh, shitty neighbors and looking for a karmic break.  Right.

It was Monday or Tuesday morning and I realized that the dogs had been outside for more than an hour.  They usually request to come in after 30 minutes so.  I went to the back and whistled for them (our yard is completely fenced in) and I heard them barking frantically FROM A DISTANCE and I could not see them.

I stepped outside and I realized that both of my dogs were in the neighbor's (really disgusting) back yard.  This was about 7AM so the neighbors were not up, and I just walked over and opened their gate and my dogs ran home.

Valentine has jumped fences before, like if she saw a cat or squirrel in our neighbors's yards.  But, I couldn't figure out how they'd BOTH gotten over the fence.  I mean, Valentine is tall so she could have jumped the fence, and she'd a digger so she could've dug herself a hole and gone under, but Nebo is too short to jump the fence, and if Valentine dug a hole, Nebo would be too fat to fit underneath.  A mystery!

This incident was pretty quickly forgotten, until they did the same thing the next morning.  After that, they were not allowed out unsupervised.  I figured that they were getting over the fence my climbing up our wood pile, but even that seemed unlikely.  Our wood pile is stacked opposite the neighbors shed specifically so the dogs can't use it to jump the fence.  But we also had some additional debris in our yard from a storm the week prior, so maybe they were using the debris to get over?  I was still stumped.

Saturday morning, it happened again, but this time it was just Nebo.  Short, fat Nebo.  I told Nelson he needed to do a perimeter check to establish where/how they were going over.

You are never going to believe what he found.  It's ridiculous.

The neighbors?  The dirty yarded, inconsiderate, poorly landscaped, but very nice neighbors?  Are keeping rabbits.  Fucking rabbits.  Multiple rabbits in a rabbit hutch.  My dogs (being, you know, DOGS) were going apeshit over these rabbits.  Valentine was definitely hopping the fence.  Nebo?  He was CLIMBING OVER THE FENCE.  Like, sticking his paws into the chain link and SCALING the fence.  Like a short, fat, canine escaping convict.

Why on earth they are keeping rabbits is beyond me.  I mean, I know it is perfectly within their rights to keep rabbits, but why?  Why are they making my life so difficult? How the hecks am I ever going to keep my dogs out of their yard?  And do they really need an animal crapping up and in their backyard?  I assure you they do not.

I am hoping, hoping, hoping that my dogs become accustom to the sight and smell of these rabbits because I cannot even deal with them hopping the fence.  For one thing, it's troubling because Nebo is not entirely friendly; for another the dogs jump directly into the compost pile and as a result, they stink; and also, I just need a break, okay?  I just cannot deal with one more thing right now.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Looky, looky!

They just threw up my first post over at DC Metro Moms.  Clearly they're hard up for content, because I'll be contributing over there a few times a month now.

The post is what I hope is the final chapter in the co-sleeping saga around these parts so I'm sure you don't want to miss it.

So.  Go check it out and leave me a comment.  I'm the new girl, so you gotta make me look good.


Speed and Velocity

As I'm watching Oscar tear around the house or our yard or Target or anywhere, I often think of this song, Speed and Velocity, by They Might Be Giants.  It's from their newest kids album, Here Comes Science.  (Full Disclosure: I loved TMBG long before I had kids and I'm so, so happy they make children's music now.  We have all four of their kids CDs and I love them. I listen to them when my kids aren't even in the car.  Okay, that's a little embarrassing, but still.  It's good stuff.  The Wiggles it ain't.)

There's a part of the song that goes like this: 

Motion (keep movin', keep movin', keep movin') 

Direction (which way, anyway, uptown, all around) 

Acceleration (let's go faster) 
Acceleration (let's go faster) 

This is Oscar, pure Oscar.  Pure toddler, I think.  He's high energy.  Even off the food dyes and on very little sugar, he's a body in constant motion.  And when he's not moving, he thinking about moving.  

