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  • Thursday, April 30, 2009

    The Sky Is Falling...

    I'm so sick of hearing about the swine flu. It's the FLU, people. It just happens to be one strain you can catch from pigs. Diseases that humans and animals can share are called zoonoses. It happens all the time.

    The only reason we keep hearing about it is because the inferior health care systems in poor countries like Mexico cannot save the people who contract the swine flu. Why? Duh, because they are lacking. My God, they can't even give their citizens safe water to drink. What makes them think they can save their lives from something as simple as the FLU?

    People in the U.S. who have come back from Mexico with the swine flu are not dying from it because they are getting proper treatment for it here. A hundred years ago, the leading cause of death was influenza. This is not the case anymore, at least not in the U.S.

    I can't believe people are freaking out over the FLU! WTF?! I also wonder if spring break vacationers brought it back here with them. Fuckers.

    Wednesday, April 29, 2009

    School Days...

    Jack and Livie have officially been pre-registered at a Catholic preschool down the street from us, even though they aren't baptized. I did it last night. This school is going to close and they can't open the new one they want to unless they get more children enrolled.

    So, I went to the Board meeting and pre-registered my kids. If this new school doesn't get a certain number, they can't open. I just wanted to do my part and help out the community. This school has been around for 80 years. It seems a shame to let it go. The plan is to reopen it as a new school with a new teaching philosophy.

    While I absolutely HATE the idea of sending my kids to a Catholic school to get brainwashed, I happen to LIKE the idea that it's within walking distance from our house. And the tuition is reasonable compared to other private preschools in the area. They will be using a Montessori-like philosophy, which I LOVE. And rather than push them into a free public education as a first school experience, I think putting them in this particular school will give them a positive school experience they can look back on fondly later.

    I work for the public school system here; I KNOW how quickly a kid can fall through the cracks; the teacher can't give them the attention they need because he/she is tending to the 29 others in the room too. The public schools here are overcrowded and half the kids in them don't speak English. Do I want my kids to fall behind before they even begin? No way.

    It is my hope to teach them about many different religions and let them choose what they want to follow later. Perhaps this is one way to give them a Catholic background. I don't know. Hubby and I were both raised Catholic and received our sacraments, yadda yadda yadda. We chose to become agnostic later.

    I'm hoping the school gets the enrollment it needs to open. As it stands right now, Jack and Livie are the only two registered for Pre-K. Imagine the one-on-one attention they get there, even if they combine their grade with the Kindergarten. I want their first school experience to be a positive one. Fingers crossed. If they don't get the numbers they need, I will be forced to put my kids in the public school system, which will be hard for me to do. Imagine trying to get the kids ready for school, still recovering from a C-section, putting twins in carseats, getting Jack and Liv in the car, and driving them to school only to do it again in a few hours. That's going to be hell on me. If this Catholic school stays open, we can all walk there and back. And so can our Nanny once I go back to work.

    I still can't believe I walked into that place and I didn't spontaneously combust. Holy water burns my skin, you know.

    Tuesday, April 28, 2009

    My Bro...

    Happy birthday to my Brother! Go on and get pissed that your picture is on the Internet. Heh.

    Happy birthday to the man my children can't wait to see every Saturday!

    Happy birthday to the man my son adores because he knows exactly what Jack needs at any given moment!

    Happy birthday to the man who teaches my kids how to use tools properly and respectfully.
    Happy birthday to my Brother, who showed up at my house on a whim last week, under the guise of "putting up a banister." He showed up at my house the day I had my last ultrasound just in case something had gone wrong and I'd need him. No one told him to do that. That's just the kind of brother he is. When he loves, he loves with every fiber of his being. And I couldn't ask for a better brother.
    I love you, Brother! I love you for everything you are to this family. Happy Birthday!

    Monday, April 27, 2009

    My Attempt At Gardening...

