Monday, March 01, 2010

A Birthday (and a Half)!

Little did I know that I had one more surprise awaiting me before drifting off to sleep on Friday night. As soon as I finished my addendum to the last post, I checked my email one more time before lights out and lo and behold there was a tantalizingly exciting email entitled "Birthday Invitation" from my better half. I opened it to find the following:


Let the festivities begin! After an unsuccessful morning of trying to get the kids to clean the house, we decided to just get on with the party. The kids were so excited that there was no use delaying the inevitable. All morning long (and for the whole entire week, really) Ethan has been telling me how much I'm going to LOVE the present he picked out. I believe his exact words were "you're going to scream when you see what I got you!" So, after lunch we set up station in the Living Room to open a few of my presents.



Now, if you take a close look at my birthday invitation, there is a clue that I missed at first glance. When Scott said he would take care of the details from "A-Z" -- he meant it. Mmmmhmmm, that's right.






A birthday celebration in 26 pieces which started when he handed me my birthday card with the letter J taped to it.





J -- is for the Jonas Brothers

I was laughing so hard when I first opened this card because a.) look at that cover -- it's hilarious, and b.) I recently discovered my love of the Jonas Brothers over President's Day Weekend when Disney broadcasted an all-day marathon of Jonas. I am not ashamed to admit that I have LONG been a fan of Disney's tv shows and I may or may not watch them on occasion when there aren't even any of the kids around.


(the card folds out to a mini-poster of the brothers)


W -- is for Wizards of Waverly Place valentines
Alright, alright. I'm really, really lame I know -- just see the above paragraph. One of my other favorite Disney shows is Wizards. I'm very easily entertained, okay? Anyway, Grace was the one to present me with my next gift which was a box of valentines.





F -- is for Frosted Cherry Pop Tarts
They're my favorites. Enough said.






M -- is for MopAs in a Shark Steam Mop. (And THIS is Ethan's present to me). Yep, this is the present that I was supposed to scream about. Hahaha. Just call Ethan Danny Tanner -- because apparently he really likes to clean. Or at least he really likes a clean house. Or a Full House. Hahahahaha. I wonder if he's trying to tell me something. For the record, he threw about 4 melt-down fits over the course of the weekend all because I wouldn't set it up for him to mop the kitchen. I finally appeased him by promising he could mop at bedtime tonight when the girls went up to bed.



G -- is for Graeter's
The best ice cream in the world.
I see a little coconut chip ice cream coming my way very soon!


L -- is for Little Party Favors (some of the letters are a bit of a stretch)Just look at how proud she is! She was so excited to pass them out. She assembled them all herself in her bedroom the night before. I know you're all dying to know what's inside, so wonder no more -- we each got a construction paper heart, a littlest pet shop junk, a little green army man leftover from Ethan's party bags last summer, and a ring for the girls. Priceless.







T -- is for Trim

In a genius move, Scott took Ethan with him to the barber shop to get their hair cut, so I wouldn't have to do it. Love it.



E -- is for Easter Egg Reese's Peanut Butter Cups (or muffin treats as we call them in our house)
These are quite simply, the best. I love the Easter Egg ones the most of all the specialty kind.




P -- is for Post-It Notes
I think it's a fairly well-documented fact that I love Post-It notes. :)


V -- is for Valenti
For a shampoo and blow-out. Easily my favorite part of getting my hair done.


With the first round of present-opening over, we headed into the kitchen to eat some cupcakes I picked up from the bakery that morning. I figured since they wouldn't be coming with us to dinner, and since I wasn't planning on making a birthday cake for myself, they could at least have some little treat.

Q -- is for Quiet Time coupon
For the rest of the afternoon I enjoyed the peace and quiet of lounging in bed, playing around on the computer, and squeezing in a little shut-eye upstairs while Scott manned the troops downstairs. It was fabulous.


