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December 24th Christmas Eve
Today was a little busier than I had wanted it to be. I started out meeting my sister half way to pick up my mom for Christmas Eve. Then we had the groceries to do. Yes, I shouldn't have waited until the last minute, but I was so busy that this was the only time to do it. After that, Natalie and I were able to finish baking and frosting the cut-out cookies. She really enjoyed that and took great pride in decorating almost everyone in a unique way. Then she got a little tired, so I finished them.


During the evening, our good friends Jeneal, Dan, and their son Max came over. We had a quiet evening in with snacks, drinks, pizza, and presents for the kids. Natalie and Matthew enjoyed playing with their new toys - ponies for Natalie and cars and animals for Matthew. They also had a fun time playing with Max. They left around 7:30 and no sooner had they left, we were greeted with a visti from the big guy himself - Santa Claus. Yes, he stopped by to give the kids candy canes and encourage them to go to sleep. It was actually our neighbor but he really played a good part. The kids couldn't tell and we weren't too sure who was actually in that suit either. And I've never seen Natalie get herself to bed faster than she did after her visit from Santa. Matthew, of course, had other ideas and kicked and sang until at least 10:00.

Then, of course Christmas had to happen, but it was pretty simple and we were in bed by 11:00. Good thing, because I wouldn't want Santa to skip our house.

Christmas Day

Morning came and Natalie groggily clambored up into our bed. She seemed to momentarily forget that it was Christmas. I convinced her to snuggle for a bit. I wanted to give my late bird some extra sleep time. We then agreed to make a "little" noise in the bonus room in order to encourage Matthew's wake up. By then, Natalie could barely contain herself. She was so excited and greeted every gift with, "I love it! It's just what I wanted! Merry Christmas!" She was so filled with Christmas cheer and joy that I wanted it to last forever. Matthew was a different sort. He opened a couple of gifts from Mommy and Daddy (pajamas and a sweatshirt), pulled them out of the box and said, "I don't like it." Too funny! But then he loved a Little Einstein shirt that I gave him and wanted to put it right on. That item soon lost favor when he opened train pj's from Nana and he quickly put those on.







Now, I was going to have the kids all dressed all festively for later in the day. They had already worn holiday outfits on several occasions, so it wasn't anything new. It was just getting dressed up for dinner. They both showed no interest in it and I remembered back to my Christmases when I played with my new toys all day and stayed in my pajamas as well. It was a really nice memory. They were having so much fun so we just went with it. So, both the kiddos stayed in their jammies all day, although Matthew's were fresh jammies. I bet we all wish we could stay in our jammies on Christmas day too and play with new toys.
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We had a nontraditional dinner this year, too. I figured I wanted to slow down and enjoy the time with my family. I thought, the easier the meal, the more time I'd have. I think it worked out well. My mom made the lassagna, my sister made shrimp, my mother-in-law brought pie, and my sister-in-law made a salad and garlic bread. I made bread and opened my home.

There is one thing that I certainly learned this year and that is to cherish the time with the little ones. I really enjoyed experience the holidays through their eyes. Everything was wondrous and magical and perfect. That's how it should be. I get such joy from their experiences. What could be more fun than playing with new toys on Christmas morning? It's playing with my kiddos' toys, at least until they stop letting me play.

Merry Christmas Part 1

My blog post is a little behind, but I couldn't let the new year come in without remembering Christmas. Fortunately the colds and my knee were on the upswing so I was able to slow down and enjoy the few days before Christmas with my family. Here are some fun times.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

The night before my last day of work is always hectic with my trying to get all my last minute loose ends tied up for work. But this time I made sure that I made time for Natalie. I showed her how to make something that I used to make when I was a child - candy cane reindeer. Of course they were just as tricky as I remember but we managed to make enough for her class and her teacher. It was fun. She loves crafts and Christmas!

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Jeneal and Dan had a Christmas party. Ryan, myself, and the kids all went. We enjoyed some appetizers and fun. I wasn't feeling all that great so we left by 9:00. Ryan had it in his head that he wanted donuts so we went on a great donut search but not until we took a ride down Gingerbread Lane, a little neighborhood that goes all out for the holidays.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Sunday was cookie making day. Natalie, Matthew, and I set up shop in the kitchen and started our cookie baking extravaganza. Well, it wasn't really all that many cookies, but it sure seemed like it. We started first by making the cookie dough for the cut-out cookies. Then, we made the Pillsbury Christmas tree and reindeer cookies that you just drop on the tray. I had the kids roll them in sugar first for some pizazz. The first tray went in perfectly, but after that it was craziness. I think it was Matthew who started it, but I could be wrong. All of a sudden, they were taking bites out of the cookies and putting little moons onto the baking sheet all while laughing hysterically. And I must agree that it was hysterically funny. I got it on video. Natalie could be reasoned with and eventually stopped, but Matthew just kept on biting cookies and laughing. Too funny.

Proof that Matthew started it. He made all the reindeer cookies. All Natalie's trees are perfect, but notice the small bite taken from the reindeer cookie. Guilty!
This is after Natalie started to join in the fun. She was able to be reasoned with though and enjoyed teasing me and not actually biting all of the cookies.

And there we have it!

After cookies I had a few last minute things to do. When I came home, we gathered everyone up for a family dinner at Chili's and then some window shopping at our outdoor mall. We ended with a quick trip to the bookstore. It was fun family time. With all the sickness and injuries(well, one injury), we hadn't had a chance to do anything like that in awhile.

Nat's Second Big Show

Natalie also had a dance recital. This was her third recital. This time it was a ballet performance to "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus." After the show we made our traditional trip to Graziano's for dinner and games (too bad most of the games were broken). She did great and I am so proud of her!

Matthew did well. He was great up until Natalie performed and then he had had enough.

Natalie loves Graziano's!

Nat's First Big Show

Again I got to ooze pride when my darling daughter performed in her holiday show at preschool. It was December 12th during the day and despite work complications, I took a half day because I was not going to miss my baby's show! Oh, and this was day two of the awful cold for me - ugh. Anyway, she sang two numbers. The first was Rocking Around the Christmas Tree. She sang the whole time with such determination and concentration that I couldn't have been more proud! The second number was a song about Baby Jesus in the Manger that was so adorable. Unfortunately, I couldn't see her very well during that part because the whole school was on stage but thank goodness for video. Ryan was able to get it all on film. After that, Matthew got to have a cookie and juice. We picked Natalie up from her classroom and brought her to see Mr. and Mrs. Claus. She was so sweet when she met them. Natalie was actually walking away when she went back to tell Santa that she wanted a "talking magical princess throne." Too cute. Of course Matthew was all talk about Santa until we reached the front of the line. Then he wanted no part of him.

Matthew enjoying his cookie after the show.

Natalie with Mr. and Mrs. Claus.

Matthew's Birthday

This post is a little late, but I still wanted to acknowledge the the little buddy's big day. He turned two on December 15th and we celebrated with a Mickey Mouse party. Despite my knee and the super-strong cold that was making its way through my home, it was a fun party. It was a little smaller than our usual (cancellations due to that darn cold!) but still fun and Matthew got a lot of nice gifts. Matthew did great and enjoyed himself.

I can't believe the little guy is two. He is growing so fast. It seems like just yesterday he was that chubby little baby! He talks so much now, too. He wakes up talking and goes to sleep talking! He doesn't stop!

Happy birthday, Little Buddy.

