Thursday, June 26, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
There was also muttin' bustin' - and G rode a sheep. She was the only girl participant.
Check her out - I only wish my camera had a better zoom. Although she cried afterwards, and claimed she'll never do it again, she had a lot of fun and has told everyone she meets about it.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
I am proud to say that we survived the “terrible twos” without incident – we were warned about it, and frankly, it wasn’t that bad. G made it through that milestone with ease. I really wasn’t sure what people were talking about – G was a wonderful toddler. Oft times I thought it should be called the "terrific twos," as she was such a delight. Three came and went as well without any notable behavior issues. My head swelled – I was sure I was the perfect mother to the best behaved child ever.
But then something happened: she turned four. And all hell broke loose.
Almost over night, my sweet, perfect angel has become a defiant, moody, jealous, back-talking little girl that barely resembles the sweetie I once knew. I miss my little girl – and I want her back.
Some days I feel like she’s always in trouble. I don’t like yelling, but lately, I yell. A lot. Really loud. And I don’t like myself for it, but I don’t know what else to do. I’ve tried reasoning with her, restricting privileges, offering positive reinforcement, and even sending her to the “dreaded naughty bench”. Nothing fazes her – the naughty behavior continues as she proclaims that I’m the worst mommy ever. And I certainly cannot love her.
I can handle when she says mean things to me, but it breaks my heart when she is mean to others. Lately, she has been horrible to her little sister – a sister who idolizes her, and offers hugs and kisses even as G is treating her badly. Last night, G asked for a bedtime story about a little girl named Bryn who fell into the ocean and died. Does she really want her sister to die? I almost cried.
I do love her, and I want her to feel loved. But I also need to teach her to behave and to be kind. Obviously I’m doing something wrong, because we’re having serious issues and I don’t know what to do. April is a long time to wait for the "fabulous fives".
Monday, June 16, 2008
So, Ben, my brother, and I strapped our bikes to the car and headed for the Pipeline Trail, argubaly the most popular mountain biking trail in the valley. Its a wonderful single-track ride along the edge of the hill. There are lots of places where the trail runs under the tree canopy, and other areas with amazing views, where the trail runs along the edge of the mountain.
My only complaint of the day is that the trail was too short.
It was the perfect afternoon.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Monday night, for our "family night", we took the girls to the splash pad. It was pretty cold and windy, but they still had a blast. And after they got cold, they got to play at the playground. Its the perfect place. We came home nice and tired, and everyone slept like babies (except for mommy, who still had to run before she could sleep).
Anyway - here's some pictures of our fun time. If anyone thinks they'd like to visit the splash pad with us, I'm home every Friday and I'd love to have a play date! I should probably also mention, that the girls thought it would be fun to wear each other's swimming suit. So if it looks like Bryn is a bit "saggy/baggy" and G's been squeezed like sausage into hers, it was all their doing.
And here is a little bonus: a video of my monkey children on the playground at the splash pad. Aren't they so cute.
Monday, June 09, 2008
Geller is certainly not alone.
"I was at the supermarket, and I slipped in my flip-flops on cottage cheese and really hurt myself," said Tiffany Andreade of an embarrassing fall.
These women and others may be heading feet first into a world of short- and long-term foot problems. Positano (some foot expert guy) sees about five to 10 flip-flop related injuries a week -- injuries he believes are a direct result of women wearing flip-flops in place of normal walking shoes.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
I layed in bed last night, listening to the rain, and hoping that all my down spouts were facing the right way (away from the foundation). So when I woke up this morining, I went out to inspect. The down spouts were all facing the appropriate way, but I did find a lovely pond in an area that was previously just grass.
Here's the view from my lovely broken kitchen window.
And from my back patio:
Maybe rain isn't always such a good thing. I hope the water is staying put and out of my basement.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
It goes without saying that my poor kitty needs to find a new home. I've always known I was a little allergic to her, but I never realized it was this bad. Ben rescued her from the humane society when we were newlyweds, so she's been with us for almost 7 years. She's a great cat, and I'll be sad to see her go. But of course my health is more important.
So - if anyone is interested - here's a free cat to a good home.
And just as an item of interest, the thing I was second most allergic to was dog dander. Guess there was a reason I needed to get rid of Burton.
I was pretty boy crazy through my teen years and early 20s. I had my first kiss at the ripe old age of 14, on the stage at church after a youth activity. The boy was named Joe, and I really liked him. We talked on the phone for hours. But he wasn’t my first love. Good thing too, because he is in jail now for murder, and all of his teeth have rotted out of his head because of a meth addiction.
Freshman year of college, I dated a guy on the gymnastics team named Brandon. He was cute and fun, and was even the first guy to see me naked (TMI?), but he was more of a fling. We spent so much time making out, that I never got to know his personality.
I was even (sort of) engaged at 19. That boy was named Sam, and he was by far the hottest guy I’d ever known. We had the date set – May 25 – on which we were going to elope to Vegas. Luckily, a few months before that, I realized that he was psycho (maybe it was the fact that he was actually committed to a mental hospital?) But even he wasn’t my first love.
I met Darin in August 1995, at the beginning of my junior year of college. I was cleaning out my car following a road trip, and he walked by. We struck up a conversation, and pretty much instantly became friends. We lived in the same apartment complex, just a building apart. I fell for him pretty hard and fast, which was easy to do because he was amazing. He was smart, kind, and athletic – and he had these blue eyes that I’ll never forget. I remember too, the day we were sitting on the couch in my apartment, supposedly studying, when he said “I love you”. I loved him too – I had for a long time before that, but it took me a week longer to be able to say those words back. I was scared for some reason. I think I tried too hard to make things perfect, and instead messed things up. He broke up with me in January right after Christmas break, and I was pretty much devastated. I was pretty sure he was “the one” before that, and I took it hard.
I think that he maybe had someone else he was interested in, because I saw him around a few times with another girl. He was married by the next summer, and coincidentally ended up being neighbors with my brother and his (then) wife. Good thing for me, I had another boy come along pretty quickly after who was also amazing and fun, so I wasn’t sad for too long. But I will never forget Darin.
I even wrote him the cheesiest of all cheesy poems that I actually still remember:
With you I’ve shared my smiles, my tears
Entrusted you my greatest fears.
But you my friend may never know
Exactly why I need you so.
You’ve touched me deep, into my soul
Without your love I’d ne’er be whole.
And if I tried my whole life through,
I’ve never quite give back to you.
The strength that you have given me
To be myself – to finally see
The love I’ve got to share, to serve –
To give to you what you deserve.
Ewww. Good thing I grew out of that. I actually gave that to him too – I still envision him dying laughing the moment I left the room.
I’m pretty sure I married the right person. Without Ben, I wouldn’t have Grace and Bryn – and they are pretty much the 2 best things I’ve ever done. Without question, I know that I was meant to be their mommy. But sometimes I still wonder “what if?” I sometimes hope that I run into him again, so that I can apologize for being so horrible. I wonder if he even remembers me?