    Chives
    Sweet Basil
    Cinnamon Basil
    Heirloom tomatoes
    Roma tomatoes
    Big Boy tomatoes
    Zucchini
    Bush Beans
    Cilantro
    Yesterday, I planted all of these things in my yard. I created an urban garden of seventeen pots/planters, using 200lbs. of dirt. I had the kids out there with me, who helped for a total of fifteen minutes. Then, they decided that playing in mud was much more fun. Oh, boy, did they get messy! After we all finished doing our thing, I stripped them naked outside, hosed them off with ice cold water very quickly, and we all took a warm shower as soon as we came in. They had a ton of fun, but I wound up completely exhausted. And their clothes were trashed.
    I'm glad I did it all, though. It needed to get done. And if I get a half dozen good "crops" from all of this, I'll be happy. Next week, I need to put in special wildflower seeds (they attract butterflies) in the lava planters around the house and in the defunct two-tier fountain in my yard. All of that may take another 200lbs. of dirt.
    Hubby didn't believe me when I told him I needed 400lbs. of dirt. I've already gone through half that amount because he didn't want to buy the amount I asked him to buy. I knew I'd estimated correctly, but Mr. Frugal wanted to skimp on it and prove me wrong. Over the last seventeen years, hasn't he learned that I am never wrong?
    Duh.

    Sunday, April 26, 2009

    Smrt...

    Yesterday, after the kids and I had a fun-filled day at my Mom's, I came home and found out that my diploma had come in the mail. Oddly enough, our mail carrier had come EXTRA early, before my husband left for work at 11am. Hubby was able to take the mail in the house before the deluge of downpours that continued off and on throughout the day. My diploma made it into my hands, dry, four months after finishing my degree. Amen!

    Eatmisery, Master of Education with a Concentration in Curriculum and Instruction.
    Eatmisery, M. Ed.
    Eatmisery + a professional advanced degree.
    It all sounds so good.

    I went through a lot to get that piece of paper. I started the program when Liv was only a little over one year old and Jack was a little over two. I did homework and took exams only after they went to bed; they never had to suffer because I had schoolwork to do. It wasn't easy, but I did it and I balanced it all very well. I endured the hardships of miscarriage while pursuing this degree and even took a midterm while my baby was leaking out of me, literally. And I still finished my plan. I could've stopped anytime I wanted. I could've passed up on this opportunity altogether, but I didn't. Earning this degree is a testament to my character and shows that I can never give up on anything because it's not in my nature. Perseverance always pays off. It's who I am.

    It is with great pride that I dedicate this degree to the incredible people in my lives who supported me in this effort. They know exactly who they are. And I also hope that one day Jack and Liv see that I did this for them, not for me. One day I want them to look back and say, "My Mom has a Masters degree in Education." And I want it to make them proud of me because every single day I look into their eyes, I am so happy to be their Mom.

    Yes, kids, your Mom is smrt. Heh.

    Hey, did you just hear that? Yeah, that's me tooting my own horn. I fucking earned it.

    Saturday, April 25, 2009

    Ahm Tard...

    Bulleted, for my pleasure:

    *I'm so tired...more tired than I've ever been my whole life. Having Jack and Liv 14 months apart didn't make me nearly this tired. And I thought that was rough. Twins is a completely different ball game...even just the pregnancy is kicking my ass.

    *It doesn't matter what time I go to sleep. My rest is never restful. Something inevitably wakes me up, be it Jack or my own bladder, and I can never fall back to sleep. It's killing me. It's been a rough week, sleep-wise.

    *I miss certain things I can't have. I miss sushi, beer, and Benadryl. These three things would make me a rather happy camper right now, but I must say no. By the time these babies are born, I won't even want these things anymore. And allergy season will be over anyway.

    *The list of things I need to do before these babies are born keeps getting longer and longer. And I keep getting nothing on the list done. I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed. The ten deep breaths a day and the one day at a time thing just aren't doing it for me.

    *I'm tired. Take a nap, you say. Surrrrrre. There are only two things preventing me from taking a nap: a four year old son and a three year old daughter. You try stealing some zzzzzzz's while they discover the joys of what matches can do.

    *Did I mention how tired I am? This is the main thing I feel with this pregnancy. Oh, that and extremely sore breasts. I can't even raise my arms in the morning. They're like two round bricks sitting on my chest, daring me to make any small move. Ugh.