Done... Almost

The Christmas shopping is officially done. I think the wrapping is done too. All that's left is groceries and housecleaning. And that's still a lot!

Tough Day

Today was a tough day. I spent a good portion of the day at a funeral service for a colleague who passed away from kidney cancer. She was only 35. She left a 5 year old son. It was all very heartbreaking. She was such a good person. My thoughts and prayers are with the family during this difficult time.

The Road to Recovery?

I had my first day semi walking today. I started using my two crutches to support me. Then I hobbled around the class on one crutch and often with none. When I walked great distances, like to the office, I took one. Once I got home I left the crutches by the doorway. Of course I kind of look like Quasimodo but I managed with some soreness. I still have inflammation, but I am hoping that those steroids will do the job because I really don't know how else to get rid of it. After three trips to see a doctor, I am not too sure that they know either. And while I smiled as I carefully maneuvered the stairs up to the second floor, I am still a bit nervous of what will come tomorrow. Will I suffer residual pain after I sleep on it? Gosh, I hope not. The positive side of that is these steroids cause excitability. Last night I couldn't sleep until after 1:00. Tonight? Who knows? But I am walking! I hope it sticks.

Six to Eight Weeks on the Road to Recovery

Egads! Six to eight weeks! My third doctor visit did not bring me any closer to an MRI. This doctor, who is my new personal physician (if I like her and the verdict is still out on that - need more time), doesn't think anything is torn. Everything moved just fine and my knee can support weight. Well, of course it can! The leg has lost all of it's muscle tone! She did notice that it is very inflamed and gave me a treatment of steroids. Just call me, Ahnold. I am also encouraged to walk on it with aid of the crutches. I'll let you know how it goes. I am hoping and praying for good things even if it takes six to eight weeks.

More Than Ten Reasons Why I am Angry at the World

This is my little pity party.

It's been almost two weeks and I am still on flipping crutches.

Matthew's birthday is in one and a half weeks and I have so much to do but can't do it because I am on flipping crutches!

Christmas is coming and I have so much to do but can't because . . . well, you know.

Taking a shower on one leg is hard.

I can't even run (ha, ha - no pun intended) to the store to get the Mickey Mouse Christmas wrapping paper I need to start wrapping presents.

Christmas shopping on crutches is no fun and it is so physically draining that I am tired just thinking about it.

My knee burns constantly and ibuprofin does not help.

I can't carry anything while using crutches.

It might rain on Friday and I can't bear the thought of going to work in the rain on crutches. It brings tears to my eyes.

I can't do a darn thing for myself.

My children have eaten take-out or some other processed food almost every night since this happened.

My classroom still displays turkeys, and it's an utter disaster.

The pain is often so bad it brings tears to my eyes.

The doctor told me to walk on it when it felt like it was getting better and now I feel like I am back at square one.

I sigh (and occasionally cry) with exasperation at the thought of any ordinary task like getting dressed, taking a shower, or just going to get Matthew out of his bed.

I stay reclusively in my classroom because the office is too far away to walk on crutches.

I won't participate in the Secret Santa because I can't go shopping and I don't want to walk to the office on crutches so frequently.

If I do go to the office, I have to stop and rest once I've made it there.

And of course, I am still on this flipping crutches.

Each day I hope for improvement or some sign. I've had no luck so now I am waiting for a third appointment and perhaps I will have to fight for an MRI. Sigh.

And Bitterness Ensues

After nine days of crutch-walking and now hobbling, I am feeling a little bitter and a little bit of resentment towards four-legged friends. Poor Elsa probably gets the brunt of my anger as I yell at her to move. I can walk on it now. However, at times I look like one of the apes from Planet of the Apes (the older version). I went to the doctor today to have a follow up appointment and she said that it's just a really bad sprain and to continue resting it and use the crutches when needed. But who can rest when it's December. Not only do I have Christmas to think about, but I also have Matthew's birthday party too. And I have to work. Working last week nearly did me in but what else can I do? My knee also feels a bit numb in one spot on the inside. She said it was part of the sprain. Some sprain! Sigh, I really shouldn't feel so sorry for myself. I usually don't. There are people out there with much bigger troubles than I have right now. But, gosh I am bitter. I want to walk again without pain or fear that I'll make it worse. Natalie told me tonight to just run because I'll get faster. If it were only that easy.

Three Legged Race

Three Legged Race, Hop-a-long, Gimp are all nicknames I've been given. As funny as they sound, I am having absolutely no fun. This is much harder than I thought it would be. I've been working all week and it is tough. I pretty much stay in my room all day because that long trek to the office is brutal. My colleagues bring me the items in my mailbox. The kids have been mostly helpful, but it also makes them think they have a little leeway and they've been extra noisy. Then I come home and have my own little ones to take care of. Natalie had been a tremendous help, so much so that she's said, "I bet Santa will bring me lots of presents because I've been such a good girl." Matthew, on the other hand, doesn't really understand. He knows Mommy has an owie. If he bumps it and I tell him to be careful of my owie, he kisses it. Lately, though, he's had enough. He wants to, "Hold you," meaning he wants me to hold him and he wants me to carry him. Poor little guy. But, really, it's poor Me!

I've been trying to be tough and show no pain and do for myself, but it's hard. My arms are killing me. They are so sore. It's like I've way overdone it on weights; so much so that my arms feel like rubber. In the morning I can barely hold myself up on the crutches. And the chaffing! The top of my rib cage, where the crutches rub, are so red that I am expecting raw any day now. And while there are moments when I want to cry, I keep in mind that there are others in worse shape than I am. I give myself a quick pep talk and tell myself to quit my sniveling and I keep plugging along. But, I really am incredibly uncomfortable and in a lot of pain. Plus I am pretty helpless too.

A Turkey for Thanksgiving, But Don't Forget the Stuffing and the CRUTCHES!

And I am sad to say that the crutches are for me! It started out as a nice Thanksgiving. I had prepared my dishes the night before so our morning wasn't rushed. We headed out to my sister's only a little behind schedule but there was no traffic so we got there in good time. Dinner was great, the kids were good, and everyone was happy. Then it was time to clear the table and I was in the kitchen helping with dishes when I heard a squeal come from below. I assumed I had stepped on Julie's dog Cody. The cry surprised me and I tried to right it without even assessing the situation. I really don't even remember feeling him beneath my feet. Anyway, in my haste to move my foot stayed firmly planted on the ground while my knee turned to the right creating a popping sound and, of course, immediate pain. All I remember shouting is, "My knee, my knee!" I couldn't walk on it so I spent the rest of the evening elevating and icing it. My dad ran out with Joe to get me an ace bandage to wrap it which seemed to help a little as long as I didn't walk on it.

The next day Julie took me to a very nice Kaiser facility near her house where I had it x-rayed and saw the doctor. Unfortunately with x-rays you can't really tell if there's any muscle or ligament damage. The doctor thought that I probably just sprained it but then told me we wouldn't know for sure until it started to heal. If I had a meniscus tear (no link for you to see for fear that it will send me into a state of fear and panic), it wouldn't get better and I would feel pain when I walked after a week or two. If it's just a sprain, it should be better in a week with rest, ice, and eventually heat. If not, well an MRI ensues and possibly surgery. But let's keep positive!

