Child proof

Does my coffee table look a little cluttered  Do you notice anything on the coffee table that’s a little out of place?  Maybe that big piece of pink chalk right in the middle?  I noticed that this morning…  Yah, it’s been there for probably 2 weeks.  It is a complete wonder that a pink chalk line isn’t circling the living room–pink scribbles on the brand new sofa or pink on the rug.  It has literally just sat there for 2 weeks.  Shew.  I guess, I do have pretty amazing kids… Or else, they haven’t noticed it.

My eldest really surprised me this week.  Our house is pretty well kid friendly but my no means “child proof.”  We don’t have any cabinet locks or foam pads taped to corners or gates on the stairs.  We’re “always” watching them; so, I think it’s important to teach what’s okay to get into and what’s not…  Most chemicals and things are out of reach.

Except for the dishwashing liquid.  I’ve got to watch out.  If I leave the dishwasher door open, Abby will get out the dishwashing liquid and pretend to pour it in!  So cute.

This week, though, while I was NOT watching Sophia, she got into something that gave me a BIG scare.  She was standing at the kitchen counter playing with a tea cup, a tea bag and a packet of sugar.

I left the room for just a minute to take Abby to Daddy.  I heard Sophia yell, “I think I just hurt myself with a knife!”

She had pulled out a huge utility knife from the knife block and sliced her palm with it.  It bled like crazy.  I freaked out.  Thankfully, it was nothing that a little Neosporin and a princess band-aid couldn’t fix.  It was really eye-opening, though.  I keep forgetting that she’s just a little girl, not even 3-years old.  We had a good talk about.  She definitely understands now that a knife is not a toy, not for little girls, and the shiny part will cut you.  Thank goodness a lesson was learned without a trip to the emergency room.

Back to the craziness that is life lately…

Who am I.

I have recently been named in a meme by a fellow stay-at-home mom blogger.  Her blog, Blogging While Nursing, is pretty fun.  I’ve been draggin my feet a little bit, as talking about the kids is often a lot easier than talking about me…  Let’s face it.  They’re cuter, funnier, and snugglier.

These are pretty fun questions, so let’s give it a go.  It’s a cold, rainy day here.  I’m snuggled on the couch with my coffee–kids are asleep (woohoo!).  Here’s to a few answers about me.

If you can go back and relive one moment, what would it be?

Definitely not childbirth… not my wedding day… I’ve got two, dead tie.  1) Summer of ’07 before Sophia was conceived, my husband and I were running around Prague in the middle of the night “barhopping” with two very dear friends.  It was our last night with them, and they wanted to show us a good time.  It was beautiful, romantic, fairy-tale like, a wee emotional, and oh-so sweet.  Miss those friends, and would give an arm and a leg to hang out with them again.  2) October ’07. Barely pregnant with Sophia, husband and I went to see Wilco at the Orpheum in Omaha, NE.  Besides Wilco being fantastic and playing for more hours than my bladder could stand, we got introduced to Andrew Bird who opened up for Wilco.  This was when he was playing solo.  What a show!  Wow, his music, voice and presence completely enveloped the room.  It was perfect!  I don’t know if that night could be recreated.  We’ve seen both bands since, but not at all the same show.

If you could go back in time and change one thing, what would it be?

With out a doubt my major in college.  I majored in math and got a masters in math ed.  I hate math now… no… it’s just that you shouldn’t expect an 18-year old who has no idea who they are to pick a major that will determine their career choices.  I found out that I LOVE little kids!  And, I’m pretty good at teaching them.  If I could do it again, I would get an elementary ed. degree and a masters in library science.  I don’t know.  Maybe, I’m a late bloomer, but as I inch closer to 30, I’m finally getting a little taste of “who I am.”

What movie or TV character do you most resemble in personality?

Kristina Braverman from “Parenthood.”  She’s very type-A, super hardworking, slightly anal and overprotective.  She LOVES her family, tries not to muddle and hover but winds up muddling and hovering…

What TV/movie character would you most like to be?

Joan Allen plays Arlene Groden in “Off the Map.”   Simple movie, worth watching.  She’s a beautiful, gracious, hippie wife who lives “off the map” in New Mexico.  They live with almost no income completely off the land (and the dump).  They do everything for themselves.  She has no worries in the world.  She’s a great gardener, cans much of her food, and cooks everything from scratch (of course.)  She invites everyone for dinner, loves everyone she meets, and is so gracious to her husband through his battle with depression.  What a lady.  I want to live just like her.

Name one habit you would like to change about yourself. 

