Friday, October 30, 2009

Kentucky, A Trilogy. Final Chapter

As my sisters cat "Sally" tried to snuggle up in our face around 4am, it dawned on me that "cough due to cold" was not what we were dealing with. I'm not sure why I didn't figure it out sooner, I had been coughing and sneezing since we got to my sisters.... I have had a cat allergy all my life and I honestly think I'm allergic to most pet dander, I think my children have inherited this curse.

I decided to pick up some Benadryl, also not supposed to give to children under the age of 2, so I googled it, and found a site that said I could dose her based on her weight 1/4 teaspoon, every 4 - 6 hours. My Doctor probably wouldn't be happy about my decision, but guess what? It worked. Like a Mother Freakin' Charm.

The girls went to bed and didn't peep until after 5am Sunday morning. No coughing, no sneezing nothing. I even took an adult Benadryl before I went to sleep and it was the best night of sleep we had the entire time we were there, and I mean drool on the pillow good night sleep.

Ahhhh, Benadryl.

So that concludes the minute details of our trip. We really had a fantastic time and if you ever have the chance to watch the horses run at Keeneland, you should go. It's a beautiful area, especially when all of the leaves are changing.

*Yawn* I know... Nothing worse than a blogger who feels the need to give you the run down of everything tiny little thing that happens, right? Well, at least I didn't talk about poop! Thanks for reading, I'll be more creative this week, I promise!

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Kenctucky, A Trilogy, Part 2.

So after trying to buy our hosts forgiveness with pizza, we decided to drive around and show Husband the town. We had plans to hit the orchard and pumpkin patch but the weather was rainy and cold so we stayed sheltered.

On the way home we stopped by a drug store so I could pick up some cough medicine for "Ashley." I didn't think it was going to be a big deal, get some cough meds, everyone gets sleep. Oh, how wrong I was! Have you tried to purchase OTC meds for children under the age of 2 lately? You can't. I'm guessing with all of the recalls lately, it's forced these companies to change their policies, many had blurbs about "New Directions and Warnings Information." It freaked me out and I decided to put a call into the Dr, who flat out said they wouldn't recommend anything OTC. I would have to bring her in.

That's all fine and good except that I'm in Kentucky. She doesn't have a fever, she's not acting funny or really even coughing during the day - we all just want to get some sleep while we're here,
I say.

She tells me all of the usual, elevate her head, cool mist humidifier, and said she would check with the Dr and call me back. She did, and recommended Mucinex.

All of this was going on while my sister and I were headed north to Cincinnati to do a little shopping at IKEA, on the way home we picked up the Mucinex and gave it a try at bedtime.

It worked. For 2 hours. I could dose her every 4-6. So, really? It didn't help.

At midnight, I went and got her, took her to the living room and that is where she and I stayed (awake) until she literally fell face first into my lap because she couldn't keep her eyes open anymore, that was a little after 3am. We slept on the sofa until about 5am, when I decided to dose her and stick her back in the pack n play before "Mary Kate" woke up and realized she was gone. It didn't work. She freaked and we ended up back in our room trying to be quiet. Finally the meds kicked in and I was able to put her down. It was after 6am.

It's a good thing I'm highly functioning while sleep deprived.

What will happen? Will the family finally get some rest? Stay tuned for the final chapter to this riveting trilogy!

Monday, October 26, 2009

Kentucky, A Trilogy.

Part One:

We headed north for a long weekend to visit with my sister who lives in Lexington. We decided to go this month because the horses are running at Keeneland and husband had never been up there. I thought the promise of gambling and alcohol would be icing on the cake in talking him into a 6 hour car ride with the girls. It worked.

We arrived right at dinner time, sister had dinner ready and we enjoyed a low key evening hanging out at the house.

My sisters house is great, there are 2 guest rooms so it works out that the twins can have their own room, while the Munchkin sleeps with us in the other. The only problem is, that the walls are paper thin. Each room shares a wall with the master bedroom so you really can't sneeze or fart without everyone hearing you. Normally not a problem... until you have a twin that develops a nagging, persistent cough at about midnight.

Husband nudged me, I acknowledged that I was awake and listening, willing her to stop. Brother in Law had to work on Friday so being up all night with a coughing baby wasn't something I wanted to throw at him... But I had a dilemma. "Ashley" was coughing. "Mary Kate" was sound asleep, in the same room. So I sat there, weighing my options...and did I mention, willing her to stop.....