So, I have a lovely set of aluminum crutches, two ace bandages, and a very helpless feeling. You don't realize how much you do until you can't do it! Today Natalie and Matthew helped me unload the dishwasher (which I probably shouldn't have done but I couldn't stand looking at the dirty dishes piling up on the outside). They did all the silverware (it's just tossed in the drawer, but that's fine with me) and the brought me things as I hopped over to the right cupboard. Ryan went out to the store and Matthew had a huge diaper blow out. Natalie got me diapers, wipes, and a towel and she's been making sure to cheer me up all day by telling me to smile. Santa must give extra points for that!

I am wondering how I will do at work this week. I am a little nervous because the crutches are already starting to hurt and I am not very good at them. On the good side, though, I do have a restricted duty paper saying that I should not do anything like playground duty for five days. A perk I guess.

What did I learn from all of this? Next time step on the dog!

Such a Sweetie!

Today was pajama day today; which. in itself, is pretty awesome. Who wouldn't love going to work in their jammies - clean jammies of course! Well, I also put my hair into pig tails to enhance the spirit day attire. As I was getting ready to leave Matthew said, "Mommy, your hair looks beautiful." Aw, my little guy is always the complimenter!

Gobble, Gobble

Matthew is so wiggly, wild, and crazy. I often call him a monkey but lately I've calling him a turkey because he's been a little stinker. When I took him and Natalie with me to an after hours work event he loudly proclaimed it was, "Time to go," over and over. He rolled and crawled all over the floor while kissing it and laughed as the principal spoke. I had to make a discreet getaway. Since then I've been telling him he's a turkey. Well, the other day he was been his wild and crazy self and I said, "Matthew, you are a monkey." He proudly replied, "No, Mommy, I am a turkey. Gobble, gobble!" You certainly are, buddy!

The Pony

You'd want one too.

A Pony for Christmas?

We were window shopping at Toys'R Us today testing out bicycles and tricycles and looking at toys. Butterscotch the pony really caught the kids' eyes today. They've seen her before. She was out last Christmas but the shoppers at our Target were a little rough and she didn't work very well. Today Butterscotch was putting her best foot forward, although she doesn't walk, and she was wooing the crowd. Natalie fell in love with her and decided that that was what was going on the top of her Christmas list. Now, it's our job to distract her or persuade her to forget all about Butterscotch because the pony's suggested retail price is $300 dollars. However, with internet searching and free shipping, she can be bought for about $225 plus tax. I know that I can be persuaded because I know and remember the love of ponies; I, too, was caught up in her charms (she looked right at us), and she's darn cute. Ryan, on the other hand, has no love of ponies. Besides, Santa's bringing other things as well, and he has his limits. I am wondering if she'd settle for this. Or perhaps a nice big stuffed horse that she could sit on at a fraction of the price.

Ryan just informed me a couple of things. One, I wrote about this pony before. I don't remember. Oh well, sorry if I did. Two, little Matthew was just as enamored by the pony. We have pictures to prove it.

Albertson's Through Matthew's Eyes

We needed milk so I took Natalie and Matthew with me to Albertson's after dinner. People are terribly crabby when they stop at the market after work. But that's a blog for another day. I certainly wasn't crabby despite Natalie's minor meltdown regarding the car shopping cart and it's seatbelt. Who could possibly crabby when there's a little two year old pointing to all the food and commenting. I especially liked this one: "Mommy, chips! I like chips." Or while looking up at the enormous stuffed bears and dogs on the shelf, "Look there's a bear. Another bear. Oh, another bear. Look there's a dog. . . " and so on. And, "Mommy, look balloons." Everything was exciting to the little guy. Gotta love that.

Hi Ho, Hi Ho It's Off to Work I Go, Even When I'm Playing

The other day I was playing princess with Natalie in her homemade castle courtesy of mega blocks and Daddy. I was the mom from the Fisher Price Loving Family who was starring as the queen. Natalie was the princess and the "king," the dad from the FP Loving Family was just allowed to sit there. After the royal family had breakfast, Natalie took my queen and drove her away from the castle. "What are you doing with my queen?" I asked. Natalie replied, "She has to go to work." And this is coming from the kid who screamed bloody murder the first two years of her life every day I left for work. She's gotten used to it. Sigh. Play emulates real life.

It's Starting Already

Last week we had to go to the RV dealership to finalize the paperwork. And although we had a scheduled appointment we had to wait an extraordinary amount of time which is way too long for small children. Bless their little hearts, they were very good considering the circumstances. Anyway, so after an hour of walking around and looking in trailers, jumping in puddles, and just plain walking it was our turn.

The kids sat behind us on a couch and doodled on their mini Doodle Pros while Ryan and I handled the paperwork. Natalie had also brought her plastic killer whale (or maybe it was Matthew's) and after having enough of drawing, decided to have the whale dive and swim on Matthew. Matthew, having a strong grasp of the English language said, "Natalie, don't do that! Not okay!" And he meant it!

Another time Natalie was bugging the little fella. She does her fair share of tormenting. He loudly stated, "Leave me alone!"

Aw, poor little guy. Well, he is also equally guilty. Yesterday (and this wasn't the first time), with just a few minutes to spare until bath time, he godzilla-ed her castle which sent her into hysterical tears.

And tonight as I was reading books I had Natalie immediately to my left on my bed. Matthew was happily playing with her Leappad further down on the bed. But didn't he come and squeeze himself right between us as soon as I started reading claiming, "my space."

It's definitely a fifty-fifty deal over here but at least the little guy can express his displeasure and take care of himself!

Happy Halloween!

I remember the excitement Halloween would bring when I was a child. Sitting through the school day was torture. I remember clearly sitting in my 6th grade language arts class on Halloween and looking out the window at the preschoolers across the street and telling my best friend Kerry, "It is not fair that we have to go to school on Halloween. It's a holiday!" And you know what, from a teacher's standpoint, I agree! Halloween is crazy at school because the kids are so amped up!

But anyway, I remember it being a fun time. Huge groups of us running down the street going house to house. Then afterwards doing the candy sort to check out the loot. My mom would usually put it in a big bowl but I remember one Halloween putting the bag in my closet. I guess I forgot to close the door because when I got home from school I noticed candy wrappers down the hallway which led to a half eaten bag of candy. The culprit? Frisket, my dog. I was so mad! All in all, Halloween brings back great memories. I hate the fact that so much has changed and now everything is about "Harvest." It all seemed like harmless fun. We all knew that the ghosts, goblins, and ghoulies weren't real.

So, I try to keep it fun for the kids. They are little so it doesn't take that much to excite them. Last night we carved pumpkins. Well, mostly Daddy did it. We made Halloween cupcakes and watched a Halloween Dora show. Today Natalie had a harvest party at school. Tonight we all got dressed up. Yes, all of us. Natalie was, of course, Ariel - but in her wedding dress. Matthew was a shark. He protested the hood but he wore the rest of the suit. Ryan was a cowboy. And I was Snow White.

Then all four of us plus the dog went out trick-or-treating. We only went to about ten houses but the kids had a good time. Matthew kept saying, "Daddy, I got candy," as he walked back from each house. He went through about six lollipops. It was open, lick, open, lick. Natalie also really enjoyed helping pass out candy. We ended our evening at about 8:00. All the candy was gone and the little ones were ready for baths and bed and the grown ups were tired. All in all it was a good night.

Fall Fun

Well October certainly went by fast for me. I am now back at work. If you thought I didn't post much in October, wait until you see November. I was just busy having fun on my four weeks off. Now I am utterly exhausted! But as not to disappoint or get backed up with memories, I plan to post a few right now. If this entry is filled with typos or sounds a little incoherent, forgive me because I am beat.