    *Twins. I still can't believe it. I've been told that my grandmother's Aunt Kasey was a twin. Well, who the hell is that? I don't know her and can't figure out if her relationship to me is through blood or marriage only. So, as far as I'm concerned, twins don't run in the family. Although, it doesn't quite explain why my first cousin had twins last year. Maybe they really do run in the family and we just don't know how/who/when. I've learned that twins are only passed on through the mother; it makes no difference if your husband is a twin himself- it doesn't increase your chances of having twins. If, however, YOU are a twin, your odds are greater. It's funny; men are responsible for the sex of the babies, but women are responsible for how many. Interesting.

    *I'm learning a lot about caring for twins, carrying twins, nursing twins, the developmental stages of twins, the pregnancy complications of twins, the everything about twins. I thought I knew a lot about being pregnant already. Having twins brings a whole new plethora of information I find fascinating, scary, and necessary for my own mental, emotional, and physical survival.

    *I am bone-deep tired. Have I told you that already?

    Friday, April 24, 2009

    That Pretty Much Sums It Up...

    All of you know exactly what I'll be doing on my summer vacation...getting BIGGER!

    Thursday, April 23, 2009

    Ultrasound Pictures...

    Both babies, chillin' in the womb...
    Baby A is the one who comes out first; likes to curl up, sucks thumb, and is laid-back...

    Baby B likes to bounce all over the place; stretches out to get cozy; and will surely give me heartburn soon.

    And there they are! Now, all I need to do is get some belly pics posted. It's time.

    Wednesday, April 22, 2009

    Baby A & Baby B...

    I went for my sequential screening yesterday and I got to see my babies! Baby A (closest to the cervix/one who comes out first) is measuring at 13w2d! Baby B is measuring at 13w1d! Um, I'm pretty sure my dates are not wrong, so it confuses me that these babies are bigger than they should be...by a whole week!

    Baby A is the calm one who likes to just chill out; enjoys curling up; likes to suck his/her thumb; gets a lot of hiccups; possibly the "quiet" one, if there is such a thing; heartbeat was 163bpm. Baby B, however, is bouncing all over the place; prefers stretching out his/her body as much as he/she can; will surely cause me heartburn in the near future; very active in utero; heartbeat was 167bpm.

    I saw them both. They are thriving and look so much bigger than the last time I had an ultrasound at just under 8 weeks. I was happy to see both of them doing well in there and how different they already seem to be. I'd post pictures, but it's too much of a hassle right now.

    Now, I just have to find out the results of this screening (what my odds are of birth defects) next Thursday. Hopefully, that visit will go well, too. After my miscarriage last year, I dread ultrasounds. There isn't anything more humbling, more earth-shattering, more empty than seeing an ultrasound screen with your baby on it who isn't moving at all. These last two ultrasounds I've had have given me hope and renewed my sense of what my body can do, the miracle it can achieve. And if the ultrasound dates are correct, then we're looking at a due date that is October 25th. That means September 25th, for all of you who don't know that we're getting these babies out of there at 36 weeks to minimize complications; with my history of deliveries, we can't take a chance this time.

    Twins. I still can't believe it. I don't know if they're fraternal or identical, yet. I just know they're healthy right now and that's all that matters.

    Tuesday, April 21, 2009

    Never Fuck With A Pregnant Woman Who Has A Full Bladder...

    Today, I'm going for my AFP bloodwork and the nuchal translucency ultrasounds. The ultrasounds are where they check the fluid level in the neck folds of the babies. A certain amount of fluid can indicate abnormalities, such as Down syndrome. While this type of prenatal screening isn't foolproof, it really is just a screening and can't be used as a diagnostic tool. Amniocentesis is the only thing that can tell me anything, but it's way too invasive for me to even consider. I'll find out the results of the screening next Thursday at my regular appointment, hopefully.

    Since I'm having twins, I need TWO ultrasounds, so I'm going to be at the hospital for quite a while, with a full bladder. That means I'm going to be very, very crabby. I swear, they better not fuck with me there. Or I just might pee all over that table.

    Speaking of pee, I need to go. What else is new?

    Monday, April 20, 2009

    Am I?...

