Monday, December 24, 2012

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Joy To The World


I haven't blogged this week. Nothing too unusual. I am not the most consistent blogger lately. However, this past week there has been a lot on my mind. I just don't know how to say it. All of us know what happened last Friday. There are no words that I can say. I don't know what to say. I can only offer my prayers. A week later I am still filled with a profound sadness. I still cry when I watch the news coverage or see an online post about one of the victims. I can only imagine what those families, all of those families, are going through. I cannot imagine the pain they are in. As a parent I cannot fathom a day without those wacky kids here with me. I have hugged my babies extra tight this week and been sure to tell them how much I love them, as I am sure everyone around the world has done this week. I have limited what Diva has seen or heard about the tragedy. She saw the news coverage on Monday morning. She had a few questions and I answered them honestly. After our talk Mr. Mayer asked me if she was going to be okay. As if on cue she immediately started dancing around the living room and asking if she had to wear her heavy coat to school. I told him I thought she was going to be just fine.
One thing that last Friday taught me is that time is fleeting. This time of year has a tendency to get crazy busy. Life has been so busy that I have found myself to be worn out, cranky, and completely missing all the little moments that this time of year has to offer. A perfect example happened last week. We took the kids to a popular place in town to view Christmas Lights. Traffic was horrible, it was crowded, people were rude and I completely lost my holiday spirit. In hindsight I feel ashamed. I should have savored the moment. The kids were all having a great time. We weren't on a time schedule, what did it matter if it was crowded and we were moving slow? We were making memories. I missed the joy in the moment.
Since last week I have heard a lot about doing 26 random acts of kindness. I am all for that. However, my personal belief is that we should not use a horrible tragedy to promote random acts of kindness. I think kindness is something that we should practice year round. I can't think of a better example of pure joy and kindness than a child. I try to be kind and help those around me. I realize that we are all just a circumstance or two away from needing to be on the receiving end of kindness. My life in general has been insanely blessed and I am very aware of this fact. I know that the decisions of others when I was young could have put me on a completely different path. I try to keep this in mind and pay if forward whenever I can.
I challenge everyone to practice random acts of kindness throughout the next year. It doesn't have to be a grand or monetary gesture. Something as simple as holding a door open for someone or helping someone with their hands full will speak volumes. It's amazing how your act of kindness can be contagious. Before we know it we may be faced with a kinder world. It could happen. I'm an optimist.
In the meantime I am going to try my very best to enjoy the next few days with my family. I am going to try to savor the small things. If my dishes do not get done so be it. Unless the world ends tomorrow~in that case I'm off the hook for dishes. Yay!!

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Because It's Wednesday

Ahhh...the beautiful sounds of children. And he really toned it down for this. He cranked it up to deafening levels when I wasn't filming.

His sticker is stuck on the table and he can't pull it off. It's a window cling sticker. You would think he was having his limbs torn off at the moment. I'm just letting this happen.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Where I Come From...

I grew up in Small Town USA. I spent the majority of my life planning how I was going to get out of Small Town USA. I couldn't wait to leave. I had a wonderful childhood. I have wonderful memories of growing up. I just wanted to see the world. And Target. Target is a nice draw. As I age and my children get older I realize the charm of aforementioned small town. Mr. Mayer grew up in a slightly larger small town (compared to where I came from it was a big city). We both agree there is some benefit and charm to a small town. I have no intention of moving back, but visiting is nice! It makes me sad when I think that my kids will miss out on some of the things that I took for granted all those years ago. I don't get back to visit very often. The older the kids get the less we get to make it back. We were able to go back this weekend. It was so fun. I always get a little nostalgic when I get to town. My brother (bet you didn't know I had an older brother) was able to come to town this weekend as well. It was so good to see him. We hadn't seen each other in a very long time.
My parents still live in the same house I grew up in. I love that house. It has a lot of good memories for me. Mr. Mayer doesn't understand my attachment to a house. He lived in several houses growing up and doesn't think twice about moving. I cried when we sold our first house because that was the house we brought Diva home to. Her first 1 1/2 years were spent there. That was the first house we bought as a married couple. It had a lot of sentimental value for me.
I'm getting off track. At my parents they have gigantic pecan trees. We spent a couple of hours picking pecans yesterday afternoon. Normally that isn't a fun chore, but when you add kids, cousins and siblings into the mix it is a great way to spend the afternoon. The Dudes kept dumping our bucket of pecans just so they could pick them up off the ground. A little later in the afternoon we went out to Aunt Kathy and Uncle Fred's house. Diva was going to spend the night out there and the Dudes are obsessed with "tactors." The cows were near the house when we got there. That was very exciting. We had to moo at them for a while. Uncle Fred was working when we got there. He came home before we had to leave. Then he did the best thing he could have ever done for two tractor loving little boys. He took them for tractor rides. Not only did he let the little guys ride on a tractor. He let them push buttons, twist knobs, pull levers, the works. Those were some happy little Dudes. Carter was a little hesitant at first, but when he saw Owen having such a great time he decided he wanted to join in.


After we left Aunt Kathy and Uncle Fred's house we went back to Nana and Papa's and had dinner. After dinner the Dudes proceeded to run around like crazed animals for a couple of hours. I think it was delirium. I didn't make them nap yesterday afternoon and they had a very big day. It was all part of my master plan. It was our first trip since the Dudes stopped sleeping in cribs and/or pack-n-plays. To say I was nervous about the sleeping situation is an understatement. I was convinced we would not be sleeping. I took their nap mats from school with us. My thinking was that they sleep on them at school, hopefully they will sleep on them at Nana's. We typically have the Dudes in another room when we stay there. This time we put them to bed in our room. I tried to wear them out so they would sleep. Owen went to sleep immediately. Carter fought it for an hour. As he always does. But then....they slept.

At 2:30 this morning I woke up to Carter making some noise. Next thing I knew Carter was standing beside the bed with is "rolled up" nap mat saying "Here you go Mommy." Um....no. I had to explain to him it was still night night time. After about 30-45 minutes of crying and protest he went back to sleep. Owen never wiggled. Those Dudes slept all the way until 8am today! Success!!
Today we celebrated Christmas with my family at Aunt Kathy's house. We always buy for the kids (there's only a gazillion and one more on the way!) and then the adults play Dirty Santa. Diva asked this morning why Santa was dirty. I had to explain it was a game. She decided we were all weird. We left fairly early this afternoon because all 3 of my children had enough. They were all cranky and losing it. They were all asleep before we got out of the county.


 After we got home it was business as usual for a while. We had dinner. Played with our new toys. Baths and beds. One of the gifts Aunt Kathy gave Diva was some stuff called 'Squishy Baff.' It turns your bath into a tub of jello. Interesting stuff. Diva wanted to do it tonight. We let her. The stuff was weird. She had a great time. Remember years ago there was this gel stuff you could buy and use in your house plants to retain water? Sometimes it was colored? Yeah...Squishy Baff is that stuff.

It was a great weekend.


Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Potty Mouth

You would think I would be referring to myself or Mr. Mayer. But, no. I'm talking about the precocious little girl that lives in this house.
"I cleaned my room damn good."
Wait. What? That was the sentence Diva told me a few weeks ago when I asked her if she had cleaned her room. I was in shock. Mr. Mayer was stifling a laugh. Diva was dead serious.
A few days after that she came downstairs and told me to "Tell those damn boys to leave my damn toys alone." Apparently her brother's were messing with her Barbies.
We have also had the occasional "damn it" when she drops something or spills something. It was super embarrassing when we were at Target and she dropped a toy in the toy department and said "damn it." Thankfully there was no one around to hear her.
Diva's um...creative (?) vocabulary started as soon as she started speaking. She has always used big words, whether she knew what they meant or not. Mr. Mayer and I are totally to blame for the "damn" breaking. I can honestly say my mouth has cleaned up since I stopped working 2 years ago. But, it's still not great. Mr. Mayer and I have discussed his favorite word. I am so thankful Diva has never said anything starting with an F...yet. Diva never said the words often. When she was younger she would say "damn" or "shit" and I think there was a "son of a bitch" once. It was so infrequent and I knew she was hearing Mr. Mayer and I say these things that I would tell her when she did say those words that she could only say them if she used them appropriately. For a while it worked. She was using them so inappropriately at the time it was funny and I didn't think I had to worry about her learning appropriate timing for any of those words any time soon. That's biting me in the rear. I have had to change my tune. Now we tell Diva that those words are grown up words and that she is not to say them. At the same time Mr. Mayer and I realize that we need to clean up our acts. If she is saying these things at home, I can only imagine what she is saying at school. OMG! What is she teaching the other kids? My apologies to everyone now. We know there is a problem, we are dealing with it.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Confessions of a Selfish Mommy



Let me preface this post by saying that I am currently dying from the plague suffering diseased contracted  have a cold and drinking a hot toddy with whiskey in it. Who knows what I'll say. But seriously....let's talk. The Dudes need to be potty trained. I wasn't planning to do it until high school. I was secretly hoping they would just do it themselves. That I would wake up one morning and it would be done. That's not happening. Ugh....great. But, it's going to have to be done. They keep coming and telling me when they need a new diaper and whether they went pee or poop. They are even telling their teachers at Mother's Day Out. In all seriousness I think I have PTSD from potty training Diva. That was a horrible experience. Completely my fault. I tried to force her a week after she turned 2 to using a potty. She wasn't ready and 3 years later she was still peeing in her pants. At least she got the pooping thing quickly. My mother had convinced me that all I needed to do was put a pair of panties on her and she would magically start using the potty. It didn't work that way. She still sleeps in a pull up. That's a whole other blog post I'll have to share sometime. I have vowed that this time around would be different. I wouldn't even consider it until I thought they were ready. Then if they didn't get it after a few days I would stop and try again a few months later. That's a good plan. Right?
So what is so selfish about potty training your kids? I'm worried about when I will get to shower. Lame. I know. As things currently go the Dudes cannot open door knobs. I can shut their door and I know that they will be safe in there until I let them out. They are happy to hang out and play in the mornings. I like to go to the gym early in the morning (Honestly I haven't gone in almost 2 weeks. Jeff~I know that physical activity will help me, but seriously. When you feel like shit the last thing you want to do is get up at 5:15AM and go work out).  5:15AM isn't my favorite time of day. But, Dudes have doctor's appts, play dates, groceries need to be bought, houses need to be cleaned and laundry needs to be done. My list can keep going. I have tried to go mid morning, but it is inconsistent and just doesn't fit in. I feel like I am being selfish and that other things are put to the side. So, early mornings work for me. After the gym I come home and get Diva up and ready for school. When her and Mr. Mayer leave for work and school I eat breakfast, drink some coffee and take a shower. After I am showered and ready for the day I go release the hounds, er, um, boys, from their room, usually between 8 and 8:30. Then we go about our day.
I am worried about when I can shower and drink my coffee. Once the Dudes start potty training I will have to let them out of their room when they wake up in the morning so they can go potty. It's going to turn my morning upside down. Best I can figure is I may be able to take a quick bird bath before Mr. Mayer leaves in the morning and take a shower at night. Shower at nap time? Oh wait. They haven't been napping! Ha! That won't work. I guess I could just let them run amok and take a shower any way. Set them up for failure and just make them stay in their room? There is no way I could do that. I would feel terrible every time they had an accident. I realize as I type this how selfish and dumb it is. But, this is my brain.
Potty training will happen. I will sort out my shower issue. Maybe I will just forgo showers. They are time consuming anyway. I have heard a lot about the 3 Day Method. My friend Blair over at www.lifeofamamarazzi.com did it with her boys. I text her this afternoon to ask a few questions. She emailed me an ebook on it that another friend had shared with her. She's a fan of the method and thinks I need to do it ASAP. We are going to be doing some traveling over the next couple of months. I don't think it's a good time to try and potty train. Is it? I mean we will be in a car for 3 and 4 hours at a time. I am thinking that maybe sometime in January would be a good time to do it. We will be done with traveling. That will give me some time to read the book as well. I don't know. They may just do it themselves. It could happen. Right?

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

What She Wore Wednesday

Happy Wednesday! I'm just going to give you a minute to take this in...

She thought she was hot stuff this morning. She even insisted that I take a picture and send to her Aunt Betsy this morning. She was sure Aunt Betsy would LOVE her outfit.
Shirt: Wal Mart
Shorts: Target
Tights: Target (a gift from Aunt Betsy. I think she is rethinking that gift now).
She left the house wearing purple and grey Nikes and a bright pink jacket with lime green lining. She was quiet a vision. I can only imagine what her teacher thinks of all these crazy outfits.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

My Halloween Post

Whew! Nov. 4th isn't to late to talk about Halloween, is it? Whatever. The title of my blog is not an accident. Last week was rough y'all. No joke. But, my little trick or treaters were adorable and I have to share.
See? Adorable. Diva was obviously Belle. Her most favorite of all princesses. She started talking about being Belle last year on Halloween.  The Dudes aren't really old enough to have an opinion about what their costume was. I had a hard time finding a costume that I felt they could wear to Mother's Day Out and for Halloween. I chose doctor's. I found some tiny little scrubs and some tiny little lab coats. I then took the tiny little scrubs and tiny little lab coats and had McDreamy and McSteamy embroidered on them. Cheese ball I know. But, I did it. And it was cute.

