Friday, April 29, 2011

Easter Recap

It's not too late to recap Easter, is it?

Well, I'm posting pictures anyway.

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They all got a nice haul, if I do say so myself.  Light on the candy and heavy on the Target $1 aisle.

Ashley almost figured out that the Easter Bunny wasn't real multiple times that morning.

First:

"MOMMY!  Great news!" she called up the stairs at 6:30 am while I was still trying to sleep.  "The Easter Bunny left all the left-over candy on the counter for us!!!!"

Whoops.

Second:

"MOMMY I CAN'T FIND MY EASTER BASKET!"

"Look next to the TV."

"MOMMY I FOUND MY EASTER BASKET!"

"Awesome!"

"HEY!  HOW DID YOU KNOW WHERE MY EASTER BASKET WAS?'

Whoops.

Third:

Well, I swear there was a third thing but I can't remember now.  Maybe this is the reason why you shouldn't wait a week to recap Easter.

Anyhoo, we all had a grand time.  My family came over later that afternoon for an Easter feast and an epic Easter Egg hunt in the backyard.  Each kid had a limit of 10 eggs they could find.  But in addition to that, anyone could find the coveted Golden Egg.

Which is actually silver.  But the kids insisted on calling it golden.  So we just went with it.

On your mark...get set....GO!!!!!!

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Aidan was concentrating hard.

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While Ashley just ran around like a maniac.

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But there can be only one victor.

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And usually at least one pouter.

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Luckily this one was a good sport.

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And Ashley eventually got over it.

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And we all lived happily ever after.  Except for the chocolate bunnies.  They didn't fare so well.

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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Goodnight, Stewie.

Yesterday, Ashley had a really good day.  She was quite well-behaved, while her two siblings were....well, not.  So, in an effort to reward such good behavior, we decided to let Ashley stay up late and watch a DVD on the tv in our bedroom. (In an effort to preserve our sanity, the boys got shipped off to bed early.  I'm not gonna say how early, but let's just say Wheel of Fortune may have been on at the time.)  

Anyway, Ashley was extremely excited about her good fortune.  And in keeping with the day's theme of good behavior, she selected a DVD to watch that any mother would be proud of:

A Scholastic DVD based on the classic children's book "Goodnight Gorilla."


People, you can't get much better than letting your kids watch a DVD based on a book.  It's practically like reading to them.  And you don't need to actually do anything!  (Especially if your kid also knows how to use the remote).

So there Ashley was, all snuggled up in our bed, getting read to by the good people at Scholastic.  Scott and I gave her a kiss goodnight and escaped back downstairs.

A little while later, she called down to tell us that the movie was over.  Since we encourage self-sufficiency in our children, we called back up and told her to turn it off and that she could just go to sleep in our bed. 

All was well.

Until a little bit later, when Scott went upstairs to get something and realized that Ashley had turned off the DVD player.  But not the TV.  And there she sat, wide-eyed in our bed, watching an episode of The Family Guy.


"Daddy, did you know I've already watched TWO of these?"

Yes.  Parents of the Year, right here.  Hopefully "Goodnight Gorilla" counteracted some of the effects and we'll wind up with a moderately normal child..

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Sunday, April 24, 2011

Bloggle. And Easter Eggs.

Bad blogger. That's me.  I took a week off, without any warning whatsoever

I wish I could say I spent the week doing super fun stuff.  But most of it was spent playing Boggle on my iPad. 

Wait. 

So instead of spending my free time "blogging", I spent it "boggling". 

Heh heh.  Get it?  Boggling.  It sounds like blogging, but I really said bo-gg-ling.

Heh.

So did you miss me?  ;-)

I can't imagine why not.

Anyways, Easter Eggs!

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We only had two egg casualties, so I call it a success.  Although, FYI - that dye stuff doesn't really wash off hands very well.  Thank goodness preschool is cancelled for tomorrow.  Otherwise they might think Aidan murdered the Easter Bunny.
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Friday, April 15, 2011

Totally Random Randomness

This has been one loooooooooooong week.

