Wednesday, December 31, 2008
We were lucky there was no turbulence, and we slipped in right before a serious wind storm...otherwise, this might have been a much more interesting post. Of course, I was nervous taking our babies in such a small plane...but I kept telling myself that planes are safer than cars. When the pilot pointed out the door handle poking into my side and told me to keep my daughter away from it, all I could see was that door opening and....well, I just held on tight to my little girl. Happily it was an uneventful, pleasant flight and the bird's eye view of your hometown gives you such a different perspective. I had no idea just how many rusted out car collections exist in this county!
And it's New Year's Eve! Exciting parties, thoughtful resolutions? Stay tuned.
Monday, December 29, 2008
She had stayed with us since September, helping us with childcare in exchange for room and board. I know she was ready to move to her own place and we were ready to have the house again to ourselves, but I was surprised by how sad I felt when moving day arrived. No more warnings of the baby hazards that lurk in our house, no more of the constant "thank you's" for dinner, for coffee, (for everything it seemed!), no more sharing TiVO space with her TV shows, and no more of the easy and sometimes profound conversations that arise in day to day life...the kind you don't get when someone is just visiting. No more of anybody saying "T, I want you to know that your blog is very important to me." I had to laugh when she said that, I had only asked if she had read it!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
My BFF was supposed to fly here from Vancouver B.C. before returning to Hawaii; and after waiting for hours at the airport decided to fly home. It's so unfair that it was easier for her to fly across the Pacific Ocean than catch a plane to SeaTac.
My nephew and his girlfriend spent eight hours driving in the snow (with my sister white knuckling the wheel), only to find themselves stranded twelve plus hours the next day at an Amtrak station, waiting for that repeatedly promised "next train" home. All this to spend a few hours at an early family Christmas gathering. I'm not sure we're worth it!
And...my parents are visiting. Very nice, don't get me wrong, I love to see them and have the kids get to know their grandparents. My daughter is in awe of my mother's long, red nails and sparkly diamond rings (she's never seen such a manicured hand before). But even well-meaning mothers can be, you know, mothers. Since they've been here I've discovered: I need a new bra (because I'm looking a "little saggy"), my ranch dressing is runny, and using fresh spices is a stage I'll grow out of. Maybe today I'll hear about how I "would look so much nicer with just a little more makeup". But she raved about my blog, and even though it's from my mother (I mean, mothers have to love their kid's blog...right?) it felt great. So what can I say? I gotta love her, she's my mom!
Friday, December 19, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
We stay in pajamas all day.
(Don't ask why my son is wearing pink ladybugs & my daughter is wearing blue, it's called "what fits". Besides, it's my parental responsiblity to give them future therapy topics.)
- 1 cup chopped pecans or almonds
- 1/2 c. butter
- 3/4 brown sugar, firmly packed
- 1/2 c. chocolate chips
- grease a 9 x 9 pan, a pie pan works great
line the bottom with the chopped nuts
melt butter in saucepan over med. heat
add brown sugar
bring to boil, lower temp. and simmer, stirring constantly for 7 minutes (don't stop stirring!)
pour mixture over the nuts in the pan
- sprinkle with chocolate chips
cover with a plate for 1 minute (this will melt the chocolate)
quickly cut into squares (very important, otherwise you'll have one giant piece of toffee)
If you are feeling extra Martha Stewart-ish, you can always sprinkle the top with crushed almonds.
Refrigerate and keep them there.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
This all started with my Christmas idea for our granddaughters: a mini photo album of their summer visit. Nothing elaborate--I've been down the scrapbook road before and I'm savvy to the expensive detours---brads, stickers, corners, charms, pockets. You get sucked in, all in the name of cute. So this time I knew better, I bought a scrapbook kit that contained everything I needed.
This would be a quick project: order the photos, glue'em on the pages, slap on some stickers and "viola!" a cute (there's that word again) souvenir album. I was congratulating myself for being so crafty about it's simplicity, that in my excitement I wrote each girl's name in glitter on her book.
