Wednesday, August 26, 2009


Nothing like having one of your besties move away to make you start really thinking about your friends.

A while back my Aunt sent me an email that included this quote:

There comes a point in your life when you realize: who matters, who never did, who won't anymore and who always will. So don't worry about the people from your past, there is a reason they didn't make it to your future.

Spending some quality time with the besties this week has made this quote pop in my head over and over and I'm realizing how very true it is.

Monday, August 24, 2009

A Concept Lost On Me....

Close to where we live a pizza place called Papa Murphy's just opened. If you aren't familiar with the concept, its a take and bake place. Fresh pizza, built to suit, only you have to pick it up and cook it yourself.

Husband and I have pondered this concept for a couple of weeks. Why would you want to cook your own pizza after having to drive and pick it up? It just doesn't seem practical when we can call, order, and have it delivered piping hot to our door. We just didn't see a time in which we would explore this possibility..... Until recently. The Munchkin and I went to get our nails done and the pizza place was just across the parking lot so I thought, why not? We popped in, the place was clean, small, the people were friendly. We even met the owner who was super nice and thanked us several times for trying them out. As they made my pizza, a la Subway style, behind the glass, choose your ingredients, I kept thinking, maybe this will work. Everything looked so fresh. Then it hit me, maybe the secret is to have the best damn ingredients come together to make this incredible pizza, a pizza like none you've ever tasted, that must be the catch, it's slap yo' Mama in the face good.

Only.. it's not. I cooked it perfectly (thanks to the tutorial the nice guy gave me as we left) but it just wasn't good pizza. CPK from the freezer section at Publix trumps this, which brings me back around to, what the heck? I just don't get it. Why would I go to all the trouble for a mediocre pie? Am I missing something? Or maybe just lazy?

Color me perplexed.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

My Girl, Indeed.

I took the Munchkin with me to run some errands after we put the babies to bed last night. We were buckled up and headed out, when she said to me:

Mom, can we listen to Coldplay?

"Sure!" I say. "Any specific song you want to hear, Ms Kasem?" Kind of shocked that she would ask for Coldplay by name, and not thinking she could actually identify a song.

She says, "Yes, I want to hear the Oh oh oh Oh oh oh, song"..... (that would be Viva La Vida to the layperson.)

This child is the coolest.

Thursday, August 20, 2009


The Munchkin has been retreating up to the playroom a lot lately. She goes up there and destroys the place while watching a movie, the movie du jour just so happened to be Chicken Little. I went upstairs to get the twins up from their nap and I could here her singing. I love to hear her sing, so I tiptoed in to listen and should probably be more than a little concerned that these words were coming out of her tiny little innocent mouth....

If you wanna be my "luva"
you gotta "be my friend"
If you wanna be my "luva"

So tell me what ya want
what ya really want

If you wanna be my luva
I wanna I wanna I wanna

Shoot.Me.Now. I have one memory of this song and it includes me, the music hall, $1 beer, and disco hell night.

Enough said.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Only Child for a Day.

"Mary Kate" had her follow up ultrasound yesterday. All is well. We will go back in December for a couple more tests, one specifically to see if there is any reflux in her bladder. If at that time we are all clear, then we will be done with antibiotics and put on a maintenance plan, only having to check back in once a year or in case something acts up. We aren't totally out of the woods yet, but we are pretty darn close!

After her appointment, Husband and I decided to take the patient out for some Mexican food. My Mom was at the house with numbers 1 and 3 so it was like we only had one child and it felt strange. First of all, the staff at the Mexican restaurant didn't even recognize us without our herd. It was a pleasant lunch. I forgot what it was like to only care for one child. I know that when I had just the Munchkin it seemed like my head was going to explode because I was such a Rookie Mom, but now? Bring it, I say. I was able to carry on a conversation, about politics no less, while I finished my entire meal. I forgot how good food is when it's still warm!

I decided to exercise a little more of our freedom and run a few errands, again, why in the world was I so stressed when the Munchkin was little and I could carry her in, use only one cart, no extra stroller pulling behind or in front, no Preschooler running the opposite direction. Funny how your perspective changes.

"Mary Kate" was like the Belle of the Ball, getting all of the attention from me, from Husband, from strangers, this time because she's absolutely adorable, not because she's a twin. She didn't have to share her snacks and her sippy wasn't getting stolen every 5 seconds.

It made us realize how much of an effort we need to make to separate these girls a little more and give them some of the one-on-one attention they desperately need and deserve. It benefits them so much and you are really able to see more of their little personalities when you get them away from the other.

As much as we enjoyed our day of calm and ease, walking back into this zoo was crazy, normal and oddly my new sense of calm and ease.

Saturday, August 15, 2009


I've been in a reading frenzy lately. Finishing one book and depending on the hour, starting immediately on another.

I'm about to start my 4th Harry Potter, although, I must admit that I skipped ahead to the last book after seeing the Half Blood Prince at the movies a couple of weeks ago. I couldn't stand being the last person on the planet that had absolutely no clue how the series ended. I'm sure I heard about it or read it somewhere when the last book was published, I remember it being a huge deal but at the time I wasn't a fan (or not a fan) of the series so whatever I heard didn't stick.

