Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Fall Guily Pleasures

Happy October my friends!  There is definitely a shift in the weather.  Colder in the morning and evenings and getting a bit darker earlier.  Here are my FALL guilty pleasures! 

1. Pumpkin Spice Latte.  I haven't even had one of these yet, and I don't think I am one of those crazy people who DIE for anything pumpkin, but there is something comforting about this latte.  And maybe because it is not available all year,  it tastes better?

2. Candles- I love burning a cinnamon candle all day long.  Makes the house smell so good!

3. Chili/dips/beer- Although I have a love/hate relationship with football because it is possible my husband could be depressed for DAYS after a game, there is something to sitting on the couch when it is cold outside, eating dips (yum) and drinking a beer. Go Broncos.

4. Boots.  I love flip-flops, I really do.  My pair from this summer are BEAT UP, but there is also something quite special about my favorite pair of boots.

5. Dark nail polish- it is fun to splurge on a manicure and pick a deep, rich color to celebrate the turn of the leaves!

6. Couch relaxing with blankets.  I have a hard time sitting down and doing nothing.  The TV could be on and I am reading, or cleaning, or grading, or whatever.  But sometimes Ryan MAKES me do nothing, and although it is hard it is nice to lay down, snuggle with a cozy blanket and do nothing.

7. Scarves- A perfect scarves is a great pop to a fall outfit!

8. Red Wine- Hello lover.  Lets be honest, I try to drink red wine ALL YEAR LONG, but it really feels right in October.

9. Honey Crisp Apples.  I never knew I would get so excited about a damn apple.  But I do.  They are simply the best.

10. Holiday Shopping.  I am slowly turning into my mother, but I love shopping early for Christmas.  I actually have quite a bit done already and it is all upstairs in boxes ready to be wrapped.

What are your fall pleasures?

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

All Those Other Moms

I LOVED this post from Momastery about being brave.  YES YES YES.  Paul gets nervous when he is in a new scene.  9 out of 10 times he will eventually warm up and be fine, but for those first few moments (which can seem like hours, days, years) it can feel tense.  Really tense.  In fact last week we took Paul to his first swim lesson (and by we I mean Ryan.  I am still dealing with post traumatic stress disorder from the dentist).  Frankly I just want to get to the point where I take the kids to the pool, they swim and have fun and don't drown and I read books.  Anyway, Ryan texted me the play by play that Paul had his heads in his hands crying for the first 15 minutes of swim lessons. Watching your kid cry because they are scared, nervous, anxious, blah blah is agony.  I was not even there and I could feel the anxiety all the way within the walls of our home and had to text my friend Jenn who has twin 3 year old boys and 6 year old Cameron.  She assured me Cameron went through a similar stage and it sucks but then it was over.  That's exactly what I wanted to hear.  That is sucks but then something else will come along that will suck too and the cycle continues until they finally graduate from high school, move out and you can just pretend everything is great because they are not in your face constantly or sleeping under your roof and you can self medicate with red wine.  Yes?  Of course as soon as the first 15 minutes of the lesson were over, Paul remembered he loved swimming and did great.  Ryan said he talked the whole time even when doing back float.  Super.

I've been with Paul when he is in a new situation and where he needs a second to collect his bearings and my friends have said "come on Paul give it a try, it's not big deal, you can do it, BE BRAVE." And these are my friends so they have nothing but good intentions but I can literally feel Paul coil up around me.  Getting more scared that the pressure is on, that everyone is looking at him, perhaps even feeling guilty that he is not being brave.

That is why I love that article so much.  That it validates that being brave is as simple as listening to yourself.  Maybe we should listen to ourselves.  Maybe we should feel comfortable in our own parenting choices.  It's probably fine that I don't find it necessary to put my kid in soccer at 18 months.  And I used disposable diapers. And I didn't teach sign language, and sometimes they watch too much TV.  And for some reason many toys turn into guns.  And they hate dolls even though my mom bought them a really cute doll house.  And that I put them in swim lessons for selfish reasons.  And sometimes they are scared.

The point (is there a point) is that there is so many ways to do this parenting gig.   You can feel confident in your own choices, but you can also respect the bravery of those who choose something different.  Because I am pretty sure all of us want nice kids.  Who are happy. Who use manners and want to cuddle us on the couch while they watch Paw Patrol and eat pop tarts.  And it doesn't really matter how you get there, but that you have support along the way.  And red wine.

Monday, September 29, 2014

Weekend Recap

Good morning!  I've already been to yoga sculpt and sitting down now to drink a cup of coffee!  It's a good Monday!  Here is what we were up to this weekend!

Friday (as promised), we parked ourselves on the couch to watch Scandal.  I love Olivia Pope and her style.  Apparently The Limited started their own line inspired by the fashion on Scandal.  I'll probably need to check that out!