D -- is for Dinner Date




The baby-sitter got here around 6 and after getting her to snap a picture of us before we left, we were off for our night out on the town! Coming with us was a few more wrapped gifts and my SUPER surprise housed in Scott's handy-dandy P&G backpack.



S -- is for Symphony bar
While driving out to the Cheesecake Factory (almost half an hour away), I quickly realized that I should have heeded Scott's advice from earlier in the day to eat something around 3 so that I wouldn't be starving before dinner (let's just say that his advice was not un-founded based on our out-to-dinner experience from the weekend before where I was scrounging around the car looking for any kind of snack to tide me over until we got to the work dinner we were going to and literally ate the crumbs at the bottom of the Wheat Thins box I found in the back seat -- me and an empty stomach don't mix). Well, I didn't eat anything and I should have, and since the Wheat Thins from the week before were gone, I scarfed down one of these babies in the hopes that it would help a little. It didn't, in case you're wondering.




Z -- is for The Zookeeper's WifeOne of the books on my "To Read" list for 2010.


U -- is for Us Weekly
A guilty pleasure.



K -- is for Kenwood

By the time we got to the mall, the wait for The Cheesecake Factory was an HOUR and 45 MINUTES! On any other outing, I think we would have just bailed and gone somewhere else, but this was my birthday dinner, dang it! And I had been dreaming about it all week long! After putting our name on the list, and then realizing there was NO WAY I would last almost 2 hours without eating something, I went over to the Take Out ordering area and said something along the lines of having low blood sugar and needing some of their bread right away so that I wouldn't pass out. Okay, maybe I didn't say that last part, but I did beg for some bread and they were nice enough to oblige the birthday girl.

How pathetic is this? Sitting by the side in the mall, eating some bread and butter. But oh, it was good!



Y -- is for Your Choice
During all that down time at the mall before we could be seated at the restaurant, I picked out these bracelets at Ann Taylor with my birthday money. They just feel luxurious. I love them. Sophie really loves them, too, so I think I will have to hide them when not in use.



It was close to 9 before we finally got seated, and when we did we got the waiter to snap our picture for us. Meanwhile, Scott had been carrying around his backpack the whole time and I was DYING to know what my big surprise present was.



N -- is for Notes from Friends and Family
The piece de resistance! When Scott finally pulled this out and handed it to me and explained what it was, I literally had tears in my eyes. You like me, you really like me! Hahahaha. Seriously, though, thank you SO much to everyone who conspired with Scott to make this the best surprise ever! Inside this book were memories, and pictures, and poems, and even a crossword puzzle all for ME. It was so awesome and I love it.


We have a saying in our family that when someone wants to be complimented or told how great or wonderful they are that they need to have their "bow tied." When we were little my mom used to tell us a story about a dress she had when she was a girl and a really kind teacher who always complimented her whenever she wore it. She loved having this teacher's attention so much, that she would untie her sash on purpose just so she could go up to her desk and ask her to tie the bow for her, because without fail whenever the teacher tied her bow she would always say something to her about how beautiful her dress was or how nice she looked that day. Scott figured (and rightly so) that hearing from all of YOU would be the perfect way to let me know how great I am. So thank you, thank you, thank you all for tying my bow!



C -- is for Cheesecake
How can I go to the Cheesecake Factory and not have cheesecake for dessert??



Alright, we're almost done here with my birthday gifts!


A -- is for Amazon gift card


H -- is for The Help




X -- is for xoxo




B -- is for Blender




R -- is for Rebel (a raincheck, that is, for a Canon Rebel XSi as soon as we save up our pennies)


(I -- was for Invitation)

O -- is for Oatmeal
For my actual birthday on Sunday, the kids were DYING to bring me breakfast in bed. And since Scott knows that I live for my morning bowl of oatmeal, that is what they brought me (along with the birthday hat, of course).



Of course, peace and quiet were not part and parcel with this breakfast in bed! The picture (especially Ethan's face) above pretty much sums up the morning. The kids were running all around the room, screaming, fighting, picking on each other, whining to me, throwing fits, and all-in-all just being themselves the entire time I was eating. But even in the midst of all that chaos, I couldn't help but laugh a little as I watched them and feel a great big wallop of love in my heart for these crazy little children that are all mine.