We almost missed Halloween. I was so sad that my little people might miss out on trick or treating. We have had a long run of really good health. That was until last week. It started last Sunday when Carter had a fever and didn't feel good.
I ended up taking him to the doctor on Monday. Since our RSV experience I don't wait to go to the doctor for as long. Lesson learned. The verdict was a virus. Nothing we could do but ride it out. Tuesday the school calls and says that Diva has a fever and isn't feeling good. I go pick her up. She puts on PJ's in the middle of the day. For anyone that knows my precocious little girl, they know that she is dressed and ready for her day the second she wakes up in the morning. The fact that she was laying around in the floor in pajamas speaks volumes for how rotten she was feeling.
I drag her to the doctor. I was fairly confident she had strep throat. She had it last year. This was much the same. I just needed a doctor to confirm and give us some meds. The nurse looked in her throat and immediately says "Eww." The strep test confirmed that she had strep throat. We start antibiotics. Wednesday morning (Halloween day) arrives. Owen wakes up with a fever. FML. I know that he has the same virus that Carter has. I checked his throat and it was not puss-y (really, there is no good way to spell that word and it not look like something naughty). I start medicating him. As long as he has medicine he acts and feels just fine. When his fever comes up he is mildly subdued. Nothing like his brother. I was so sad that my 3 little ones weren't feeling good. This was the first year that the Dudes were going to trick or treat. That afternoon when everyone got up from nap I assessed the situation. Owen was the only one with a fever. Very low grade. Diva was pestering me saying "The doctor said I could go trick or treating!" and Carter. Well, Carter is Carter. He's just happy to be here. He had no fever and was acting like his old self. I made the decision that we would dress up and hit a few houses around our house. Let me tell you. Owen and Carter took to trick or treating like they had done it a 1000 times. Carter even figured out that after the people gave him candy if he hugged them they gave him more candy. The kid doesn't even like sweets. He just liked having a full bucket. He wouldn't let me empty his bucket to make it lighter.
So....there are probably those that don't agree with me letting Owen trick or treat. Maybe it's selfish. I just couldn't bear for him to miss out on it. Especially when his brother and sister were going to get to go. He's not old enough to understand why he couldn't go.
Since Halloween Owen has continued to have a fever. I bit the bullet and made my 3rd trip to the doctor on Friday. We saw our regular doctor on Friday (we saw his co-worker the other two times). I had him look at Diva while we were there because her throat was still puss-y looking. I didn't think it should. He ended up changing her antibiotics. The throat looks much better. Now she has a terrible cough, congestion and general crappy feeling. Owen had a virus. Same as Carter. I thought on Saturday that dang fever had finally broken. Everyone was happy and didn't appear to be sick. We went and did family pictures. Came home. Took a nap. Owen woke up with that pesky fever and feeling rotten. Again I say-FML. However, this morning he woke up fever free AND remained that way all day. Other than him knocking my Scentsy burner off on top of his head and cutting the crap out of his head, ear and foot, he is doing great. Heads and ears bleed so much! OMG.
I am hoping that this next week is much better. That everyone feels better. No fevers. No trips to the doctor. Just the normal everyday shenanigans. Diva is a wild card at the moment. She's already gotten up once with her cough. I'm hoping she can get some rest tonight. I am wanting some normalcy this next week.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

"Bye Bye Binky"


Wow!! I temporarily lost my mind Saturday night and cut all the "binkies." Yup. Cut the tips off of all of them. I had enough. I was tired of hunting for them. I was tired of fighting the Dudes for them. And mostly, I was tired of the temper tantrums when I wouldn't let Owen have one. Saturday night as I was trying to get him in the bathtub he threw an epic tantrum because he wanted a "binky." The rule has been for over a year they only get pacifiers at nap time or bedtime. Over the course of the last two weeks Owen had started going into his room and getting a pacifier and laying on his bed so he could have one. He had also been trying to sneak them out their room. One time he even hid it down his shirt when I tried to take it away. Carter isn't as attached to the pacifiers as Owen has always been. He likes to have one, but there are plenty of times he has gone to sleep without it in his mouth. When I came to my senses Saturday I started to feel bad. I have always felt a little guilty for letting the Dudes have pacifiers. Diva never used one. She just wasn't interested. I tried to give her one. Just never took. The Dudes left the hospital with pacifiers. Owen has remained attached to one for the past 25 months. Their Dentist has been telling me for months that I needed to take the pacifiers away. I knew that they were older and I should take them. I felt that when they could request one it was time to be done. Well, we had gone past requesting them. So Saturday...I sat in the living room feeling like a horrible Mommy as I listened to the little guys scream bloody murder for nearly an hour. Mr. Mayer was no help. He would probably let them keep pacifiers until college. He thought I was crazy too. After about an hour there was silence. Whew! One night down. I was prepared for a battle. I was sure that it was going to take days for the screaming to stop. The next day at nap time I told the Dudes "the binkies went bye bye." They both just stood there staring at me for a minute. Like they were really processing what I told them. They took a nap without protest. Same thing that night. I told them "the binkies went bye bye" and didn't get a whimper of protest. Repeat process on Monday. Monday morning Owen started walking around the house waving and saying "bye bye binkies." Today they had Mother's Day Out. I was NERVOUS about how this was going to go. I told Ms. Stacie that the pacifiers were gone and that I had told the boys that they went "bye bye." I left a couple of stuffed animals for them to hug at nap time and left. The rest of the day I festered. I was sure it was going to be tantrum city. When I went to pick them up Ms. Keri brought them out. I asked her how nap time went. She said that it went great. They didn't give any protest or ask for pacifiers. Wow!! Unbelievable. I was completely prepared for a battle royal with these guys over their pacifiers and they barely gave me a fight. I'm not complaining. I'm relieved. It was a much better outcome than I ever imagined. I don't know how I got so lucky. I didn't expect it. As I sit here typing this I am thinking that I may be jinxing myself. Tomorrow they will get up and insist on having their pacifiers. Ugh...for tonight I am going to celebrate my small victory and pat myself on the back a little.
Also on the docket for this week....we started taking naps in the big boy bedroom this week. Monday didn't go so great. Hoping tomorrow is a little better. It's a whole new routine for all of us. I'm hoping to start with naps and then bedtimes and then make the complete conversion. I have plans for the downstairs bedroom. Though I have a reservations. Are they to young to be upstairs? It's going to mess up Diva's routine. Is that fair to her? Am I rushing things? You can see where I am my own worst enemy. I can second guess the crap out of anything.

Monday, October 15, 2012

What We Have Here Folks

Another year has past. I shared last year about my brother in law Walter Joe. It's been 4 years now. The old saying "Time heals all wounds" is somewhat true. It doesn't hurt as bad. I still miss him. I still look for him. I still stop in my tracks when I see a man on a motorcycle with his pony tail whipping in the wind. It's the "could have beens" that hurt the most now. What could have been? What would have happened? What would things be like now? Olivia still asks questions and we still talk about him and look at pictures. The Dudes are getting older. The older they get the more I realize they are so much like him. They have his kind and fearless spirit. Carter has a mischievous twinkle in his eye and I can see his Uncle when he smiles at me with that ornery grin. When they are older we will talk about him and look at pictures with them. We all still miss him terribly. But, life goes on. We keep his memory alive and the world keeps turning. I'm still waiting to hear him say "What we have here folks...." one more time.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Every Once And A While...