Pumpkin Patch

A tradition of ours has been to go to Cal Poly pumpkin patch on the third weekend in October. They have a huge field filled with pumpkins and you can go out and get your own. They've been doing this for years and I have even gone to get pumpkins as a graduate student. It's fun, it's nostalgic, and it's not expensive. But, it's crowded. Last year it was packed and hot. I carried a baby. It was not that fun. Our first year with kids was fun.

We have always gone with our friends Rico and Le Anne and thier little ones. This year we decided we didn't want the heat and we didn't want the crowds. Instead we found a smaller one. This one was a little closer and smaller - perfect for little ones. We took photos, picked out our pumpkins, saw pig races, and gave the kids thier first pony ride. Great all around! Well, the pumpkins did cost a bloody fortune with one being $20.00! Other than that, no complaints.



Natalie found her pumpkin.

Matthew's first pony ride.

Natalie's first pony ride.



Matthew playing in the hay pit.

Spontaneous or Impulsive?

I pride myself on being planned and organized. No, not the house -me, the kids, and things I plan to do. By no means am I spontaneous, especially not now that we have children. You can't call me up and say, "Hey, let's go to Vegas this weekend." I'd give you a million and one reasons why I couldn't, and what it really comes down to is that I need to plan for those things.

Keeping all that in mind, it should surprise you that Ryan and I bought a trailer on Sunday. We went to the RV Show on Friday and looked at them and went back on Sunday and bought one. Just like that.

But I am not spontaneous.

I guess when it comes down to it, when we see something we like, we do it. It comes off as impulsive but, we've been talking about the idea of getting an RV for at least six months now. And they weren't really that expensive. The show had good deals so. . .

When I got Elsa I researched dogs over the weekend, found an add on Monday, went to see the dogs on Tuesday and brought her home two days later. Yes, it was kind of fast but I always wanted a German Shepherd so . . .

Our second house was quick too. We randomly started looking, more for fun. We found something we liked so we put our house up on the market. We found a better one we liked and moved in six weeks after the whole thing started. Hey, the market was moving quickly back then. We had to jump fast so . . .

And then there was that time I really had to have a pair of Ugg boots. For a couple of day, I actually had three! But then I returned them.

What's next? Hey, I am not spontaneous so I have no plans for anything else big. I am working on Matthew's birthday party for one. And I am researching and planning Christmas gifts right now for the kiddos because it's never too early to start planning - you know, for those spontaneous things!

A Brief Update

Wow! October is almost over and I haven't blogged a thing! (I went back and finished a post I started last week so that's actually listed before this one. But I did this one first!) I guess I have just been busy enjoying the good life of vacation. Here are some photos of our Yellowstone trip. We had a good time enjoying the great outdoors. If you want a detailed account read Ryan's blogs by clicking on the links following the photos.

Natalie's favorite geyser - the Castle Geyser.

We saw lots of elk. We walked right by these.

Some fool was breaking the "law" of Yellowstone

by "calling" them which is why this female was looking

up. I quickly got my little ones away from the group.

We saw TONS of buffalo. Ryan almost hit two

as the darted in front of the truck.

Matthew in front of a mineral pool. This was

on our way to see mud pots.

The first two days there were pretty cold.

See all the snow in the background.

Read Ryan's blog here, here , here , and here, and here if you want a detailed account.

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Token October Post

Okay, so I've been busy enjoying vacation life. First, there was getting ready for Yellowstone. Then there was going to Yellowstone. And now there is recuperating from Yellowstone. If you want to read about our trip, check out Ryan's blog. I'll post photos later.



This post, a token October post, is about the cute things Matthew says.



"Look at me! Look at me!" When he's doing something cute, silly, or something he shouldn't.



"I don't want it!" or "I don't like it!"



"Pirates? No, pirates."



"Fanks," as in thanks.



"Mommy, I need you," when he doesn't want to sleep.



"That's funny


" -insert name - is crazy!"

He can recite many nursery rhymes and sing quite a few songs.

He really has quite the vocabulary and I am impressed with his sentence structure and language. Way to go little buddy!

Happy Birthday Julie!

Tonight we met Julie and Joe at Filippi's for dinner. Their pizza is sooo good. We had a nice evening catching up and celebrating Julie's birthday. As part of her birthday gift I gave her Twilight hoping to bring someone else into my world! We brought the camera but didn't take any photos. The lighting was dark and the natives (kids) got a little restless. The play doh helped though. Thanks, Auntie! Happy birthday!

Seek and You Will Find

Certainly anyone who is addicted to anything can find what they want or need thanks to the internet. And that is just what I have done. I finished my series of books on Thursday. That left me with two choices. First, I could reread the books again. I certainly plan on doing that but I think I need to catch up on my sleep first! Or, I could search the author's website, fansites, myspace pages, etc. to find more information. I chose the second option because, well, I do need my sleep. I have found out so much information. Stephenie Meyer has a fourth book coming out in the fall for which I am holding my breath. She also is working on retelling part of the story from Edward's prospective. There's a movie in the making too. I've also found tons of youtube videos done by obvious fans. And tonight I have been reading fiction posted by more fans. Wow! These novels seem to cause quite the obsession. Heck, I might just write my own little piece of fiction to give me my happy ending. Well, there are a lot worse things to be obsessed with, right?

I Am Not Alone

It's true. I am not alone. It's really nice to know when someone else shares your obsession. My friend at work who recommended the whole series to me is very much as into it as I am. She first read them to make sure the books were okay for her daughter to read. They were so good she couldn't put them down. Well, the author's website lists songs that she feels go along with the stories, songs that are inspiring. My friend got all the songs on a cd and added a few of her own and burned me a copy. It was my best present ever! I happily listened to the cd today during recess and after school as I packed my things. Of course it just fuels my obsession and imagination. But that's okay, because I have relaxed a bit knowing how this book will end.

My Own Personal Read-A-Thon

When I was pregnant with Natalie, a new Harry Potter book was released. I can't remember which one but it was 2003. I bought it right away but couldn't bring myself to read it until I was on my maternity leave. I wanted to savor it without any interruptions. I am that kind of reader. I would certainly do the same now with my new favorite serious except for two reasons. First, I don't have alone time like I did when I was pregnant with Natalie. My only quiet time is after nine and that's if I don't have any work to do or if I am not tired. Second, if I put off the reading for a better reading time, it pains me. Freak! No, I am just sucked in to my "real" (to me and the author, of course) characters.

I finished the second book, New Moon, today. It was a blurr. I did it a little more than a day. It filled me with all sorts of emotion and was difficult to read at times without tears running down my face. Although, I told you that I cheated and read the jacket of the third book for a sense of peace, it still was emotionally charged and riveting. I rushed through the middle to get the end so I could sigh with relief. Funny, when I was on the author's website, she suggested people read New Moon twice because she new that people would rush through the middle to get to the end.

My dilemma now is do I read the second book again? Or, do I move on to the third? Well, I have already decided that I will reread them all. My teacher friend who recommend them to me suggested that and she also suggested that I read all three first. But, I don't want it to end. So, if I go back and reread, this will slow down the process for me. But, if I keep reading I will know more. I won't have closure because there's another supposedly coming out in the fall. I honestly don't know if I can read the second one again yet. I am thinking that I do need some closure first because those emotions were strong throughout the book.