And I love it.  I do.  Most days.  On the days where I can keep him safe and help him properly direct his energy and respond appropriately to his zest for life.  On the days I can't do these things?  I just feel like a useless failure of a parent.

Case in point: 

Last week, I took the boys to the local farmer's market. Oscar had been complaining that his hair was "too curly" and that he needed to "go to the hair cut store" and there's a little salon at the market that does kids hair cuts for $9.  That's way cheaper than the $25 I'd been giving my stylist to shore his lovely locks, so I decided we'd go for it.

Anyways, the market is within walking distance, but it was raining a little so I decided to put them in the car and drive over.  When we got there, I opened the truck to get out our stroller to find it wasn't there.  Huh.  Not a big deal, but that meant I'd have to carry MW and hold Oscar's hand which is not ideal.

It started out so well.  I was slightly concerned because the stylists spoke very little English and asked me to choose a numbered picture to indicate how I wanted his hair cut.  All the cuts were wicked short, and that's not how Oscar wears his hair.  So I explained how I liked it and they seemed to get it and they cut his hair.  It looked great, but it took her a half an hour.  That's a super long time for a preschooler to have to sit in a chair "not moving." He was quite the ball of energy when they were done.

I then made the mistake of letting him have the rainbow colored Twizzler they offered him as a treat.  This is my fault because I did not tell them in advance that Oscar was not allowed to have sweets, particularly brightly colored sweets made of high fructose corn syrup and FD&C food dyes.

My next mistake was deciding that we would wait in line for Korean food.  There were two people in front of me, so I thought it would be five minutes.  I mean, the food is cooked, they just have to put it into containers.  Really.

Well, forever reason it was not that simple. They ran out of rice, and even though this is one less step, it made things take even longer.  Oscar was holding my hand but he wrestled out of my grasp.  He started darting around, and that was fine as long as I could see him. I understand he needs to test boundaries and I let him do that, as long as he's safe.

Then, he ran around behind the cart where I could not see him.  I went and fetched him and told him, "No, you cannot go behind the cart.  Mommy needs to see you." And then he went behind the cart five more times.

And then, he started fiddling with the propane tanks attached to the cart.

And then he started trying to open the car doors of the market's vendors.

And then he tried to run out into the parking lot (!!).

Repeat x100.

Oh, AND, I was holding Miles this whole time, because it I was not, he was running in the opposite direction of Oscar making and equal amount of mischief. 

Now, none of this would be cause for concern or even major annoyance if it weren't for the fact that I was holding Miles.  This is really just normal toddler behavior.  Holding Miles seriously hindered my ability to:

a) Keep up with Oscar;
b) Effectively manage Oscar's behavior;
c) Make good, rational parenting decisions (yeah, I know this does not really make sense.)

So, instead of playing peek-a-boo, or I Spy, or Simon Says, or practicing roars, or naming dinosaurs (all things that would have channeled his energy and distracted him from his misbehavior); or just LEAVING; I got frustrated and became this mom:

"Oscar!  Get over here!"

"What are you doing? Come here.  NOW."

"Stop that! Stop it now!"

"Oscar.  Listen to me.  Listen!"

"That's it!  You are not getting a treat.  Miles gets a cookie and you do not."

"Come on, we're leaving.  No? Bye then!"

Oscar was laughing hysterically the whole time and the more frustrated I go, the more he laughed.  All of this ended in Oscar having a meltdown at the market and me basically dragging him, kicking and screaming, back to the car.

Can I also tell you that there was a mom there with two children that were similar in age to my own and they were behaving like absolute angels? Me?  I was the mean mom with poorly behaved children who had no idea how to parent.

I ended up being the mom I never wanted to be.  And, I blamed the missing stroller, and terrible candy, and the ridiculous amount of time the food was taking, but lets be honest here.  This was no ones fault but my own, and that is the worst part.

