Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
But the hard thing is I find myself weirdly attached to a lot of these things. I keep on looking at the infant clothes that Nolan and Mallory can no longer fit and remember exactly who gave them to us and where they wore it. I want to keep the cute clothes, but there is no way Nolan will fit a "Newborn" onesie again (it would be sort of funny if he tried). I look at the toys that we have had handed down to us or have given to Nolan a few holidays ago. They look so sad in the pile by the door. They are saying,"Please don't sell me!"
We haven't told Nolan that these things will no longer be in the house. I think he might be upset. He has already gotten attached to a police car that my sister, Jenn, gave me to sell. Every time he discovers a toy again, it's brand new! He plays with it for a good 30 minutes, and sadly it is forgotten again or put aside to make room for his train playing.
I'm even having a hard time letting go of the silliest little things. For example, a monkey that is supposed to hold a votive candle. It has been with me for almost 10 years and has NEVER held a votive candle. It has gone through 4 moves throughout college and married life and has never been displayed. Yet, I feel guilty getting rid of it, because Carrie got it for me and I think it's cute (even though I've never used it). It is now time to part with it, sadly, which hopefully someone else will purchase and love it.
Greg has been great at these tasks. In theory, I am supposed to be the one to clean up and get rid of things. But because of my "sentimental ailment" Greg has stepped up and wants to get rid of everything. This attitude might be in part because all the things that I have accepted from people have been happily been put in the garage for "later use". Greg didn't like this, because as of a week ago he no longer could even walk in the garage with so much clutter.
Oops...we have now turned in to our hoarding friends down the street. Hopefully, our purge of "stuff" will help us. There is only a finite amount of space in our house (I wish we had INFINITE) and so stuff must go. Kids take up a lot of space too, but I am very attached to Mallory and Nolan..haha. "Big Attic" now goes on my wishlist of things for a new house. No, we are not moving, but we can always fantasize of the perfect house.
I think the best thing about the garage sale tomorrow is that if these items don't sell, they will be donated to Twin City Missions. Atleast I know they will go SOMEWHERE instead of a landfill.
Sidenote: I always feel guilty throwing away things knowing they will go in a landfill. Putting trash in to the earth makes me a little depressed (hippy-ish, I know) but I have not thought of a better solution.
Back to garage sale....so if you are bored tomorrow, come and visit me and my things (and the kids too). We are combining with a few other families, so it should be some good stuff.
Goodbye to my beautiful things, I will miss you and have enjoyed the memories you have helped me create. I am not replacing you, just moving on to an emptier, happier house.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
I crave for Spring to come. I am not a Winter person, unless I am inside by a fire and hot cocoa in my hand. The whole "brown" look of everything puts me in the duldrums, and I always look forward to green coming back in the scenery. Winter always keeps me indoors, but Spring opens the door to activities outside. Walks, playground, kite flying have all been checked off the to-do list already.
I don't know what it is about Spring, but it always makes me motivated to do things. I have been motivated to clean out the house of things not being used...I guess that's why they call it "Spring Cleaning".
We have also been twiddling our thumbs waiting for warmer weather to plant our veggies. Now, they are completely done. We did tomatoes, squash, basil, and various peppers. Greg came home raving about a pesto, basil and tomato pizza. I was happy to inform Greg that we had all those ingredients in the backyard...in about a few months.
The great weather also seems to put love in the air. Instead of being bundled up with gloves and scarves, we can now take walks and hold hands. Of course, I'm usually holding hands with Nolan because he likes to wander, but atleast it's with a boy that I love. Don't Spring Flings happen right about now? Not that I am in that department anymore, but it's nice to see new couples at the park or church walking around enjoying each other.
I think the only bad thing about Spring means that the next season to come is Summer. No longer will we have cool mornings and windy afternoons in a few months, but we will start having heat waves and the scorching sun to deal with. I guess I should spend the next few months enjoying everything that Spring has to offer, instead of dreading the Texas Summer that is soon to come.