And then, to top it off, I walked out to my parking garage after work tonight and found out that the elevator was broken. So I had to walk up SIX flights of stairs to get to my car. Ooh, the lungs were burning! I almost died, I kid you not.

But, in happy news, I have the day off from work tomorrow, which means today was my Friday and tomorrow is my Saturday and Saturday is my Sunday and Sunday is my....well, that doesn't really work when you lay it all out like that.

I'm looking forward to spending a great day with the kids. Although that might be a little ambitious. It will probably be a great morning with the kids. Or a great early afternoon, tops. After that, they've usually broken me. And I mean that literally - there's only so many times you can get tackled by three kids before something snaps. What can I say, I'm brittle.

Speaking of brittle, Scott FINALLY turns 35 this week, so I'll no longer be married to a younger man. Good thing, because I was starting to feel like a cougar.

Could this post be any more random? This is what happens when I have to climb up six flights of stairs. My brain gets depleted of oxygen and I can't think of anything interesting to write about.

Ho hum, what else? Is anyone still reading this? I'm trying to wrap it up, but it's hard to wrap up a random post, don't you think? There's always something even more random to say. Like, for example, why does Rhianna say na-na-na so many times in her songs? It seems a bit excessive, no? Or isn't it sad that they cancelled All My Children and One Life to Live? Not that I watch those shows, but I keep thinking of poor Susan Lucci and what the heck is she gonna do. And also, I could really go for a vanilla milkshake right now.

Or maybe I should just go to bed. I hear randomness wears off after 6-8 hours of sleep. I hope.

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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Aidan the Magician

Aidan invented a magic trick the other day.

Abba and...cadabba!!!!



By the way, I think it's finally Ashley's turn now.

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Tuesday, April 12, 2011

A Life Full of Parsley Is No Way To Live

I think I need some spice in my life.

Not cajun fire spice, or anything like that.

Just a dash of tarragon.  Or maybe some lemon pepper.  Or some cilantro.

I'm feeling a little bland.  A little blah.  A little boring.

What do you all do for yourselves when you need a little sass in your step?  What do you suggest I do?  Keep in mind that I have a husband, 3 children aged 5 and under, a job that requires me to bill at least 35 hours per week, and limited cash.  (Scott put me on a budget after one too many $100+ trips to Target.  Boo.  Hiss.)

Speaking of Target, I got a little sassy there the other night, which as indicated by this post, is highly unlike me.  See - I wanted to try on some clothes in the dressing room, but I had eight items to bring with me, which is over the Target allotted amount of six.  The place was deserted - it was just me and the dressing room girl.  So when she told me I had to put two items back?  I said no.  In fact, I might have even said "That's ridiculous."  And then she told me that it was the rule, and I had to follow the rule.

So I made her call her manager.  The manager said, "Yup, six items is the rule." 

So I made that manager call her manager.   Who finally let me do it.

Then I felt really bitchy and guilty afterwards.  Because that's how I roll.

You see?  This is all the excitement I have in my life.  Throw-downs at the Target dressing room.

I definitely need some spice.

Maybe some cinnamon.  Yeah, definitely cinnamon.

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Sunday, April 10, 2011

Prayers for Manny

Hey all - I've got a request for you today.  My dear friend Anna - who I've known since I was 14 - who was the matron of honor at my wedding - and who has always been more like a sister than a friend to me - has a darling little nephew who was recently diagnosed with leukemia. 

He's 3.

And you know, I just don't know what to do.  I just...can't even imagine.  Writing this post is all I can think of to do to help.  And it's not enough.  :-(

So if you all are the praying kind, would you please shoot off  a prayer for Manny?  He's having bunches of side effects from the chemo, and I think it's time for things to start looking up for him and his family.

And if you aren't the praying kind, please just keep Manny and his family in your thoughts and send some good vibes their way.