{And now a brief interlude for the Half Birthday girl! Janie Boo turned 6 months old on my big day. She is beyond precious and I can't believe she has already been with us for half a year. That is just crazy to me. At 6 months she's not quite sitting up on her own, but can roll to get what she wants. Her first little tooth popped through just this week, and I think a second is on its way! She be precious.}




The rest of the day felt less like a birthday and more like any given Sunday. We were almost on time for church, Grace was in show-off mode during sacrament meeting, I had to teach in Relief Society, Scott had to teach the Deacons, and Jane was a model child once again. But hey, at least I finally got a family photo of the 6 us taken!


Grace's birthday present to me was that she let me do her hair for church.



Here is Sophie "baring her teeth" like Sheila Rae the Brave.



One big happy family! (Apparently Jane really likes my bracelets, too!)




One last shot of the infamous spreadsheet. Hahaha.


And there you have it, the best birthday ever! I think I need to get started ASAP to plan Scott's 4oth just to make sure that it is as awesome as this one was. Now that the birthday weekend is over, it's back to life, back to reality. And just what are we going to do in that reality? I'm going to see if I can convince the kids that this would be a good week to start some spring cleaning!

(And scene.)



Friday, February 26, 2010

Birthday Eve Eve

That's right folks, in two more days it is my birthday. And as this landmark 3oth event is rapidly approaching, I have to admit that I am totally experiencing some major anxiety! Now, before I get lots of comments from anyone older than me that 30 is not old and that I'm such a baby, etc. let me just explain. It's not that I think 30 is "old," it's just that it sounds so much older than I feel. In my deluded mind, I'm just barely out of my college years and still "young," "fresh," and "hip." Hahahaha. Haha. Now that I'm approaching my 30's, I finally have to be a grown-up. Because apparently the 4 kids under my belt hasn't done the trick yet. Woe is me.

To ease this transition into the rest of my life, I have a super party planning committee to thank. To silence all my moaning and groaning and whining and complaining about turning 30, Scott has been working overtime to ensure that this birthday is one for the ages. And since my birthday is on a Sunday this year, the festivities will commence tomorrow! I can't wait to see what kind of surprises are in store. I mean come on, Scott has even created an Excel spreadsheet to aid in his planning and prepping for the event! And I can't underestimate the planning capabilities of those kids of mine, either. Based on the agenda Ethan just brought down for me after an impromptu party planning session with the girls when they were supposed to be going to bed, it looks like they will be taking care of me as well. All-in-all, it's nice to be spoiled every now and then. Hahaha.

(Scott working on my birthday plans as we speak)


(The Party schedule according to the kids -- in case you can't read the list of activities, here they are: 0.) Sleep, 1.) Surprise, 3.) Present time, maybe decorate cookies, 5.) Sing, 6.) Cake time, maybe cupcakes, maybe ice cream, 9.) Party bags, 10.) Baby-sitter. I'm not quite sure what kind of numbering system he was using. Hahaha.)



Alright, now that THAT is out of my system -- here is what else we've been up to.

  • Snow
  • Snow
  • and more Snow



  • Potty training Sophie (FINALLY)
  • Snowman building





  • Valentine's Day


  • and more Painting (this time the Laundry Room -- I'll post pictures when I'm finished [and don't worry, it won't take as long as the kitchen and family room])

So pretty much just same old, same old. Nothing too new or exciting going on. So basically this is a pretty lame post. To spice things up, let's debate the following: Would you classify me as a "Type A" personality? Because apparently that's what I appear to be according to a random stranger who was chatting with me while standing behind me in line at the post office a couple of weeks ago. Hmmm. I'm not quite sure what I even said in our conversation that would prompt this kind of comment from him, but now it's got me really paranoid about what kind of impression I leave on people.