    If I'm 12 weeks and 1 day pregnant, does this mean I'm officially in my second trimester? I'd really like to know. In the past 12 weeks, I have had some serious scares, but I have also discovered that I'm carrying twins, seen their hearts beating on ultrasound and have even heard one of the heartbeats on a Doppler at my last doctor visit. Given that info, my risk of miscarriage is down to 3%. I do, however, continue to worry.

    And that is the curse of a woman who's miscarried before. You always worry with the next pregnancy.

    Since my doctor is hoping I make it to 36 weeks and the plan is to get these babies out of there at that time so I don't suffer another placental abruption (like I did with Liv), wouldn't you think this is officially my second trimester? I would so like to know.

    And then maybe I can relax a little and stop worrying if I'll see blood every time I go to the bathroom. That worry...yeah, it never really goes away.

    Sunday, April 19, 2009

    I Need To Frame This...

    I like this. A lot.

    Saturday, April 18, 2009

    Country Preacher...

    There was a country preacher who had a teenage son, and it was getting
    time the boy should give some thought along the line of choosing a
    profession. Like many young men, then and now, the boy didn't really
    know what he wanted to do - and he didn't seem overly concerned about
    it.

    One day while the boy was away at school, his father decided to try an
    experiment. He went into the boy's room and placed on his study table
    these three objects: a Bible, a silver dollar, and a bottle of whiskey.

    "Now, then," the preacher said to himself, "I'll just hide behind the
    door here and when my son comes home from school this afternoon, I'll
    see which of these three objects he picks up.

    If he picks up the Bible, he's going to be a preacher like me, and what
    a blessing that would be!

    If he picks up the dollar, he's going to be a businessman, and that
    would be o.k. too.

    But if he picks up the bottle, he's going to be a drunkard - a no-good
    drunkard and Lord, what a shame that would be."

    The preacher anxiously awaited the arrival of his son, and soon he
    heard his footsteps as he came in the house whistling, and headed back
    to his room.

    He deposited his books on the bed as a matter of routine and as he
    turned around to leave the room he spotted the objects on the table.
    With a curious set in his eye, he walked over to inspect them.

    He picked up the silver dollar and dropped it into his pocket.

    He then picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm.

    Finally, he uncorked the bottle and took a big drink.

    "Lord have mercy," the old man whispered, "He's gonna be a politician!"

    Friday, April 17, 2009

    Preschoolers Don't Make Any Sense...

    The other night, I made popcorn shrimp, mixed veggies, and mac-n-cheese for dinner. My son, of course, ate nothing but Goldfish crackers (what else is new?). My daughter, however, discovered just how much she loves mac-n-cheese, as long as I don't call it that. Instead, I have to refer to it as "Cheesy Pasta," and she'll devour plates of it.

    This is the first time she has ever loved mac-n-cheese; all the other times it was offered, she'd turn her nose up at it. This time, I called it something different and she ate it all up. WTF? Same dish, different name. I don't get it.

    Neither kid ate the popcorn shrimp, which they usually like. And, of course, veggies are off limits in Preschooler Land. Duh. And Jack was screaming at me, "I don't like veggies; I LIKE VEGGIES!" What the hell is that supposed to mean?

    I don't understand their logic sometimes. Wait...what am I saying? I don't understand their logic MOST times. Yeesh.

    Thursday, April 16, 2009

    Boobs That Cry...

    This was too cute for me to pass up. I had to post it. Sorry!

    Wednesday, April 15, 2009

    That Had To Hurt...

    Yesterday, I went to use the bathroom at work (the men's room, like always) and was greeted with a gift. Someone had left a HUGE poop the size of a King Burrito (think small newborn-sized or the size of a large forearm) with no evidence of toilet paper proving that they wiped at all.

    Mortified? Oh, yeah. The fact that this thing was about the size of Liv when she was born just freaked me out and it had to have hurt the one who left it. Did I dare flush it? Hell, no! I wanted others to be just as horrified as I was.

    Seriously, someone I work with needs to change their diet because shits like that just aren't normal. WTF?!

    Tuesday, April 14, 2009

    The Remarkable Human Body...

    It takes your food seven seconds to get from your mouth to your stomach.

    One human hair can support 3 kg (6.6 lb).

