Birthday and Other Stuff

Thanks for all the b-day wishes everybody! Luckily I had a more relaxing day than what I described on my last post. I woke up to this:
Aw...I just love J. He just cracks me up. Who else would think to make a giant pancake for my b-day? And yes, I ate the entire thing and it was delicious. I am not freaking out to be in my 30's, I am happy about it. I just think it sounds funny. "Hi, I'm 30." Haha! It just makes me laugh for some reason.

Anyway, on to other things. I took S in for his 15 mo. checkup and can you believe, he is only in the 37th percentile for his weight! Yikes. I have never had a baby this small! The kid is SO picky about eating, he refuses to eat real food. I'm still feeding him baby food for crying out loud! Anyway, Dr. says I really need to try to make him eat more. I've never had this problem, with the other 2 boys I can't STOP them from eating! He's 24 lbs., so it's not like he's wasting away or anything. But the only things he will eat are baby food and crackers or dry cereal. He thinks he's a princess or something. So I'm playing hardball today and am making him eat a PBJ sandwich. I'm such a mean Mom.

Yesterday I took all 3 boys to the grocery store, which I avoid doing at all costs. It was unavoidable yesterday though. I had my list and coupons, and was going to be in and out as quickly as possible. Still though, S managed to knock a glass jar of salsa on the ground and shatter it making a HUGE mess. I quickly ran out of that aisle and told customer service that there was a mess in aisle 5. I did not admit it was my child's mess! I know, I'm horrible.

Then, in the frozen food aisle, I grabbed my last purchase and we were finally leaving. Two workers were pulling a huge flat of bottled water down the aisle, and T was slightly in the way. Not completely in the way, but he wouldn't move all the way over which was making the workers nervous. By this time the workers and huge flat they were push/pulling was right beside me so I couldn't get to the front of the cart to physically MAKE him move. They moved way over to their left, and smashed into a huge display case of glass jars of ice cream syrup! At least 5 glass jars shattered on the floor in a gooey mess. I just froze. Meanwhile, both workers look at me like it's my fault, and T shouts at them, "Hey! You guys should watch where you're going!!" I immediately tell him to be quiet, that it's HIS fault they crashed into it because he didn't move when I told him to! Luckily my outspoken son seemed to break the tension of the moment and one of the workers started laughing and said, "You gotta love kids!" I "haha-ed" but then left the store ASAP.

I am never going grocery shopping with all 3 kids again.

Farewell My Youth!

Today was the last day of my 20's. I went out with a bang, let me tell you that much. Woke up and ran around getting B fed, dressed, and ready for school. Forgot he was supposed to bring a bag of mini-marshmallows to school, so had to stop at the grocery store on the way. He barely made it in time. Then it was off to the dealership to get the oil changed in the van. I enjoyed this actually, I got a half hour to myself to read, and eat a complimentary bag of mini Chips Ahoy. True pampering.

Get home and discover that S is sick. High fever, won't eat, screaming his head off, inconsolable. I debate all morning on whether or not to bring him in to the doctor. He's getting 4 teeth in right now so it could be that, or an ear infection. In the end I decide to hold off. That is, until I put him down for a nap and he wake up 5 minutes later screaming...and doesn't stop for 2 1/2 hours straight. Call the doctor, get the last appointment of the day! Lucky. Turns out my poor baby has a double ear infection. Stop by CVS, fill the RX. Note, I did not get ANY of my work done today...looks like it's going to be a long weekend...

Rush home, feed the kids a gourmet dinner of Mac N Cheese, and rush out the door again to go to my parents' house. Teach sister piano lesson, while Josh and my dad do jiu jitsu. (J is back in the saddle again after his surgery debacle from August!)

Now I'm home, thinking...I'm only going to be 30 tomorrow? I feel more like 45...

Proud to be resolute!

Wow, there's a lot of controversy out there about New Year's resolutions! Blah blah blah, people don't make them because they're stupid and nobody ever follows through the entire year and they're a waste of time, etc. Well, I happen to like New Year's resolutions for the simple fact that it's a convenient time for me to look over my life, evaluate some changes I could make, and then start anew. Am I going to beat myself up if I don't do what I say? No. But still, I should at least try to improve my life shouldn't I?