Inevitably, I had more pictures than pages, and since scrapbook makers are evil, to expand your book, you must purchase additional pages from the same manfacturer. Are any of them the same? Of course not! I couldn't even return the kit albums since I'd already decorated the covers. Dammit. My dilemma: drive forty minutes for extra pages, or see what I could scrap (pun intended) together locally. Hence, my husband going to the crafts store, there was no way I could go with two 1 year olds in tow.
So at this late hour I'm hunched over our kitchen table peeling apart teeny tiny corners that I must hold at arm's length to see (when did my vision get so bad?). I stick these teeny tiny sticky squares to teeny tiny photo corners that stick to my fingers, then stick to the photo. I curse, try to carefully peel it off and tear off part of the photo with it. Now I'll have to cover that spot with another photo corner! You get the idea...
One down, one to go. But I must say, it really is cute.
Monday, December 15, 2008
A whole three inches that is....
No matter, we still got the white stuff and we're thrilled! It might even stick around awhile. They say more on Wednesday or Thursday. A fringe benefit of staying home with the kids is all the morning news "Winter Storm" drama doesn't affect me. I can kick back and drink my coffee. For a few seconds anyway, until somebody is laying on the cat, about to do a face plant on the tile, or I smell poop.
Well, maybe the city commute isn't so bad after all.
P.S. On Saturday night, we turned the lights off and peeked out the windows to watch the snow fall. As we looked out, we discovered a coyote on the front porch! He didn't see us, so we watched him trot around in the snow, sniffing here, lifting a leg there. All the while, our German Shepherd dog slept peacefully at our feet. (He would have gone bullistic if he saw it). We actually see coyotes quite a bit where we live, but never one this close to the house.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
The night before the party, so much to be done,
a special one too, the kids turn one.
Gifts still to wrap, & the hour was late
“Geez, I still have two crowns to create!”
While Sis wrapped the gifts
I sat down to think,
“Why am I making these?
They'll be yanked off in a blink!”
The next morning was a blur,
the vacuum roared, beaters whirred.
We got the kids napped & dressed up cute,
guests began arriving with lots of loot.
The table was full of wonderful dishes,
the babies made rounds, giving everyone kisses.
Finally it was time to give them their cake.
The candles were lit, just a wish to make.
I made a wish for them, as they dug in to taste.
“May their future be bright, & please keep them safe!”
After the cake, it was time for their crowns,
which I placed on their heads & chased them around.
I wanted the perfect picture you see,
to post on my blog and, you know, for memories.
A lovely day, it was worth the wait.
The food was wonderful, the mimosas were great.
But our best gift ever was the two of you,
with your ear splitting shrieks & heart melting coos.
Here’s to celebrating one year gone by
A whirlwind of gurgles, poo, and cries.
To our little babies, so very, very loved,
we give you our best, and a thousand million hugs.
Happy Birthday, Love Mommy & Daddy
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
- Michelle Obama: No description needed
- Diana Krall: Incredible jazz singer & mom of twins
- Vanessa Williams: Queen of come backs, Ugly Betty boss from hell
- Mariska Hartigay: Law & Order diva who helps crime victims in real life
- Me...in a few months: Mom of twins & we'll see what happens
A toast to you, my friend. This is your best birthday ever. Celebrate your 44-ness and your killer abs. I'm right there with you (except on the abs part, but a girl can dream).
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
"Oh, don't worry, we have a bedpan," shouted Wilfred over the road noise, gently rocking in the swaying vehicle.
As I imagined heaving my whale sized body up from the stretcher, I had a vision of how modest and squat really don't go together...at all. Walking was difficult at this stage of pregnancy, let alone balancing and aiming, and in a speeding, swaying vehicle. Ever try not spilling an open cup of coffee in the back seat? I had to keep some diginity.
"Um, I'll be fine", I said through gritted teeth.
So I held it, held it and held it, and then held it some more, and a little more after that. Pretty soon, the only one saying "STAT" was me.