    The average man's penis is three times the length of his thumb.

    Human thighbones are stronger than concrete.

    A woman's heart beats faster than a man's.

    There are about one trillion bacteria on each of your feet.

    Women blink twice as often as men.

    The average person's skin weighs twice as much as the brain.

    Your body uses 300 muscles to balance itself when you are standing still.

    If saliva cannot dissolve something, you cannot taste it.

    Women reading this will be finished now.

    Men are still busy checking their thumbs.

    Monday, April 13, 2009

    Back To Reality...


    Today, I'm back at work for the first time since April 3rd. My spring break was spent at home, taking care of Jack and Liv, cleaning/organizing, and potty training. Jack has had some tremendous success in the potty training area. He will now pee in my brother's toilet and our upstairs toilet, which is a big deal because Jack doesn't like to pee in ANY toilet other than mine (which happens to be dark blue; how many people do YOU know that have a dark blue toilet?). Jack will go pee in the potty (not poop yet), but he has to be reminded or he forgets and goes in his pull-up. As long as he keeps getting reminded, he'll do it. And he's developed a cool little routine. "Lift the lids, pull down your pants, pee, pull up your pants, close the lids, flush, use magic soap (hand sanitizer)." Voila!

    Livie, on the other hand, will only go pee on the potty first thing in the morning. She is able to stay dry all night, unlike her brother. However, she refuses to go at any other time. Right now, I'll take it. If that's how she wants to ease back into it, that's fine with me. I just don't understand how she could go backwards with this. She was toileting just fine several months ago, even pooping on the potty, and then she decided to stop. It's been an uphill battle since. If she wants to do it only in the morning, then that's more than she's been doing for me in the last few months and I'll be happy with that...for now. I'll just have to keep encouraging her, bribing her, and making deals with her to get her to go more often.

    And that is how I spent my spring break. It was a lot of hard work, but it was very productive. Going back to my "paying" job will be like being on vacation compared to what I was doing when I was "off." Yeesh.

    Sunday, April 12, 2009

    Happy Easter!...

    I know I posted this photo last year, but I never get tired of looking at it and having a good chuckle. Happy Easter, everyone!

    Saturday, April 11, 2009

    Run, Mama, Run!...

    That reminds me...I need to go to the bathroom...AGAIN!

    Friday, April 10, 2009

    Gravy...

    I had a routine OB appointment yesterday. My doc informed me that he was going to try to find a heartbeat, but that it was very early and I shouldn't be discouraged if he couldn't find one. He said it was unlikely that I'd be able to hear both babies' heartbeats because I was only 10w4d along. This was the earliest possible time I could hear a heartbeat with the handheld Doppler he uses.

    I remember those same words echoing in my head from last year, which spun me into the whirlwind of miscarriage, unbeknownst to me at the time. At today's visit, I tried hard to not even think about hearing any heartbeats because I didn't want to be disappointed if I didn't. I also didn't want to work myself up into a worried mess if I was counting on hearing one of the babies and it didn't pan out. All I could keep thinking about was how much I remembered from last year prior to my miscarriage and everything that followed it. It all started out by him not being able to find a heartbeat at 11 weeks. And then my world changed dramatically.

    Lo and behold, he found a heartbeat pretty quickly. It was 162bpm, which was a strong thundering gallop of music to my ears. They say once you hear a heartbeat, the odds of miscarriage decrease significantly. I only heard one heartbeat, but it was better than hearing none at all. My doc says the babies are still pretty little, but he was happy about hearing one of them. Of course, I cried because this experience was so different from the one I had last year. And one of the babies could've been tucked behind the other one today, so I'm not really all that worried and my doc didn't seem worried, either.

    I'm scheduled for an ultrasound on the 21st to check the twins' nuchal translucency, followed by a blood test; both are part of a screening process to check for possible abnormalities. I see my doc again on the 30th to go over the findings of the screening.

    Hearing one of the heartbeats today was like gravy. I went in as mashed potatoes and came out with added flavor. Yesterday was a good day; we take them one at a time around here.

    Thursday, April 09, 2009

    Polish Kids vs. American Kids...