It's time for me to adjust my parenting velocity so that Oscar and I are going the same speed and direction, because I can do better than this.

(Oh, that TMBG CD is an Amazon Affiliate link.  Consider it disclosed.)

Monday, April 12, 2010

Some days I'm not very good at this

I though I would share a moment of awesome parenting with you my blog readers and friends, may of whom also have two littles. 

On Friday, we made our weekly trek to Trader Joe's.  So, a bit of layout - the spaces in the TJ's parking lot are perpendicular to the store, so the very first row of spaces are directly in front of the sidewalk in front of the store.  When you pull in, the nose of your car abuts the sidewalk.  You dig?  That front row of spaces are the money spots.  We scored one.

I grabbed a cart, buckled Miles into the seat, and went back to get Oscar. Now, the TJ parking lot is on a hill (this is what we call FORESHADOWING.)  Not an extremely steep hill or anything, but a noticeable hill.  I had the cart sort of anchored against the car so it wouldn't roll away while I got Oscar out of the car. The cart was kind of tandem with the car, but not entirely so because if I did that, the cart would block the sidewalk completely and that's not cool.  

Oscar was asleep so it took a minute to get him awake and out of the car.   And by "a minute" I mean about 20 seconds.  The whole time I'm unbuckling Oscar's seat, I'm glancing over at Miles, grinning at him, talking to him, etc., but I had to ignore him completely for about three seconds while pulled Oscar from the car (again with the FORESHADOWING.)

Well, apparently the cart was not anchored as well as I thought and as I pulled Oscar from the car and stood him on the ground, I looked back to Miles and noticed he was not there anymore because the cart was ROLLING DOWN THE FUCKING SIDEWALK. FAST. Like rocketing down the hill.  So, I run to get Miles probably as fast as I've ever run in my life (who is laughing hysterically) and he's like three or four cars away before I catch him OHMYFUCKINGGOD.

I snag the cart and immediate realize OHMYFUCKINGGOD, I left my not-quite-three-year-old ALONE IN BETWEEN TWO CARS to go fetch Miles. Thankfully I've put the fear of god in him when it comes to cars, so he did not run out into traffic, but followed me up to the sidewalk (we were parked in front of the sidewalk, you'll remember.) 

Surprisingly, I succeed in not killing either of my children.  We proceeded into the store.  And then, we got into the store and started shopping and Oscar lost his shit and we had to go back out to the car (with unpaid for groceries in my cart) to get his bunny MYBUNNYMYBUNNYINEEDMYBUNNYWHEREISBUNNYLETSGOGETHIMGETHIMGETBUNNY.

AND THEN, after we came back in and he got his free TJs cookies he started crying for his water, which he'd left in the car and I refused to go back out of the store a second time because our cart was seriously full and were were 3/4 of the way done shopping, so he followed me around crying his brains out for 20 minutes. I even offered him a juice box in place of his water and he refused. Refused juice!  Fucking asshole (did I just say that?), like I need him crying in the store making me look like a terrible parent.  I do a damn good job of that on my own, thank you very much.

SO. To summarize: 1) Let baby in shopping cart roll down hill; 2)Left preschooler in parking lot between two cars; 3) Let dehydrated preschooler cry his face off in grocery store and suffer with no water to wash down his free cookies. 4) Called preschooler and asshole for being thirsty (but not to his face)

Friday, April 9, 2010

Seasonal Eats

I love eating what's fresh and in season, so that's the theme of this weeks meal plan.  I'm also cooking up a bunch of new meals from one of my new cookbooks, Everyday Food: Great Food Fast, that was recommended to my by my friend Jane.  She loves how it's broken down by seasons, as do I.