Saturday morning I woke up early to head downtown for yoga from one of the best teachers EVER.Came home and got ready for our friend Noah's 4th birthday party!  Here is my present:

So, I'm not even wrapping things anymore?  I don't know who I am.  Maybe I've turned into such a boy mom that I know wrapping paper doesn't matter AT ALL to these young tykes.  Or maybe I'm just extremely lazy.  It's hard to know.

When we came home from the party, we put the boys to bed and again found ourselves on the couch for more Scandal.  In the middle of a VERY tense scene, our power went out which caused me to scream and convince myself someone was trying to kill us.  Dramatic much?

Sunday I woke up to this sweet scene and then we filled our day with laundry, yoga, the grocery store and all the other fun weekend chores!

Finally, I found this picture on my phone from last week when Paul's girlfriend (and yes this is how Paul refers to her.  Because she is a girl and a friend.  Duh) Sophia came over.  Notice how the sweet girl is sitting on her designated chair playing Hungry Hippo.  Notice the boys ON TOP of the table like little monkeys.

Have a wonderful day! 

Friday, September 26, 2014

Friday Favorites

I feel like I've really had A WEEK.  I am ready to sit on the couch with my husband and a bottle of wine and binge watch Scandal.  You guys, I am so obsessed with this show I think I dream about it.  Anyway, I am ready for some weekend laughter.  This clip had Ryan and I both giggling!

Ah, motherhood!  This really had me laughing

Feelings about being an awesome mom week 1 of school vs. week 2.  Hilarious and absolutely true. You won't regret reading this and I promise you will smile.

On another note, last year we took out the really ugly track lighting that was in our dining room.  It looks better now but it is dark.  Fall is upon us and the days will become shorter and it is possible I will want to have a dinner party.  WE NEED LIGHT.  Thoughts about this chandelier?  I have actually seen it in person, and it looks really classy.  HUSBAND- are you reading this?

Happy Weekend everyone! 

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

My Charlie Man 21 Months

I think Charlie is seriously the cutest boy ever.  Which perhaps is biased.  He looks like a little California surfer dude.  He has huge blue eyes and blond hair and a killer smile.  People stop me EVERYWHERE to tell me how cute he is.  And I love it! I am in complete denial that he is going to turn 2 in three months, but we have been out of the baby stage for months due to the fact someone is always trying to keep up with his big brother! 

What He Says: mama, dada, diddy, paul, hi, bye bye, night night, my, i love you, G, Sort of Grandma, Nana, Papa, bar, welcome, up, NO, yes, hops, cup, hot, milk, tree, truck, car, GO, paw, out and maybe a few other things I can't understand or think of right now.  We are still working on talking with Charlie but actually him learning NO has been helpful when trying to figure out what he wants for breakfast in the morning.

 Who doesn't love a little Starbucks treat in their pajamas?

What He Eats: favorites are smoothies, granola bars, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, applesauce, mac and cheese, rice, quinoa (seriously), pesto pasta, milk, goldfish crackers and bananas.

How He Sleeps: one nap for 2-3 hours in the afternoon and night time is right around 7:30.  I forgot how well little dudes sleep at this age, and it is so nice to have that chunk of time in the afternoon.

This is us at the library- sorry it is blurry, but he thinks singing at the library is a rock concert.  

My little book lover 

What He Likes to Do: say all his animals sounds, jump, run, drive cars along the couch, play outside, swing, read books and have the same million books read to him, go to the library, point to his body parts, baby yoga, dancing, clapping, laughing, wrestling with his brother and his dad, Paw Patrol, kissing mom, finding his shoes, and climbing on the side of the couch to jump off and give his mom a heart attack.  

Things I want to Remember: When I tell Charlie to say thank you he says welcome.  He hides in the pantry and then laughs hysterically when you find him, he loves to be naked, he could spend 13 hours in the bath.  He likes to start his day with a granola bar and a cup of milk in his little chair and yells at the dog because Diddy always tries to eat his bar.  When he dances he has this side-saw-gangster like move that is so cute!  No one could love Paul more than Charlie!

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

That Time I had to go to the Dentist.

Paul has two cavities.  And if you don't know us in real life, I would like to tell you Ryan and I are rule followers.  So we brush our children's teeth.  And yet our four year old has two cavities.

So we (and by we I mean Ryan) took him to a pediatric dentist who reported that his enamel never grew in, so it wasn't our fault that he had cavities.  That made me feel better.  For a moment. We had a few options about what to do with these cavities, but ultimately we chose to fill them. And guess who had to take him?  Yes, you are correct.  His soft hearted mother.  They warned Ryan they would probably only do one at a time, resulting in 2 different appointments.

I tried to psyche Paul up for the dentist.  I promised a toy.  I made it sound like we were having a really fun mom and Paul date.  I said we could get ice cream (perhaps ice cream is to blame for the cavities).  But I think he could call my bullshit from miles away.