    No, I am not being a racist for posting this. Part of my ancestral background is Polish and I'm posting this because it is so true. It talks about the differences between Polish kids and American kids and how differently they are raised (in a good way). Being Polish is a very cool thing to be, actually.

    American Kids: Move out when they're 18, with the full support of their
    parents.


    Polish Kids: Move out when they're 28, having saved enough money
    for a house (unless there's room in the basement for the newlyweds), and
    are two weeks away from getting married.

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    American Kids: When their Mom visits them, she brings a Bundt cake,
    and you sip coffee and chat.

    Polish Kids: When their Mom visits them, she brings 3 days worth of
    food, begins to tidy up, dusts, does the laundry, and rearranges the
    furniture.

    ===================================================

    American Kids: Their dads always call before they come over to visit
    them, and usually only on special occasions.

    Polish Kids: Are not at all fazed when their dads show up unannounced
    on a Saturday morning at 8:00, and start painting the window frames or
    mowing the lawn.

    ===================================================

    American Kids: Always pay retail and look in the Yellow Pages when
    they need to have something done.

    Polish Kids: Call their dad or uncle, and ask for another dad's or uncle's
    telephone number to get it done...and its a cash deal.

    ===================================================

    American Kids: Will come over for cake and coffee, and get only cake and
    coffee, and no more.

    Polish Kids: Will come over and get soup, salad, bread, cabbage rolls,
    pierogi, kielbasa, roast chicken or roast pork, boiled potatoes with dill,
    creamed peas & carrots, paczki and homemade cheesecake, and a few
    before, during, and after dinner drinks.

    ===================================================

    American Kids: Will greet you with "Hello" or "Hi."

    Polish Kids: Will give you a big hug, a kiss on your cheek, and a pat on
    your back.

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    American Kids: Call you parents "Mr." and "Mrs."

    Polish Kids: Call your parents "Mom" and "Dad."

    ===================================================

    American Kids: Have never seen you cry.

    Polish Kids: Cry with you.

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    American Kids: Borrow your stuff for a few days, and then return it.

    Polish Kids: Keep the stuff so long, they forget its yours.

    ===================================================

    American Kids: Will eat at your dinner table and leave.

    Polish Kids: Will spend hours there, talking, laughing, and just being
    together.

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    American Kids: Know few things about you.

    Polish Kids: Could write a book with direct quotes from you.

    ===================================================

    American Kids: Eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on soft and
    mushy white bread.

    Polish Kids: Eat kielbasa sandwiches with mustard and dill pickles on
    caraway rye bread.

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    American Kids: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing.

    Polish Kids: Will beat the whole crowd that left you behind.

    ===================================================

    American Kids: Are for a while.

    Polish Kids: Are for life.

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    American Kids: Think that being Polish is cool.

    Polish Kids: Know that being Polish is cool.

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    Wednesday, April 08, 2009

    My Girl...


    Dear Livie,

    I can't believe you're three years old today. It seems like you were just born. It still feels like we've just met, even though we've been inseparable for several years now. You have given me so much joy! Your smile lights up the room; your laughter is infectious; and your compassion for others is unlike any I've ever seen. You're only three, but you're wiser than some thirty-year-olds I know. You are also an incredible speaker; talking to you is like talking to an adult and it's easy to forget that you're only three.

    I have become a better person since you were born. You have given me so much to be grateful for. You're one of the happiest kids I've ever met. You have a strong personality and are as charismatic as they get, which means you'll be a great leader later. You are everything all rolled up into one tiny package.

    I hope your birthday is wonderful. I'm going to try to make it a very special day for you. I love you with all my heart and soul. You have made my world a much better place.

    Love,

    Mama.

    Tuesday, April 07, 2009

    Using My Smarts...

    Livie received five of the "Princess" Barbies for her birthday: Cinderella, Belle, Sleeping Beauty, Jasmine, and Snow White. She's in love with all of them and couldn't be happier.

    Howevah...

    All these damn dolls have removable crowns, shoes, and jewelry. I can pretty much deal with the crowns and the jewelry. She knows exactly who wears what color crown and jewels. What bugs me most is the fact that their shoes never seem to stay on their feet. So, I figured I needed to stop the madness before it got worse.