And who knows if this is normal or not, but I need some sort of "jumping off point" before I make any changes or start any new thing in my life. For example, if I'm going to start eating healthier, I always need to start on a Monday, or the 1st of the month, or some definable time that signifies a new beginning. Beginning of the week, beginning of the month, whatever. So New Year's resolutions, here I come!

1. The typical exercise resolution. Up until about August of last summer, I was kicking butt at this. I was running 3 miles, 5-6 days a week. Getting my lazy butt up at the crack of dawn before my boys woke up (5:30 A.M.), and putting my treadmill to good use. August is when it all went downhill. Add in the holidays and candy and cookies and the fact that it's freezing cold in the mornings now...(I'm a wimpy Arizonian), and my lazy butt hasn't been doing so hot! (get it? haha...) So anyway, I'm starting off slow but sure. Hopefully I'll be back to my regular routine in no time.

2. Another typical one that if you were to look back in ALL my journals of my ALMOST 30 years of life, you will see every January 1st, I resolve to write in my journal more frequently. Well, I think I may give up on the writing part of it all. But a computer journal? That is something I can get on board with. My blog kind of falls into that category, but not really. Because trust me, you people DO NOT want to see all the inner workings of my mind. Too scary.

3. This is going to sound silly, but I am going to read some of the classics that I never got around to reading. We'll start with Pride and Prejudice, and Wuthering Heights, and go from there. It's just pathetic that someone who loves reading as much as I do, has not read these books. There are many many more. So I'm hereby dubbing this year, the year of the classics.

4. Enjoy my boys more. Too often I'm just getting through the day, running errands, cleaning, and trying to make sure I get my paying job done. My boys are going to be grown before I know it and what am I going to remember? I'll tell you, being stressed out and tired all the time. That is NOT what I want. I need to learn to enjoy the moment.

5. Date my husband. You know, keep the romance alive and all that. Seriously, it's hard work when you've got 3 kids, opposite schedules, and no money! Time to get creative.

And there you have it! Happy 2009.

Fake High School Reunion

My old friend Kori was in town for the holidays, and so while she was here, we all got together and had our own version of a high school reunion: lunch at our old lunch hangout, Barro's Pizza! (the best pizza in the world FYI) It was fun, especially since none of us went to our real high school reunion last year. I was 9 months pregnant last year so didn't attend for that obvious reason, but I wouldn't have gone anyway. I did not like high school so much. Or maybe I just didn't like the person I was in high school. Either way, for the most part anyone I wanted to keep in contact with, I have. And for those long lost acquaintances, I'm sure I'll see them on Facebook eventually!

Anyway, here's a picture of a few of us from back in the day. Last day of school, Class of '97! (note my 311 shirt...ah the good old days...)

And here was today at lunch:

It was fun to get away from the kids for a couple hours and have some "grown up" time. Although I find it funny that about 80% of the conversation was about our kids... I'm sure we bored Meagan and Angela to tears with all the kid-talk, either that or scared them to death to the point where I'm sure they will never want their own!

I hope we don't let another 11 years go by before we do this again.

Like a Cholo

Christmas Miracle!

Well, it appears a miracle has occurred. Christmas has come early for me, and I could not be happier. You see, after 3 very long days filled with screaming, huge crocodile tears, hearing "You're a bad Mommy!", kicking, bribing, and killing my back sitting on the bathroom floor for hours on end...........T IS FINALLY POTTY TRAINED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes folks, that's right, I now only have ONE child in diapers at the moment!

(by the way, this is the most real looking Santa I have EVER seen in my life!)

Jingle Bells

We've been pretty busy trying to do all the Christmas traditions the boys expect. Like going to see Christmas lights around town, making/decorating cookies, making ghetto gingerbread houses (graham cracker houses), etc. Here is a little bit of Christmas cheer for you all, featuring B singing "Jingle Bells". Enjoy!