I won't bore you with the day-to-day details of my ten day hospital stay. After seeing the insurance co-pays, I prefer to remember it as my $1000 per day suite, complete with room service, scratchy white towels (sanitized for my protection), and a bottomless glass of ice water. (If you can call a big gulp sized mauve plastic cup with the obligatory straw, a glass.) There was even a plastic chair in the shower, in case I grew tired of standing, which I did.
The best thing about it though was at check out, they handed me two healthy, perfect babies.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Consequently, the kids crawled around on a dog hair covered floor, while a greasy haired mom snuck bites of cake in the middle of a messy kitchen that smelled like turkey soup.
When Hubby walked in the door, he took one look at me and said , "Whoa, I'll take care of the babies tomorrow, you just sleep in." Then we ordered Thai food. Thank God for freezers.
Sorry, no photos of this day, you wouldn't want to see them!!
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
- the curl of my daughter's arms around my neck
- my son's 2:00 a.m. baby breath
- hand massages from my husband
- a warm house at the end of the day
- a stepdaughter who never laughs (out loud) at what's on my ipod
- another stepdaughter who is a great mothering role model
- dogs that are excited to see me
- a toilet paper roll shredding cat
- another cat that patiently tolerates our kids "love"
- a granddaughter who tells jokes
- another grandaughter who shrieks if you pick her up
- buttered popcorn with brewer's yeast
- Six Feet Under on DVD (goes w/ the popcorn)
- two extra hours of sleep courtesy of 'Daddy time'
- family that can drive you crazy, but you'd be lost without them
- a husband who gets grumpy on the outside, but has a heart of gold
- local friends, far away friends and computer friends
...a few things I'm grateful for today.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Kitschy: So tacky or lame that is has a certain ironic appeal.
Lava lamps, and trucker hats are very kitschy.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Very quickly, on to my post, because it's late, I'm tired and my fingers are freezing! We had our Thanksgiving today, it went very well; from Hubby & I negotiating kitchen space (always tough), entertaining babies, and cooking (1-2-3-4-5!) side dishes. I've had better pecan pies, but this isn't my year to do pie crust. Hey, there was a pie.
Whether it was less stressful because today is really just Sunday, not Thanksgiving, or maybe I'm just getting better at it, I'm thankful. Thankful for the day, thankful for family.
and thankful for the tip V.!
Saturday, November 22, 2008
"So am I", I replied.
"Are you practicing?" she asked nonchalantly. Like it was a religion.
I was a bit flustered by her question, so I stammered something like..."well, not like I used to. I mainly do it for our business now."
Hmmmm, am I practicing? Her comment really outed me. The jig is up, she saw through my act. The fact is, I've been feeling very un-graphic designery for quite awhile now. In fact, I've been feeling very un-anything (career-wise) for awhile.
Being pregnant for most of 2007 and raising little babies during 2008 have been filled with tremendous joy and I wouldn't trade the experience for anything...ANYTHING! But there's a part of me that feels very out of touch with my career and my creativity, something I didn't expect.
However, there's a shift happening, my own tipping point. It sounds crazy, but this blog is part of it. There is something cathartic for me about writing in it every day. It's a discipline: just do it and don't overthink it. Just get it out there, even if you feel nervous. A door has opened.
Friday, November 21, 2008
In lieu of the upcoming holiday, I offer inspiration from the 1947 Modern Encyclopedia of Cooking, "this modern cookbook, complete in every detail brings the latest developments in home economics to your kitchen..." (sorry about it being crooked)
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Dr. J & Little Miss tag teamed me all night.
11:46 p.m. (Dr. J)
2:08 a.m. (the Miss)
2:48 a.m. (Doc again)
3:30 a.m. (Miss)
4:00 a.m. (Doc)
4:30 a.m. (both- Hubby got up for this one & brought Dr. J into bed w/ me).
This Guantanamo type schedule is brutal. Where is Hubby in all this? I let him sleep most of the night since he gets up early and he watches them in the morning giving me an extra 30-60 minutes of shut eye.
I can't wait to smash my face into a pillow tonight, throw the quilt over my head and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Until 11:46 that is.... (please God, no)
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
"For God's sake....this…..it's…arrgh!" Little Miss was twisting and arching her back, not at all content like her brother. The iphone Hubby gave her had a frozen screen (hmmm, wonder why?) and was no longer entertaining. Desperate, he offered her the case.