For right now I will water my grass as much as I want, as long as I want, because there are no water shortages yet...I will enjoy every bluebonnet on the side of the road and even take pictures in them (yes, they will be cheesy and involve Mallory and Nolan)...I will take long walks in the evening with my family without getting overheated and smelly...I will watch all the plants bloom those fantastic colors and not worry that these same plants will probably be brown by the end of Summer.
So, go ahead and eat some delicious Easter candy (I'll be eating my fair share of Robin's Eggs), and take a walk in the pretty weather, because Spring only comes once a year :)
Saturday, March 19, 2011
We got to the zoo right at 9 am and met our friends there. They nicely camped out in the spot next to them and saved it for us. The weather was perfect, we got in free due to our nice friends again and the animals were out and about. Even though it was pretty crowded, all the people were nice and one guy even gave Greg a quarter back that he had dropped ( I would have kept it). I'm guessing because of the beautiful weather, all the animals were roaming and got some great pictures.
After the zoo we picniced at Hermann Park and even went kite flying afterward. We were SO close to having the perfect day. Then, the "perfect" bubble got popped and things went downhill.
When we were flying kites Nolan ran up to me and said he had to go potty. We powerwalked to the bathrooms, got half-way there and he said he had to be carried (guessing that all extra energy was goinng to holding it). We got into the stall and he began peeing on himself, wetting his clothes and making a pretty puddle on the floor. This was not a big deal...if anyone knows small kids, accidents happen. We get back to the car, get Nolan cleaned up and try to leave.
I've never seen a more crowded parking lot. All the parking lanes are two-way. While walking back to the cars (our friends and us) a guy asks if we are in that lane. We say yes and he follows us slowly as we drag along 2 3-year olds and 2 1-year olds. He is very patient waiting for us and the person behind him pulls around him, cuts him off and asks us if we are leaving. Yes....but that's how lines work...you wait your turn. She backs off a little bit and parks beside the guy waiting patiently, blocking the other lane. Other cars come down the two-way parking lane and see they are blocked, notice that this woman must be crazy and they back up slowly out of the parking lane.
After finally leaving the parking lot, we stop 3 times even before we leave Houston for Nolan to use the restroom. I've never seen some one use the restroom that much. Since we didn't have extra pants (only swimtrunks) he was carried around in his Toy Story underwear (he couldn't wear shoes because he peed on them...eewww). I think we scared a few families by just pulling in to Frazier's pottery on Hwy 6 and letting Nolan just pee on the tire. We don't know what else to do when he's screaming,"I gotta go!!" and there is no gas station in sight.
Finally, Nolan falls asleep about 30 minutes from home. Yay! But then, Mallory cries the rest of the way. She had a good reason because the sun was in her face the WHOLE way home from Houston.
We were 90% there on having the perfect day trip. SO CLOSE! It's like dropping the baton in the last few yards of a relay race. You could probably see the look on my face saying, "NNNOOO!"
But to look at this from a positive view point, 90% is still an A and thank God we didn't have an "F" kind of day. I always remind myself,"It could have been worse" and it definitely could have. The kids were champs 5 out of the 6 hours of being away from home and I will call that a good day!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Mallory in her pretty green-themed dress eating her cupcake. Surprisingly, she was very dainty about it.
Monday, March 14, 2011
When Nolan asked where all the small fishies were in the fishtank, I told the truth and said that the bigger fish, Oscar, ate them all and they are now dead. He was shocked for a second, but quickly got over it, and now even looks forward to getting more fish that Oscar can eat.
But now Greg and I (especiallly me) have started lying and I even got called out on it yesterday.
Probably about a week ago, Greg started buying kites and flying them in the street. Two kids down the street rode their bikes constantly down the street to "watch" Greg fly kites. They finally stopped and asked a lot of questions. Their final question was,"Can we borrow a kite?" Greg said no. They didn't understand because in their words,"you only have 4 people in your family and you have 5 kites." Greg still held firm and said no. While Greg was wrapping things up he hears the little girl say,"Wow, that's a really nice kite, I wish I had a kite like that." Hmmm...I wonder if that works on her parents, I should try it sometime.
