Friday, May 28, 2010

Welcome and our newest arrival

I see you've made it to my new blog URL. Welcome!

In our house, we've welcomed this guy:

From princess balloons and Tigger

This is Tigger, Anne Marie's new cat. She also calls him "Potato Eye." My grandmother recently needed to find homes for her cats. We took this one.

I thought Anne Marie would be disturbed by Potato Eye. She is obsessed with eyes and mouths and has a lot of fears, so I thought this might be another one. I even gave her the choice of another car- she picked Potato Eye. She absolutely adores him. We weren't too keen on becoming a three-cat household again, but in the end, we adore him too.

On another note, we went to Applebees on Wednesday (99 cent kids meals), and Anne Marie wanted a balloon animal as we were leaving. The balloon lady instead gave her a full fairy princess costume made from balloons, complete with a gigantic wand.

From princess balloons and Tigger

Here is a crown close-up:
From princess balloons and Tigger

Against my better judgement — Thomas always tries to bite balloons and I have to be constantly on guard for potential choking — Thomas got a dog on a leash.

From princess balloons and Tigger

Friday, May 21, 2010

Five Question Friday




1. Do you have an iPhone and, if so, how do you get apps and what are your favorites?

I don't have an iPhone. I don't really want one, but I do dream of a Droid. I think I'm in love with Google.

2. What is your fondest memory of K-3rd grade?
I went to several kindergartens because we moved around a lot that year. It was a wild time, and honestly, I can't think of one particular memory, but my mom had the wonderful idea of writing things down for me in a journal I dictated to her in kindergarten.

One of my favorite entries is "Today at school Mrs. Frandsen gave me a piece of birthday cake."

Alone, it's not that interesting. My mom taught at that school, and we both left mid-year. I didn't see or think of Mrs. Frandsen for 22 more years- she wasn't even ever my teacher. More than two decades later, I was back in Montana and dating her son. Now, she's my mother-in-law. Who would have thought? Without that journal, I wouldn't have ever known that are paths crossed.


3. What makes you cringe at the thought of touching?

I will touch just about anything.

4. If you could have any celebrity show up on your doorstep who would it be and why?

I think it would be really neat to have mean old Gordon Ramsey come and cook me something nice.


5. What would you say is your best physical feature?

My blue eyes

Thursday, May 20, 2010

People are NOT for eating

From first zoo visit 2010

Doesn't this face look sweet and innocent to you?

It does to me. He truly is one of the sweetest little boys I know, always ready with a hug for just about anyone. Innocent, it turns out, he is not.

I signed my first "incident report" for that sweet little man last week. And my second — the same day.

Turns out, he wanted to sit on a couch his little friend was already using. When she wouldn't get off, he gave her a solid pinch. Of course, he was busted, as referenced in write-up number 1. He was taken away from the situation, which caused a royal temper tantrum. A poor, sweet unexpecting little girl came up to investigate, and received a bite for her trouble. Write-up number 2, a mere five minutes after the first.

Everyone has bad days, and for toddlers, it's harder to contain your ill-will towards someone who has the couch you desperately need. But for the rest of the week, I was a little scared to pick him up at school. I immediately started wondering how many more he could get before he was kicked out. Of course, there have been no further incidents, and he is acting like a happy little guy again. Most kids take it out on each other at least once in awhile. The poor kid- one biting incident, and I've mapped out his life of time in the principal's office. I've stopped short of saving for future bail money.

It's a new week now, and my mind is no longer running wild. I'm confident this isn't the beginning of the end, but rather a really bad day.

I know he's my second child. I should be a bit more laid-back about these type of issues, right? Well, with Anne Marie, the biggest complaint about tempers from a daycare teacher has been that she was a little weepy for a day. She isn't the type to show uncontrolled anger. Her temper tantrums seem to be choreographed affairs. She is a social butterfly who spends a good portion of her day in a pretend world. Honestly, in all ways, I have never met two kids who were so different.

So, has anyone else had a biter? What did you do?

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Are you the mom you thought you would be?

This week's Working Mommy Wednesday question was a tough one- "Are you the mom you thought you would be?"