Oh, and I CHEATED. After my emotional roller coaster of reading I flipped to the back of the third book to read. I had to. I never do that too. But I just had to know if it would be okay. I just had to. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to keep reading if I didn't know that something good was going to happen because I didn't want to read another book that bring me to tears.

Yikes! All this over a series of books! Afterall, isn't this what reading is supposed to do? I encourage my students to read. Books take them places. Find a good book or a good author and stick with it. Keep reading. It opens your world to adventure and knowledge and prods the imagination. It's a heck of alot better than television, too.

I suppose I should just finish the darn books so I can get on with my life. But I can't start tonight because I know me and I know I'd read until my eyes blurred and I couldn't see the clock - like last night. I have no self control.

The romantic in me is a nut!

I Think I Need an Intervention

Seriously, I am obsessed with Stephenie Meyer's Twilight series. I read at every possible moment: standing, walking, and in the evening when the kids are in bed I can read for three hours straight. I'd read longer but I do need sleep. I am currently on the second one, New Moon and I should finish it in a couple days. I bought the third one tonight and am relieved to know that my tears today were in vain (maybe or at least temporarily) from reading the jacket. Ryan thinks I am nuts. But I absolutely love this story and these characters and I have gone deep into their little fantasy world. I am really not nuts. I am a hopeless romantic and a dreamer and these books bring out those qualities in me. As for the intervention, forget. I don't want one. I am perfectly happy living vicariously in my fantasy world now. But what will I do when I finish these books? Read them again!


Oops - I accidentally posted this on Ryan's so I reposted it here. This was Friday night's post.
Yes, it's an obsession. I can't stop reading. Twilight. Last night I was up until after 12:30 and the night before it was the same. I sneak a page here and there. I can't put the darn book down. I finished it tonight. But now I am ready for book two - New Moon. I have it. I bought it on Wednesday knowing very well that I would need it soon. And I do need to read it; kind of like a vampire needs to feed. Well, anyway, I am afraid to start reading it tonight for fear that I will not get any sleep.

I Love This Book!

This book is sooooo good! I can't put it down. I am off to read it right now.

Say Map, Say Map

I am soooooo busy but I had to write this down in case I forget. Today I rushed home from work to get Natalie for ballet class. Ryan usually has her ready to go and I sweep the kids in the car and 4:00 and make to class on time at 4:15. Well, today I rushed to be greeted by a shirt and diaper clad Matthew who had just woken up from his nap and Natalie in her mermaid costume. I was shocked and all I could get out was, "Dancing class?" Ryan said, "It's Wednesday." So, I thought to myself, is it Wednesday? Then he conceded by saying, "I completely forgot." We rushed to get them ready with me leaving with only two minutes to get there. Because we were running so late I didn't want to stop for any red lights and kept going when I should have turned left, thinking that I could just cut over. Well, Grand is a crazy street and I got disoriented and . . . lost! Now, I do have a pretty good sense of direction but I was completely turned around in my fluster. I said to the kids, "I don't know which way to go!" Matthew yelled from the backseat, "Map, map!" If it were only that easy! Map did not come to our rescue and we were really late!!!

Procrastination

My report cards are due tomorrow. I'd much rather be uploading photos of our fun day at the fair, but I should get my work done. Groan. And, yes, it will all pay off in two weeks anyway.

Fun at the Farm (Well, it's not a real farm)

What to do? What to do? I woke up this morning with that question on my mind. After working all week, I usually like to spend my weekend doing something fun with the kids. Lately it's been kind of spontaneous planning too. Last weekend we went to the Kidseum and Disneyland (doubly fun). This weekend we were tossing the idea of the county fair around, but that wouldn't be until Sunday. I didn't want to go to Target and our usual places to spend unnecessary money and I didn't want to stay home all day. The kids get restless when too much of that happens. I had originally planned to head out to Goat Hill Junction (found it on the Internet) in Costa Mesa but didn't feel like making that long drive by myself and since Ryan would be working most of the day, I opted for something closer - Tom's Farm.

My original plan was to go there and ride the train and merry-go-round and then head to Target for a quick trip (there was something there I was sure I needed) and then be home by lunch. Well, when we got there we discovered that they were planning to have a magic show. It peaked Natalie's interest but I wasn't sure if Matthew would last several hours. I told Natalie we'd try to stay. So we rode the merry-go-round and surprisingly Matthew didn't cry and was interested in it. It's a pretty long ride. About halfway through he did get this worried look and pout but he managed to muster up the courage to stay put without complaining. After that we rode the train. I couldn't tell if the "conductor" was teasing or not, but he gave me a hard time about Matthew's age and riding for free. Actually, it didn't even occur to me to ask if he could ride for free. I paid for his merry-go-round ride so I readily offered up the six bucks for all of us. The guy asked me how old Matthew was and I guess it took me a minute to come up with 20 months. I asked, "Why is he free?" The guy then said, "Well, I don't know. It took you a long to answer." I replied, "Well, he'll be two in December." Honestly, why would I have paid his admission if I was trying to get a free two dollar ride on a train. Seriously, I've paid more for less. I don't try to cheat the system. Besides there's always kharma. Anyway, the guy gave me back two dollars. Whatever.

We walked around a bit. Natalie and Matthew enjoyed laps around an uneven planter. We had lunch. Their pizza is fantastic! And then we watched the magic show. Matthew wasn't completely into it but he did like to applaud and say, "Yay!" at the appropriate times. Natalie, on the other hand, was enthralled. At the end, the magician called all the children up to the front for his last trick that involved a little story and some "snow" made form a napkin. She loved it and gathered up the confetti snow to bring home. It's downstairs on our kitchen counter. She plans to make a snow globe.

Of course, Matthew was exhausted and quickly fell asleep on our short ride home. There is a downside, though. No pictures! My camera wasn't charged! But, all in all, it was a nice outing. We will definitely do it again.

Oh, and the magic shows are every weekend at noon and two.

A Fly on the Wall

I was having an interesting conversation with some of my third graders during library time today. It all began with some insect books and then it turned to more specifically . . .flies.
Ah, to be a fly on the wall. We've all heard it and perhaps even said it. It sounds good doesn't it? You sit there quietly and observe anything. I am sure you could find out some good dirt and find out some true feelings. Sure it's risky. You might be spotted and swatted. But, would you really want to be a fly? They only live about two weeks. That's not much of a lifespan. I guess that's why they are so daring. Live each day to the fullest, right?

The poor flies at our house don't have much of a chance then. Ryan hunts them down with a vengence. So, if you really want to trade your human life for a fly life, don't stop by our house. You wouln't last very long. Besides, it's not really that exciting here. Or is it? You'd never get the chance to find out!

What Can Matthew Do?

He can sing the ABC's. He's actually been able to do that for at least two months now.

He can also count to ten but he sometimes skips a number.

He knows his colors pretty consistently: blue, yellow, green, "orangy", red, and purple.

He can draw balloons, dolphins, and he drew Rocket from Little Einstein for Daddy the other day.

And he can string together a pretty mean sentence with lots of words (like five or six).

You rock, Little Buddy!

Back to School

Tonight I went to Back to School Night at Natalie's preschool. It was quite different being on the other side. Oh, I am no stranger to Back to School Night which is affectionately called Parent Information Night (PIN) at my school. I've been doing it for the past eleven years and with two sessions for the past six years. So, I know my parent info.