*Cough Cough*

Please stop coughing, please stop coughing. I could go get her, but then what? I don't have anything to make her stop coughing


*Cough Cough*

Please, Oh please.. Come on Mommy Jedi Powers, work damn it, silence the child


*Silence*

Phew, thank goodness


*Cough Cough*

Crap! If I attempt to retrieve her, I could wake "Mary Kate" then that could be REALLY bad, what to do, what to do


That continued for about 20 minutes. I continued to wait her out, and she settled back down only to start back up around 3:15am. I finally went in to get her and brought her back in the room with us, where she was a live wire, refusing to sleep, only wanting to play. I decided to just go for it and finally put her back down. She went almost willingly with only a little whimpering. I think she had figured out how to make herself cough at one point, which was a little annoying but she finally went back to sleep.

Brother in Law left for work before we were up, so we weren't able to apologize profusely to him until lunch when we bought pizza for everyone as our way of making peace.

What a way to say "We're here, thanks for having us!!!"

To be continued.....

Friday, October 23, 2009

I'm an Old Persons Nightmare.

The place I take the Twinlets to "tumble" is in a building that also happens to house the Senior Citizens Center. On one hand you think great, old people love babies, it brightens their day, and for us, it's a double dose. On the other, they are crotchety and have no censors.

We've been doing these classes for 5 or 6 weeks, and the old people that sit at the door have come to know us....

"Here come the Twins"
"Make room for this lady and her stroller"
"Different color bows today"

Some even know the girls by name. (Although quick to point out that their names don't match like most twins do) They want to touch, and coo and wave, and have them wave back, they tell me stories of how they always wanted to have twins, to be a twin or how they have even lost their twin. I smile, I listen and for the most part, I thoroughly enjoy making them smile and hearing their stories.

Something I have learned, even from when the Munchkin was a baby, is that Old People like to see a baby that is bundled. They don't want to see toes, or an uncovered head and for the love of Pete, they better have on a coat if it's less than 65 degrees outside. This week, the old people turned on me.

Instead of the copious amounts of attention and love they typically shed on the girls, today it was directed at me, and it wasn't love. For you see, 2 pair of socks, and 2 pair of shoes (and bows, and face wipes and....... ) when leaving the house is just not in the cards. I stick them in the diaper bag and sock and shoe (and hair bow and face wipe) appropriately when we reach our destination, except for our tumble class. We get out of the car, we go straight into the building where we proceed to remove socks and shoes. Why bother?

This week, it really wasn't that cold outside. A little on the cool side, but not cold. But when you couple 4 bare feet, with 2 damp heads (they have crazy curls, I'll take a picture and show you why we can't leave the house with bed head) you open yourself up to a plethora of criticism, including my favorite, you've all heard it....

"Those girls are going to catch a death of a cold...."

I smiled, and I tried to be polite until the 3rd person decided to make mention about those "cold little toes." I politely explained to the lady that we already have the swine flu, and I didn't think bare toes and a wet head would make that much of a difference anymore.

Five bucks says that lady will be wearing a mask and avoiding my kids next week.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Happy Halloween

My Aunt put this together and facebooked it over to me yesterday, and we have been laughing hysterically.. It's my Mom and Dad (Oma and Pop) with the girls. I have to say sweet little Mary Kate makes a very cute Vampire!

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Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Monday, October 19, 2009

No Soup for You!

I could have labeled this post with so many titles.....

  • Should have made Chili Blanco
  • The Great Loaded Potato Soup Debacle of 09'
  • Reason number 6,376 not to cook dinner while kids are still up
I was making out my weekly menu, and planning my shopping list when the thought hit me that I had not had potato soup in a long time, the weather is cool and it just sounded so good. I pulled out my recipe books and found one that looked easy and didn't take hours to cook.

We've fallen into a habit of waiting until the twinlets are in bed before we cook and eat, usually around 7:30 each night. Last night, everyone was being good, the recipe said it took 15 minutes to prepare and 15-20 minutes to simmer and to let all of the cheesy goodness come together. I thought that sounded great, I'll get it all together, let it simmer while I read bedtime stories and by the time I'm done, I'll have a hot bowl of soup waiting on me. Let me just say, this was about 6:45pm.

Whoever wrote that recipe must be an expert potato peeler or maybe they don't have 3 kids, either way, it took me way more than 15 minutes to peel, wash and cube up 8 potatoes, and cook them in the microwave. My "kids are being good" window was rapidly closing as I was cussing the person who wrote this recipe. The Munchkin came in whining about wanting scrambled eggs, I explained that we were having soup, not eggs. Trying to concentrate on whisking my butter and flour then slowly add my milk.... Hoping I don't scorch anything.

Things were going good, but it was taking longer than I expected and was requiring more attention than I really had to give. I heard a thump, followed by a cry. I stepped over the Munchkin who was wallowing around my feet, still begging for eggs, and ran to the living room to see the twinlets in a wrestling match over a doodle pad. I sent the wrestlers to their corners and ran back to my soup just as it was boiling over onto my cooktop. I screamed something that sounded like a "arrugerrrhh" loud enough to send the wallowing, egg girl scurrying from the kitchen.

