Friday, July 31, 2009


And no, not the kind that makes you skinny, although we have a trip to the beach planned and I've been tempted... anyway, that's neither here nor there. We are having a yard sale tomorrow and I swear to you just about everything in this house that is not nailed down is outside in my garage awaiting the masses.

I always put a "No Earlybirds" line on my ads, I did this time, but I'm secretly hoping I have people arriving early to buy this shiz. I say shiz like I've got a bunch of junk to sell, but really it's some pretty good stuff. Carseats, strollers, furniture, baby toys, clothes, some of my *sniff* good shoes, *sniff* ones that my feet no longer fit into because of the pregnancy-makes-your-feet-fat-and-they- never-return-to-their-normal-size-syndrome *sniff.* Good stuff I say, good stuff. I'm not even pricing things, I have a few prices in mind for the bigger items, but I just want people to make me an offer.... I probably won't refuse.

So if you're in my hood' tomorrow, stop by and see us. I won't tell you where I live, just like I won't use real names on here. I know people can find me if they really want me, but why wrap it up and hand it to them in a pretty little bow? If you know us, you can find us. If you don't and you can, then I have bigger problems than I realized.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Me. As a Superhero.

I was thinking more along the lines of a Jedi Mommy, with a super power being the Power of Persuasion. Persuading babies and children everywhere to eat their peas. But alas, I turned out as a Fancy Feathered Philanthropist. Not really sure what that means, maybe I fly around with my fancy feathers making charitable donations in the form of groceries?

Side note: As I was creating my Superhero, Husband was over my shoulder telling me to give her bigger breasteses, and make her naked. I'll save you the trouble. It won't let you.

What is your Superhero? Check it out here.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Goldfish and Ass.

Still a bit sleep deprived from the past couple of weeks, Husband and I have been going to bed a little earlier than normal. Last night we watched a movie, Husband fell asleep on the sofa and when the movie was over all I could think about was getting in my nice comfy bed, with my nice cool sheets.

I woke the husband, went to start the dishwasher, and headed to bed. I hopped in and pulled the covers up to my neck and got a whiff of the most awful smell ever - I jumped to the most obvious conclusion and asked the husband if he farted. He said no. I laid my head back down and pulled the covers back up and there it was again... the smell. I asked the husband if he had farted at all since he got in the bed, he said no. He was not amused with my antics, but I was not amused with this smell that kept violating my nostrils.

I smelled the pillow, nothing, I pulled the sheet up to my face, sniffed and thought I was going to vomit. The top part of my sheet smelled like ass and Goldfish. I have no idea how to explain this or why that part of my sheet smelled. I tried to get Husband to smell it, still not amused, he declined.

I got up to get clean sheets, and started thinking that it had to be something the Munchkin had done in there. She takes her rest time in there everyday, and sometimes she sneaks in contraband, that would explain the goldfish smell. I'm pretty sure she hasn't been eating crackers with her bare butt on my sheets, so as for the smell of ass, I'm at a loss.

It didn't smell like that when I woke up, so something had to have happened during the day and I'm not sure I even want to know. Some things are better left a mystery and since I'm dealing with a 3 1/2 year old that has figured out a hundred different ways to make rest time in my room "fun," this one is probably best left unknown.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Busting at the Seams..

We bought this house 3 years ago this summer. We had one child, the Munchkin. She was 9 months old. We had plenty of room, we even had room to grow when we decided to add another child to our family. Note, I said child.

We have 3 bedrooms, a gracious playroom, a room that has served as an office that is about to become mine and the Munchkins craft/art room. (yes, we have that much art and craft stuff to warrant its own room.) We have a good amount of storage space but for some reason we are at full capacity. My closets are "enter at your own risk" zones. Our coat closet is packed, it's an "organized mess." In the kitchen, my cabinets are overflowing with bottles and sippy cups. Under the beds, I have neatly nested our luggage, and stored my purses and off season shoes in tidy little bins.