But this time it was different. I was not the presenter. I wasn't the one with all the policies and procedures. I didn't present what I was going to teach and what my expectations were. No, I was listening and (yes) taking notes. I was on the other side. I was gathering the information on my daughter's curriculum and listening to her teacher go over her program and ask the parents to "help the children learn The Pledge of Allegiance." Wow, you mean I have some things to work on with my child?! I looked through Natalie's work and saw her art on the wall. And . . . while it was all a bit surreal and . . . weird, it was nice. Although, sniff . . . she's growing up. And it's happening faster than I thought.

And thank you Ms. Arlene for saying such nice things about my daughter. You know how to win a parent over.

Mom's Funny

When Natalie was a toddler I made up a song to sing to her to get her drink her milk. She hated whole milk and loved her super expensive, hypoalergencic one even though it smelled like cheese crackers. This is how it went.

Milk, milk, drink it all up.
Milk, milk, in a bottle or a cup.
I like milk. You will too.
Some for me and some for you.

Matthew has been having a tough time sleeping at night. I usually rock him and sing him soft songs to relax him. Tonight it backfired. As he was drinking his milk I sang the "Milk, Milk Song." Well, it was all he could do to contain himself. He thought it was the funniest thing ever and had the giggles throughout the whole song. Well, then it just became a game. I would sing it and he would bust out laughing.

But, is he laughing at me and thinking, "Great song, Mom. Not!" Or is he laughing with me? Aw, he just likes my little songs. . . maybe. Or he thinks I am a nut! But at 20 months that's a good quality!

First Day of Preschool & First Ice Cream for Dinner!

The bad mom in me gave her children ice cream for dinner tonight. Well, it wasn't really ice cream. It was nonfat frozen yogurt from the Golden Spoon. And it wasn't really dinner. It was an afternoon snack at about 4:20 which is late for an afternoon snack at my house since the kids eat dinner by 5:30.
(I think the sprinkles add protein!)

I have good reason, though. Today was Natalie's first day of preschool. It was a special day filled with excitement and treats. The morning started off great. I took a personal day to take Miss Natalie on her first day of school. She was very excited and eagerly got dressed in one of her birthday dresses(thanks, Nana) complete with new butterfly socks that came in the mail perfectly the day before (thanks, Nana) and new princess light up shoes. We took her backpack for show but she doesn't need it for school so it just went for a ride. When we got there we had to patiently wait our turn in line to sign Natalie in. There was a little girl holding onto her father and screaming in front of us. Fortunately that wasn't contagious. Then we walked her to her classroom and met her teacher Ms. Arlene. After a couple questions from overprotective mom (and proud of it) she gave us a hug and kiss goodbye happily.

The one who had the most difficulty with it was Little Matthew. All the way to his school he kept saying, "See Natalie, see Natalie." He was a little distraught that she wasn't with him. I felt bad for him. He is such a routine kind of guy. I could see that this new school business threw him off. His end of the day routine is so particular too. I pick him up first. He says, "Backpack. Sister, get sister," or, "Backpack. Natalie, get Natalie." He hugs his teacher goodbye and we turn right out the door. Today we had Natalie with us. I think that helped. Natalie might have to come every day to pick up Matthew for a while to break him of that routine. I can see him getting upset if we don't go into the three's room to pick her up.

Anyway, I did a few shopping errands. I went out to the outlets so I could look for some more shorts for Natalie. Hers are all too small and she needs them for school. The good thing about our climate is that we can wear our shorts for a while. I found a few things for her, a dolphin shirt for Matthew, and a present for my cousin who just had twins. The Carter's outlet rocks!

Ryan and I both went to pick up Natalie after school and took her to a special, first day of school lunch of her choice. She chose her Daddy's favorite, Red Robin. After that we made a Target run and treated Natalie to the new princess movie, hence the treats (along with the new clothes).

Our "ice cream" celebration was for a special occasion. We had promised it to her after lunch but thought Little Buddy shouldn't be left out. So, we had our treat before dinner. At about 7:00 I offered them a small dinner. Matthew ate mostly fruit and milk. Natalie had yogurt - not frozen this time.

It was a special day.

The Kiddos

Natalie is such a sweet little girl. She has been playing dress up all weekend. We've been in the house for most of it since it's been so hot! Anyway, she's been a fairy. We did a few errands yesterday and she came with me complete in her fairy attire. Today we met friends Rico, Le Anne, Nathan, and Sarah and she wore new fairy attire. I love it! I don't thik I got a picture of the complete outfit with wings and all but I am sure she'll put it on again for me.

Matthew is quite cutie too but is becoming more demanding as he expresses his autonomy. The new phrase that pays for him is, "I don't," which is his fancy way of saying, "no." On Saturday we went to Target and apparently he didn't want to go (surprise) and started shouting, "I don't" as loud as he could. Now if you ask him a question and he's not on board he'll reply with a very emphatic, "I don't." And he means it.

Oh, and Matthew can now climb to the top of the slide at Chick-fil-A by going up the tunnel. Scary. I don't think we'll be going back there for a while!

Where Did You Pahk the Cah?

Matthew has a little bit of ole Massachusetts in him. Ask him where he went yesterday and he'll tell you, "Tah git." I guess it's in his blood!

Natalie's Wishes

Star bright, starlight
First star I see tonight.
Wish I may, wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight.

Natalie usually wishes for more wishes when she does this. Tonight was different.
Here are her wishes from earlier this evening.

"I wish Mommy didn't have to work any more."
"I wish for Daddy not to have flies any more."
"I wish for Elsa to not have any more fleas."
"I wish Matthew could have some new toys."

And for herself . . .

"I wish that I didn't have to go to Kindercare anymore."

Very profound.

Hooray! Natalie Turns Four Today!

Yes, it's true. My little bundle of bouncing baby girl is now four. She calls herself a "big kid" and she certainly believes it. I have been totally reminiscing and looking back at her baby pictures. I know she's only four and I am sure I'll say this again, but where did the time go?

I love when birthdays last several days, although I have stopped counting mine! So, our birthday celebration began Saturday morning with an Ariel party. This party has been in the works for quite some time. It had some high expectations and it was really important for them to be met, at least for one little girl. Natalie did much better than last year where she hid up in her room for awhile refusing to come down and tearing off her birthday flair. This year the party was smaller and the focus was on her and her friends. As suspected, she took some time to warm up with the adults - totally NORMAL for a four year old, especially one that does not like to be the center of attention. But she was in her element interacting with the kids and, really, that's what was important. The cake part didn't go over that well due to underlying circumstances and the fact that Natalie didn't want to be the center of attention. One of my friends mentioned afterward that we probably shouldn't have asked Natalie to turn around and face everyone. She was perfectly happy looking at her cake and we should have left it at that. She did enjoy her birthday cake later after everyone left. Matthew was just as happy to attempt to blow out the candle anyway. Did Natalie have a good time at her party? She will tell you yes!

After her party we gave Matthew a little nap and headed out to Auntie Jeneal's house to celebrate Max turning three. We hit the tail end of the party but ended up staying pretty late just visiting with Jen, Dan, Max and their neighbors. The kids had a blast playing and were so good. We didn't even pay for it the next day with crabbiness.

