Monday, August 31, 2009
(Note to self: maybe honesty is not always the best policy).
But what can you do, right? They're only 17.5 months apart, so there's bound to be scrapes and squabbles and typical sibling rivalry. However, every now and then something comes up that makes me go "Hmmmmm. I wonder if there's a section on that in 'What to Expect - the Toddler Years?'"
Take last week, for example. Ashley drew me a "cake book." It looked exactly like it sounds - drawings and more drawings of cakes, all different colors, but with one thing in common - each of them was topped with a single cherry. A purple scribble here with a cherry on top, a rainbow scribble there with a cherry on top, etc.... Cute, right?
Until I got to this page.
Yes, that's Aidan and Owen. With cherries on their heads.
Good thing the oven is still broken. ;-)
Sunday, August 30, 2009
You don't turn FOUR every day.
(Only once in your life, actually).
So you have to make a really good wish.
(And when you're FOUR, it's perfectly acceptable to just wish for Barbies).
And if you want both a cherry and a strawberry on your cupcake, all you have to do is ask.
Because when you're FOUR...
...anything is possible.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Anyway, I clicked on the link and inadvertently found out that a whole new season of PR had started without me. Which made me mad, until I realized the article was really about poor Tim Gunn's mother being sick and him not being able to visit her due to the aforementioned new season. So then I just felt guilty.
But I set up my TiVo season pass anyway. Hopefully I haven't missed too much.
Speaking of TiVo, I found myself speaking 'old lady' to Ashley tonight while brushing her hair. We were sitting upstairs and I turned on the non-Tivo set to distract her while I tried to detangle and diffuse and detox and whatever else you're supposed to do with naturally curly hair.
Ashley was not pleased by either (i) the hair brushing; or (ii) the television viewing options available to her. After informing me that yes, she would rather I shave her head, she complained that she didn't want to watch whatever was on the tube and that she wanted a cartoon instead.
At first I patiently explained, "We can't just pick whatever we want to watch on the non-TiVo tv. We just have to watch what's on, and there are no cartoons on at 6:00 at night."
But Ashley was persistent. And whiny. And awfully demanding. "But MOM-EEEEE, I waaaaaant to watch cartoons. Right NOW!"
So then I got a little cantankerous. "Let me tell you a little story about the olden days. When I was a little girl, we didn't have TiVo. We didn't even have VCRs!"
"Mommy, what's a VCR?"
"Nevermind. We didn't have TiVo's, we didn't have DVDs, and not only that - they only played cartoons for a couple of hours on Saturday mornings. And that was it! That was all the cartoons we got for the whole week! And you know what? We liked it! We loved it!"
Except we really didn't. God bless TiVo.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Anyway, this is the last wedding post for awhile, I promise. Unless my other brother and his fiance decide to elope in Fiji next week and invite me along. In which case I promise I will back up any pictures I take immediately to a CD or one of those little flash thingamajigs or something else designed to protect against a Picasa binge and purge.
But I can't let August go by without a little post celebrating my own wedding day, which occurred seven years ago sometime last week.
I remember that day as if it were yesterday. Which isn't saying much because I can't remember what I had for breakfast yesterday. BUT, I do know that I made the best decision of my life that day - pledging before God and all our family and friends to love Scott forever and trusting that he was going to love me right back. On the other hand, I don't think I made the right decision regarding the main entree at the reception - the chicken piccata was a bit dry. Oh well, live and learn.
Happy Anniversary, Scotty. You are the calamine lotion to the 7 year itch. I love you.
Friday, August 21, 2009
My brother got married last weekend to the girl of his dreams.
(We love her too).
The ceremony was simple, lovely, and romantic.
(I cried. Lots).
I took tons of pictures. But when I uploaded them, Picasa ate them.
(I cried some more. Lots).
Only one picture survived Picasa's voracious appetite.
But thankfully, it was my favorite.
Congratulations M & A - I love you both.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
- My brother's GORGEOUS wedding and our corresponding trip to Seattle
- My 7th wedding anniversary - holy hell, that's a long time
- Ashley's 4th birthday
Of course, my work has decided to spew billable hours all over me now that I've got loads of material to blog about. (Doesn't that paint a lovely visual?) So I'm quite the busy girl these days without a blogging moment to spare.
Hopefully I'll be able to get crackin' on these posts a little later this week. But in the meantime, I think my blog is going to be featured this week on the Multiples....and More! website. I'm excited! I'll be sure to post the link if it goes up. :-)
Friday, August 7, 2009
"Ey-hah, ha hoo ha ha heh?"
Then they went and got a ball, headed to opposite sides of the room, and played a game of catch.
Of course nobody actually caught anything. Just lots of throwing, and running after the ball, and then throwing some more. But the way they played together just got me all sentimental. It was such a great glimpse of what the future holds for them. I started to picture them as teenagers, heading out to the backyard, laughing just as much as they did tonight...brothers and best buds. What a lucky pair they are.
My boys. Having a catch. All by themselves.
(If you think I'm sappy now, you should've seen me when they had their first wrestling match. Oh, my heart.)
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Although I guess it's okay to question the part about being tired of your lady, and putting personal ads in the paper, and picking up total strangers just because they share your alcoholic beverage preference. It's unlikely that any of those things are building-blocks towards establishing a healthy marriage. And yes, Rupert...it does sound kinda mean.
But that's not the point of this post at all.
The point is, every couple needs to escape once in awhile. It's good for the soul. Maybe not so good for the pocketbook, especially if your soul tends to have expensive taste, but good for the soul nonetheless.
Luckily, Scott and I don't need to go to a bar called O'Malley's to plan our escape. Instead, we get to mooch off the wonderful plans two of our closest friends have made as they celebrate their wedding day this weekend. We are both standing up for them, which I'm enormously pleased about because (i) I get to revel in the romance up close; and (ii) I get to see my Scotty in a tux. Plus, there will be dancing and cocktails. And since the reception is being held in a lovely hotel, we will be staying the night.
By ourselves. Without the children.
And I can't wait. And I know that sounds...kinda mean. (It's all becoming clear to me now, Rupert).
As a working mom, I always feel guilty expressing desire to be away from my children, even for just a night. But our escaping is good for them too (although don't try to tell Owen that until we're safely out of the driveway, because, hoo boy, escaping makes him mad). It keeps the romance alive, the priorities focused, the partnership solid. At least for us it does.
And so this weekend we'll escape the life we've built together, just for a night. To remember the reason we started that life, all those years ago...when it was just me and him.