Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Use Your Imagination and Pretend This is a Catchy Title

With Ashton and Ian being 17-months apart, life has been interesting...to say the least. I remember feeling completely overwhelmed for the first couple years of Ian's life.

But as the boys have gotten older, it has gotten easier. We still have our fair share of fighting and issues with sharing, but basically they play really well together.

The other day I was upstairs doing something (I'm sure I was cleaning and NOT checking my email or anything) and I could hear the boys playing downstairs. They soon got tired of whatever they were doing and moved on to something else.

I went downstairs to find the aftermath of their play.

(In case it's hard to tell, there are several stuffed animals stuck between the blinds on the window.)

This was a new one for me. Not quite sure what's goin' on here, but I'll chalk it up to great imaginations.

I don't know, maybe Mickey's getting a tan or something. Got any better ideas?

Monday, October 19, 2009

How-To Monday: Packing on the Pounds

I know, I know. It's been awhile since I've done a How-To Monday...or even posted on a Monday, for that matter. What can I say? I like to keep you guessing.

But, I shall keep you guessing no longer. Here is a How-To on a subject we can all use help with, especially with the holidays fast approaching.

How to Gain 10 Pounds in Less Than 2 Days

1. Sit at home for 2 days.

2. When I say sit, I mean literally (in a perfect Rachel Zoe accent) sit on the couch for 48 hours.
(Oh, I forgot to mention the direct cause of steps 1 and 2)

3. Unknowingly expose your children to the flu (you know who you are). Then continue to sit on the couch with them for 2,880 minutes.

4. Offer every food item in the house to your three appetite suppressed children. And then proceed to eat every food item in the house all by yourself. I mean-- want not, waste not, right?

5. When one of your children miraculously makes a food request, bake it without question. Even if it is chocolate chip cookies. A miracle's a miracle, I always say.

6. Then go ahead and eat most of those miracle cookies...all by yourself.



I hope some of those tips helped. If I help even just one person, it makes everything worthwhile. You know, I'm just a giver in that sense.

And because I just need to give a little more, here are a couple of the moments captured during those 172,800 seconds.

He looks so happy eating that cookie, doesn't he?

Little does he know that in about 24 hours he's gonna look a little more like this.



I really hope this bug leaves our house soon. Because just like Ms. Zoe always says, "This is bananas!"

Hmmm...I wonder if we have any bananas around. I'm kinda hungry.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Raising Einstein

My son's a genius.

The other day Ian asked me this very insightful question: "Do chickens have sharpey toes?"

Okay maybe not a genius, but definitely an awesome movie quoter. And isn't that better than having a genius in the family?

Come to think of it, he's never actually seen the movie. So genius it is!

(FYI Mom and Dad, the real quote is"Do chickens have large talons?")

Friday, October 9, 2009

And the Plot Thickens

Well, it's the moment you've all been waiting for: drum roll please....Ashton's birthday blog! Yay!

You want in on a little secret? I tried posting this yesterday, but my computer was being too slow. And after being frustrated for far too long waiting for my pictures to upload, I decided the post could wait another day. But I had to post something, and there you have the makings of "Cliffhanger."

Genius? I meant to write that without the question mark...

Genius.

So without further adieu, here is the birthday boy in all his 6-year-old glory:

(Ashton loved the cake Jonathan made. I thought the broccoli trees were a nice touch.)

Later that night, I overheard Ashton tell his brother, "Having your birthday is awesome."

I'd have to agree. He got to choose just about everything we did that day, so of course it was awesome.




Especially the present part.



I know the day was all about him, but here are a few of my favorite moments.


(I love the attempted mean look on his face.)


(And the one on this face.)


(And these faces just melt my heart...or maybe the melt is from their sweaty heads, I don't know.)


All I know is, I love this 6-year-old kid. He was definitely worth the wait.

Just like this post, right?

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Cliffhanger

Yesterday was someone's birthday.

I'm not naming any names.

Tune in tomorrow for a complete run down of the day's events. You won't wanna miss it.

You on the edge of your seat yet? Good.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Twenty-nine

I was at the gym a couple months back when a revelation came to me. What? Don't all your revelations happen at the gym? Well mine did, and it was pretty major.

I was on a stationary bike pedaling along trying to work up a sweat. I put my hands on the heart rate monitor sensor thing. Those things never seem to work for me. I'm like, "Yo, I know I have a heart beat. You can't tell me I'm not alive. I know I'm alive."

Anyway, while I was waiting for my heart rate to register on the machine, I thought I'd look at the trusty chart to see what my target rate would be, should the machine decide to acknowledge my existence on this earth.

The chart looked a little something like this:

So I start to look at the ages and I (of course) look at the 20. And then it hits me: I'm a whole lot closer to 30 than 20. What? When did that happen?

But I've since decided that being closer to 30 is both good and bad. Good, because that means I don't have to work as hard at the gym. And bad, because well...that means I'm almost 30...which is totally like a real adult. And when you're a real adult you can't use totally and like in the same sentence...which is like totally hard to do.

Last Saturday brought me officially one year closer to the dreaded 3-0. I've heard your dexterity diminishes somewhat after your 20's, so I had Ashton and Ian help me open my presents. We were all especially excited to open the package from my parents.


Here is Ashton proudly modeling the South African hat. Thanks Mom and Dad!




Please pardon the pained look on Ashton's face. I'm really not hurting him with a smile on my face. Apparently it's tough to enjoy your mom's birthday when yours is a whole week and a half away.

I wanted to tell him, "You think that's tough. Try almost being a real adult. Now that's tough."

Like, totally.