Friday, February 29, 2008
Today's picture on the blog is of Freeway Park over the convention center. When I first moved to Seattle I lived in a tiny (tiny!) studio apartment on First Hill and walked through this park, over the I-5 Freeway, every single day to get to my job downtown. I loved that feeling of independence and freedom I felt walking to my fancy-pants job (ok, I was an administrative assistant at a now-defunct computer hardware company) in the big old city of Seattle. This park is just one of the million reasons I'm in love with that city -- even the freeway has been made beautiful!
And yeah, I'll be adding that blog to my daily blog review. Thanks a lot honey.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Thanks for a fun day Lisa and crew!
Monday, February 25, 2008
They both stopped cold. Jackson sheepishly asked:
"No, HAY! Look, hay!"
Driving down the road was a big truck loaded down with hay. For some reason both boys found this hysterical and screamed with laughter. To be fair, I think Holden was just laughing at Jackson's laughter. But Jackson was practically rolling in his car seat and shrieking:
So I repeated "HAY!" the entire way home. Over and over and over again, much to his excitement. And Holden's. I have no idea why this was so funny. But they thought it was a riot. I love that.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
In fact, yesterday we (Shawn and I) treated ourselves to having a cleaning crew come to the house for a Spring Cleaning of sorts. They cleaned the house top to bottom and I didn't have to do any of it (yes, I know, go ahead and call me a spoiled brat - I am). I simply came home from taking J to school to an utterly spotless house that smelled not like a house of 2 small children. It smelled like a house that grown ups live in. And there were NO TOYS in the downstairs whatsoever! None! They were all upstairs, put away in their appropriate bins, baskets or drawers. Trashcans were empty and lined. Beds were made. The carpet had vacuum marks in it for Pete's sake! It was heaven. It was the best pick me up I've had in a very long time. Of course today I hosted playgroup with 7 children, 1 newborn, and 4 mommies (2 of whom are knocked up) so the cleaning I had done was completely obliterated by toys, cupcakes, pretzel sticks and spilled juice. BUT the point is that
Ah yes, my point... So knowing the cleaning ladies were coming I had to keep the house picked up the entire morning. It was like a marathon as I ran around picking up after the boys. The Molly Maids crew was due between 10AM - 12PM. So I kept going around all morning picking up messes and re-picking up messes that the boys made. It was making me insane. I seriously did consider sticking the boys in front of the TV all morning long just so I didn't have to put Lincoln Logs away again after Holden dumped them out, again. For the 3rd time. You'd think I'd just put them up on a higher shelf -right? I mean, he's only like 2.5 feet tall! But Holden isn't really into TV and Jackson gets bored and snappy, so TV was just the fall back. Mostly I just picked up behind them until the sweet ladies arrived and I whisked the boys away to the library and to school while they cleaned my house and made it shine.
So sure I have let go of my anal retentiveness to a degree. There is painting and art projects galore to be done in my house. And I caught Holden coloring my kitchen floor with a blue crayon the other day. And Jackson bashes his monster trucks into my once-crisp-white floorboards one time too often. But it sure was nice having two total strangers come in and reset my neat freak button, if only for a day.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
More pictures of the boys painting. I know, find a new activity already, right!? But I had fun discovering a new editing tool in my Picasa arsenal. I keep thinking maybe I need a fancier tool for my photo editing, but overall I'm really happy with how this free one works. I'm sure there is a lot more for me to learn (always), but this new color focal technique is pretty cool (in my very humble opinion).
ps - no, Jackson doesn't have a head wound -that is paint strategically placed on his forehead.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
ps - my husband has a degree in finance and I have a degree in theater. Which of the two of us is better qualified to do our taxes?!?!? I suppose she who once dreamed of becoming a starving artist.
I kissed him good night last night and he proclaimed:
"I'm not going to wipe this kiss off like I usually do Mommy."
Yup. I think he loves me after all.
Monday, February 18, 2008
I suppose it is the baby-clock going off in me again, one that I have to permanently put on snooze because, well, let's just put it this way -- there are no more babies for us. I don't want any more babies, honestly - I'm beyond blessed and happy with the ones I have been graced with. But somebody forgot to tell my body that two was our number. It seems to be tick-tick-ticking again. I just keep reaching for the baby moments, just beyond my grasp. And trying to retain them as best I can.
I have a few friends who do not have children. Perhaps they never plan to have them - I'm not sure. I have never broached the topic with them, it is so personal. But I wonder if they feel the maternal clock in the least or if it is silent in them, never ticking. If they do not yearn to feel a baby growing inside them, the first gentle nudges turning quickly into full on kicks and jabs that feel bruised. I wonder if there is no tug emotionally to nurse a newborn child in the quiet of dawn when all the world is snoozing except you and that wide-eyed infant. Or to snuggle with a being all but 7 or 8 pounds, who completely depends on you for life, love, sustenance. Or all the other millions of feelings, emotions, moments, and touches that make a woman a mother. I just wonder.
Then of course reality hits. The boys start wrestling. The toys get fought over (and then broken). Dishes pile up in the sink. Shawn and I forget what the other one looks like. Food gets thrown to the floor. The house turns into a pigsty 10 minutes after I vacuum. It's 8pm and I didn't brush my teeth all day. You know, that kind of stuff -- the stuff that knocks the ticking mommy-clock off the nightstand. These two gorgeous boys are all the children I want or can handle so knock it off maternal clock and make yourself useful -- like helping me clean the kitchen!
