Thursday, September 29, 2011

Zoo Fun and Funky Feet


They refused to look up.
The little dudes and I met a friend and her 20 month old b/g twins at the zoo yesterday. It was to hot this summer so we hadn't been since spring time. Naturally we picked the only 90 degree day this week and I chose to wear a black t-shirt. That's how I roll. It was hot. The boys liked the playground best of all. It's hard to see a lot of the animals from their stroller and they are still young enough they don't really care about them. I managed to take a few pictures at the playground. Barely. My guys like to go in opposite directions. They are not those kids that stay together and play. I envy those parents.
Yes, he's eating dirt and sliding. 
Owen thought he would climb up the slide














While we were at the zoo my doctor called. I had been the day before and had some X-Rays. I have been having some numbness and tingling that progresses into sharp pain in my toes and the pads of both my feet since I had Olivia (4 1/2 years). Last summer towards the end of my pregnancy with Owen and Carter I started having a lot of pain in the heel of my left foot. Mainly when I would first stand on it after being off my feet for a while. I thought it was due to pregnancy and that I was SO BIG! I thought it would get better after I had the boys. It didn't. Instead over the course of this last year it has gotten progressively worse. To the point that I limp and other people were noticing. I begrudgingly made an appt. with my doctor. The doctor noticed that I rushed right in to see him. Which brings us to today. He called while we were at the zoo with my results. I have a small bone spur, plantar fasciitis AND arthritis in my toes. He's sending me to a Podiatrist. I'm 30. I really have to go see a Podiatrist? I associate that with older people. I'm sure that's a completely irrational association, but I do. I know it's irrational since I'm going. I'm really kind of bummed about this. I keep envisioning myself in horrible white orthopedic shoes and compression tights. It's vain, I know this, but I can't help myself right now. I keep telling myself that if I can stand and walk with out mind numbing pain then it's worth it. But really?! And~ if this is what a small bone spur feels like. I never want to know what a large bone spur feels like. Yowzer!

Monday, September 26, 2011

Football and the Harvest Festival

We are big OSU football fans around here. Mr. Mayer graduated from there and so did most of our inner circle. I didn't, but I married into it. Diva is a die hard "Go Pokes" fan and will say anything (including Hooters) orange is the "Go Pokes." She also puts her guns up anytime she sees orange or something OSU. Shrek and Donkey are learning how to raise their arms when someone says "Go Pokes." Silly I know, but it's cheap entertainment. Now that college football is in full swing we spend our Saturday's cheering on our team. This past Saturday was no different. The Pokes played A&M. They squeaked out a victory. Wahoo! We had friends over to watch the game. We ate to much food. Maybe we had a few pre-festival beverages. It was a great afternoon.

A few weeks ago I had seen my favorite bar ever McNellie's advertising their Harvest Beer Festival. They gather a bunch of micro brewers together and set up tents outside and you go from tent to tent sampling the brews. I thought it sounded like fun. I like micro brewers. I don't know why. But I do. Apparently when I was telling Aunt Bets about it I described micro brewers as "little beers." Yeah, there was some teasing about that. *sigh*
Anyway....after the game we all head downtown for the festival. I'm excited. Mainly because I am getting  out of the house with friends sans kids. This is a big deal for me. We get downtown and get our special commemorative glasses. They gave us real glass. Now, I'm not exactly what you would call coordinated or graceful. I'm a klutz. These people are giving me a real glass to drink beer out of. Naturally I ask what happens if I break my glass. I didn't think it was that absurd. Mr. Mayer nearly stroked out. It was good to know that they would replace my glass in the event I break mine. Whew! By this point I am excited. The friends aren't so much. I don't think they like micro brewers like I do. We walk over to our first tent and get a sample. We are standing there talking about what we all chose from the tent. Mr. Mayer and Brian are there with us. All of a sudden both make a beeline for a gorgeous blond that is standing across from us at another tent. Hmmm...weird. So, we stand there chit chatting amongst each other for a little bit. Slowly realizing that Mr. Mayer and Brian have no intention of returning to our group any time soon. They are still with the gorgeous blond. I hope they know her :/
I get bored. Brian's wife gets irritated that we were just ditched. Bets and Mon are hoping there is better beer down the line. We leave the boys and their "friend" in search of beer. No joke...we make it all the way to the end of the tents and were on our way back up before those boys came to find us. They were mumbling something about her being a recruiter.
Okay...I digress. We made our way through the tents sampling the brews. Some I like. Some I dump in a trash can. We get a little silly.





 After the festival we make our way into McNellie's for some snacks and drinks. We then make the rounds to a few other places. I have a great time. But, wow! I am tired. I was up way past my bedtime. We go home. Lucky me it's my morning to get up with the kids. Yay! I was pretty worthless on Sunday.











Thursday, September 22, 2011

WhooHoo!!