Life just isn't fair sometimes, is it. 

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Thursday, April 7, 2011

Who Needs Hands in Heaven

So. Scott is a stay-at-home dad. And a pretty fantastic one if I do say so myself.

Except when it comes to answering deep questions posed by the kids.

Not that I'm great at it, either. But sometimes when he tells me about the conversations he has with the kids during the day, I find myself saying "Really? You said that to them?  Really!?!?"

Like today, for example. They were all in Scott's truck, driving about town, when they passed a cemetery. Ashley, naturally, wanted to know what it was. And Scott began to tell her. He started off fairly well, explaining that when you die your body stays here and your soul goes to heaven. Then it went downhill. Fast.

Ashley: Can you take your house with you to heaven?

Scott: No, you don't need a house.

Ashley: Why not?

Scott: Because you don't bring your body to heaven. You leave all your material things behind.

Ashley: Can't you just carry your house with you?

Scott: No, because you don't have a body, you're just a soul.

Ashley: Hmm.

Scott: It's like you don't have a body. Like, you don't have hands.

Ashley: You don't have HANDS?!?!

Scott: Well, you don't need hands because you're a soul.

Ashley: But angels have hands.

Scott: Well, no - they have hands in pictures, but they don't really have them in heaven.

Ashley: Why do angels have feet and legs and wings but no hands?

Scott: Um...

Ashley Can they just carry it on their backs?

Scott: What?

Ashley: Can the angels just carry their houses on their backs?

Scott: Well, they don't really have backs either.

Ashley: They're just WINGS?!?!

Scott: Let's talk about something else.

About a minute later, from the backseat...

Ashley: Oh, I get it.  They're like butterflies.

Hopefully my sweet daughter is dreaming about beautiful butterfly angels in heaven tonight.  But I have a feeling it might look something more like this:
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Cause that's what I pictured.  Yikes.
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Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Old Lady, Old Lady, Old Lady, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I posted about this on Facebook and Twitter the other day, but I felt like it deserved a post all of its own.  Because frankly, it was just that traumatic for me.

So, there I was, cruising around on the internet on Tuesday morning, minding my own business, la-tee-dah, when I came across the following article on Fox News.

Justin Bieber Saves Mom After Her Hair Catches Fire


"Well, now, doesn't that sound interesting," I thought to myself.  *Click!*

And I started to read about Justin Bieber, who I don't care what you say, I've always thought was a cutie.  Baby, Baby, Baby Ohhhhhhhhhhh!  Baby, Baby, Baby Ohhhhhhhh!

Ahem.

Anyway, there I was reading.  Thinking about how popular this guy is with the preteen ladies, and how I don't blame them one bit.  And then I got to thinking about my own preteen years and my various crushes and what not.  Oh, River Phoenix!  Oh, Corey Haim!  Oh, other 80's teen idols who didn't listen to Nancy Reagan and are most likely dead by now!  Oh, how I loved and longed for you!  It seems just like yesterday, doesn't it?

Well, that's what I was thinking.  Until I got to this part of the story.

"Pattie Mallette, Bieber's mom, was celebrating her 35th birthday Saturday while her son was performing in Berlin. At the end of the show, Bieber called her on stage to present her with a birthday cake as the audience sang "Happy Birthday."  As Mallette leaned in to blow out her candles, a few strands of her hair came too close to the flames and caught fire.  Bieber immediately noticed and patted down his mother's hair to put out the fire."

"So what, Megan?" you are thinking.  "Justin Bieber saved his momma from a fiery death, he is a hero.  What could you possibly find upsetting about that?"

Well, let me tell you.

It's because of a little something in that paragraph that you might have skipped over if you're easily distracted by things like flaming hair.  But not me.  Oh, I noticed this little snippet right away.  It's the part that says this:

"Pattie Mallette, Bieber's mom, was celebrating her 35th birthday Saturday..."

