While talking with a friend last week about children I told her that if I had known what it would be like to have my two children, I may have stopped at one! Of course then I'd have to think about which child I'd rather have and it became easier just to have them both. They're not an easy two children to have, but Ryan did point out to me, as they played together at a restaurant table, sometimes they are pretty darn cute together.
The girls had fun on their day off Monday dancing to Fat Boy Slim. Madeline has a decidedly gangsta-ish appeal. Notice how Annie inconspicuously aims for the doctor kit.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
55 degrees
Fifty-five degrees. Since it's the beginning of February and we live in a state that has an average temperature around 20 these days, 55 sounds pretty warm doesn't it? The thermometer inched up close to that temperature today in fact. I can tell you, however, that 55 degrees is sometimes a very bad temperature.
Like when it's the temperature of the inside of your house at 4:45am on Monday night. To make matters worse, it's a really bad temperature when your husband is out of state sleeping in a nice warm hotel room while you are freezing your biscuits off with your two little children trying to figure out WHY exactly it is 55 degrees in your house at 4:45am.
This was the scene at our house earlier this week. To my great surprise Ryan answered his cell phone when I called him at 4am in the morning in Denver. He told me to re-light the pilot light. Which are words Ihad heard before, but never needed to know since I've never actually HAD to light a pilot light. Have I ever told you that flaming things scare me? That probably harkens back to the time I almost burnt down our apartment during college but that's for another blog. Ryan INSISTS that there are instructions on the furnace that will tell me exactly how to light this little flame of heat called the "pilot". Unfortunately my ability to converse without dropping "f" bombs is limited when I am both; freezing and tired. Guess what? Our furnace does not have a pilot light!
Like when it's the temperature of the inside of your house at 4:45am on Monday night. To make matters worse, it's a really bad temperature when your husband is out of state sleeping in a nice warm hotel room while you are freezing your biscuits off with your two little children trying to figure out WHY exactly it is 55 degrees in your house at 4:45am.
This was the scene at our house earlier this week. To my great surprise Ryan answered his cell phone when I called him at 4am in the morning in Denver. He told me to re-light the pilot light. Which are words Ihad heard before, but never needed to know since I've never actually HAD to light a pilot light. Have I ever told you that flaming things scare me? That probably harkens back to the time I almost burnt down our apartment during college but that's for another blog. Ryan INSISTS that there are instructions on the furnace that will tell me exactly how to light this little flame of heat called the "pilot". Unfortunately my ability to converse without dropping "f" bombs is limited when I am both; freezing and tired. Guess what? Our furnace does not have a pilot light!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Resolutions
Two years ago I made a resolution to become more "gadget-ized" and over the past two years my beloved betrothed bestowed tech-y birthday gifts galore. I now am the proud owner of a five day forecaster that links into accu-weather, 4gen ipod, pda, smart-ish cell phone, digital SLR and probably other things I don't even recall. I signed up for a MySpace page, joined LinkedIn and "got connected" in a variety of other tech-y ways. Then, IT happened. Last year I lost my pda, and about a month ago I lost my cell phone, I sometimes forget my login and passwords, I go months without checking my email accounts, then we had to use the triple A batteries from my forecaster in order to operate Annie's new remote controlled "My Little Pony" scooter (for her ponies). The list goes on. Did my technological devises fail me, or did I fail them? And what have I learned from all of this? Not that I need a GPS tracking system for all of my junk, but rather that I don't need all the junk. I think in the depths of my subconscious I wanted to lose all of those things. I wanted to be disconnected.
Since July of last year my cell phone was permanently affixed to my hip and that meant one thing; no matter where I was or what I was doing everyone could be connected to me. That's a connection I am not willing to commit to at this time. I am not ready for the commitment to the tech-y world and truth be told I may never be ready for that responsibility. And what I think it says about me is that I don't want to be predictable, that I want to be spontaneous and that for certain moments of my life I want to be free. Free from people. Free from tracking and free from the indiscriminate knowledge of just about everything that society had forced upon us. Where's the fun in knowing everything? What would my role in life be if there was nothing to gain from actual real life people with whom I interact daily? What's wrong with not knowing the answer? My answer to that and my 2009 resolution is: nothing. My resolution this year: to be less "connected" and more alive.
And here's a little secret: I don't check my cell phone voice mail. I probably have messages from weeks ago that I never listened to. And I am horrible about checking the answering machine at home. I sometimes wait a week or more to listen! :)
Since July of last year my cell phone was permanently affixed to my hip and that meant one thing; no matter where I was or what I was doing everyone could be connected to me. That's a connection I am not willing to commit to at this time. I am not ready for the commitment to the tech-y world and truth be told I may never be ready for that responsibility. And what I think it says about me is that I don't want to be predictable, that I want to be spontaneous and that for certain moments of my life I want to be free. Free from people. Free from tracking and free from the indiscriminate knowledge of just about everything that society had forced upon us. Where's the fun in knowing everything? What would my role in life be if there was nothing to gain from actual real life people with whom I interact daily? What's wrong with not knowing the answer? My answer to that and my 2009 resolution is: nothing. My resolution this year: to be less "connected" and more alive.
And here's a little secret: I don't check my cell phone voice mail. I probably have messages from weeks ago that I never listened to. And I am horrible about checking the answering machine at home. I sometimes wait a week or more to listen! :)
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Happy MLK day
The beloved whoppie pie. I pay homage to the great allrecipes for this recipe.
Ryan can do tricks, which he discovered recently when peeling a satsuma tangerine. He can peel the tangerine with one tear AND it will look like an elephant. The girls LOVE this. The one in the picture Madeline peeled herself.
Last night I called everyone to dinner. The first one to the table was Tootsie. No kidding, she was just sitting there waiting. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, she sat in a chair with no place setting. (do you see her little head poking up from the back chair?)
Tootsie waiting for dinner again tonight. Same chair, still no place setting.
Santa brought Madeline a modified ATV. The thing does seven MPH on the high setting. She was trucking around the neighborhood yesterday. Sometimes she is gracious enough to give her sis a ride.Today Madeline and I observed the MLK jr Holiday. Madeline chose to observe the holiday by watching a couple of movies, playing with Mackenzie, swimming, hot tubbing, and driving her mother nuts while I observed the holiday by cleaning the basement, doing pilates, swimming, hot tubbing, baking whoppie pies and doing my best to retain my sanity. Thankfully Ryan and Annie came home before all hope was lost.
Speaking of lost hope, I had an interesting experience this past weekend. On Friday I lost one pearl earring when I was changing before or after Pilates class. It wasn't just any pearl earring, of course, it was the set from our honeymoon. I think we bought it in Mexico. I didn't realize I had lost the earring until bedtime. On Saturday we made our weekly jaunt to the rec. club. As I was dressing to go run I spied the earring (sans back) just sitting on the floor in front of my locker. So I happily picked it up and placed it in my locker. After running I changed and hustled the girls out to take Madeline to her dance class. At some point I realized that I forgot all about the earring. Knowing that I had taken everything out of my locker during my change I was certain the earring was no longer in my locker. Later that night we went back to the rec. club in order to take the girls swimming. Lo and behold the earring was sitting right in front of my locker again. This time I put the earring in my purse and brought it home.
Whilst cleaning the basement I was very happy to find the newspaper clipping from my high school graduation. Fwew! I had been losing sleep trying to figure out where that went. Now I can rest in peace.
Also, the dentist said that her mouth bump is normal and is due to irritation from her six year molar. I am still a little concerned so we'll watch that.
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