Happy Friday! GEAUX Tiger & Hookem' Horns!

Lost and...never found

Aww isn’t that a sweet moment. My boys. He really is the beloved daddy in our home, but he isn’t taking a hiatus at sustaining his Idiot Husband title…

What does a wedding band and house key have in common? The ability to be lost by Idiot Husband…multiple times! Maybe he has an aversion to metal. Or maybe he just enjoys witnessing the gaze of bewilderment in my eyes when he asks me to obtain replacements of these items.

The key request always starts off the same:
“How many keys did you get made last time?”‘
2’ (I like even numbers)
“Only 2, not several?”
‘No, only 2. What have you done with them?’
“I don’t know, that is why I need you to make more keys”

So enlightening. Why does he continue to take the house key off of his keychain? These are questions I cannot worry my pretty little head about.

The ring story/request can vary…but it always starts off with water and ends with him using a metal detector. The latest one goes like so:

“Did you see me wearing my ring when I was on the roof?”
‘Um, no. It was raining and you were cleaning the gutters on a metal ladder so I decided to stay inside so the kids wouldn’t see their daddy become a human lightening rod.’
“Well I think I had it on when I got off the roof and it maybe came off when I was using the water hose.”
‘Actually dear, I did witness your impressive dismount from the roof onto the fence, but checking to see if you were in one piece distracted me from checking your ring finger specifically.’

The next few days involved a treasure hunt with a metal detector, which delighted the boy and girl, but revealed no wedding band. He is now on #3…in 7 years. Not a good ratio Idiot Husband.

Accessories and Examples

Girlfriend loves her accessories! She finds hats and props to pose with all day. And she chooses these items, and dresses herself with them. I'm just fortunate enough to have my camera handy :)Here are 2 of her latest styles


Rainboots and a piglet pancake pan? why not!


Viking hat. Check. Water gun. Check.

HAPPY FRIDAY...AND ZOO DAY!

A trip to the ER, classic family evening

Does this look like a sick baby to you? Maybe sick of being decorated with stickers from her big brother. So you can imagine how shocked we were when she literally could not get a full breath of air later that night. One ER trip later, and she has croup cough and pneumonia. Who does?? My laughing, dancing, huge appetite having, no fever running, never coughing, pleasantly dispositional child? Uh huh. Daddy was on duty with this one, so I asked him if the Dr and nurses gave him dirty looks and if we should expect a visit from CPS. Really, there were no signs, but we felt terrible for her all the same. Here is a picture of her with her 1st ER bracelet


If she is as much like her daddy as this rough and tumble little girl seems to be, this will be the start of a collection.

And what are these pictures below? Oh just my 2 crazed children at the pediatricians office the next day. Due to the lack of symptoms I wanted to get some blood work done to verify her diagnosis. They had other plans. Plans to destroy the good doctor’s office while we waited for the results. Literally, she tore up books behind my back while I was attempting to put the examination table back together. The boy likes things in pieces. I failed, and just placed the metal parts on top of the table. I’m not sure if that look from the nurse was of pity for me handling these two alone or of pity for the bill she knew I was going to get now.

And then there were 4

Let’s continue with catching up for August. Sick babies was a natural consequence of the new school, which I will save for a later rant. That brings us to the newest additions to my home that I have to feed and clean. Fish. Boring fish. Idiot Husband’s idea. Fish? We ended up at the pet store last Sunday to see the adoption animals. The cute furry kind. We somehow ended up showing the kids “Nemos”. An hour later we are setting up a tank at our house. The boy and girl each have a stool to stand on to get a better view of their new pets, aka mommy’s new responsibility.
And what am I asked constantly by the boy?
“where Nemo mama, where Nemo?”
The boy repeats everything twice. To ensure he is heard, or to emphasize the importance of his inquisitiveness, I’m not sure. Anyway, I point at a fish and tell him there is Nemo.
“no mama, not Nemo, that is fish.”
So Idiot Husband has successfully bought plain old fish. No Nemos. Therefore, no interest to the children. Which is a good thing since only one week in, and there is one less Nemo.

Sick and Stupid

Sick babies, sick mommy, mommy’s birthday, new pets, new child care, and the usual excuses are the latest excuses for no blogging. Let me start with sick babies (3 weeks ago). I get a call at work from a frantic daddy that the boy has thrown up several times and there is no where left to sit in the house. Apparently the boy chose the furniture to get sick on. Even though he doesn’t directly ask, I know this is my cue to leave the office. I arrive home to a boy with a fever, but no more upset tummy and a teething girl who wants to play. This I expected. I did not expect all of the cushions from my couch and chair in the driveway, along with the cushion covers draped across my laundry drying rack. This rack is meant for sweaters. In my house. Not in the front lawn to display my living room upholstery. Does the sun not shine in our backyard oh Idiot Husband? I am still awaiting the HOA reprimand…
The photo is after I re-dressed my furniture, but not the kids. Sick babies are happiest in pull-ups and diapers :)

Every Room Should Have a Fridge

The boy and I went on a short shopping trip Saturday morning. We headed out to buy another jogging stroller…and bought a new fridge instead. Don’t ask. My newest addition was delivered the next day and that is how Sunday turned into renovate the house day. The old fridge is not broken, I’m just sick of the bottom freezer drawer. So we plan to keep it in the garage for extra storage space. The garage however needs extra storage space. One guest room makeover and hauled away trailer full of garage treasures later, there is a site designated for the old fridge. Have you asked yourself where the fridge is currently dwelling? In my dining room! Because this is where Idiot Husband parked it so to keep it plugged in while we were rearranging. This made sense. Today, three days later, it does not. This better not turn into the Christmas Tree stand off of 2007. That fake tree was up until Easter. This fridge better not see a holiday. Especially since the next one isn’t until September. Lord help him.