Here's what I'm making:

Sautéed Chicken in Mustard-Cream Sauce with Roasted Asparagus (nothing says spring to me like asparagus)
Almond-Apricot Chicken with Mint Pesto and Fresh Steamed Green Beans
Thai-Style Steak Salad (I'm going to make the steaks on the grill)
Pork Tenderloin with Mustard Sauce with a Mixed Greens Salad
Spicy Italian Veggie Soup with Spinach and Meatballs (This one make frequent appearances on my meal plan.)
Left Over Night/pizza night

Is your mouth watering?  Mine is.  I'm actually excited to take the heathens to the grocery store.  No, I'm not.  Oscar totally make me look like an asshole and a terrible mother at the farmer's market last night and I'm a little terrified of a repeat performance.  More on that next week.

I'm going to try to post at least one recipe next week, so let me know in the comments which one you are most interested in seeing.  I know I owe a few of you recipes from back before Nelson's aunt passed away, but I haven't been able to get it together to get them out.  But I will, I promise!!

So, tell me, what's cooking?

Hey, if you click to buy that cookbook (you should, it is awesome) I'm getting some proceeds.  Not much, but you know, some.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

A Perfect Day

When the alarm goes off before any children wake me, and I time to shower unmolested. The children sleep in (read: past 6AM) allowing me time to unload the dishwasher, throw in a load of laundry, and have a cup of coffee in peace.

When the children stagger their wake up times just right, so I'm able to get one dressed and changed without the other hanging on my leg; and there are so many clean clothes (in drawers even!) that I actually have to pause and decide what they will wear; and Oscar wakes with a dry diaper and pees in the potty with glee.

When breakfast goes off without a catch; food is ready prior to wails of hunger; I have exactly what they want to eat on hand - eggs for Miles, peanut butter toast for Oscar; I'm able to sit down and eat with them and laugh with them; Oscar does not demand the TV, and instead asks if his brother is done with breakfast so they can play monster trucks together.

When I can hear my boys giggling an "vroom-ing" in the next room while I clean up breakfast dishes; when Oscar and Miles demand that I chase them with vacuum.

When everyone's shoes are by the door and they all wait patiently to go outside; when the sun is shining and it's just a bit cool, sweatshirt weather; when the sandbox is dry and filled with the best toys; when the dogs are running and wrestling in the yard to the delight of the boys; when I get to sit in the sun and cheer on the dump truck races while reading a good book; when we have cheese sticks and juice on warm, sunny porch steps for our morning snack.

When the kids come in willingly for lunch, which the devour without complaint; they watch their one alloted TV show and gladly take naps; when I have time to wash and fold laundry and clean up from lunch; when I get more than a minute to myself; when I get the one phone call I've been waiting days and days to receive.

When the boys wake up well rested and ready to play; when they play without hitting or pushing or crying and really enjoy each other's company; when Oscar makes it to the potty every single time; when a rainy afternoon is met without tears and we all settle in for some popcorn and our eleventy millionth viewing of Cars.

When I'm able to cook dinner while the boys build a tower or play put and take in the next room; when I can join in on their game of make believe, where Miles is a pirate captain and Bunny is first mate and Oscar and I are singing and swabbing the decks on the pirate ship our couch; when Nelson is not late; when I can make only one meal that satisfies everyone; when the boys joyfully chase their dad upstairs and I can hear their giggles and splashes as they take their bath and get ready for bed.

When Miles nurses well and then lies down in his crib without complaint; when Oscar reads his two books and falls off to sleep quickly.

When I can enjoy an quiet evening with my husband, talking and sharing highlights of our days; when I can watch a couple of hours of TV before getting to be before 10PM.

What does your perfect day look like?

