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.

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?

Weekend Recap

Oh three day weekends.  I adore you!  I am a little sad that September is here and ready, as it really marks the end of my sweet sweet summer.   But I am feeling better about getting into the routine of school/work/where the heck are my kids going and I think after week 3 is over, we will be golden.  We had a great weekend with a good combination of activity and laziness. 

First, I had Thursday off so Paul and I met up with his old friend from his class last year, Sophia.  He loves Sophia.  Talks about her all the time.  She is going to a different school this year, and every day I pick him up he likes to tell me that Sophia wasn't in class that day.  That she must be sick.  I have informed him that she won't be in class ANY day, but when the heart doesn't want to listen, it doesn't listen.

Friday night I took the kids over to my friend Kristi's house who has 3 girls.  One who is 10.  The 10 year old is the sweetest child on the planet and watched/entertained my boys while I ate pizza and drank a beer.  Heaven.  Charlie was so worn out that he fell asleep on the short ride home.  That's a win folks.  

Saturday we went to the pool and then I have no idea what we did.  I guess nothing very exciting. 

Sunday I woke up and participated in our studio's last day of yoga in the park.  Something so fun about moving your practice outside.  Yoga and working on your tan?  Sign me up.  

Later in the day we tried something new and hit up downtown Parker's Brew and BBQ.  Just what it sounds like- music, day drinking and lots of meat on a stick.  Throw in a few bounces houses and the kids were worn out and happy.  

Did I wear this hat all weekend?  Check.  

Met up with our friend Ellie and caught them holding hands.  Let the wedding bells ring.  

Charlie fell asleep on the way home and then didn't want to sleep that much, so I snuck away for a pedicure.  Sorry Ryan!  Sunday night was bro-night so Ryan could draft his fantasy football league and I rented this dumb movie.  I wanted it to be good.  But it really wasn't.  

Monday was a lazy morning with the last day of the pool (tear) and lots of hanging out with the boys.  

How was your weekend?

Weekend Recap!

As school starts back up, I remember how much we have to cherish the weekends.  And if we want to get anything done then it is in our best interest to do activities that make little boys tired.  Then they will nap.  And we can vacuum, read, do school work, make dinner, fold laundry, wash sheets, and get.a.grip.  There is a lot to do at nap time.

I was off on Friday so I had big plans for the pool since it is only open for a bit longer, but of course it was rainy and cloudy and in no way shape or form appropriate pool weather.  So we packed up in the car and headed out to do the weekly grocery shopping.  Real exciting, I know.

Snapped these cuties checking out the toys at Target.  Paul is pretty good at just looking and knowing that we are not going to purchase.  Charlie on the other hand...

When Ry got home from work, I met my yoga girlfriends out for a little wine walk.  Basically you walk around Main street and hop into different vendors and they give you wine.  And maybe a cracker if you are lucky.  It was really fun and there was A LOT of laughter and it was a perfect way to end the first week of school.  Wine heals.  

We combine yoga and wine.  Don't you?  All of these friends are from me just going to yoga over and over again.  They are all so funny and smart and are the kind of women that only want to support other women.  The world needs more of that.  #girlpower.

I returned home exhausted because it was 9:30.  Super.  Saturday morning I headed off to yoga to detox and twist all the wine out (that was painful) and as I left I captured our Saturday morning routine.  Paul hoarding his planes and cars while Charlie tries to steal them.

After yoga, we packed up and headed out for a Saturday hike.  Charlie rode in the backpack and Paul was a real trooper, walking the entire way! It was beautiful and nice to be outside before the weather shifts.  

And all our dreams came true when I turned around in the car after the hike and saw this.  He fell asleep in about 3.5 seconds.  Poor guy was TIRED.  

While the boys continued to rest at home, I did some work.  On a Saturday afternoon.  I mean, isn't that sad? The hardest part about this job is that there is ALWAYS something to do.  But it felt good to get a few things checked off my todo list!!

Then I don't know if you knew this, but the Broncos played Saturday night.  So Ryan required everyone in the house to put on their Bronco gear.  And he was serious.  We take football season VERY seriously.  The boys happily obliged.

 How cute is Charlie Vaughn?

Sunday we hit up the pool and Charlie giggled, while Paul practiced his swimming!  

Paul is doing such a great job swimming and has come SO far since the beginning of the summer.  He is understanding kicking and moving his arms outside of the water, however we need to continue to work on actually MOVING from place to place.  Ha! 

So excited for next weekend, especially since it is a LONG one!! What did you do this weekend?