That's it. Soups done. Dinner for last night, and the leftovers I had planned were ruined, not to mention the sight of my cooktop, that I thought was going to have to be replaced. (See Exhibit A.)

I was pissed, I was hungry, and by the time I got it to a manageable state, it was after 8:30. My kids were all still up, the twinlets 1 hour past their bedtime and they were grouchy. I texted the husband, "there will be no soup." He kindly stopped by McDonalds to save the day and refrained from asking too many questions. Smart man.

Then all I could think of was how I would have terribly disappointed My Culinary Crush, Tom Colliccho.

It would have gone something like this.

An utter disappointment. Did you even bother to taste your dish? Were you happy with the outcome? It wasn't seasoned, the potatoes were undercooked, and it lacked originality.

Please pack your Soup Spoon and go.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

I Have a Farm, So What?

As I sit here watching football and playing on the computer, the Husband leans over and starts asking questions about my habit of playing on my Fake Farm on Facebook. He says he doesn't get it, I told him I wasn't asking him to.

Him: What's that, what's it doing?
Me: It's plowing so I can plant something

Him: What are you planting?
Me: Onions.

Him: This is stupid
Me: So?

Him: There is no such thing as a Professional Fake Farm Towner
Me: So, there is no such thing as a professional twitterer either and you do that.... all day, Mr Funny pants. Go make me a coke.

Him: No, you wouldn't get me a beer...
Me: Because you FARTED on me...

Him: I didn't fart ON you....

What were we talking about?

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

The Short and Long of it...

I've been growing my hair out for a while and amazingly haven't gotten bored with it yet. It's very surprising that I've gone this long without the urge to chop it all off. I don't have attachment issues like a lot of people I know, my thought is, eh, it will grow back.

While in line at the grocery store, I saw the new issue of Marie Claire and just like that, I'm jonesing for a short cut like the gorgeous Hilary Swank...

What to do, what to do?

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Fuel to the Fire

Here, I give reasons number 4,989 and 4,990 as to why I harbor ill feelings towards 99% of all Alabama fans.

On Saturday I threw on an Auburn hat and shirt and hit the grocery store to get some things for the Munchkins Birthday party. While unloading my cart, I turned to grab the sodas when an obnoxious man in head to toe crimson said to me.... "Well, Well, Roll Tide Roll..." (please insert you're own red neck voice here) After looking at him for a second with a "What the Fack" expression on my face and doing my best to not hiss at him, I managed to give him a "Hotty Toddy, Gosh Almighty" right back and was thankful that although only a shell of my former football self, I did happen to know who they were playing and the appropriate team cheer.

* please note, I was only wearing my team, I was not discussing it with anyone. I was just a frazzled mom of 3 trying to get through the grocery line with birthday supplies when I was so rudely assaulted.

Last night, while picking up some chips for "Taco Tuesday," I again was wearing my Auburn hat. (It's been rainy and humid and my hats are in heavy rotation these days.) While in the chip aisle, a man walked by and said "Wow, I gotta give it to you, you're brave to wear that hat in public" again, there was a "What the Fack" expression on my face as I stared at his UAT t-shirt. I looked at him in disbelief thinking, You have got to be joking??? We've lost one game, just one. I'm sure there are more coming but I will continue to wear my colors because, excuse the pun, that's how I roll.

We don't bail on our team after one loss, and given that fact that we didn't expect to even be 5-0 going into this past weekend, I'm pretty effing proud of our team. So why don't you just crawl back under your ugly ass houndstooth hat and bite me.

** please also note that I did not list stupidity as a reason in this post, as it ranks somewhere around number one.

Friday, October 09, 2009

Princesses, Princesses Everywhere!

The Munchkin turned 4 on Tuesday and the theme for this year is anything and everything to do with Princesses. Her gifts were centered around Cinderella and thanks to Disney's impeccable timing, Snow White.

I have to say we are looking like the best parents in the world right now. She has been carrying her new Snow White doll everywhere, and has even taken some artistic liberties with the Dwarfs (Little Peoples?) real names.

They shall henceforth be known as....

Snow White and the Seven "Doors"

Happy
"Dobie" ( it sounds like Toby, her imaginary older brother. Because I don't have enough kids!)
Doc
"Shy" (not bashful)
Sleepy
Sneezy
"Angry" (grumpy doesn't quite do him justice evidently)

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Monday, October 05, 2009

On the "Up and Up"

Let me just start by saying that this is in no way a paid advertisement, just something that I have come across and absolutely love, so I thought I would share. If however Target wanted to throw some product my way, I wouldn't turn it down.