Every once and a while the Dudes surprise me and do something so sweet I just have to stop for a minute. It happened this morning.  The Dudes were awake, but as is normal they were happy so I left them in their room for a little bit while I drank some coffee and ate some breakfast. I was almost done when I heard a horrible terrifying scream come from their room. I knew it was Owen. I looked on the camera and saw his arm was in the top drawer of the changing table. We keep their pacifiers in the top drawer. Nothing else is in the thing, just pacifiers. The Dudes like to put their "binkies" up and get them out a million times at bedtime and nap times. He has gotten his arm shut in the drawer before but this time it looked different. I ran into the room. He was on his tip toes at a weird angle. I free his arm from the drawer and he is hysterical. I look at the arm and move it around. I was picturing my trip to the ER. His arm seems fine. We rock a minute in the rocking chair. Carter gets in my lap with us and rocks. Then Carter realizes that he wants breakfast and takes off for the kitchen. Before Owen and I get in the kitchen Carter is sitting in his booster seat. I sit Owen in his and make their breakfast. Owen is still crying, but not as hysterically as before. I keep an eye on him to make sure his arm is as okay as I think it is. He's using it. That's good. Carter is looking at his crying brother and keeps asking "What's wrong?" I tell Carter that Owen hurt his arm. Carter gets a look of concern on his face and says "Hug." He starts repeating himself. As I stand there and watch these boys Carter climbs out of his booster seat. Walks over to Owen's chair and climbs up and gives his brother a big squeezy hug. Owen stops crying.  Carter gets down and climbs back into his own seat and asks for his breakfast. Things go back to normal like nothing ever happened. It was one of the sweetest moments I have witnessed between the boys. Most of the time I am convinced they are going to spend their entire lives beating each other. I have always hoped that they would be good friends and have a tight bond. But, most of the time I'm just not sure. Every once and a while they surprise me like this morning and do something so sweet that  stops me in my tracks. It gives me hope that maybe they will have the relationship that I want for them someday.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

I Went to Hobby Lobby

I always start to feel a little crafty when the seasons change. I also always seem to forget that I am not a crafty person. I'm much better at spending money. I really want to be a crafty person. I have mentioned before here and here that my crafts usually look like something that a Kindergartner did. Thanks to Pinterest I think that I can be crafty. Not only do I think I can be crafty they give me directions how to do things and shopping lists. My brain goes crazy. So, I did what I always do. I browsed Pinterest and pinned a million different things and then went to Hobby Lobby to make my pins become realities. Oy Vey! I had found a pumpkin decoration for my front porch that I thought I had to have. I bought my supplies and began creating.
I thought the process was pretty easy. Though my spray painting skills are probably on par with the 2 year olds. And, I initially severely misjudged how much spray paint I was going to need. I had to go back that night and buy more spray paint. I got my pumpkins and letters painted and let them dry. Today I assembled my masterpiece with the assistance of my trusty hot glue gun.
I think it turned out pretty good~if I do say so myself.
I didn't just stop with the pumpkins. I had a fall wreath I made YEARS (seriously, like 8 years) ago. It needed some sprucing up. When I was at Hobby Lobby I bought a few new things to add to the wreath to update it with.
Again. Not bad. Not bad at all. It was a very productive day. I spent all my time working on my crafts that I did not clean my house like I set out to do today. Yay. Gives me something to look forward to tomorrow. I may go get on Pinterest and find another craft to do :)

Little Artist?

So. Olivia has always LOVED art. Anything involved with coloring, painting, writing, drawing, etc. She loves it. She was a daycare kid and did art projects daily. The Dudes are not daycare kids (seriously~who can afford daycare for 3 kids?!) and I have had some feelings of guilt because they do not do art everyday. Truth is the mess stresses me out. They used to eat the crayons. It was just a disaster. I am trying to put my issues aside and let them make messes. My friend Megan is wonderful about letting her kids make messes and be creative. I'm a work in progress. So when Olivia asked earlier this week if she could paint instead of my normal automatic "No" or "Wait until your brother's are sleeping" I said Yes. I surprised Olivia. I surprised myself. The Dudes had been given some toddler paint daubers as a gift a while back. I was to nervous to let them try. So I covered the table, busted out the paints and some coloring books and let the kids go. The kids had the time of their lives. About 45 minutes into it Owen and Olivia lost interest and went outside to play. Carter sat at the table for nearly an hour and a half painting. I was shocked. The kid loves art. He loves coloring, painting, writing....he is getting exposed to more of this at Mother's Day Out and I'm so glad. I need to work on it at home. I'm trying people. I'm trying. Needless to say the kids had a great time. Olivia has asked several times since then if they can paint again. The only hitch to the afternoon? That toddler paint that the Dudes used? Not exactly as washable as the packaging led me to believe. Owen and Carter looked like weird living art exhibits for a day or two. Naturally Owen used blue and so he had faded blue on his face that resembled bruises. I'm sure people probably think I beat the snot out of that kid. Poor kid.
If you will notice the picture of a chair seat with a single blue dot. That is the only casualty to the painting party. One blue dot on a chair that I was able to clean up much easier than I was able to clean my kids.

Yummy and Healthy

I don't blog about food very often. I find that a little strange since I like to eat so much. I also really like to bake and cook. I like the idea of creating things. It's a niche that I've found that I like and I am pretty good at, usually. I really like finding new recipes and "experimenting" on my family and willing friends. Lately I've been looking for new recipes and ideas for breakfast. I am not much on making breakfast. I was raised on cereal. Olivia is perfectly happy with a yogurt in the morning. Mr. Mayer doesn't usually eat breakfast. The Dudes are getting older and eating more and more (I honestly don't know how I'm going to feed them in a few years). They wake up starving. They really like muffins and frozen waffles. That stuff is kind of expensive. My kids can kill a box of chocolate chip muffins in one morning. Why couldn't I just make my own muffins? It's bound to be cheaper. The day I came to this realization is the same day I found a Banana Chocolate Chip Muffin recipe on Meal Makeover Moms. WOW!! It sounded yummy and it was healthy!! They can't possibly taste as good as they sound. Well, let me tell you. They are wonderful. My entire family loves them. The Dudes ate 2 each this morning for breakfast. This is definitely a keeper and will be put into regular rotation. The best part? They were crazy easy to make. What could be better?!