Happy Friday!

Oldie but Goodie. Picture from Easter shoot, but I just love it so I had to share.

Growing and Growing

Eat and smile. Smile and eat. This is the life of baby girl. She eats snacks constantly and when it’s meal time, she eats hers and then reaches over to her brother’s plate to help him polish it off. Then when daddy gets home, she shares his dinner too. Somehow she has managed to lose 3 of her chubby rolls on her legs (1 on left leg, 2 on right). Yes, I notice these things. She is so active, running after her brother, that she is somehow thinning out despite the enormous amounts of food she eats. My baby is turning into a toddler. Sigh. PS-these are photos taken in the past few weeks. It’s always easy to catch a pic of her putting food in her mouth!

And it begins...

Ahh crap. My organization essentials have started to arrive. No more procrastinating. First shipment of four fairly large boxes came yesterday, which excited the kids immensely. The Boy ran back to their kitchen and returned with a plastic knife. He tried to “cut” the tape on the boxes to open them. I guess he watches mommy open her goodies via internet shopping a little too often. The Girl was happy just climbing on them. The first box that I opened puzzled me. I could not recall ordering anything that would need these large boxes, and then The Boy discovered why they were so large: retailer’s wasting resources. Refer to photos of the vast amount of paper needed to ship and protect this petite table top ironing board. It provided a brief moment of entertainment for the kids, but still bugs me.

As for the ironing board, yes, I broke down and purchased an iron. Fortunately it has yet to arrive so the chore of ironing is not added to my chaos as of today. I have never owned an iron. I have only attempted to iron once. Did not work out well. I bring clothes to the drycleaners for them to iron…or to my mother in laws housekeeper. But this is getting silly. The kids wardrobe is ever expanding and I need to suck it up and do this chore myself. Maybe. Maybe if her housekeeper quits. And the new one doesn’t iron.

Fun with knots...

Really? Does this book title captivate you? Make you want to learn all about knots and waste your precious spare time tying them? If you answered no to these intriguing questions, you are not Idiot Husband. We made a trip to Barnes and Noble Sunday, and while I was checking out, he runs up all excited b/c he found this fascinating book that teaches you how to tie a useless amount of knots. And to make it more exciting-it was on the clearance rack! Wow, imagine that? What luck to have found this enthralling book, and on sale as a bonus. Idiot Husband was well on his way to a perfect Sunday. So as a basket of laundry lay at his feet to fold, a garage called his name for a clean up, a backyard anticipated a weeding, a shower head waited to be replaced, and trashcans expected to be placed at the curb…he sat. With this book. And two pieces of rope. Beaming, and occasionally urging me to see just how cool his latest accomplished knot was.
What was I doing during his retreat into the world of knots ? Wiping noses, cooking dinner. preparing next day lunches and bags, washing clothes, playing kitchen, reading the Boo Boo book, playing horsey (I, being the horsey), downloading pictures, updating laptop b/c too many pictures, singing ABC’s and Twinkle Twinkle, and occasionally pausing to see a cool knot. God love em.

Clutter Chaos

Chaos? Doting on and caring for 2 kiddos under 2, working semi-full time and trying my damnest to be a good and patient wifey, is all part of life. No big deal. But then I add little projects (like this blog for instance) into the mix. Currently I am on a de-clutter every closet in my house mission. I started by ordering a bunch of organization “necessities” from a couple of websites last week. This helped to prolong the mission b/c obviously I cannot start without these essentials. So while this is in limbo, I am in the middle of Lysoling and washing unused baby gear items so that I can get rid of that type of clutter. So far, this task is making me crazed b/c of nostalgia reasons mostly. Mommies can understand this. Daddies cannot. And the daddy in my house is wasting his time trying to figure out the meaning behind the craziness- wondering if this is b/c I want another baby (not really), or am sad my babies are growing up (this could be the correct answer to almost any question), or that the house still looks like we have out grown it even with this stuff gone (good guess), or maybe it’s just b/c I am realizing how much money I’ve spent on all this crap that still looks brand new (ding ding ding!).

Hello!

I have been married for 7 years to the love of my life, whom I lovingly refer to as Idiot Husband. It truly is a term in endearment, and a term that I use with my friends when we share his mishaps and misgivings. He is vaguely aware of it, and this wonderful attitude towards my quirks and wittiness is how we keep our marriage strong. He really does add entertainment to our home without knowing, nor knowing any better. Together we are raising the two most precious children that are the center of my universe. They are 14 months apart and I refer to them as the twins lately b/c they mimic each other and play together with their secret jibber jabber like I would imagine twins to do. The boy is 2 and the girl very recently turned 1. They look just like mommy and act just like daddy. Lord help us all. The girl is beautiful and tough, and showing signs of cunningness that frightens me a bit. The boy is strong willed and loving, and not showing much room in his vocabulary for any other word but “no”. This blog will be mostly about my unconditional love for those angels and whatever stories I’m not too embarrassed to share, although at this stage in the mommy game I don’t have much shame!