"Whoever designed these things never had babies," he grumbled, trying to snap her onesie closed (he always says that).
Meanwhile, Little Miss squirmed and whined…loudly. I watched alongside, smug in my diaper changing skills since Dr. J was very quiet. When I turned back, I discovered to my horror the ointment cap had opened and he was happily mouthing white goopy stuff! Mental note: babies + quiet = never good.
“There…OK…she’s done,” Hubby sighed.
“Well not quite, she still needs her sleeper” I replied and tossed him the one piece body suit from the couch.
So it began again, Little Miss writhing, and Hubby attempting to fit arms and legs in the right places. (There is an easier way…but I kept my mouth shut.)
Later, after bottles, after lullabies, as we steathily left the two darlings asleep in their cribs, Hubby said, “sometimes I love them so much it hurts.”
Could there be any better ending to a day?
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Tinky Winky, Dipsy, La La, Po.
Two years when I first watched the Teletubbies with my nephew, I couldn't keep the names straight. Now I can rattle them off in my sleep --I even have a favorite! (sick, I know...it's La La.) Tubbies have a way of working themselves into your brain, and nesting. Maybe it's because they play everything twice ("again, again!") and when you've seen those episodes again, again that adds up to...well, you get the idea.
It started out innocently, I let my children watch Teletubbies just to see their reactions. They responded immediately to the baby face sun, the giggles & shrieks with shrieks & giggles of their own (it was so cute, I wanted more). The Tubbies couldn't be TOO bad, I rationalized...it's public television, and they'll learn British phrases like "dollop" and "well done".
I confess, now I've come to depend on the Tubbies when Mum needs a break. The music starts, Tubbies prance out and I, at the kitchen counter, sponge in hand, get to pondering about the real Teletubbies...
Tubbie drama: "Dammit La La, you knew that was my scene!"
Tubbie pay: Is there a guild?
Read between the lines here...
Tubbie status: "Oh god, there's Byron Kerley, he brought such depth to Po."
Tubbie scripts: "We want edgy-- but how 'bout giving Tinky a purse?"
better yet, Tubbie auditions: move over, American Idol Rewind
Tubbies on DVD: Can you get director's commentary?
...grab my outstretched hand....
"Get a life!" you say, to which I reply....
"The sun is setting in the sky...Teletubbies say goodbye!"
Tinky Winky: "Bye bye"
Dipsy: "Buh bye"
La La: "Bye bye"
Po: "Byyyyeee Byyyee"
Camera pans back as each Tubbie waves and pops down into the rabbit hole. Baby sun sinks behind the horizon, credits roll. Fade to black.
...hear my desperate cry for help!
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Mamas of any age share...
- lack of sleep
- never ending laundry
- a sudden interest in Jon & Kate Plus 8
- MOTHER BEAR protectiveness. On certain sleepless nights I have fantasies of "Ninja Mom." Most involve shrieking & jumping on the would-be abductor kamakaze style (you've gotta psyche 'em out). It usually ends with "you picked the wrong house buster!" (no, of course, I wouldn't say buster, but I'm keeping things clean here)
- doesn't bounce back from sleepless nights as easily
- discovers that backs get zinged simply by picking a baby or toddler up incorrectly (core strength is the new mantra)
- is forced to deal with her age; she may be the oldest mom in the room
- can afford a sleek washer/dryer combo to deal with all that laundry, and a much nicer bed than the futons from our 20s.
Whether she stuggled with infertility, waded thru lengthy adoption paperwork, or wrestled with the idea of bringing a child into the world alone, a Forty Mama has done alot of soul searching by the time she has her child.
So I have a little crow's feet. I'm more patient, less fussy, and more self accepting than my 25 year old self. Isn't that a wonderful gift for my children?
Thursday, November 13, 2008
In case you're interested, last night was a pretty good! We had the 4 a.m. bottle, then back to bed. Dare I hope for more nights like this?