And there you have it.  Justin Bieber's mom just turned 35.  And as you may remember, I turned 35 back in December.

People.

Not only am I older than Justin Bieber, I am older than Justin Bieber's MOTHER. 

I repeat:  I am older than Justin Bieber's MOTHER.

That is unacceptably old.  And I do not like it one little bit.  In fact, I refuse to accept it.  I am not old enough to have a Bieber.  And that's all there is to it.

Although I did stop by Walgreens on my way home from work to buy some anti-wrinkle face cream.  Just in case.

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Tuesday, April 5, 2011

The Penalty Pout

Sometimes, on your first day of soccer, you really want everything to go well.

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But then it turns out that you are only four years old.  And well...you have no idea how to play.


So your big sister starts yelling at you like a mini-soccer mom.

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"BOYS!  You have to kick it HARD!"

And you swear you can hear your parents giggling at you from the sidelines. 


And nobody will get out of your way so you can kick a goal. 


So maybe you decide to just take a break.

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Or go for a leisurely walk.

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Which is okay.  Because you're four.  And because mommy already promised you ice cream after the game anyway.

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Victory!

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Girls' Weekend 2011

So, first thing's first. Just in case you didn't read all the way to the bottom of my April LTTMMSE post...it was an April Fool's joke.  I don't really wash my hair with placenta shampoo, I swear.  (I've been hemorrhaging followers lately, so I don't want a wayward placenta scaring anybody else off.  This blog is a placenta-free zone, I promise.)

Second of all, I got a promotion at work!  I am no longer an "Associate" and am now "Senior Counsel."  I think it makes me sound like an old lady, but what can you do.

Third of all, Girls' Weekend 2011! 

As I mentioned, the girls and I headed to Des Moines this year.  Fancy.  Let me tell you, it was just what the doctor ordered.  If the doctor was me. 

We got in late on Friday night, and honestly....I can't really remember what we did.  I know there was dinner.  And then checking into the hotel.  And then chit chatting.  And lots of laughing.  I'm pretty sure I told the pickle story.  And then I am just drawing a blank.  I swear to God, my memory is going kaput the older I get.  It must be the Senior Counsel in me.

Now, Saturday, I remember.  We attacked the outlet malls.

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See?  I think I won the dubious honor of being the only person to not buy something for her children and/or husband that day.  Yep.  It's all about me, baby.  I did buy the kidlets a present the next day, though, so I'm not all evil. 

After shopping, I think I fell asleep in the car.  That's right.  I'm wild!  I'm wiiiiiiiiiiiild!  (2 points if you can name the movie.)

But it was a good thing I took a nap, as we still had dinner planned for that night.  We arrived at the restaurant all ready to go when one of my friends (who shall remain nameless) had an underwire emergency.  Thank goodness for tinted windows and sharp teeth, is all I'm going to say.

I provided cover.

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Just doing my job, ma'am.  Just doing my job.

Next, we actually made it into the restaurant - Centro, which is actually pronounced Chen-tro. I know this because it said so on the door.

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The food was yummy, although the restaurant was a bit bipolar.  Snooty name, yet paper menus.  Entrees with names you couldn't pronounce, yet parmesan cheese dispenser on the table.  I couldn't quite figure it out.  But no matter!  I didn't have to cut anyone's food up, so it was perfect.

After dinner we headed back to the hotel, where we took our obligatory GW 2011 official photo.  Looking good, eh? 

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From L to R:  Amy, Dani, the "other" Megan, Anne, Molly and Me.  Missing is dear Anna, who couldn't make it this year but was there in spirit.


We spent the rest of the night talking, sipping wine, telling stories, painting nails...you name the girly activity, we did it.  Although no pillow fights.  Sorry to any creepers out there.

I've known these girls since I was 14 years old, and let me tell you - they just get more beautiful, wise and incredible the longer I know them.  How many people can say they've known their group of best friends for over two decades?  Not many, I bet.  I'm a lucky girl to have friends like these, and I know it.  Love you girls, and can't wait for next year!

