Friday, October 31, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Don't get me wrong, I DO go places by myself with the babies, but they are planned according to ease/accessibility. For example, CostCo is always a go because they have a double seated cart. Ross/TJMaxx/Mall, etc I can handle alone because I just take the double stroller. The grocery store isn't that simple. I could take them in the stroller, if I were only wanting to pick up one or two things. But seeing as I needed groceries, (not "grocery") it gets a little harder. I decided to drive through the parking lot, and ONLY stop if I spotted one of the "twosies" in the cart corral. Normally, stores have only one or two of these, just tailor made for "freaks" who have more than one kid. I spotted one, pulled in next to it, and started to onload the brood, only to find that EVERY strap on the thing is broken. Apparently they want your kid to perch their tiny uncoordinated bums on the little seat and just sit nicely. (not happening) A nice little employee saw my distress, and ran off to find another one. He retrieved one with only 75% of the straps broken, and I REALLY needed groceries, so off we went. We managed to get bananas and grapes before I looked down and saw Hayden dangling (completely unfazed...she almost looked like she liked it) from the side of the cart like she was rappelling. I unstrapped her, and carried her for a bit. I threw a few more things in the cart, and then Cale decided it wasn't fair that she was "out" and he wasn't, so he stood up in the other seat. I put her down to fix him, and she ran off. I grabbed him, chased her and stood there with two crying kids, (who were thrashing and hitting me, no less) trying to figure out what the heck to do. People were walking by me staring and gawking....It was horrible!!!!! I finally decided to put them in the cart with the groceries, and tried to make it to one last stop: the milk. Before we got there, they had unloaded all the groceries from the cart, onto the floor. (Thank you, can of raviolis for not landing on my foot) Apparently word got back to the manager of my situation, and he came RUNNING (I am not exaggerating) up to me and asked if he could help. I told him no, I was managing just fine (Ha) but that their carts were a "deathtrap" and needed to be repaired. He even offered to put one of the babies in another cart and follow me while I was shopping. I was too at the end of my rope to take him up on it. I just told him no, that was fine. I would just keep rolling down the aisles with groceries flying out of my cart, and I would just sue their store if either of them fell out of the cart. He walked off looking very confused.....I would have cried hysterically if it weren't so funny....by the time we got to the car, both babies were sucking on a "bribery sucker" (I keep dum dums in my purse for emergencies: it is the baby equivalent to a tranquilizer gun for large bush animals) We finally made it home intact, with a bruised bunch of bananas and a semi-flat loaf of bread. I told Shawn that he could probably tell by looking at the groceries which aisle the big meltdown occured on. Never. Ever. Again.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
I love buying fabric and scrapbooking supplies, even if I don't have a project in mind.
It takes me at least an hour of laying in bed to go to sleep at night. (I have a very busy mind, my friends.)
I pluck my eyebrows at stoplights.
I cry when I get mad. (embarassing, and doesn't convey "power" to anyone!)
I love cleaning supplies.
My husband makes me laugh.
I drive too fast.
I would rather just eat chips and queso at restaurants, but don't because I am worried it makes me look weird.
I love costco!
I love the smell of my babies...when they're clean, when they're dirty, when they smell like maple syrup eight hours after breakfast.
I am a better person for being a mother.
I drink too much diet soda.
I love homemade icing.
I love laughing so hard my side hurts.
I hate taking my car to get an oil change.
I am borderline positive my house is haunted.
I love watching creepy crime shows....the stranger the criminal, the better.
I think Bruce Robison is the best songwriter ever.
I love flip flops, even in the winter.
I hate turtlenecks (they make my neck itchy)
I love that my babies have blue eyes like my husband.
I love this phase of my life more than any other one...
I developed a red wine allergy and seafood allergy since pregnancy. Weird!
I love people that inspire me to be a better person.
I hate being read to. I want to read it myself.
I think I have adult ADHD.
I always want to laugh at inappropriate times.
I love making lists, and drawing a little box next to each item so that I can put a check in the box when I have completed it.
I always have to go to the bathroom right when I walk into Hobby Lobby or Target.
I love Sonic ice.
I watch All My Children, and I am a little dumber every day because of it.
I have momnesia.
I love surprises.
I hate when my husband tells me he needs a haircut. He says it over and over (reminding himself) but it makes me feel like he wants me to do something about it. I also can't stand it when he reads standing up, or when he licks his finger before turning a page, but that is another story.
I don't wear a watch.
I love, love, love laughing with friends about old inside jokes...
I am more aware of God everyday, because of the two miracles He's given me.
I love lip glosses. (I have about 15 in my purse right now. Seriously.)
I almost always buy new shampoo and conditioner before I use up the other one.
I love celebrity gossip.
I love having a clean car, but I don't want to be the one to clean it.
I love looking at pictures in cookbooks.
I can't ever remember how old I am.
If I see someone I recognize in public, I almost never say Hi because I think they won't remember me.
My babies think I'm funny.
I'm married to my best friend.
I always feel sorry for the underdog.
I would rather spend time with my family than almost anything else.
I love giving gifts to people.
I doodle all over every piece of paper laying around.
I am bad at returning phone calls.
I love the smell of cut grass, clean laundry, turkey cooking in the oven, white out, crayons (reminds me of being little), chlorine in the swimming pool, suntan lotion....
I love office supplies.
I love having shaved legs when I go to bed.
I am impatient.
I am a daughter, a friend, a mother, a wife, a sister, a procrastinator, a work in progress!
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
We hung on as long as we could, and finally left at halftime. Hard work, let me tell you! Saturday we went to my brother in law's football scrimmage, which was again a test of my endurance.....my final assessment is that football is probably better watched from our own couch with a baby proof area for the kiddos. Taking them to these events just means I end up watching three plays, and spend the rest of the time chasing baby people all over the place. After the scrimmage we ran errands all day, and Shawn spent all day not answering his phone because he was taping the TX-OU game and didn't want anyone to spoil it for him. Some man tried to talk to him in Lowe's and he shut him up...I told him he probably shouldn't have run around all day dressed like super fan if he didn't want people talking to him about the game....Lucky for us, it was a good outcome....Today we finally got to do some work at the house, since my parents were nice enough to watch the babies....we made a dent. A tiny one, but a dent nonetheless!
Mommy and Hayden's self portrait
My best attempt at a family picture...taken with my mr. gadget arm.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
The Maziurs waiting for the train
Cale and Marlie
On the train (pre-meltdown) Note the adorable family behind us with like twelve perfectly behaved kids...