My inability to be a morning person.  I’d love to hop out of bed, chipper and alert ready to tackle the day.  Instead, I usually feel like an 80-year old woman every morning.  Complete with aches and pains, grunts, snorts and general cantankerousness.  Ah, hypothyroidism.

Describe yourself in one word.


Describe the person who named you in this meme in one word.


Why do you blog (answer in one sentence)?

I blog because sometimes I want to shake my kids; reflection and storytelling helps me gain perspective.

Name at least 3 people to send this meme to, and then inform them.

I’d love to hear from…




Mothers Day weekend

Shoot.  Am I tired.  We’ve been sick, sick, sick.  For days, days, days.  By the time the weekend came around, we were so stir crazy that, well… we probably overdid it.  Nearly 40 miles of bike riding, sunburn on top of sunburn, and fat bellies from yummy eating out, I’d say I’m tired today.  And, I’m having a bit of “the-weekend-was-awesome-but-now-it’s-Monday-blues.”  The laundry’s piled up.  The house looks like I’ve neglected it for a week.  The refrigerator is empty and stinky…

My kids are having a sort of black Monday, behavior-wise.  Abby is still teething. She’s had 99.5 temp for probably 2 weeks.  Diarrhea, irritability, her molars are popping through bloody and tender.  I’m telling you.  You look at her crosswise, and she will scream like you cut off her hand.  Whew.  She’s a fiesty one.  Testing me.  Testing me.  Looking right at me after I tell her ‘no.’ Puffing up her shoulders and doing it anyway.  Mmm, mmm.  And, well Sophia has decided to fully embody a 3-year old temperament a few weeks before her 3rd birthday.  What ever happening to sweet smiling compliance?!  It was replaced with a real live girl!  With real live opinions!  With a real live personality!  A “I DON’T WANT TO!” girl.  A “I DON’T FEEL LIKE IT!” girl.  Hmmmm.  I hope this phase passes with the cough…

Let me say something positive.  (I often use this blog as a place to rant.)  We did have a wonderful weekend.  My husband showered me with gifts and loveliness (he is lovely), and made it so I had to cook VERY little.  Though we were uber-busy, it was restorative for us all.  We enjoyed ourselves.  We enjoyed each other.  We enjoyed being physically active in our town, riding alongside the beautiful river in the gorgeous warm weather. We got to do my very favorite thing this weekend, twice:  We took a long scenic bike ride downtown. We ate out at a restaurant on the outdoor patio in the sunshine.  And then we went out for ice cream afterwards before taking that long scenic bike ride back home.

My family is wonderful and gracious and appreciative of me.  It gives me joy to be Mother in this house. Let me end on a sweet note with a Mother’s Day weekend slide show.


Well, we’ve all got it.  Some nasty chest cold.  Complete with fever, body aches, coughing, and general malaise.  I had the worst night filled with fever dreams and tossing and turning. It’s like somebody snatched my plush, memory foam mattress and exchanged it for my Papa’s plywood board he used to sleep on.

It doesn’t help that it’s barely gotten above freezing around here.  It snowed a little, yesterday, and a little today, too.  I’ve never in my life longed for Spring like I have this year.  Thank you, Colorado.  Changing my life.  So, I’m cold and achey, breaking the house socks and pullovers back out.  Heaters are blasting.  Kleenex is rolling.  We’re a sight.

The girls sure are pitiful.  They’re getting better, but you can tell that they just don’t feel well.  And, the coughs! They’re enough to send a mama into nurture overdrive.  I tell ya, there’s nothing that’ll make you feel more like an adult than taking care of babies when you yourself feel like $#*!.

We’ve watched a few movies together as a family, though, and that’s been really nice.  Yesterday, we watched Ponyo–adorable movie.  Weird in a Japanese kind of way, but enjoyable, beautiful, and very cute story.  Today, we watched Toy Story (1).  None of us had ever seen it.  It was fun.  Abby was glued to the screen.   It’s been so fun to get to watch movies with Sophia.  She has so many questions.  She gets so excited (and scared).  She loves to cuddle in the scary moments.  I love to watch the wonder and excitement that she exudes. It’s so childlike, so innocent, so wonderful.  Though, we’ve all felt like poo-poo, getting to watch movies together has been really fun.  And, restful.

We’ve all got to get up at 5 a.m. and take Will to the Denver airport in the morning.  He leaves for Salt Lake City.  Jealous.  Sort of.  Business trip.  And, he doesn’t feel well either.  What am I going to do for the 2 1/2 days he’s going to be gone?  Cry.  Curl up in the fetal position? …  Buck up and Mommy the fire out them kids.  Nah.  Lean on the Lord.  I sure pray He makes us well.  I know He’ll keep me strong.