I'm pretty much a marketers dream. I love cool, packaging and right before we left to go the beach in August, I was shopping at Target and noticed all of the "Up and Up" products littered throughout their store. I picked up a couple of things, but didn't put much thought into it, the packaging was cool and it was inexpensive.

Recently I got a mailer from Target, full of coupons for the new brand. I went out on a limb and bought a few things I wouldn't normally buy generic. For one, diapers. The box I purchased was $13.99 for 82 diapers. The comparative for Pampers was $18.99 for I want to say 68 in quantity. I absolutely love these, they don't leak and they seem stretchy enough to be comfortable for the twinlets. I had a coupon for $1.50 off, so for $12.49 I felt like I got a deal... Even without the coupon I would have been happy.

Secondly I bought the "Up and Up" laundry soap. 64 loads for $7.99 plus the coupon I had for $1.00 or $1.50 made it more than $3.oo cheaper than the Tide that I normally buy that washes less loads for $10.99. I will say that the clothes don't seem to be quite as soft but I don't think I would have really noticed if I weren't actively looking for something to be wrong with soap. I bought the Free and Clear and we haven't had any trouble with allergies or skin reactions.

This week I have added the garbage bags to my inventory and another size ziploc. All and all, the Up and Up, is on the Up and Up... I love it and love saving the money, you can imagine how a few dollars difference on something like diapers can quickly add up when you factor in twice the poop and pee we have around here.

If you have been wondering, consider this a testimonial and try a few things when you get a chance. If there is something you are already using that you like, drop me a line, I'd love to hear about it!

Saturday, October 03, 2009

Prom 2009

We went to a wedding last weekend and had a great time hanging out with some friends and catching up. R. noticed that the lighted archway would be a great place to take some faux prom pictures, it was hysterical. (or maybe it was because of the open bar..... )

I must note that the "Twitard" in me had a hard time resisting the urge to go dance with my non vampire husband in the gazebo that's in the background. The floor did not rotate, but I bet I could have talked him into biting me!!

Friday, October 02, 2009

The Craziest Thing.

At bedtime last night I was frantically searching for "Ashley's" pacy. I would say for the better part of the last 9 months it's been strictly used for nighttime or naptime so it's always in her bed or on the floor somewhere around her bed.

I couldn't find it anywhere. I even sent the Munchkin on a reconnaissance mission under the crib, no luck. I decided at that moment, What the hell? Let's give it a try. I gave her a little blanket and a stuffed animal, she looked at me like she was waiting for more, I gave her a kiss and made a quiet exit and then........ Nothing. She went to sleep. No screaming, no crying. Nothing. They both talked for a little while like they always do but other than that, nada.

Not only did she go to sleep without a fuss, she didn't peep ALL NIGHT! That is a rarity. They even slept until 8:00, lately they've been getting up around 7:00. What's up with that?

My theory is that since she didn't have a pacy to lose during the middle of the night, she didn't wake up looking for it, thus no crying... It's either that or somehow I have cashed in some karma points I didn't know I had. Either way, I'm a happy Momma!

Thursday, October 01, 2009

Love Thy Neighbor.

We have great neighbors, I can't complain at all. Some are a little quirky, like "Cat House" across the street, and "Kentucky Bitch" who after over a year, finally came out of her shell and came over to talk rather than give me the stink eye from the mailbox. The "Bama Pharmacist" and his wife are super nice, "OCD Jeff Lewis" we never see unless he's being OCD in the yard or with the cleanliness of his car, but our favorite by far have to be the ones we refer to as "The Mayor" and his wife. They have lived here for longer than I've been alive, they have kids our age and grand kids that match the ages of our girls. They love our kids and our kids love them.

The other day while taking the Munchkin out with me to get the mail, they were out working in the yard, the Munchkin went over to talk and play while I talked to the wife, Ms. T. She said she had missed seeing us, that between us having all been on vacation, she felt like it had been forever since she had seen the girls. In mid conversation, she looked at me and said " Do you know who you remind me of?" I immediately joked and said "Please don't say Kate Gosselin." She started laughing and said, "that's exactly who you remind me of.. not so much because of all the kids, but because you resemble her, you're both just so cute."

Well, that's different. I don't really know how I feel about that. I also don't really see the resemblance. She has a reverse mullet, I definitely do not. She has Blonde hair, I have brown. She's had lipo in order to be skinny, me, not so much.

The more I thought about it, the more I think she just made up the cute part, all the while trying to figure out how to politely tell me that it's really all of the screaming and yelling that comes from our house. Because that? I'll buy.