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Geek On Life

Mr. Mayer writes a blog. Sometimes. He blogged tonight. It's pretty funny, as usual. I think the runner's out there will enjoy it.
www.geekonlife.com

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

WhAt ShE wOrE wEdNeSdAy

Happy Wednesday people!! Hope this finds you all well and I hope what you are about to see makes you smile as much as it did me. This girl child of mine is something else. She is definitely an individual. I hope that never changes. It's Wednesday and I remembered to take a picture!
T-shirt w/attached vest~ Target
Black tie sweater~ Target
White denim shorts~ Target (I'm starting to notice a theme)
Neon Yellow tights~ Aunt Betsy (I think she bought them at Target, but nonetheless she is to blame for those tights)
Pink Boots~ Um....Marshall's maybe? I don't remember

She has a personality to go with the outfit. Maybe she will be a fashion designer someday.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

WhAt ShE wOrE wEdNeSdAy

Are you guys ready for another installment? It is United Way week at Diva's school. They get to do silly things to raise money for United Way. Today is Wacky Socks and Hair day. Unless you are my child. Then, it's just another Wednesday for her. Needless to say. Today was not a stretch for her.
Shirt: Pretty sure that is an Old Navy shirt
Shorts: Cut off jeggings. They had a hole in the knee so I cut them for her to have some ratty shorts to wear around the house. Instead she wears them ALL. THE. TIME. It drives me crazy. She knows I hate them.
Hello Kitty shoes: Target
Socks: Mismatched from I have no idea.
I have a bonus picture today. If you follow me on Facebook or Twitter you may have seen my post asking you to visualize the outfit. Forgot the pic so just visualize this~ Blue jeggings, denim shorts, black sparkly top, red sparkly boots, and she made her own side pony.
It was beyond fabulous....I was able to get a picture of it after school. 
She thought she was hot stuff. I let her. 

Monday, September 24, 2012

An Incident With A Mouse




Yup. True story. That's how my afternoon went. I'm sure I have the Bubonic Plague or Rabies or something else horrific. I watch the Discovery Channel. The Today Show did a show last week saying that diseases from the past are on the uptick.
I don't like mice, rats, or any other small furry creature that is mouse looking. They creep me out. They are on my short list with snakes and roaches. I get a little panicky just thinking about them. You can imagine how calm cool and collected I was this afternoon. Mr. Mayer wasn't taking me seriously. Now, since then, I have sat in this house completely paranoid that there are mice inside somewhere. I feel my heart rate increasing as I type this.
In addition to the Mouse Incident there was ANOTHER EFFING POOPCAPADE!!!!! Grrrrr....I have expressed my disdain for poo and anything poo related. However, I keep getting stuck cleaning the stuff up. I was super distracted by the impeding mouse invasion. The Dudes had been pulling charcoal out of the grill for over a week. I keep putting it back in, scolding, and repeat. I covered the grill after I murdered a mouse and the Dudes moved on to the chiminea. They had been pulling lava rocks out of it. I was hunting mice. Carter was off playing with his rocks. Owen was "mowing" the grass. Then Carter walks over, holds out his hand and says "Ewww...." I glance. Dirt. Wait. Second glance. WTF?!?!?! It was not dirt. It was poo all over his hand. His feet. His legs. His arms. His MOUTH! I threw up a little. Where did poo come from? I scooped the backyard. I clean him up and send him on his way. Yeah. I'm super brilliant. A little bit later I look over at him sitting at his table (we are outside~thank goodness!) and he is on his knees. There is something on his foot. Poo. Ugh. Then I notice he is still playing with his rocks. Those are funny looking ro.......OH CRAP! Literally. It was crap. He was playing with crap. Then I look at Owen. Owen was still mowing. With rocks in his hand. They weren't rocks. He was holding poo as well. I mean seriously. I grab my antibacterial wipes and start scrubbing the boys. I might add at this point that the Dudes thought this whole process was hysterical! I scrub the Dudes, find the poo source. Scowl at the dogs. Not only did they not help at all with the mouse situation, but they keep pooing after I scoop. Sheesh. Worthless lap dogs :)
My neighbor's were outside this afternoon. I can only imagine what they were thinking today. I'm just giving them more evidence that I'm crazy.
Mr. Mayer finally made it home. An hour after I text him. I don't think he realizes what is going to happen if indeed a mouse does get into my house. He's poked around the backyard. Said he didn't find any evidence of mice other than the aforementioned deceased mouse. I think he was just humoring me.

Friday, September 14, 2012

#parentingfail


So, as I mentioned on Wednesday~Mr. Mayer is gone for 11 days. It's the longest either one of us have been gone. Ever. I was a little nervous. However, Wednesday was an unbelievably good day. All 3 kids were in good moods. Things went smoothly. I found a little bitty park near Diva's dance class that the Dudes and I could play at while she was in class. It all went well. Then yesterday happened. Those good moods? Replaced by 3 crying, screaming, falling in the floor blobs. I mean. What the heck?! Can we go back to Wednesday? The Dudes and I did manage to go and get donuts yesterday morning before they went to their school. They thought that was a very big deal. We don't do things like that very often.

On top of the terrible no good moods Diva had gymnastics and an open house at school. I tried to get out of the open house. She was having none of it. She was pumped to show me her classes and teachers. Ugh. Do I have to?! Then it started raining. We need the rain, but I don't much like it when I have to get out in it. So, when Diva said in between temper tantrums that she didn't really feel like going to gymnastics I jumped for joy. Yes. I let her skip gymnastics. And I was happy about it. She wasn't letting me out of the open house though. Dang. I text KiKi to see if she was working. She was. So, I text my neighbors H and M. M was available. Yay!!! Now Diva has one less thing to cry about. I ordered pizza, got everyone fed, started the Dudes bath and Diva and I were off. The rest of the day went well. This morning I got everyone up. Diva was dragging so I had to rush her a little. Finally I get everyone loaded in the van and off to school we go. We pull up in front of the school and there is no line. Diva and I even talk about how we beat the crowd this morning and that never happens. I was in awe. I drop her off and watch her run in the building. The Dudes and I go home and I unload them. As I am putting the last boy in the house the home phone starts ringing. Weird. No one ever calls. Especially at 7:40 in the morning. I don't make it in time to answer but see it was from Diva's school. Already?! I check my cell phone and I have a voice message. It was the school receptionist. She leaves a message saying it is late start Friday and that the school doesn't open until 8:05 and asked if I could come get Diva. Oh-Em-Gee!!! I was so focused on getting everyone where they need to be on time and getting myself ready for my trip that I completely forgot about late start Friday's. I suck. I call the school back and re-load the boys. We go get Diva. She hops in and says "It's late start Friday." I apologize all over myself. She says it's okay. She doesn't mind. We go find a spot and park for 20 minutes. Then I take her back to school. Now. I am hoping this mornings fiasco isn't setting the pace of the rest of my day. If so. I'm in big trouble.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