 So...the day arrived. It's been months in the making. We had one VERY excited little girl. Diva got to go to the Taylor Swift concert. Diva LOVES Taylor Swift. She tells people that Taylor is her sister and she can sing most of the songs word for word from memory. Diva had a new "costume" to wear. Aunt Bets and I went and picked up Amy and Akelah and we went to dinner~sushi. Another very exciting event. They even had kid sushi and kid chopsticks. Very exciting! After dinner we head to the BOK Center with our tickets in hand. Diva made sure that I let her carry her own ticket inside. We go and find our seats. Then Diva and I go for another potty run (does every one's 4 year old pee every 5 minutes!). The line was long. Diva had to go VERY BAD. She was dancing and jumping and doing everything in her power not to pee her pants. Those that know me know that we have really struggled with potty training and Diva peeing in her pants. Her trying to hold it and not pee her pants is a very big deal. Needless to say that as the line inched along and we made our way into the bathroom she had to go really bad. There was one woman in front of us. She kept making faces at Diva and I and Diva's jumping around. The woman looks at Diva and says "We all have to go to the bathroom." I look at the woman and tell Diva that if her dancing helps her not pee her pants that is just fine. It's a long line and I know that she has to go really bad. I mean really lady! Would it have killed you to let a little girl go in front of you?! Or, at least not been hateful to her?! Jeez. After our potty break Diva talks me into getting her some cotton candy. Later it was a flashy light. A really obnoxious flashily light. The concert starts and there is one very excited little girl. Her favorite song is "Mean." Every time she started to play a new song Diva would ask "is this the Someday song?" That's what she calls "Mean." It was a huge moment! Now...about 1 1/2 hours maybe 2 into the concert Diva hits her wall. Complete with crying and "I miss my Daddy" and "I want to go home." She goes to bed early (7:30) and I knew this was going to be a very late night for her. We wait another 30ish minutes and leave at the pause between the final song and the encore. She is asleep in her car seat before we make it to Amy and Akelah's house (they live very close). We make it home and Daddy meets us in the driveway to carry her upstairs. We change her clothes and tuck her in. This morning we had to wake her up for school. We had forewarned her teacher that she was going to have a very late night. She was very subdued this morning and extremely groggy. I felt a little bad about sending her to school today. However, Mr. Mayer and I thought it would be setting a bad precedent if we didn't send her. I know she's 4, but I want to establish a good foundation. Maybe I am eccentric. I'm anxious to hear about how her day goes. 
Just started...
Waiting patiently
Aunt Bets and Akelah



Amy :)
Oh yes...she did heart hands

"Mean"~ we'd been waiting for it
Diva's 'sister'
Her favorite song just started




You can't see it, but she's waving her flashy light




One very tired little Diva






























Saturday, September 17, 2011

The Big O-N-E...round 2

Okay, so, apparently I am being ubber productive today. Weird. I uploaded the pics from the boys actual birthday. Again, being the super creative person I desire to be I made them a funfetti cake mix cake. Mr. Mayer and I bought them some little chairs from Pottery Barn Kids for their gifts. The best thing about the chairs for the first week was that we could put Owen in the chair and he didn't know how to get out. He would just sit there until someone got him. We had friends over for dinner that night and we grilled hamburgers and hot dogs. I'm going to tell on myself now. Papa Brad came over for dinner. I was making him a plate and made him a burger and gave to him. A minute later he said "Jayna. Thanks for the burger, but could I have meat on it?" OMG! I forgot to put meat on his burger. He had everything else~no meat. Gah!!! That's typical for me. At least I remember to feed the children. I hope.














Crafty

Those who know me know that I really want to be crafty. I see things and think "Oh, I could make that." The sad reality is that I don't have a crafty bone in my body. I try really hard, but most things come out looking like one of Diva's art projects. Mr. Mayer's default response it "Just go buy it." Grrr....that defeats the point.
Aunt Bets showed me a ribbon wreath off of Pinterest that I really liked. Again, I decided "Oh, I could make that." So I did. And.....it turned out pretty good. I did run out of the patterned ribbon and had to group 4 of the orange ribbons together. I still think it looks good. I may correct it if I ever get to Hobby Lobby for supplies.
Gather your supplies. I was using 2 different colors/patterns of ribbon.
You could use fray stop on the ribbon. I chose to use fire.


Tie ribbon around wreath in pattern of your choosing.

Viola! Ribbon wreath.

I thought the back looked pretty as well. 

The Big O-N-E

Okay, as promised I have the pictures uploaded from the party. Their birthday falls on Labor Day weekend so I had their party the Saturday after. The day of we had some friends over for dinner. I have some pictures from that I will be uploading one of these days.
We did presents first. Thank goodness these boys had a big sister to help with that. She was all over it. And, yes, the boys are wearing their custom 90210 (their birthday) onesies. The backs have their name and birth order. They are my favorites I think. Thanks Aunt Jackie. Cake followed the tearing of paper. Our good friend DJ made them their little bear cakes. Owen dove right into the cake. He LOVED it. Carter was terrified of the bear. At one point someone moved the cake closer to him and he jumped. We finally had to turn the cake around and break off an ear for him to eat it. I guess he doesn't like his food looking at him. And, I still don't know how to do anything more with my pictures than this. So bear with me. I'll learn one of these days.