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

10th Photo (well, not really)

Kat at 3 Bedroom Bungalow tagged me for this photo meme.  Here are the rules:

The rules are as follows:

1. Open your first (oldest) photo folder in your computer library

2. Scroll to the 10th photo

3. Post the photo and the story behind it
4. Tag 5 or more people to continue the thread

So, I was a little torn.  My first photo folder doesn't have our oldest photos; just the first ones we took since buying the computer.  We have and older folder of photos that we transfered from our old computer.  I decided that I'd use the first original photo folder from this computer.  The tenth photo sucks - it's of the back of my brother's head and of some dude I don't even know.  I mean, I get that that is kind of the point, but there were so many other awesome photos in this particular folder.  So.  I present you with the 8th photo:

This is Oscar in late August 2007.  He's probably around 10 or 11 weeks old.  He was really into having his photo taken and had just figured out how to ham it up for he camera.  We are at my in-laws house (that's Nelson's mom in the background) for this annual camp out we used to host on the farm.  My mother-in-law bought that little outfit he was wearing, and it was one of my favorites.  Oscar was really in his baby glory at this age, and already sleeping through the night.  He was fat, happy, hated napping, almost never cried, and was really super alert and interactive for an infant not even three-months-old.   He was an awesome baby. 


Barbara at JoBart 
Pamela at The Dayton Time

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

RTT: Summer is the Air; Win, Win, Win!

Tuesday - it's the new Wednesday.  I think I've used this line before...


*I know, I KNOW!  Where the hecks have I been this past week?  Well, DC has been experiencing a little bit of summer in the springtime so we've been enjoying all the glorious weather.  It's been in the upper 70s and into the 80s all week.  We have been spending every waking minute outside racing dump trucks; blowing bubbles; playing in the sandbox and sand and water table; snapping all the heads off my daffodils and hyacinths; spending long hours at the playground; and getting super sweaty and dirty.  I has been mostly amazing, but we live in an older home without central AC and we don't have our window units in yet (because it's effing April, right?) so the house has been a little, um, steamy.  You might think we could just open the windows, but we still have the storm windows in up stairs (APRIL!) and we don't have screens for the downstairs (old house, story for another time) so it has been getting a little hot up in here.  The only other problem was my kids lack of summer attire, but I finally got off my duff and bought them some shorts so they won't be sweating it out in jeans or sweats today.

*Speaking of summer attire, my ass is carrying around an extra 8-10 lbs from this winter.  It's not quite the look I'm going for, so I need to work on that.  HASAY is no more, so I'm thinking of hooking up with the Loser Moms if they'll have me.

*Oscar is pooping again.  Yeah!  Like, he just sits down on the toilet an poops with little to no coaxing.  Sometime, he goes potty ALL BY HIMSELF.  Like, I'll just look over and he's dropped trow and is sitting on the potty.  And, we were at the vet's this past weekend w/Valentine and he was like, "I need to go potty or I'm going to pee-pee in my pants."  The timing was awful because we were at the vet and I had to cram him and 75lb Valentine into a tiny bathroom, but he did not pee his pants.  Win!

*Both boys are sleeping in their own bedroom together.  They both wake up maybe twice a week, but they don't wake each other.  Win!

*We went to the National Zoo on Friday.  I was thinking it was a nice day, and my mom was in town, so the zoo would be a great place to spend the day.  Unfortunately, everyone else in the DC metro area had the same idea.  The zoo was a zoo.  But, the weather was gorgeous and the big cats were loving it, even though the Asia Trail disappointed (it always does.)

*My birthday, AWESOME.  Total win.

Go outside, enjoy the spring.  But check out Keely for some more Random before you do.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Ba Na Na Na Na Na! Today is my Birthday!

Things I Love About My Birthday (in no particular order):

1. Cake
2. Not changing any diapers
3. Handmade cards/gifts from my kids
4. People singing to me
5. Cupcakes
6. Not doing the dishes
7. Birthday kisses from my boys
8. Uninterrupted showers
9. All the spring flowers blooming in my yard
10. How hard Nelson works so hard to make my day perfect
11. Pausing to reflect on how incredibly lucky I am to have such an amazing life

Things I Hate About My Birthday (in no particular order):

1. The pollen
2. Feeling older
3. The gift of gray hair (thanks, Mother Nature!)
4. Feeling older
5. Feeling older