Apparently perfect strangers standing behind me in all kinds of lines lately feel comfortable striking up conversations with me as evidenced by a recent encounter while grocery shopping at Wal-Mart. As I was checking out after a big shopping trip the other day, I heard someone say "what's a free space?" And I was like, huh? Is she talking to me? So, I turn around and find this lady looking over my monthly menu that is still hanging over the handlebar of my buggy (or shopping cart as most of you call it). I answered her question quickly while trying to get the rest of my groceries on the conveyor belt and then it became 20 Questions or something! "Do you mind if I take a look at your menu?" (sure, go ahead) "Do you have a leftover night once a week?" (usually, it just depends on how much is leftover) "How many kids do you have?" (four) "How old are they?" (6, 5, 3, & almost 6 months) "Do you do all your grocery shopping at Wal-Mart?" (mostly -- it's definitely cheaper, but if we run out of milk or bread or need just a few things we'll usually just run to our local Kroger) "Do you always make up a monthly menu?" (In theory, yes -- in actuality making up the menu is my least favorite part of the process and in most months a couple of weeks usually go by before I finally get around to making one) "What do you serve on the side?" (a fruit and a vegetable) "Thanks, I always like to get new ideas for what to make for dinner" (no problem, you're welcome).


So there you have it. And in case you're still wondering, Free Space means whatever is easy (like canned soup or frozen pizza), leftover, or the kids can do themselves (such as cereal or Pop Tarts). Just call me "Mother of the Year."

And finally -- a parting shot:

In addition to sucking her thumb, Jane has taken to playing with her hair at the same time. Precious.


Alright, I'm out. Peace.

Addendum
Okay, I'm not quite out, yet. I just went to go kiss the kiddies goodnight before going to bed myself and found this sight in Grace's room.





They really made Party Bags for me. Tender. I'm getting kind of excited for my birthday...

Monday, February 08, 2010

Help my sisters get to Poland!

So my super talented sisters, Laura and Amy, are entering a short film contest to try and make it all the way to the finals in Poland. Please, pretty please, click on the link below to vote for their film and give them your support!

http://imaginecup.com/Competition/DisplayVideo.aspx?CompetitionId=39&TeamId=21370

Sunday, February 07, 2010

My Life in Blog Titles

As I go throughout my day, more often than not, I find myself creating blog titles in my head to describe whatever event or activity is going on. Whenever something funny, or crazy, or aggravating, or weird (or anything, really) happens, I think to myself -- if I were going to blog about this "blah, blah, blah" would be the perfect title for the post. The problem is that most of the time none of these little stories are all that blog-worthy on their own so I end up shuffling them aside and waiting for the ONE that will sum up everything that has been happening. And then a whole month goes by without a post. So, for tonight I've decided to string these little episodes along into one great, big narrative...


Doing a Little Day-Seizing

On Tuesday of this week, after spending a productive morning running errands sans children and shopping for birthday stuff for Sophie, I decided that I was REALLY going to be productive and finally get around to finishing up the kitchen paint job. I had majorly cleaned and de-cluttered the kitchen the day before and once I got Grace off to preschool and the little girls down for naps, I pulled out the paint and brushes and went to work. And work it was. (It was here, with paintbrush in hand that I thought "I'm just doing a little day-seizing. Wouldn't that be the perfect title if I were going to blog about this.") Let's just say I got my activity points in for the day. Not only was I painting the entire 2 1/2 hours the girls were sleeping, but after I got Ethan and Grace home from school I continued to finish things up for at least another hour or two.




The Horror, The Horror

Along these lines of seizing the day and getting things cleaned and de-cluttered I decided it was time to tackle Grace's room (hence the title which came to me as I was wading through boxes of trash and junk in the battlefield of her room). For the record, I'll just say right here that Grace goes beyond pack-rat and into the realm of trash-rat. She literally had 2 old diaper boxes FULL of garbage and trash and junk stashed away in the corner of her room (containing among other things the calcified remains of several of Sophie's old wet diapers [and one of Jane's], and lots and lots of paper). In her defense, I'm PRETTY sure that these started out as boxes for her junks to live in and then kind of got taken over as trash receptacles during one of the many clean-up jobs she tried to do on her own. In all honesty, Grace is actually pretty good at "cleaning up" her room when it's on her own terms and in her own time (her own sweet time).