A little joke between Natalie and me was that she wasn't really four yet and wouldn't be until Tuesday. She would say things like now that I am four and I would say, "You're not four!" And we'd banter back and forth and giggle. This went on for a few days until her REAL birthday. For her real birthday we sent her to school. I had to work and it was her last week so I figured she'd enjoy going. She had treat bags to pass out and cookies too. Daddy went to help her celebrate it. Then we headed off to California Adventure for dinner at Ariel's Grotto to dine in birthday splendor with the princesses. Nat loves Ariel and had been looking forward to this for a long time. She was so excited and waited patiently for each princess to come by that she barely ate her dinner. After that we went to Disneyland and officially made it known that Natalie turned four today by visiting City Hall. Throughout the park Disney employees and strangers wished the little princess in the mermaid dress a happy birthday. I think it added to her feeling special. We were able to go on a couple rides: Pirates of the Carribbean and the Toontown Go Coaster. Then they started closing things to get ready for the fireworks which seemed a bit premature to me. But it gave us time to shop and get Natalie a new crown to go with her Ariel dress. The fireworks were great and after that we headed home. Happy birthday Princess Natalie!

Gotta love ranch dressing!

Decorating crowns.

Posing with Belle.

Happy Birthday, Princess Natalie!

Read This

My time on the computer tonight is limited to mere minutes due to the fact that Ryan is monopolizing both computers so I must be brief. Any other posts must wait. I felt the urge to read this afternoon and picked up Stone Fox. It's a short children's book that I've had for a while and had been meaning to read. What a tearjerker! Since it's a 3.5 it's a super fast read, but well worth it. If you haven't read it go and read it!

Grumpasaurus

On Tuesday Matthew must have been tired. My good natured little guy was terribly crabby. He didn't eat much for dinner and didn't even want to play outside. All he wanted to do was "play Play doh." So, I set it all up for him and was ready to help him. This is how it went.
Matthew: "Make a penguin."
I start to make a penguin.
Matthew: "No! Make a dolphin!"
I start to make a dolphin.
Matthew: "No! Make a penguin!"
Me: "You want a penguin?"
Matthew: "No! Make a dolphin!" tears
Me: "Okay, I'll make a dolphin."
Matthew: "No! Penguin!"
Me: "Penguin? Okay, okay."
Matthew: "No! Make a pig.!"
Me: "A pig? You want a pig?"
Matthew: "Yes, make a pig." Laughing hysterically through tears.
Oh, my goodness! And he was totally serious and upset!

We Are on the Mend

Ryan was round three . . . and me, well . . . I am afraid to say anything for fear of a jinx! I am getting over some type of respiratory thingy. I think that it was a whole lot stronger than the first bug because it knocked me down over the weekend. I really think that loading up on Airborne helped. My sister had it first. I guess that means she gave it to me! And she was way more sick than I was.

Round Two - Nat's Turn

Yes, it's round two and it's Natalie's turn. Poor little punkin. We picked her and Matthew up with big ideas of going to dinner and doing a little shopping. It's a good thing that we stopped home so I could change out of my very uncomfortable clothes. She laid on the couch and complained of a stomach ache. First red flag. Then for a split second she felt better and went upstairs to get her blanket to take with us. That should have been the second red flag because rarely does she take a blanket any more. From the top of the stairs she started to cry, "My tummy really hurts." I just made it to the top of the stairs to catch my daughter's vomit in my hands. Poor baby. Well, at least I saved the carpet! She's now in our retreat watching movies on the floor and has been since about five o'clock. I think now that the worst is over . . . for her. But I can't help but wonder who is next because these things shoot through our house faster than a . . .well, I can't think of a metaphor so I"ll leave it at that and use my positive thinking will away any stomach bug evils.

We're Starting the Planning Early

This little excursion should be logged for all posterity so I must record it before I forget. Last weekend I needed to get a baby shower gift. I tried going after shoe shopping and that was a nightmare. So, the following day I decided to try a different Babies R Us in the opposite direction. When we got there we discovered a party store and Lakeshore. We hit the jackpot! After getting the baby gift, Natalie and I walked over Lakeshore which she likes to call "the teacher's store." In between the two stores there happened to be a David's Bridal. Natalie's eyes got really big and she asked what kind of store that was. I told her in was a bridal shop where they sold wedding dresses and asked her if she wanted to go in. "Oh yes, Mommy, " she replied. We walked in and were greeted by the welcoming staff asking, of course, if we needed any help. I told them we were just looking. They got a big kick out of watching Natalie ooze with excitement as we looked at the different wedding dresses with her eyes wide. It was absolutely priceless to see her walking around and looking at all the pretty dresses with her eyes all a glow and the biggest smile on her face. I know the saying goes, "like a kid in a candy store," but for Natalie it would be, "like a little girl in a bridal shop!"

Aw Sick Again

Ooh, I just love games, don't' you? I like the challenge of guessing how many m & m's are in the baby bottle or trying my hand at Pictionary. And the other night we played Scene It. That was fun. How about this guessing game: Guess how many times Matthew threw up on me and how many times I had to change my clothes? Yeah, that one is not so fun. He's sleeping right now and I am crossing my fingers and toes that he will sleep through the night. If he sleeps through he night that's a good sign that it's over, right? Oh, I hope so. There was that time Natalie had it really bad and it lasted for days. We had my sister's wedding and the poor little punkin was a walking . . . well, it wasn't pretty and she lost a good chunk of her weight. My kids usually seem to get the good ones. Oh, and then we all get them too. Cross your fingers . . . and your toes.

Retraction

Well, actually Auntie gets credit for the songs. What about the hand movements? I didn't know my sister had such talent! Ha, ha!

Daycare Gets a Point

The other day I took Natalie and Matthew out to shop for new ballet shoes for Natalie. Of course Matthew didn't really find it all that interesting, even though he was sitting in his new umbrella stroller. He was even interested in pulling shoeboxes off of the shelves. That's usually a winner but not this time. Instead, it was "Ready to go shoes." He was done. So we left and made a quick stop at Target for diapers and headed home. This is when he expressed his happiness. He gave us a beautiful rendition of The Itsy Bitsy Spider complete with hand movements. I couldn't have done it better myself. Really, I couldnt' have. . . especially since I didn't even teach it to him to begin with.

Then yesterday morning I heard him up early but not complaining. He was singing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and, you guessed it, doing the hand movements. I didn't teach him that either.

I get the hand gestures for The Itsy Bitsy Spider. That's pretty common knowledge. But Twinkle, Twinkle? That takes talent.

That's one plus for the daycare.

Crazy Kid!

Me, trying to grab Matthew so I can put him to bed, "Okay, Matthew, it's time for night-night."
Matthew, while jumping on the beanbag, "No! Want to play!"
Don't worry, he went down easy. He was tired. He just didn't know it.

Earlier this evening while watching the Ariel ride on disc 2 of the dvd The Little Mermaid . . . the song Kiss the Girl Comes On. Guess who started singing?

Matthew!

And it Starts Now . . .

Natalie is growing so fast. I can hardly believe it. When I look at the kindergarteners at school I think, Oh my goodness, she'll be there soon. Yes, I know it's a whole year away . . . but my gosh, look how fast the first four have flown by!

She helped my go through her clothes the other day. We got rid of (well, they're for Sarah) a huge bag of her 3T and even 4T clothes. She's gotten so tall that they are much too small. With the closet overhaul now comes slim pickens for things to wear.

That leads me to my next dilemma is that she is now wearing a size 4, a regular 4 not the toddler, where do I buy her clothes? I haven't actually searched much for 4's since this is a new development, but from just glancing Ihave nocticed that the little girl clothes tend to be a bit more grown up than they should be. Even stores like Target and Kohl's seem to cater to the fashion trend. Where do I buy my daughter's clothes, then?