11 Days

I knew it was coming. I've known for a while that it was going to happen. I just chose not to think about it because every time I did think about it I would get anxious about it. Well. Today is the day. It happened. Mr. Mayer left. For 11 days. Yikes!!! A long weekend, no problem. But a week and a half? Yikes!!! It will be just me and kids. Just typing it makes me panic a little. And, if I'm being honest. I'm not sure why I'm so anxious about this. It will be the same stuff I do everyday. I mean. I'm a stay at home Mom. I'm with these people every day! I think what makes me anxious is the idea that I know he will not be here to back me up. Usually around 5pm things start to go down hill around here. I'm tired. The kids are tired. There is crying. There is screaming. There is all around mayhem. It's nice to have another adult around to talk to and to take a screaming kid. As I was dropping him off at the airport this morning he said "Please don't kill my kids. Just lock them in a room or something."
The thing that makes me groan the most? Mr. Mayer takes Diva to school every morning. The Dudes don't get up until after they have left. I'm going to have to get them up early and take Diva to school. He also picks Diva up from dance since it's an hour and it's hard to keep the Dudes entertained in the car while we wait for her. I take that sort of stuff for granted. It's a small thing that makes life a little easier.
So. I had my little wallow. 11 days. We can do this. A friend is watching the kids this weekend and I'm going to fly out to see Mr. Mayer (and our cousin and her new baby Gavin. I mean, he's the real reason I'm going. I'm dying to see him in person). That will give me a mini break. Then next week will be next week. It will fly by I'm sure. I have big plans not to make dinner. Watch all sorts of chick flicks and wallow on the couch after the kids are in bed. I'm sure wine will be involved at some point :)
Mr. Mayer is really excited about this trip. I'm glad. It will be good for him. The training, but being away from home for a little bit will be good as well. A little separation from time to time is good for the soul I think . See, he's been gone 2 hours and I already miss him and realize how much I take him being here for granted. So~ Mr. Mayer~ I know you will read this. Have a great trip. We will be fine. I won't kill them. 11 days? Humph.....easy.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Hello from Crazy Town

Ever have one of those weeks where you aren't sure if you are coming or going? Yeah. I have. I think I've hit my wall tonight. My eyelids are being held up by toothpicks at the moment. Life has been nonstop for over a week now. I'm hoping tomorrow can return to a little normal. Diva started back to dance this week, in addition to her weekly gymnastics. The Dudes are officially 2!! More on that later because I like to drag things out a while :/ I babysat my sweet little 7 month old niece on Wednesday and decided I had 0% desire to have another baby. But, I did remember how easy one baby can be. Wow! The Dudes have been r-o-t-t-e-n this week. OMG! Make the screaming stop!!! Someone. Help. Please! I'm begging. The screaming. The crying. The CLIMBING ON EVERY FREAKIN' THING THEY SEE.  Whether we are in public or not. Super embarrassing. I'm trying really hard not to go completely crazy mom on the Dudes, especially when we are out in public. This is getting harder by the day. I am not handling things calmly this week. I feel like I am slipping deeper and deeper into crazy town. We did the Tulsa Mother's of Multiples sale yesterday and today. I volunteered to be on the sale committee. So. I spent most of the week hanging and tagging my stuff and then spent the remainder of the week working at the sale. My Friday and Saturday were consumed with it. However, if I'm being honest, it's not that bad to be down there all day those 2 days. I get to hang out with some really great people who I have a lot in common with! The worst part is not seeing my kids for 2 days and stuff around the house kinda goes by the wayside. However, since I have apparently boycotted cleaning this past week that's no biggie. Who needs to clean their house? Phtt. That's lame. I posted this picture a while back, but thought it was appropriate for how I was feeling this week. How was everyone elses' week?

Friday, August 31, 2012

Meanie

My sweet little Owen has turned into a big ol' meanie. I know. Look at that sweet little face. He couldn't possibly be mean. I was in denial. But, over the past couple of weeks it's becoming a problem. At first I thought he was just having a bad day. It started with pushing and taking toys. This week a friend came over with her little girl who is 19 months. Little Addie would be playing with a toy and Owen would come up and take the toy then hit her with it. It wasn't a one time thing. He did it repeatedly. When he wasn't hitting her he was pushing her, pulling her hair or throwing things at her. Where is this coming from?
Today their little friends Alec and Aiden came over to play. Owen was up to his old tricks. He was hitting, pushing, pulling, taking toys, throwing toys. Not only to Alec and Aiden, but to his brother.
I'm distressed. I  know some of it is age. But, I don't want to just allow him to be mean. I have tried to do time outs. I'm not sure they work. Sometimes after he does something mean he puts himself in time out. I get down on his level and tell him we don't hit, kick, push, throw, etc. I try smacking a hand, removing the toy. As I type this I realize I should probably try to be consistent. Sheesh....I'm all over the place on this.
I'm not sure where this new aggressive Owen has come from. His brother has always kind of pushed him around. Mr. Mayer and I would laugh and say "One of these days Owen will get tired of it and stand up for himself." This is not what I had in mind. Typically he is not mean to his brother. He is mean to everyone else but Carter. Carter still bullies Owen to an extent. I'm at a loss. If anyone has any ideas, what worked for them, whatever I am open to it. I have heard of terrible 2's, but never really went through that with Olivia. Things got rough with her when she turned 3, but she was never aggressive and mean. Is this terrible 2's? I don't want to raise that kid that no one wants around. Or that terrorizes the neighborhood al la Dennis the Menace. Yikes!!
In other news, the Dudes are climbing all over everything. They are taking things off the walls people! They destroyed 3 pictures that were hanging on the wall in their room. I mean, seriously. I was doing dishes this morning and look up to see them on the entertainment center. I have an open floor plan. We were all within 10 feet of each other. I did what any good parent does and took a couple of pictures, then made them get down.


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

First Day

I don't know when it happened or how. If someone could tell me when this sweet little Angel Baby~


got big enough to go to Kindergarten?! I mean. I blinked and away she went. She was so excited.
We spent a week picking out what she would wear and that morning she put on her stand by OSU t-shirt and cut off leggings. She loves that look. I do not. Whatever. And the backpack. Can we just talk about how big that backpack looks. My baby girl should not be old enough for this stuff. I picked her up that afternoon and she was a bubbling ball of energy. Anything I asked her about school was "Awesome." Her teacher was awesome. Her friends were awesome. Her lunch was awesome. You get the idea. It's all awesome.
And, not to be left out, the Dudes had a first day this week as well. They started Mother's Day Out two days a week. They were so excited to wear their little backpacks they threw a fit when I had to take them off. We arrived at their classroom and they ran in and didn't even tell me bye. Their teachers said they had a great day and were "very sweet boys." Whew! I'm glad they didn't beat anyone up on their first day.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Come On!!

The Dudes are playing outside this morning. I am in and out getting some stuff done around here (folding laundry and doing dishes). I have the backdoor open. The Dudes are happily playing. I look out and see this.

I mean. Really?!