A few days ago we were yet again outside the house flying kites. The kids rolled up and asked to fly one. Greg told them that all of the extra kites were in my car (which they were, because we had gone to the park earlier). A little while later when we were eating dinner, we see little eyes peering through our front door. Greg opens the door and the kids are there asking to borrow a kite. He finally agrees and then after they thoroughly tangle it after 5 minutes of playing with it, they put it back and run home....hhmmmm...
Yesterday, while I was outside painting crown molding (trying a little re-modeling) the kids come yet again. They ask for a kite and I tell them Greg has them. They called me out-"But your husband said they were in your car yesterday." Then, I swear, they start peeking in my car, and yes, there were kites in my car. But the REALLY expensive ones that we don't want to get tangled. I convince them that Greg is carrying all the kites (5-7 of them) on his motorcycle. They then inform me that they are getting their own kites from Sam's for $50. "That is one expensive kite" I say.
I guess the moral of the story is that we shouldn't lie, but since we didn't let them play with the kites but a few times, they are now getting one of their own.
I can just imagine the mom inside saying,"Go down the street and ask those people to borrow a kite, they'll let you." Guess again, Greg and I are hardcore about our kites. I will try harder next time to not lie to them, but kids are SO persistent it wears me out.
I'm sort of glad it's rainy outside and will have to skip kite flying today. :)
Friday, March 11, 2011
- I will forever have car seat indentions in the backseat. I lifted Nolan's car seat out the other day to clean under it, and there was a perfect impression of what the bottom of what his car seat looks like in the cushion. I hope someone makes a powerful enough vacuum to fluff it back up.
- Peanut butter and jelly are permanent fixtures in our pantry. I do like pb & j, but Nolan could it eat for lunch and dinner and it never get old for him.
- I now smell like baby. I adore the smell of baby, who doesn't? After Johnson & Johnson Baby Lotion entered this house it not only went on the kids, it went on me as well.
- Call me "Tongue Scratcher". It started when the it got warm outside and the shedding of the dog's hair was everywhere. Nolan came up to me with mouth wide open, tongue out as far as it would go and saying,"eh, eh!" This is my cue to look around and dig out a dog hair that haphazardly got in to Nolan's mouth. I have become somewhat of a pro at this.
- Child safe locks are not really "child safe". We were the dutiful parents that put locks on all the cabinets to keep things in and keep kids out. Maybe our kids have super-human strength, but Nolan was able to rip them off and break them. We are down to one child-safe lock while Mallory thinks that it is her purpose in life to keep all cabinet doors open all the time.
- Our furniture will never have that "new" look anymore. They are now worn-in and always have some kind of stain on them. If you know me, I am perpetually looking for the best sofa that will never look worn-in. 3 sofas down, and I have not found one yet to fit the bill.
- Our bathroom should have one of those "CAUTION:WET" signs in it all the time. We are the parents of the World's Best Splashers.
- It doesn't matter how much sleep I get, it is never enough. I never thought parenting would be so absolutely physically and mentally exhausting.
- I now get to park in the "Shoppers with Children" spot at HEB, and get to sneak gummy bears for the kids. Love it!
All of these made me laugh. By no means do I look at these and feel sad about the daily grind of everything. I love that my car seats will never move because they are so well-formed to the cushions. I adore pb&j for its simplicity. It makes me feel needed when Nolan comes to me with mouth wide open. Being tired all the time gives you the perfect opportunity to snuggle with your little one, pop in a movie and take a nap. All these things add up to one happy me.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
11. Mirrors are great because everytime I look in one, there is always that crazy baby looking back at me making funny faces.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
I find myself doing this all the time. Even though we have very fast internet (10mbps), I am still shaking my head screaming at the screen, "Go faster!". It was only a few years ago where the only way to connect to the internet was dial-up. I remember clicking on my Internet Explorer icon and then leaving the room for 20 minutes, coming back and it still not being connected. So, why am I complaining now of a 10 second delay?? All of this technology has made me impatient.