However, the time had come once again to organize and de-junk and I kid you not when I say that cleaning her room gives me heart palpitations. A feeling of hyper-ventilation comes on and I have to tell myself consciously just to breathe and take it one thing at a time. Because there is so much stuff EVERYWHERE, it seriously stresses me out and overwhelms me to the point of incapacitation. Just ask Scott. He called me in the midst of this cleaning frenzy and immediately asked me what was wrong. I responded that we needed to nip this thing in the bud -- i.e. Grace's pack-rat problem -- or she WILL become the crazy cat lady when she grows up. Scott laughed, but I was only kind of joking. Two hours, one large garbage bag, and several-(hundred)-pony-tail-holders-found later, the room was sparkling clean and vacuumed.


Sweet Sassy Molassy

We've been having a bit of an attitude problem around here lately. Talking back, screaming, disrespect, and rudeness have hit an all-time high. After reading a remedy on someone else's blog, I decided that what we need is our own "Sassy Spray" here in our house. In case you'd like to steal the idea, too, all you need is some apple cider vinegar and a spray bottle. I'm sure any kind will do. As of right now, anytime the kids talk back (especially when they say "NO!" after we've told them to do something), say bad words, or if they're just being plain rude and disrespectful, they get a little sassy spray in their mouths. So far it's been pretty effective -- although the hardest part is catching them and prying their mouths open when they know the spray is coming. You should see how fast Sophie runs when I tell her she's being sassy. It's hilarious. Hopefully, it will not need to be used for too much longer.




Red Velvet Cake Really Stains -- Like, A Lot

Speaking of the little sassy-pants -- the supermuppet turned 3 today! I convinced her this year that she wanted a Valentine theme for her birthday party, which we celebrated yesterday, and she ran with it from there. On the agenda for the day was making her heart cake (with raspberries on top because that's what was on the picture when I bought the pan), decorating heart sugar cookies, and opening presents.

The cake was red velvet, which in theory was great because it was one of the only box mixes I could find without any dairy in it. In actuality, it made a big mess. I thought the staining would end once the batter was cooked, but it didn't -- even the cake crumbs smeared on the floor left their mark. All-in-all though, it was worth it to see Sophie enjoying her very first piece of cake EVER. And even though she ended up eating mostly the icing (which was also dairy-free thanks to Earth Balance buttery sticks, soy milk, and a recipe search on vegweb.com) it was still a joyous sight to behold.








The sugar cookies were also made with said Earth Balance sticks and "Buttercream" frosting. The result? Surprisingly delicious if I may say so myself. And while the kids aren't the biggest fans of actually eating the cookies, they sure did have fun decorating them.






Sophie's presents this year seemed to be a hit. I took Ethan and Grace with me to Toy R Us the other night to each pick out a gift for her, and the results were pretty typical -- they each got her something that THEY really wanted. Grace picked out a dog junk and Ethan picked out a toy broom and dust pan. To round things out, I got some cheapy dress-up stuff for the girlie-girl as well as a Memory game and Crazy 8s (which she actually really loves). I'm pretty sure Sophie had an awesome day. Tonight, however, when the pacifier is being left for the "Pluggie Fairy" might be a different story...







Me and My Iron Constitution

When Scott and I first started dating, I noticed something that has become a recurring theme throughout our life together -- Scott seems to get sick a lot and I don't. At least not seriously sick. In what has become an inside joke, we always say it's because I have such an iron constitution. Well, me and my iron constitution are still going strong this winter. Poor Scott has been burning the midnight oil with work stuff this last week and as a result he's feeling a bit under the weather today. Luckily, my iron constitution has not failed me too much and aside from a slight head cold I haven't had any major sickness so far this season. This is definitely a blessing seeing as to how the past month has been consumed with taking care of 4 sick kiddies and a false alarm for whooping cough.