In the kitchen, in an effort to save space, we have been using the clip on high chairs that I absolutely love. Our kitchen table seats 4, so this was perfect for seating a family of 5... until the twins learned to channel their inner David Blaine, free themselves from the tightest of buckles and climb on top of the table. I decided to invest in another little booster which keeps them nice and snug at the table, only now we need a new table that will seat all of us, because the boosters attach to the chairs.

It's a never ending cycle, we try to rid ourselves of clutter and things we no longer need, only to replace it with something to fit our "slightly larger than we expected so soon" family....

If we had a bigger house, would we find things to fill it to the brim too? I'm not even a pack rat. I don't like clutter and I don't hoard, but outside of selling off a child, I'm not sure what else I can post on Craigslist or donate to charity.

Isn't there a reality show out there that can help me? Oh how I would love to have Ty come build me a new house. Move That Bus!!

I'm desperate!

Thursday, July 16, 2009

No Room for Self Pity.

On Saturday, "Mary Kate" spiked a fever. Husband called me in Atlanta and wanted to know what to do, it was almost 104. I told him Motrin and let her rest, check her about an hour later and see if it had come down. Normally we wouldn't freak out about a fever, but since her surgery, we were instructed that anything over 101 that was not relieved by meds was a reason to call. The fever wasn't relieved, so after multiple phone calls, the Pediatric Urologist on call told him she needed to come to the ER - fever continued to go up and she was eventually admitted.

We spent 4 nights at Children's hospital. We did shifts to make sure one of us was still able to be at home with the Munchkin and "Ashley" and to be able to get a good nights rest in between the sleepless shifts you got while staying with "Mary Kate."

The first couple of days were tough because we had no answers, they were asking questions about us traveling out of the country and if our family was prone to staph infections. Her fever stayed high and we were starting to freak out. After a 48 hour urine culture they diagnosed her with a UTI - which is a rare, short term complication from the surgery that she had 2 1/2 weeks prior. Once they figured it out, they got her on the right antibiotics and on the road to recovery.

I couldn't help but sit there, in that dreary little room and think... Why us? Why her? She doesn't deserve to go through anymore of these complications. She was dealt a tougher hand than a lot of kids from birth, conception really if you want to go back that far and add in the whole mono-mono twin thing.

Being in that room late at night, longing to be in the comforts of your own home, longing to have your family under one roof again can really start to bring you down. Then, you walk out of that room and you see a child, maybe 8 years old, bald, and pushing his IV stand down the hall where he walks so feebly. Just look around that place and in the blink of an eye you will see more than a handful of children and families that have it way worse than a UTI.

There's nothing like a dose of reality to keep you in check and make you so thankful for what you have. The good, the bad and the ugly, I will take the hand that is given to me and I will do what I can to help those that aren't as fortunate as we are.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Twilight in Hotlanta.

This past weekend was one that the girls and I had been planning for months on end. We left Birmingham Friday afternoon in a mad dash because we found out that Peter Facinelli would actually be there late in the day. We hauled ass through Atlanta traffic in rush hour with only one minor traffic scare that resulted in me grabbing Mommapeas' boob. This is how we knew it was going to be a great weekend.

We pulled into the hotel on 2 wheels and took off inside to get in line to meet PFach. We did not check in, we did not unload the car, we did not pass go - we had a one track mind.

As the line grew shorter and we got closer to the awesomeness that is PFach, we started getting nervous and RandomMommy decided she wanted us to all be in her picture, meanwhile Mommapeas was curled in the fetal position in the corner at the mere thought of being in the same room - let me just say, he does not disappoint. He is even better looking in person and his smile and eyes are amazing. He smells good and was soft and warm. He definietly was not afraid to get up close and personal with his fans. Me Likey!

We went out to dinner Friday night to place right next to the hotel - the only thing really good was the company, conversation and margaritas.

After that we hit an Irish Pub with a roof top bar. Met up with some other friends and had a great time drinking, dancing and being judgemental... Hey, if you wear a cow hat to a bar prepare to be judged.

Saturday morning we checked into a different hotel with an outdoor pool - all we wanted to do was lay out relax and get our drink on, and that we did. There was a chef there cooking lunch poolside, a bartender making and bringing us drinks. When we got ready to head out for the evening our driver was waiting to take us anywhere we wanted go.