Monday, August 13, 2012

Big Boys


Ugh...remember a week or so ago I posted about my little escape artist? Then we immediately left for vacation and Carter immediately started climbing out of his pack & play. That was completely awesome (dripping with sarcasm). We came home on Saturday night. Sunday afternoon Mr. Mayer took the sides off of the Dudes cribs and turned them into toddler beds. My babies aren't babies anymore. That hurts a little.
I took most everything out of their rooms. Child locks were put on the changing table/dresser. I bought them new sheets since most of their old ones had holes and the elastic was shot. I got them little blankets for their beds and little pillows. I was not ready for this new stage.
Bedtime came. I had convinced myself that it was going to be hours and hours of torture and that they would never sleep.
Mr. Mayer and I put them in bed and tell them "night night." Then we turned out the light and walked out. Carter immediately started wailing a shrill paint peeling noise. It sounded like his limbs were being torn off. He was in pain. He was dying a slow painful death. You get the idea. This carried on for....30 minutes. Then....silence. Yup. 30 minutes. I was prepared for an all nighter and he gave me 30 minutes.  I held my breathe. Drank some wine and waited. Nothing. Never another peep. Mr. Mayer peeked in and saw Owen sleeping soundly on his pillow. Carter was turned sideways, wrapped up in a blanket and feet propped up on the wall. Sound asleep. They stayed asleep until this morning. It was a little weird to have 2 little boys greet me at the door when I opened it this morning to get them up.
First night went much better than I ever imagined. I was dreading nap time today. Not only have we gone to big boy beds, but I am putting them back on their sister's school schedule which means a new nap time. Great.
I laid them down in their beds. Walked out and shut the door (thank goodness they can't open their door yet!!). Then....nothing. There was about 30 minutes I didn't hear a peep from their room. Then I heard Owen start talking. He jabbered for over an hour. I'm not entirely sure he ever slept. But, there was no crying. WHAT IS GOING ON?!
Tonight I was sure would be a battle. The Dudes had been cranky all day. We played outside, did dinner, snow cones, baths and.....bed. Mr. Mayer and I laid them down. Told them "night night" and walked out of the room. They didn't make a peep. I peeked in on them about 15 minutes later to make sure they were okay. Both little Dudes were sound asleep in their beds. Awwww......
Now, I'm sure that by blogging this I am jinxing myself. But, tonight the house is peaceful and I have two little boys who are turning into Big Boys at warp speed. Before you know it they will be off to Kindergarten like their sister is next week...sniff sniff.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Home Sweet Home

We are home!! Vacations are great~until you have a 12 hour car ride home. We left Angel Fire at 7:30 this morning and pulled into our driveway at 8:45 tonight. We were all a little crabby and crazy by the time we got home. I have to give a shout out to my awesome kids (remind me that they are awesome when they are horrible blobs tomorrow).  They handled the trip like champs. Hardly any crying. There were even a few naps today. Very successful. So~I'm beat....I'll share more about our great vacay later. For now~goodnight.


We met my Grandpa, Uncle, Cousin and her little girl for lunch in Amarillo.  

He fought a good fight but ended up passing out mid sentence.

He didn't even try to fight it. He didn't even make it out of New Mexico before he was out.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

It Happened

Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit......
It happened. I mentioned a few weeks ago here that the Dudes were nano seconds away from climbing out of their cribs. Then tonight happened. Grrr....
It has been a crazy busy day. I am exhausted. Olivia had her last swim lesson tonight. Mr. Mayer comes home late on Thursdays. Last week KiKi came over and watched the Dudes while I took Olivia to swim. Tonight Nana Karen and Papa Brad came over and hung out with the Dudes while Olivia and I went to swim. When we got home Mr. Mayer was home. He, Nana Karen, Papa Brad and I were all sitting in the living room with Olivia. The Dudes were in bed. We could hear Carter crying and the boys jabbering with each other off and on. Then we hear the drawer to the changing table shut.
Wait.What?! Say again!
Yeah. The drawer to the changing table. Mmmmhmmmm. You read that right. I immediately knew what the sound was. I gave Mr. Mayer a look of terror just as it was registering with him what that sound was. His eyes were as big around as mine. I sent him in to investigate. I wasn't ready to see what I knew was in there. Mr. Mayer goes back and I hear "Carter! What are you doing." Then a sweet little "Hi."
SHIT.SHIT.SHIT.SHIT.SHIT.SHIT.
Carter had climbed out of his crib. He had taken things out of drawers and scattered around the room and was having a great time. Owen was standing in his crib watching everything take place. Mr. Mayer put Carter back in his bed and walked back into the living room with a big grin to tell me what happened.
Why was Mr. Mayer grinning?
You see. Mr. Mayer and I have been having a back and forth discussion for weeks now. He wants to put the Dudes in beds. I'm not ready.
We have plans for that room when the Dudes move upstairs. Mr. Mayer is anxious to get the ball rolling on things.
The reasons I'm not ready for them to be in beds are purely selfish reasons. I have said them before. I am 100% convinced that they will not stay in beds. Even more. I am 100% convinced that my days of getting sleep are over. Currently I can leave the Dudes in their room until I am ready to get them up in the morning or after naps. They go to a bed and I am afraid that that luxury is over with.
I. Am. Not. Ready. For. This.
I'm not sure I have a lot of choices though. Next thing you know I'll have to potty train the boogers. Yesterday Carter pooped in his diaper and brought me some wipes. I wasn't sure at first why he was bringing me wipes. I soon smelled the reason. At least he was wearing a diaper. We all know his track record.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Can I Sell Them?

Items as is....

One precocious girl child, 2007 model
Adept at drama, back talking, screaming, stomping, slamming doors, crying at will, lying and a little heavy on mileage in the not listening department.
She is somewhat of a hoarder and can destroy a room in seconds.
Very skilled at hugs, kisses and playing with her brothers. Oh! And she can crack an egg.

As an added bonus with the purchase of girl child you can have:
Two boy children, 2010 models.
Adept at mimicking anyone and everyone, crying, kicking, screaming and tackling. Oh. And climbing. Oh my gosh the climbing. On everything. Nothing is safe and anything can be used as a step stool.
Still in diapers and both eat more than the 5 year old girl child.
Very skilled at hugs, kisses, running and jumping.
Both are learning some words and will repeat whatever is said to them.
They both require snuggles, naps and laps to sit in as part of their daily maintenance.


*No silly's I'm not really going to sell my children. I may go hide in my bedroom and curl up into the fetal position.*

As you can tell, it's been a heck of a day already. I am more than ready for nap time! Olivia is really testing her limits lately. I'm not sure I'm handling it as calmly as I should be. Honestly, other than locking her in her room for the rest of her life I'm at a total loss as to what to do. Carter woke up in a terrible no good foul mood today and has proceeded to remain that way. Owen is currently crawling around on the floor quacking at the dogs. I think he's confused. The dogs are really confused. Thank goodness he's been in a decent mood today at least.

The pictures were taken last night at dinner. Olivia was making silly faces. Then the Dudes started copying her. It was entertaining.