Ethan and Grace had had a little cough for a few days (but no fever or anything else) and I had been sending them to school anyway, and then Ethan's school sent home an email on a Friday afternoon saying there had been a confirmed case of whooping cough in his grade and not to send any kid to school who might potentially be sick. Well, when Sophie and Jane both came down with coughs and fevers on that Sunday, I figured I should probably take them in to the doctor to get it checked out just in case. Luckily, the test came back negative and after a couple of (LONG) days having all the kids at home with me, I was able to send Ethan and Grace back to school and eventually Sophie and Jane got better, too. Which was a good thing because sick Sophie is a PILL. And a half.


Physical Labor is Not My Forte
Like much of the country right now we woke up yesterday morning to a winter wonderland. It snowed pretty much all day long, and by the time it stopped in the afternoon, there was quite a bit to shovel out there in the driveway. In an effort to get some activity points in for the day and hopefully counter-balance all the junk I ate in conjunction with Sophie's birthday party, I went on out at quarter to 5 to start shoveling. Let's just say it was hard. The snow was super wet, super heavy, and -- where the car had driven over it -- super packed down. It took me a full hour (and then some) to finally get it done. Ethan tried to help, but he's not quite up to the task yet. A few more years and then I will gladly relinquish the task to him.




All in a Day's Work

While we're on the subject of physical labor, I guess I've just been a glutton for punishment this week. With the kitchen all cleaned up and painted, I realized I couldn't put off mopping any longer. This project once again ended up taking all of nap time and a few more hours after that as well. It also involved using up an entire bottle of ammonia and getting down on my hands and knees to scrub each and every individual tile. It was intense. Let's just say I will not be waiting so long to mop the floor next time.

Also on my docket this past month has been shuttling Grace to her new ballet lessons once a week. She is super excited about the class, and I'm super excited about the fact that she lets me pull her hair back off her face at least once a week. A friend in our ward teaches the class out of her house, and when we drop Grace off, we pick up her two boys to come back to our house to play with Ethan. Thursdays are now his favorite day of the week, and I have discovered that our family would have a VERY different dynamic if we had 3 boys and 1 girl instead of the other way around!






I Am Not Above Bribing My Children

For the last few Sundays, I have resorted to using a bag of candy to bribe the kids into good behavior at church. The rules are simple. Every 5 minutes I dole out one more piece of candy, provided they have been quiet, good, and reverent enough during that time. If they ask if it's time for another Starburst (or Tic Tac or whatever the candy may be) they don't get one for that 5 minutes. Simple as that. And remarkably effective. The kids (minus Sophie who was still not quite back up to par after her bout with the non-whooping cough) lasted for all 2 hours of Stake Conference last week and aside from a few chastenings were rather well-behaved. So, there you have it. I am NOT above bribing my children.



And finally a few random tidbits:

Ethan was so excited to be the first person in his class to complete his "math scroll" -- writing the numbers 1 through 1000.



Grace is excited to (kind of) learn how to read.




Sophie was excited to be Sister Friendly for Family Home Evening a couple of weeks ago.



And I am excited to read through this stack of library books. After culling through several book lists -- mostly from recommendations on other people's blogs -- I have created an Excel spreadsheet with a couple dozen books that are on my "To Read in 2010" list. So far I've knocked 4 off the list -- Rebecca, Fablehaven, The Fortune Cookie Chronicles, and The Lightning Thief. (I'm on Goodreads if you want to be my friend. Hahaha.).


(In case anyone's wondering -- Jane is still a little sugar pop and melts my heart on a daily basis. We've discovered that rolling over to her stomach and sucking her thumb help her sleep better and longer at nap time and night. I love my little thumb-sucker).



The End



("And now do you like my hat?" --
5 points to whoever can name what kid's book this quote is from)