    I super glued their shoes onto their feet. And now, I couldn't be any happier. Heh.

    Monday, April 06, 2009

    Snow? In Spring?...

    Livie's Princess birthday party was wonderful and she was as happy as I've ever seen her. She'd been waiting for months for this party and it was all she'd ever wished for. Yay!

    Of course, it fucking had to snow. Yes, snow...On April 5th...in Chicago...it's Mother Nature letting us know who the boss is. I look out my kitchen window at the magnolia tree across the street, on the cusp of blooming. And then I see the snow on the roofs of the houses and on the street and I can't believe that it's technically considered spring. Ha!

    I'm off from work this week for spring break. I'm hoping it's a productive one!

    Sunday, April 05, 2009

    It's Potty Time!...

    This whole week, I'm on spring break and it couldn't have come at a better time. Livie's third birthday party is today, even though she doesn't really turn three until Wednesday. It's going to be a great time! The goody bags have been made for our kid guests; food will be great; the house needs some finishing touches still, but we're getting there.

    All this week, it's potty training to the nth degree. I've GOT to get these kids out of pull-ups so I can start stocking up on newborn diapers. With twins on the way, I need to prepare as much as I can ahead of time. Yeesh. I'd like to go SOME time without having to buy diapers, though. These kids are driving me nuts with their stubborn natures. This week is Potty Training Do or Die. It's going to be a holy mess, but it needs to get done. I wish one of those Potty Training Nazi Women would come into my house and threaten my kids for me.

    Today will be a busy day. This week will be a busy week. Rest? What's that?

    On your way out, please go on over to My Sister's blog. Today is her birthday and I'd like the whole world to wish her a happy day. I love you, Sue! Happy Birthday to you!

    Saturday, April 04, 2009

    Princess! Birthday! Party!...

    Livie is going to be three years old next Wednesday. Tomorrow, however, is Livie's third birthday party. Oops, I mean her "Princess! Birthday! Party!" To call it anything other than that makes her mad. Tomorrow, she gets to be a Princess all day long, open up Princess presents, sit on Princess furniture, eat a Princess cake, and show off for her guests. It is her dream come true.

    I think I'm going to be sick from all this Princess stuff. Seriously.

    But I can't deny her all her Princess hullaballoo. She's been waiting for this for a long time (she says, "my whole life, Mama") and she's very much living her Princess dream every single day, watching her Princess movies, wearing her Princess outfits, and perfecting her manners. I'm imagining a lot of pink stuff tomorrow. Ugh.

    I have to get this house ready because we're having quite a crowd over. And my little girl will be the Belle of the Ball. It's going to be everything she ever wished for...because she's my Livie.

    Friday, April 03, 2009

    Eye Candy...

    I love this man. I love him and I think he's beautiful. Sigh...
    And if you ask Livie, she knows why.

    Thursday, April 02, 2009

    World Autism Awareness Day...

    Today, countries around the globe will commemorate World Autism Awareness Day. It’s a time to shine a light on autism, to awaken public understanding of the crisis, and to accelerate support for research and services.

    Events to celebrate the day will be held in countries on four continents and at the United Nations.

    You can participate in World Autism Awareness Day with a gift to Autism Speaks. Your support will help:

    Build Awareness of the autism crisis
    Support scientific research
    Provide services to families
    Join the global effort to combat autism.

    Wednesday, April 01, 2009

    A Simple Request...

    This is pretty simple... Please tell ten friends to each tell a further ten today!

    The Animal Rescue Site is having trouble getting enough people to click on it daily so they can meet their quota of getting free food donated every day to abused and neglected animals. It takes less than a minute (about 15 seconds) to go to their site and click on the purple box "fund food for animals for free." This doesn't cost you a thing.

    Their corporate sponsors/advertisers use the number of daily visits to donate food to abandoned/neglected animals in exchange for advertising.

    Here's the web site: http://www.theanimalrescuesite.com. Please pass it along to people you know. Send them here or post this on your own blog so that we can get the word out and help these animals. It's something that's so simple, so within our reach, and so right. Go click on it now and do a good deed today.