Well, someone is crying again. It's almost nap time. I'm going to regroup. Breathe. Remind myself that this is temporary and a few short years from now they won't be little and all this will be a blurry memory.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

WhAt ShE wOrE wEdNeSdAy

It's been a while since I did a WSWW! The Diva is getting a little better about matching her outfits these days. She still has her own unique flair to clothing. She picked out a pair of red sparkly "Jessie" boots when we were in Las Vegas. They are from Jessie on Toy Story. The boots go with everything. You might think I'm exaggerating, but no. She tried to wear them with her swim suit last night. Um. No. That didn't happen. Anyway....here is another installment of WSWW~enjoy.
OSU t-shirt: Gift from Aunt Betsy
Gray Jeggings: Gap Kids
Red Boots: Disney Store
Necklace: Hand me down from BreAnne
Sunglasses: My old ones from Target
Attitude: Outer Space

Getting My Groove Back

Is really hard. It has been a bigger challenge than I expected. Making excuses has been much easier. However, I reached a point in my life where I am tired of excuses and I don't really like what I see in the mirror.
There's this thing I've seen on the Internet a lot. It says "I wish I was as thin as I was when I thought I was fat." That. Is. So. True.
I have a love/hate relationship with my weight. I think most females do. I am not a small person. I never have been. Even when I weighed nothing I was not a small person. I have no ambition to be a waif. I want to be healthy. I want to be strong. I want to be a good example for my children. Growing up my family called me lovely names like "Bertha Big Butt" and "Thunder Thighs." Over the years the blatant nicknames went away and the more subtle comments about my weight took over. Either way they still hurt. I am making a conscious effort to not say negative things about my body in front of Olivia. If and when I hear her (or someone else) say negative things about herself I correct her/them and put a positive spin to whatever has been said.
Prior to getting pregnant with Olivia I was in good shape. There was always those 10 pounds I wanted to lose, but overall I was happy with myself. I was a gym rat. Every morning before work I was at the gym sweating out. It felt fantastic. During my pregnancy with her I gained 80 pounds (I only lost 40 of that) and swelled more than I thought was humanly possible. There were complications with her delivery. I got depressed. Then I had some more health problems afterwards. Then, as I think is pretty common I put myself on the back burner. I didn't feel like I had time to go to the gym. I didn't think it was important to watch what I ate. I didn't gain weight, but I didn't lose. Then twin pregnancy happened. I was healthier with that pregnancy. I only gained 40 pounds. I lost those 40 pounds immediately. But, again I put myself on the back burner. The first few months I was overwhelmed and anything other than survival was not considered. Then the haze lifted and I felt guilty for wanting to take time for myself. Slowly I am learning that I am a better person when I do take some time for myself. Mr. Mayer and I joined a gym last year. I was going consistently for a long time. Then I hurt my foot. The doctor said no exercise. I had to take it easy on my foot. It took my foot a lot longer to heal than I expected. I was frustrated. Now my foot is better. I tried going to the gym mid morning or evenings. However, as anyone with kids knows that is H-A-R-D! Kids have doctor's appointments, play dates, groceries have to be bought, I have court, kids get sick, etc. etc. So inconsistent at best was  my mantra. I averaged maybe once a week. I was not satisfied with that. I felt like I was just spinning my wheels. A few weeks ago. My "sister" Allison took a picture. I was horrified when I saw myself.

I made a resolution. I was going to get up in the mornings and go to the gym at least 3 times a week. I would like to do more, but baby steps. Last week I made 4 days in a row! This week I haven't done as great, but I have still gone a few times.
If I could get my diet and eating under control I would be doing great. I am an emotional person. I eat my emotions. You can understand how that would be a bad thing. I get stressed I eat. I get upset about something I eat. I want to celebrate I eat. There is a big source of my problem. I am getting the exercise aspect of things down, but eating is still a demon.
I'm going to keep working on it. I am feeling better than I have in a very long time. I am feeling more like myself than I have in a long time. I still don't like what I see in the mirror, but I am making progress with that.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Fun Times

This is how the Mayer's have fun on a Tuesday night....don't be jealous. 




Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Pretty Close To Being Screwed....


See those sweet innocent faces? Cute huh? Yeah, those sweet little boy's are going to be big trouble pretty soon.
The Dudes will be 2 on Sept. 2. They are growing up by leaps and bounds. They are saying little sentences and understanding everything. They like to help me around the house and doing dishes and vacuuming have become very exciting events around here. I like all these new changes and these big boys that have suddenly occupied my house. I can see a light at the end of the tunnel that was pretty dark for a while. I was sure I was going to have helpless little babies forever.
It took the Dudes a VERY LONG time to sleep all night. Mr. Mayer and I were delirious for a VERY LONG time before we started getting more than 2 or 3 hours at a time. Then miraculously overnight they stopped waking up at 11, 2 and 4am to party. We started sleeping and the whole world started looking a little better. Even now though they may sleep all night, going to sleep is a different issue. It's always the same at naps and bedtimes. We put the Dudes in their cribs and shut the door. The Dudes then start squealing and playing for 30minutes to 2 hours. Every. single. time. It's a pretty rare occurrence they go straight to sleep. They have to be extremely worn out. It doesn't happen often. So this has become our normal nightly routine. We put them to bed. They play for a while and then go to sleep. They are happy and not crying so I let them.
Here's where the me getting screwed part comes in. This is not a dirty blog post! Get your minds out of the gutter people! We have the cribs lowered as low as they can go. This worked for a while. Neither Dude had an interest in escaping. This last month Shrek has been hiking his chubby little leg on to the top rail of his crib. Donkey has watched this and started doing the same. Monkey see. Monkey do. Then the last week or two Shrek has been hiking his chubby edible little leg on the top rail AND lifting his little body with his arms. YIKES! No. No. No. Stop! Then this morning happened. I cringe thinking about it. I get the Dudes breakfast ready and set it out. I walk back to their bedroom to get them up like always. I can hear them squealing and chit chatting amongst themselves. I swing the door open and that's when I see it. Shrek is straddling the top rail of his crib. Just hanging out talking with his brother. He smiles at me proudly when I walk in. He thinks he's hot stuff. Donkey starts pointing at him and jabbering. Yeah. I know. He's so cool to be sitting on the top rail. Whatever. You will be doing it next week. *Sigh* I am not ready for the Dudes to be uncaged. The thought of them going to real beds terrifies me. Diva went to a real bed 1 month after she turned 2 by complete accident. She took a nap in a bed at my parent's house. That was all she wrote. Diva had always been an excellent sleeper and always slept late in the mornings....until she went to a bed. Then she started getting up at 5 and 5:30 in the morning. We have slowly stretched that out to 6:30. Except this week while she is at Aunt Kathy's house who says she hasn't gotten up before 8:30 every morning. What the heck?! I'm sure she must be drugging her or something. Oh, sorry. I'm getting off track. So, needless to say I am terrified of the Dudes going to beds. It takes them so long to go to sleep and they play so long in their room after lights out that I am 100% convinced that we will never sleep again. I know this is selfish thinking, but I do much better with a little sleep. I am convinced that they will not stay in their beds and that they will be up and down for hours. Unfortunately I do not know what to do about this revolting development. I think I may have to put them in beds against my will for their own safety. I certainly don't want broken bones or the guilt I would feel about that. Ugh. My original plan was to keep them in cribs until high school and to never potty train. Donkey is probably going to make me potty train him in the near future. He's starting to grab his diaper and try to take it off when he's wet or poopy. These kids are not sticking with my plan. I'm screwed.