We get to the dentist.  All starts well as he is impressed with the aquarium.  We go back to the chair- he likes that.  He doesn't even seem to mind getting his teeth cleaned.  But then it is time to fill the cavity.  The cavity I am assured is really small.  It takes about one millisecond of hearing the drill and I have to lay on top of Paul, hold his arms down while he SCREAMS bloody murder.  They had to quickly shut the doors of the room we were in, so we did not traumatize the other poor children in the office that day.  And I just laid there and tried to find yoga breath while he screamed.  Frankly, I don't know if it hurt that much or if he was just terrified.  They didn't give him anything to numb the pain because they told me it gives them a better experience as they don't freak out having half their mouth numb.  So maybe it did hurt.  But it is also 2014 and I feel like the world should figure out how to mask the sound of a drill.  A drill coming towards your mouth.

But we made it through.  I was sweating.  Dripping.  And I could feel my heart racing.  We still have one to go.  I conveniently made that appointment during fall break so Ryan can take him.  I am bad at these sort of scenarios.  My kids can get sick all over me, I can help with homework, I'll go on walks all day, I think I'm mostly patient, I'll do puzzles.  But I cannot deal AT ALL when they are in pain or scared out of their mind.  I need to toughen up.  God help me if someone is mean to him on the playground.  I'll have to go to therapy.  Or start taking drugs.

Anyway, he was fine afterwards and we went to Target to get the promised present.  We picked up Charlie from daycare (I almost just took Charlie with me.  Thank goodness that didn't happen as he would have had to start taking baby anti-anxiety medication listening to all that screaming).  I call my friend Kelsey so she and her baby can come over to recap this horrid experience.  I decided to stop by King Soopers to pick up a few snacks for the play date.  I am so relieved that the dentist is over, I even let the kids ride in the dumb car cart.  We are almost done with the shopping when Paul quickly jumps out of the cart yelling, "HE'S THROWING UP." I get around the huge shopping device and see Charlie sitting there with barf all over him.  All over the cart.  All over the floor.  What do I do? Sweep up my disgusting child, grab Paul's hand and abandon ship.  Leave.  Leave barf on the floor and tell no one.  I feel like I just spread bad karma into the world with this one action.  Maybe that is why two days later Paul threw up in my car?  But I honestly didn't know what to do.  I didn't know if he was going to throw up again and I guess I thought the best strategy was to just get out of there.  I am sorry King Soopers.  Truly, deeply sorry.

We finally arrived home, both kids in the bath and then dressed again.  I put on some Mickey Mouse and the kids sat on the couch looking exhausted.  There was nothing else I could do.  So I opened a beer.  At 11:45 am.  And it could have been the best beer I have ever tasted.

It is comforting to know that even on the worst days, the days your fail as a parent and have to carry a child covered in throw up or physically restrain a 4 year old, that there is beer waiting at home.  That I am thankful for.

Monday, September 22, 2014

Weekend Recap- Some Fun and some Throwing Up!

Well it is Monday again!  How does that keep happening?  We had some good times this weekend and some throwing up in my car.  Not by me, which is good I guess.

Friday after work Ryan and I escaped for a date night.  We went to the Botanic Gardens to see the Chihuly exhibit.  It was cool, different, and looked amazing when it turned dark!

Then we went out to dinner based on a recommendation from our co-worker.  Joe has the best recommendations.  He first gave us a tip when we were in Sonoma/Napa and I still think about that meal.  Friday night was amazing as well and we drank wine (well some people drank whiskey) and laughed and laughed and laughed.

The next day Paul threw up.  In my car.  All over my yoga mat. And himself.  The fun was over. Charlie gave him the sickness (I'll tell you where Charlie threw up tomorrow) and of course I felt bad for him because he was STARVING but anytime he had a morsel of food he had to throw it up. Saturday looked mostly like this:

But actually it helped us hunker down and we both graded some papers and read books and cuddled both boys on the couch.  Charlie was sweet to him and gave him knuckles, high fives and hugs.  So this week we had two kids throw up.  PLEASE universe do not let Ryan or I got this bug.  Please.  Do you think that plea will work?

Sunday I got up and went to yoga.  The yoga studio is doing a "make your own challenge."  Did you know there are only 10 weeks until Thanksgiving.  Seems pretty crazy for me.  Anyway, the idea is to write an intention for the next 10 weeks, hang it on the wall to be accountable but to also encourage others with their goals.

Some people want to commit to going to yoga a certain amount of times or try new teachers or eat more smoothies.  Mine is to remove refined sugar from my diet.  I only watched the trailer for the documentary Fed Up and it scared me.  I don't think it would hurt to be more aware of what goes in your body, what all those "weird" ingredients are and since the movie clip compares sugar to cocaine, I think I should probably take a break.  But I am still drinking wine.  Because hello. You only live once!  And really the only reason I am writing this on here is so I'll feel bad sneaking chocolate chip cookies.  Or dark chocolate.  Wine and celery go together, yes?

Later in the day the neighbor boys asked Paul to come over to play which was SO SWEET but Charlie cried because he was not invited!  I love neighbor friends!

How was your weekend?

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