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Saturday, April 2, 2011

First Soccer Game

Aidan and Owen had their first ever soccer game today.  And Aidan made a goal!

Kinda.

Watch the video to see.  I promise you...it's worth it.  ;-)



What makes it even funnier is that it wasn't even the right goal. Hee hee hee! Four year old soccer is the best.

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Friday, April 1, 2011

Little Things That Make Me Stupid Excited: April 2011 Edition

It's the 1st of the month!  And you know what that means.  It's time to get STUPID excited!!!!

For those of you new to my blog, "Little Things That Make Me Stupid Excited" is a feature I post on the first day of each month. It's like Oprah's Favorite things - if Oprah was really cheap. And loved to shop at Kohl's.

Now, let me make clear that I am not hawking or reviewing products here. Nobody's paying me or providing me with anything. LTTMMSE is just a little outlet for me to exclaim over and dissect little materialistic things that make me ridiculously excited. Sidenote: It doesn't take much, people.

Grab the button below and link on up in the comments if you want to make your own list! I'd love to read what makes you STUPID excited too!! And if you'd like to see my past lists, they're all linked up on my LTTMMSE page.

Little Things That Make Me Stupid Excited

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I've got *TEN* stupid exciting things for the month of April!  Let's get started, shall we?

*One*


The Shake Weight

Now, I don't actually own one of these.  But I tooooooooootally want to get one.  You know, it actually reminds me of something, but I'm not sure what...I can't quite put my finger on it.    Oh well, maybe I'll figure it out once I order it.

*Two*

The Zaky Hand Pillow

This is genius! A pillow in the shape of hands to hold your baby!  If only I had one of these when my kids were babies. I could have had both hands free to hold a cocktail and a cigarette!  I always miss out on all the good stuff.

*Three*

Placenta Shampoo

Now, I wish I could take credit for this one, but one of my best friends (who is also named Megan) happened to find this one.  It's shampoo...with placenta parts in it!  I know this will make my hair super soft and shiny...and maybe a little slippery too.  Watch out for chunks though - you don't want to clog your drain!

*Four*

Pajama Jeans

Honestly?  They had me at pajamas.

*Five*

Charlie Sheen

Hands off, ladies.  He's all mine.
  
*Six*

Swimsuit Shopping

Oh my God, I can't WAIT to get out to the stores to try on some new swim suits for the summer.  I'm thinking this year I might go with a hot pink bikini.  That would look awesome with the twinskin.

*Seven*


Rebecca Black and "Friday"

Now, I have to admit, just a few days ago I had no idea who Rebecca Black was.  I KNOW!  Soooo embarrassing.  But trust me, now I know who she is.  I know who she is on Friday, I'll know who she is on Saturday, and I'll know who she is on all the days that come afterwards.  Unless I'm too busy partyin'.
 
*Eight*

Crocs

Thank God it's almost summer, because my feet have been itching to get into some Crocs.  And I mean that literally...I hear Crocs will let them breathe.

*Nine*

Bigfoot Garden Yeti Statue

Speaking of summer, I cannot wait to spruce up my backyard for summer BBQ time.  And I think this Bigfoot statue will add just the perfect touch, don't you?  Charming, whimsical, bronzy - no backyard should be without one.  And it's only $115 at SkyMall!  What a deal!

*Ten*

Ensure "Shakes"

Ooh, yummy.  I had to drink a bunch of these when I was pregnant with the twins to keep my protein levels up, and boy do I miss them.  You know what they say...an Ensure a day keeps the babies in play.  Or whatever.

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And that's it for this month, folks!  Hope you enjoyed the April edition of LTTMMSE!

And if you haven't figured it out by now, APRIL FOOL'S!!!   I'm not really stupid excited about this month's stuff.  (Except for the pajama jeans.  But don't tell anyone that.)
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