I love Gymboree. Everything in there is beautiful. But it's rather pricey for an outfit that has a good chance of getting a grass stain or wearing a little spaghetti around the collar, not to mention the outgrowing factor. Thank goodness we live in a warm climate because at least I can hit the sale racks (which are awesome, by the way) and buy last season because I really can't see spending 50 - 60 dollars for one outfit when I have to wardrobe the whole season. The Children's Place is certainly reasonable and I like their toddler clothes - simple. I haven't checked out their big girls clothes. I have recently discovered Disney shopping online. I have found that I can get some good sale prices on last season items too: Halloween costumes, dresses, shirts, pj's that work almost year round.

Am I overprotecting my children? Absolutely not. I'll get up on my high horse and defend every parental choice I make from television to toys to clothes, friends, and activities.
For us it's important that she wears age appropriate clothing and does things little girls do. There is no need to rush. I want my children to revel in being a kid. We watch age appropriate television even it it's just background and will not have Bratz in our home. If I am going to be all crazy about the make up, you can bet I'll have other issues to get up and talk about. Is my box ready?

Hello, Hello? Anyone There?

I've got myself a little Joey Tribiani here. Picture this: the little guy picks up the phone (and he turns it on too.) Then he says, "Hi, how you doing?" Of course he finishes with, "Bye." Priceless. Of course he only does this when it doesn't ring!

Bravo! Encore! I Am So Proud

Could I ooze with any more pride? I don't think so. The big show was a success. Natalie was third go on after an introduction of seasons and a winter dance. The penguins were adorable, especially Natalie. Gosh, every time I see her do something like this it actually brings tears to my eyes.

Oh, and the make up? I told her that she could wear some make up for her show and the only thing she wanted was her Hello Kitty lip gloss. My sister offered her some blush and eye shadow. "No thank you," she politely refused. I offered her some of my lipstick in the car because she ate hers off when she gobbled up her string cheese. Of course that was my fault because I forgot to feed her and remembered on the way out the door that we wouldn't be finishing up until after 7:00. "Quick, have some cheese!" But, no - she didn't want any part of the grown up make up. In fact, the more you offered, the more stubborn she became.

Aw, she does take after her mommy. That's my girl, Natalie. Stand up for what you believe in!

And as for the other girls wearing it? Well, they were all pretty much decked out. She didn't even notice.

What My Daughter is Doing Right This Minute

She is in her room listening to music on her cd player!

But . . . she's wearing an Ariel dress and this is the music!

Oh, she knows all the words.

A Pretty Pickle of Sorts

Natalie has a dance recital on Saturday evening. It's a pretty big deal. We're very excited and so proud of her. She loves dancing and does a good job.

There's one thing I am not too thrilled about, though, and that is the part where she is supposed to wear make up. Actually, I refused to put it on her. Ryan made a comment about how all the mothers at dance class said today that they were going to put make up on their girls and I was shocked. I wasn't shocked that the moms said they were going to do that, but surprised that he even suggested I put make up on Natalie. I flat out refused to put make up on her saying something to the effect of, "I am NOT putting make up on my three year old daughter!" Then I read the show requirements on the website. It said make up - blush, eye shadow, and lipstick -is required!

I am really put out by the whole idea that the dance teacher is telling me to put make up on my daughter. She's three! Okay, lights, whatever. But she's three. Make up is so bad for your skin. Then, I remembered Natalie trying out a free class at The Little Gym for gymnastics. When I asked the center what she should wear, the girl said some girls wear shorts and shirts and some wear leotards. Well, wouldn't you know that they were all wearing ruffly dancing dresses. After Natalie cried real tears of 'I don't fit in," I bought her a new leotard with a ruffly skirt. So, would she feel bad if she's the only one not wearing make up?

Ryan questioned if everyone else is looking "pretty" with their make up will she feel bad? Gosh, society really sucks because he is absolutely right. Of course she's going to want to look like the other girls.

It reminds me of a story when I was going to go to an all girls Catholic high school my sophomore year in high school. I never wore much make up but I asked my friend who went to school there if the girls wore make up. She said, "Oh no. We don't wear make up. Why would we? There aren't any boys here." The first day of school she agreed to go with me to make me feel at ease. We picked her up. She got into the car all done up in make up. My heart sank. My first stabbing in the back. Bitch. ( I don't swear but that brings back an awful memory and . . . well, the shoe fits.) It was all downhill from there and I didn't last two days at that awful school. But that's another story!

So, will put make up on my daughter so she can fit in? Or do I encourage her to be an individual and not care what others think?

Well, I will certainly continue to instill good values in her. I will point out diversity. I will praise good moral qualities. And, yes, I will be putting a "little" make up on her tomorrow so she can feel like she belongs and so she can feel like she's dressing up because . . . she is only three . . .and I want her to be happy on her big day

Although, I think I am going to have to go out and buy some blush because I don't have any!

Oh, and The Little Gym rocks by the way. It has a fantastic gymnastics program and I am sure that their dance program is good too. It's nurturing, nonthreatening, and not competitive. It's just expensive.

Advice

A little bit of advice . . . from a little somebody. If you love someone then they will always be in your heart." Sweet. Thanks, Nat. And thank you "Brother Bear Two."

Natalie is Not Bilingual

This morning Natalie came into our bedroom to tell me Matthew was awake. Seeing that it wasn't quite 7:00 I convinced her to go into Matthew's room and play with him so I could wake up. She came back after a few minutes and said, "Matthew's talking a lot." "What's he saying," I asked her. "I don't know," she replied, "I don't speak baby."

A Quiet Evening Out . . . Or Not

I have been a little disappointed in people lately. Where has all their wonder gone? Have they forgotten what it is like to be young or have young children? Last week we were on vacation in San Diego and met my sister at The Cheesecake Factory. My first complaint is that the restaurant doesn't even have a children's menu. We should be ever so thankful that they bring children a plate of bread and bananas. I guess that's their thing. But as for a kids' menu . . .nothing . . . nada. . . zip. "Everything on our menu is kid friendly, " is what the server told me. Then she offered me some suggestions: chicken strips, mini cheeseburgers (an appetizer), or bowtie pasta with one of three sauces. Knowing my children, I opted for the pasta with marinara sauce. I figured it was simple enough and I know my kids eat pasta. Well, it arrived in two small bowls. One was just naked bowtie pasta looking up at me. The other bowl had the sauce. So I had to mix them myself in their too small bowls. Neither one of them ate it. I don't even know how much that cost us because I didn't see the bill. It was probably too much.
Fortunately, Matthew could beg avocado from anyone who had some. He's cute and very persuasive. Natalie was happy just sitting next to her Auntie. But there did come a time when Matthew had had enough. He started to scream. They were happy and playful screams, but screams none-the-less. We got some evil looks from an older group across the way more than once. And that's when I got a little put out. I am sorry that my child was ruining your dinner in a very LOUD restaurant to begin with. He wasn't crying. He wasn't throwing a fit. He was laughing. Lighten up and smile at the cute toddler. That would have definitely quieted him down. My sister said, "Oh, they're just old." Well, that's all fine but why does old have to be so grumpy. Remember your happy times and reminisce about your children or grandchildren. Get off your crabby high horse and don't give me and my family evil glares. Oh and as for The Cheesecake Factory . . .I won't be taking my kids there again.

***After writing this post I emailed The Cheesecake Factory with my complaints about them not being family friendly like they boast. I got a response back. It said we will forward your concerns and comments to our management. I think a free piece of cheesecake would have been nice!