Unfortunatley this is where our trip had to end - Husband called to tell me that "Mary Kate" was sick, and after multiple phone calls back and forth between us and the Dr's, they wanted her in the ER, that sent us summoning our driver to pick us up, packing up and heading home one night early. Nothing is more important than caring for the sick babies, not even a night out with the ladies or Twilight.

Luckily the hotel was easy on us and we were actually refunded and upgraded for a future stay.. I smell a road trip!

We didn't get to meet Kellen or Ashley since we were planning to do that on Sunday, but all in all I can't complain. To end up a short trip, it was packed full of fun and there are no other people in this world that I would have wanted to spend that time with.

Pictures coming soon!

Monday, July 13, 2009

Um... No?

Bikini Jeans... I'm not sure I have anything to say here. Maybe in RandomMommy fashion I will just give a What the Deuce?

Friday, July 10, 2009

The Pool. I Miss It.

Up until last week we were hitting the pool a couple of times a week. My Mom is out of town and since "Mary Kate" had her surgery, I haven't felt right about leaving her or Ashley with anyone.

I would love nothing more than to pack them all up and go, but when we tried that a couple of weeks a go it was a complete disaster. Random Mommy bore witness to this fiasco and if it weren't for her, I might have one less child.

We got there, slathered everyone is copious amounts of sunscreen. Blew up the arm floaties, put on hats and thought it would be a good idea to start in the kiddie pool where they could stand along the edge, since they weren't really walking.

Bad idea.

They didn't want to stand, they wanted to move, only, did I mention that they couldn't walk at the time? They would turn around and instead of standing, they would just go face first into the water. They were such slippery little suckers from the sunscreen that when I would try to grab them, their little arms would slip right through my hands, and they would go face first back into the water.

After what felt like 8 hours of trying to figure out a way to make something work (we even tried the double float) they were so traumatized that we decided to take them out and put them back in the wagon for some snacks and try to re-set their memory.

After the break we headed over to the big pool, which thrilled the Munchkin who was growing bored of the 1ft deep baby pool. We put the twins in the zero entry part and after much coaxing they finally sat and splashed a bit - then we weren't totally miserable, until some kid, (not any of ours) shit in the pool and we had to pack everything up and head home.

All in all, it was a lesson learned. Twins + a Munchkin + a pool = Not again this summer.

"Mary Kate" eyeing the enemy..... The Baby Pool.

"Ashley" eyeing the other enemy.... Me!

Thursday, July 09, 2009

Girl! You Got a Bucket on Your Head....

Not only can she walk now, "Ashley" has mastered the art of walking with a bucket on her head.... My girls are nothing if not talented...

Hush Yo' Mouth!

As you have read before I have been Craigslisting everything I can get my hands on around here in an attempt to de-clutter. I finally got around to selling off one of our baby swings and the Munchkin was none to pleased about my decision....

Munchkin: Mommy, why is that swing sitting here?

Because I'm going to sell it.

Munchkin: Why?

Because we don't need it anymore, I'm selling it to Ms J, she is having a baby and needs a swing.

Munchkin: I don't want you to sell the swing!

Why not?

Munchkin: if you sell the swing, what will our baby brother swing in?

Err.... What baby brother?

Munchkin: MY baby brother, the one that you are going to take out of your tummy when you go to the hospital.

Well honey, I'm not sure if we will be bringing anymore babies home, besides we don't have room for anymore babies in this house. We are out of bedrooms.

Munchkin: Well I think he can share my room. So tell Ms. J that we will need that swing back when we have our baby brother. She can use it until then.....

Way too logical to be 3... So hopeful and assuming that it's almost contagious.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Standard Issue Princess Gear

I'm not a girly -girl. I've always said that the day any little girls of mine wore bows bigger than their head, was the day I stab myself in the eye with an olive fork. In fact I swore I would never even have girls. I was convinced that no god would punish me in that way. I like football, and hate cheerleading. I always got along better with boys because girls tend to like cheerleading.

