live, love, and LAUGH baby...

God, I wish I were funny! I mean, I think I'm funny in a goofy-dumbass-dorky kinda way (so says my hubby), but I'm not f-ing hilarious! Our 2nd family, the Dolars (pronounced: 'dough-lars') came over and they can make us L-A-U-G-H! Michelle's about the funniest person you'll meet and her boys are too (and we weren't even drunk).

We had a blast. Oliver and Kale chased each other screaming through the house, giving each other nuggies and wedgies! Wish I had it on footage. Lennon just sat quietly, watching in awe and Mack tore through the house throwing what he could and stealing Oliver's pizza. I have no photos to prove the chaos, but if you know these boys - you know what I'm talking about.

Watching the boys scream in delight made me thankful for Oliver, Lennon & Michael, our health, my awesome family, and good friends.

Oh, and...wine, cheap pizza, and crazy kids. Life can't get much better than this.

gobble, gobble, gobble...

Thanksgiving is fast approaching and we're getting ready. Buying the food, decorating the house, cleaning furiously! I'm not too excited to be hosting Thanksgiving this year - too much stress for the "Type A" gal. We're making the turkey, stuffing, and desserts and we've asked Michael's family to bring the side dishes and drinks. Guess what! They've offered to bring rolls and a can of cranberry sauce. Seriously? That's what you're fucking bringing? Hmm. I'll be serving your ass an Oliver-sized helping of turkey!

duh...

Is it me or does pregnancy and having kids make you forget EVERYTHING! Seriously! The symptoms started to show when I was pregnant with Oliver and they've gotten worse over the years. It's so bad, I'm actually thinking about ingesting some of those large horse size vitamins, Ginkgo Biloba. And those who know me, know I don't swallow (no pun intended...ok...a little pun intended). I can't remember shit these days.

Today, I walked into the teacher's mail room 3 fucking times before I remembered why I went in there. And there's only 3 choices in the mail room: get your mail, make copies, or pick up forms. I walked in, stopped, stared at the wall, mumbled to myself "why am I here", and walked out. THREE TIMES people! On the third try, I finally remembered to pic up a form.

I'm even forgetting to put on deodorant these days. I had to buy a stick to leave in the car, for those just in case moments.

I'm actually scared I'm going to forget my kids somewhere. My worst nightmare...I'll be one of those trashy moms you see on the 10:00 news who left their 2 kids in the car over night because she forgot they were in the back seat screaming, yelling, crying, and just being plain obnoxious kids.

What was I talking about?

2 bottles of wine and some blood - to go please...

What a fucking Saturday we had. Started out great. Drank some coffee, enjoyed the weather, and took to long to get off the couch, but then we were ready to roll. We're having Thanksgiving at our house this year. Not too excited, but what do ya do? We decided we needed to "spruce" up the house (sine we've lived in it almost 4 years and have done NOTHING to it).

The plan: World Market, Target, and shrimp enchilada dinner. Went to World Market. Not a good place to bring two kids. Their carts are too small for two kids to fit into and their aisles are too small for the double stroller. I ran after Oliver for about 15 minutes screaming, "don't touch that, don't touch that, don't touch that"! Then he knocked over a piles of dog bones. Whew! Easy clean up. Wishful thinking on my part. He threw a fit and we had the "you have two choices talk". Two simple choices: go to the car or stay and listen to mommy and daddy. He decided to stay and listen. We thought we were smart cause we reasoned with a toddler.

Next thing I know, and it all happened so fast, but in slow motion as I watched. Oliver ran over to the wine section, grabbed one wine bottle...it dropped, then another came sliding out, it dropped, then another....crash - bang! Two bottles broke, wine was splattered, glass was broken into pieces, my foot was bleeding, my toe was throbbing, Lennon was smiling happily, Mike was trying to figure out who's kid just embarrassed his parents, and Oliver was silent. HOLY SHIT!

Mike quickly came to, grabbed Oliver and carried him to the car and I quickly ran over to the counter and paid for two $20 bottle of wine that I will NEVER drink. I got to the car and Mike asked, "are you still buying the bench"? Seriously? HELL NO!

Needless to say, we never made it to Target and we were too cranky to whip up shrimp enchiladas. Oliver spent the rest of the evening in his room and I have a Spongebob band aid healing my wounds.

Mr. President...

Michael always reminds me that Oliver was born the same year that the Astros went to the World Series. Not sure how historical that is, but if you're a sports fan I guess you get it. To me, that's like saying, "Oliver was born the same year we planted the day lilies in the garden". Hmm. Now we can say that Lennon was born the same year the USA elected their first African American President. Pretty cool, huh?

Obama's has a long and treacherous road ahead. I know things will have to get worse before they get better, but I'm happy to make this journey with Obama. I'm ready for change.

Happy Halloween...

Lennon's first Halloween was a success, except she was tired, cranky, and never got to trick-or-treat. At least we got a few photos of her in her costume (she was a Dalmatian). Oliver, on the other hand, hand too much fun (he was a Fireman who looked like Paddington Bear). He loved knocking on the doors, screaming "TRICK-OR-TREAT" and taking a big handful of candy. He even loved the haunted house some clever person set up. He wasn't even scared. Of course, we all know what too much chocolate does to a toddler...MELT DOWN! He had a few melt downs towards the end of the night and even kept sneaking candy as he was trailing up to bed. All in all, it was an OK evening. Hope you had a great one too.