When I was working as an intern at a newspaper, long before I had children, I remember meeting this woman who worked for a tiny town newspaper. We were covering the same story, something about an environmental issue. Anyway, she had a long, flowing skirt and long, flowing hair, and she told me about how she enjoyed being a reporter in this small town — how relaxing and stress-free it was, and how she loved having the time to explore her environment.
Immediately, a picture passed through my mind. Me, flowing skirt, flowing hair, writing about small-town experiences with my beautiful children hanging on to my skirts. I had this idea that my ideal motherhood experience would be to work part-time writing freelance and spend the rest of my days showing my children butterflies and flowers.
It turns out, I’m not that mom. In an ideal world, I would still be working part-time, writing freelance and spending more of my day with my children. I would still love that, but, honestly, it’s not really as rosy as I pictured it. I worked part-time for awhile, and, even though we had health insurance and I had flexible hours, my work environment was stressful. Also, the 30 hours per week, 15 at home, 15 in the office that I negotiated always turned out to be more like 25 at home, 15 in the office. The flexible schedule I loved also made it so my mind was always on work. Since I took my work home, there was no haven.
Now I work full-time, office hours. At first, I was really sad to leave the special schedule I created, and the career I had chosen. But in this full-time job, my life is less stressful. I miss my kids, but I enjoy coming to work each morning. I loved the work I did in my previous job, but I didn’t like the environment. Now, I like both. When I leave the office at 5 (4 in the summer ☺), my work is done. My complete focus is on my children.
And, with some sacrifices and tricky scheduling on our part, my kids are still only in daycare three days per week. My husband and I have different days off so our children can be home. It’s given Matt an opportunity that a lot of fathers don’t get — a chance to be main caregiver two days a week for our children. He gets to take them to the library, play games, and have many of the fun opportunities that come with alone time with your kids.
What I’ve realized as I’ve grown as a mother is that my ideas of being a mother revolved around tangible things. I thought about work schedules, breastfeeding, natural childbirth, whether they would play soccer. Those things are still issues, but they are no longer the most important ones.
Now, I have a new list of goals for myself as a mother.
• I want my children to grow up with an appreciation for others. I want to be a mother who shows them that it is important to treat others with respect, regardless of background, economic status, or even whether or not you like them.
• I want to teach my kids respect for the earth. I hope they learn to love the outdoors, and understand how important it is for us to leave our mark on the world with our great deeds and ideas, not with our consumption of resources.
• I want to teach them the importance of education, how it’s not only vital to achieve life goals, but can be fun as well.
• I want them to know that they can be whatever they want to be, but that some aspirations require more work and dedication, and that the best things in life often take a lot of work.
• Most importantly, I want my children to always know they are loved, both by me and by God, and that I will always do everything in my power to make sure they are healthy, safe and content.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Week 1

1 lb at a time


So, for week 1, Lisa @This Mommy Works asked, "What makes you feel good about yourself?"

It's a tough one. I don't really feel bad about myself, but it's still hard to pinpoint what makes me feel good about myself.

I do like that I am strong. I don't exercise like I should anymore, and I took a fitness assessment at work, with the goal of shaming myself into more workouts. I wanted to see how bad it had gotten.

To my surprise, it wasn't too bad. Although my weight/BMI is considered super-obese, my body fat percentage is in the appropriate zone, and all of the fitness tests, with the exception of flexibility, put me in the "fit" category. My bicep strength test wasn't even on the charts, and my endurance on the bike was "excellent." I don't take this as a sign that my fatness is good by any means, but I am impressed at the wonder that is my body. It can take a licking and keep on ticking.

I won't know how much weight I've lost this week until weigh-in tonight, but I hope it's something. From my three goals, I decided to hit the fruits and vegetables this week, and it's working out splendidly. I bought a huge basket of fruits and vegetables through this co-op program. It was awesome - $15 for:

• four artichokes
• one honeydew melon
• one cantaloupe
• 1 1/2 pints blackberries
• one giant bunch of spinach
• four kiwis
• three bunches of bananas
• one bunch of Romaine
• two bags of radishes
• five tomatoes
• a five-pound bag of apples
• two cucumbers

How could I not eat my fruits and veggies? We still have cucumbers left because I had already bought some, some tomatoes, the kiwis (they weren't ripe yet) and the cantaloupe and 1/2 pint of blackberries, but we've done everything else in. I ordered the basket again this week. We'll see if it's always such a good deal!

Monday, May 3, 2010

Mom and me

I really like this picture of Anne Marie and I. We were in Moab, on our way to Albuquerque, and that night, we decided that Anne Marie and I would share a bed, and Thomas and Matt would share a bed. Anne Marie wanted me to take a photo to celebrate the occasion.


From Albuquerque

Also on our trip, take a look at this one Matt took for us. We were trying to look like we had hit the cliff, then were stuck, Looney Tunes style. I'm not sure it worked out. Not a flattering photo of either of out butts — mine is very lumpy and her white shorts have that Moab-red hue to them, but it was still a good memory.

From Albuquerque




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