I finished the Deathly Hallows and picked up My Sisters Keeper. It was our Bookclub book about a month and ago and I missed it, but still had it here to read. I have to say that I hated that book, but I couldn't put it down. * spoiler alert * (in case you haven't read it and plan to, you may want to skip on through.)

I wanted to reach through those pages and strangle those parents, mostly the mother. I get wanting to do everything in your power to save the life of your child, but to go so far as to genetically engineer a baby for spare parts is unfathomable to me. All I could think about was how they would end up losing all 3 of their kids this way. I cried. I finished it in less than 3 days. It was a horrible story that hooked me, drew me in and made me think and have terrible dreams. While I may not have liked the tale, I must say that Jodi Picoult is a good writer. This story evoked so much emotion in me, it was scary.

I've heard that the movie is very different from the book and that the ending isn't the same, I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, because I wasn't expecting the ending I got. I don't know if I will be seeing the movie, but I do know that I'm looking for a lighter read.

Any suggestions?

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Monday, August 10, 2009

Toilet Bowls and Trash Cans.

Picture this:

One Mommy, trying to bathe 3 kiddos, foolishly at the same time.

Kiddo number one runs aimlessly about the house informing said Mommy that she is a Princess and will bath when she is good and ready, Mommy wrangles Kiddo number 2 and manages to get her naked while Kiddo number three has successfully dumped the entire contents of the bathroom trash can into the bathtub, already full of water.

Or picture this:

A young family, wanting to have breakfast at Cracker Barrel on a lazy Saturday Morning.

Family gets up, gets presentable and tells Kiddo number one to go potty before they leave. Kiddo number two, ever curious, crawls to the bathroom to watch older sister go tee-tee. It's far more exciting than watching Mommy brush her teeth. Older Sister jumps down to get toilet paper and Kiddo number two seizes the opportunity to plunge herself up to her elbows in not just toilet water, but freshly pee'd in toilet water. Mommy, with a mouth full of toothpaste, screams as best she could for husband to come and assist the situation, while yanking Kiddo number two from a disgusting, albeit sterile, romp in the toilet.

Or this:

"Young" Mom of three, three and under, is admitted to the nearest funny farm for loss of mental capacity at the age of 34.

Thursday, August 06, 2009

Poop Etiquette and Pets.

It's been a little over 3 years since we have had a pet, it was a cat. It's been even longer since we've had a dog. Our cat pooped in a litter box, in an unused utility closet. Outside of the occasional "cling on" that would make it's way upstairs periodically, it was a pretty easy clean up and most always contained.

Recently I've noticed that people around here have a complete disregard for cleaning up after their own pets... Mostly dogs. No one can really control an Alley Cat that jumps over the back fence and chooses to use our yard as a litter box. What kills me is the dog shiz that is ALL. OVER. the sidewalks. It's hard enough for a clumsy person like me to run on the uneven, cracked surfaces without having to dodge large mounds of dog poo. By the looks of it this morning, it was the same dog trying to mark his territory or trying desperately to finish his (or her) business, while the eager owner continued to drag them along letting them try again every 15 feet. From the looks of it, there was no way to tell who was more stubborn.

While backing out of my driveway last night, I noticed a lady letting her large Great Dane looking dog take what I assume was a large Great Dane shit in my neighbors yard, no poo bad in hand. Granted, she would have probably needed something larger than a ziploc sandwich bag to collect the matter, but still, as the owner of said dog, isn't it her responsibility to clean up the poo?

The other day, as I was driving down the street that I live on, I could see 2 girls walking a dog. Dog has to shit, they stop. In my driveway. Not only can I not turn into my drive, but the dog is shitting in my yard, while I'm watching, and they are watching me, watching them. They had a look of embarrassment and not of not knowing what to do, but did they say anything? Did they apologize? Nope, just dragged the dog on down the street.


As I said, it's been a long time since I've had a pet, but to me it just seems like there is some type of etiquette that should come with pet ownership and I'm just not seeing it these days. Grab a bag people, it's your responsibility. One of the reasons I don't have pets is because I don't want to clean up after them, and I sure as hell don't want to clean up after yours.

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Monday, August 03, 2009


If you are reading this and you don't have kids, there is no way to explain to you what a child can do to your heart with a simple sentence. If you have kids you will understand how your heart can swell, melt and become a big mushy mess at the smallest little thing.

School is starting back soon and I've been trying to pack tons of Mommy/Munchkin time into our schedule. I've been trying to do things with her that I can't do easily when I have the twins with us. This usually results in going to the movies because that's her absolute favorite thing right now.

Saturday (after sweating my arse off doing our yard sale) ( we made $400 by the way) I took her to the Alabama Theater where they were showing the Little Mermaid as part of their Children's Summer Matinees.

We got there, got our snacks and found a seat. We started talking about how pretty the theater was, and she was pointing out some little girls that had come dressed as Ariel, you know the usual chit chat with an almost 4 year old. Then, she looked up at me and said....

Mom, I wish you were a little girl right now....

Oh? Why is that?

Because we would be best friends......

There are absolutely no words I can write, or use to describe to you how that made me feel. If you are a parent, you just know.