The drama, the petty girly shiz you grow up with in highschool, I hated it. Still do. Girls are girls no matter the age, they're mean and can wreck the self esteem of girls that are timid, shy or not so self assured. The thought that my girls would do this to another or be on the receiving end of this makes my head spin, but I know it's coming. I'm just doing everything I can to prepare her (and us) for those days. Including trying to teach her that beauty does not just come wrapped in a Princess uniform.

Here I am, I have 3 girls. Do the math. The odds of me having at least one girly girl are high and I'm pretty sure Munchkin is going to fill those shoes. This is not something that I have fostered. We tell her she is beautiful (as do all parents of little girls) but somehow that has spawned a Princess Obsession like no other. Every morning when she gets up, she puts on the same dress, do the math on that one too. I don't do laundry very often so dirty or not, she wears the same dress, day after day, after day.... Sometimes four or five days in a row. I know, gross right? I even came home from dinner and movie with the girls last night to find her sleeping in our bed, in her "Princess" dress (aka Old Navy Cotton summer dress) Some little Princess has her Daddy wrapped around her little finger.

This magic dress that she wears, makes her beautiful, she says. I love the imagination, but I hate that she already makes the conncection of these "things" making her beautiful. Are we just born this way, is it bred into us, do even the most Tom Boyish girls really want to be a beautiful princess? I don't ever remember going through this phase.

Every morning, in Rain Man fashion, she puts on "the" dress, her Hello Kitty necklace, a beaded bracelet, ruby slippers, pink hair bow to match her pink "Princess" dress, red hair bow to match her ruby slippers, her wand and her tiara. Every. Day. Without fail. The only thing that changes on a good day, is the dress, if I can manage to sneak it into the washer before she gets up. Even then, if she spots it during the middle of the day, she'll change.

This is our new routine and this is the little girl that goes shopping with me. You can spot us a mile away.
Isn't she beautiful?

Saturday, July 04, 2009

Crotch Feet.

Something I've learned about my sweet little "Mary Kate" over this recovery period, is that she likes to wedge her feet into my crotch when she is tired and/or not feeling well. This is a comfort habit that she seems to have inherited from the Munchkin. When the Munchkin sleeps in our bed, I am constantly awakened by her little toes trying to wiggle their way to my crotch. It's a very odd thing, I'm not sure if it's the warmth or the going back from where they came that seems to draw them in, nonetheless it's strange to me.

It's most uncomfortable and is not Mommy specific. Husband has mentioned several times how he would have slept better without feet in is crotch all night.

I've seen kids that like boobs and will stuff their hands down shirts in order to rest their hands, but never a crotch and feet. Somehow I don't think I'm going to look back on their little crotch seeking missiles as one of those sweet things I'll miss when they no longer do it. Really. It's just bizarre.

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Longest Day Ever.

I'm pleased to report that "Mary Kate" has officially made it through her surgery and after a long, long, long day and night in the hospital we are home and doing well.

Her surgery took longer than expected, the Dr said that it was very complicated and much worse than the ultrasound had led him to believe. It made us very thankful that we went ahead and did the surgery earlier rather than later. One of her ureter tubes was severely dilated, so much so that it made it difficult to taper it back to normal size without damaging her other tube. He did a little work on her ureter seal as well and we are hoping that the follow up ultrasound will tell us that we have moved past this little blip on our radar!

She seems to be doing fine but appears to be in some pain, and probably will be for the next few days. We have a supply of Loritab (who knew you could give that to a 15 month old) and Motrin and we are hoping that without all of the interruptions that come with a hospital stay she will be able to get some good rest and begin the healing process.

Thanks again to all of our friends and family for the encouraging words. It's amazing how well we as a society can stay connected these days. Between Twitter, Facebook and Texting, I was able to keep all of our friends and family up to date (almost in real time) with everything going on and it saved a ton of phone calls...

The encouragement and support we have received from our family and friends has meant so much, I can't tell you how thankful I am for the people in our lives. The constant texts and messages coming in during her surgery was a great distraction and I don't even think we were home an hour before food started showing up on our doorstep. The idea that our friends care for us that much is overwhelming and if I ever have the chance to repay the kindness, I will be the first one in line!

Love to you all!