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
(who is still sick and had to miss his V-day party at school...so sad)
Stencils from Mommy and Daddy
and rad Lightening McQueen sweatshirt from Grammy
(yeah, I said "rad")
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
These are my favorite jeans. My Gap Ultra Low Rise Boot Cut jeans. They fit me like a glove. And they died last week. They split down the rear whilst dancing with my boys to the "Bob The Builder" theme song on Sirius radio. This is SUCH a catchy tune, seriously. It is not the version they play along side the movie/TV show. It is a much catchier, danceable, British sounding tune. I'm not joking when I say I could almost hear this song flowing out of some hidden SoHo club in London. Almost. And let me tell you, my boys and I rock out to it. Especially Holden, who I think I've mentioned loves to dance. Loves it. And in the midst of rocking, my pants split. I am very sad. I've only had these jeans for a little more than two years. My mom bought them for me about 4 months before I got knocked up with Holden. So I didn't even get a long time wearing them before I started showing. Then, after I had Holden, I can't tell you the extreme joy I felt when I could fit into them again. And then even more so when they became "a tad loose" after Shawn and I got on The Best Life Diet kick last fall. And now they are gone. I thought perhaps I (or rather my Mom) could repair them. But the rip isn't even really on a seam. The seat just wore out and split sort of down the middle of where my bum is. If I patched them they would only rip further. And besides, these are my "going out" jeans --- they look pretty decent with a crisp,white button down --- so a patch with say, Lightening McQueen on it, might take away from what I love(d) so much about them. So I've tossed them away. Bid farewell, never to look back. I've scoured Gap's site for them, and they no longer sell this style. My luck has run out. Farewell my sweet jeans.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Friday, February 08, 2008
As I mentioned, Lis and I have known each other forever -- since Mrs. Hudson's Kindergarten class back in 1979/80. We've stuck together like glue through just about every thick and thin a friendship can go through, and have come out stronger as a result. Imagine 29 years of friendship and still going strong. What a blessing her friendship is to me in my life. Especially now that we are both mama's of two exquisite little boys each.
Welcome to the world baby Zain. We've all been waiting for you. Thank you for making it such a brighter world to live in.
Hugs Lis - I love you and your clan. xoxo
Lisa, Adam, Jackson and Me in 2005.
I can't wait to see us together with all 4 of our boys one day soon.
(assuming Jackson doesn't try and clobber Adam like he did last summer)
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Oh boy kiddos, that kickboxing class sure did kick my hiney! Your mama is strong boys! Supa-strong!
To which my eldest son replied:
I thought you said on the fridge this morning that you were going to do kickstands?!?
As way of explanation, I checked my workout schedule on my refrigerator this morning as the boys were eating breakfast and said aloud:
You know, I think I'll try Kickboxing this morning to change things up a bit.
You can see where he thought I said I was going to try kickstands. Whatever that means. I feel certain he thinks I rode a motorcycle for an hour and stopped and put the kickstand down. Because the only reference he has to kickstands is his toy motorcycle his Nana gave him for Christmas. Toy, mind you, not an actual ridable motorcycle!
And to continue this thought, after I said I was supa-strong. And then explained I took kickboxing not kickstands. I then asked Jackson who was stronger, me or Daddy. He said I was. You are correct! Then I asked him who was stronger, him or Daddy. He said he was. Correct again! And then finally I asked him who was stronger, Daddy or Holden. He said Daddy was. At least Shawn gets props for being stronger than a 19 pound toddler.
I should also add that I think my husband's muscles are supa-sexy and that they are probably the 3rd thing that attracted me to him, behind his cute hiney and his wit with regards to "White Russian" beverages. Ah, that is a story for another day.
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Ree, aka The Pioneer Woman, has the best sense of humor. I'm not kidding - she's a hoot. She's a big city girl living a cowgirl kind of life, and for some reason I'm totally addicted to her "Black Heels to Tractor Wheels" love story. (maybe because I'm a big city girl living the suburban life and lov'n it) She's also a phenomenal photographer which is why I adore her. Oh, and she also has a cooking blog that would make you gain 10 pounds just by reading it!
Cathy would be one of my best friends if she even knew who I was. I found her books when I used to scrapbook. She's a "Pottery Barn" scrapper and has more creativity in her finger than I do in my whole body. I don't scrap anymore, so now I just love her for her humor, her photography and her wit. Her spoof of the Tom Cruise video will make you almost pee your pants.
Elizabeth is just cute as a button and crafty as heck. I found her blog by accident and have never looked back.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
I don't actually know how many people, if any, read my blog. But my sister Kimi sent me this email and I felt strongly about sharing its message. Her email shared with me a Website that has every drivers license in the U.S. It is an actually copy of your license with your photo and all of your personal information. You can remove your name from the list. Go to the URL below and remove your name off the list. Protect Yourself!!! I did!!!
Monday, February 04, 2008
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Last week I mixed washable paint with water and put it in spray bottles. Jackson proceeded to paint the snow gorgeous shades of purple, pink, blue and red. It was really quite fun and creative on my part, if I do say so myself. He thought it was most fun to paint my statue of Saint Francis red. Don't worry, its washable paint. Saint Frank, as we call him, was known to be a patient saint, after all.