One of my hinderances is texting. They always tell you that texting and driving is dangerous, that you should just wait until you are out of the car. The other day while driving in my neighborhood, I saw a young person texting while bicycling...geez, sounds a bit reckless. The next day I saw a skateboarder texting! Does this sound crazy to you too? I feel I've become an old person that sits on my front porch with my dentures in a glass beside me while waving my cane and screaming, "crazy youth!"
So, as impatient as I am, I think kids 10 years younger are worse off. They all seem to be typing on phones faster than I can ever imagine. Some of their relationships are totally based on texts, no talking required (heaven forbid we talk to someone face to face). Rumors are no longer spread from mouth to mouth over the week, but by a mass text message in a few seconds. No wonder school is getting harder for these kids.
We have grown used to phones so much that they are always with us: on our hip, in a purse, or even sitting on table right beside us. Have you ever walked in to a restaurant and seen tables of people all on their cell phones, not even communicating to one another? Sort of makes me sad. Yes, I admit Greg and I do this sometime. It is pretty fun to play Angry Birds or Solitaire, especially when you can entertain little 3 year olds (who shall not be named) to behave at restaurants. We do try to not make it a habit though. Everytime one of our phone chimes we both look up wondering if the text/email/phone call requires immediate attention. It usually doesn't, but I'm one of those people that feels special when I get a random "hi" text from someone. I feel as though with so much typing and not enough talking, we are missing out on a key element of human speech. It's nice to see smiles instead of exclamation points, or real laughter instead of "lol's".
To wrap this up, this thinking has spurred me to put the phone down, and go outside and play for a bit. To talk to my husband face to face. To not have that urge to respond to emails within 3 seconds of receiving them. To leave my phone in the other room and not have the instinct to have it by my side all the time. To stop and smell the roses, because everything really is beautiful once you stop and slow down to look around.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
While driving through Downtown Bryan I saw this really old house and the family's laundry was all out on a clothes line to dry. What? No dryer? As much as I hate laundry (as mentioned multiple times before) I LOVE the smell of clean clothes. There's no greater feeling than getting a just-washed towel out of the dryer and it feeling all soft and fluffy and smelling wonderful (usually flower scented dryer sheets). Whenever a piece of clothing tells me to lay it flat, I always try that method first. It takes forever to dry, and then has that rough feel and just doesn't smell right to me. I am that person who throws everything in the laundry to make it feel nice. Eventhough a label might tell me to "lay flat" or "dry clean only" I usually throw it in. The result is lumpy comforters and shrunken clothes, but atleast they smell good!
What about all the other things we take for granted every day? There are some things that have just popped up over the past few years that make my life easier. For example, my debit card. No more writing checks for 10 minutes. I also appreciate the "pay at the pump". I probably would forgo gas if I had to get both kids out of the car to go and prepay, but now I just swipe my debit card while the kids sit happily in the backseat.
Greg just got a fun gadget that makes my life easier. It's one of those choppers where you put onions/garlic/etc. into that little machine, you slam down on the handle and it starts chopping. Very easy, no clean up and NO MORE TEARS!
Then, what about all the things that make my life easier that weren't around many years ago. No toothbrush? Go use a twig. No toilet paper? There's a nice pile of leaves out there. No ice? Guess you just have to drink just plain tea (iced tea being a luxury to me). All these things I use daily and could not imagine my life with out them.
I was then trying to think of the biggest convenience that I use daily, makes my life easier, and would go crazy without. The answer is....the remote control :) We lost our remote for a while and it annoyed me by the minute that I couldn't change the channel freely without getting up. I probably use the remote more than the regular person, because I am a compulsive flipper. I hate commercials and it seems that 15 channels in a row will have commercials...flip...to the next channel. I do like the TV, and the remote gives you the freedom to sit more than 5 inches away from the television. Have you ever seen those old pictures where the kids are sitting so close to the television set it seems their noses could practically touch? It's because they had no remote! (this is a theory, not based in truth) They sat so close so they could change the channel easier, which is probaby exactly the same thing I would do if we weren't bestowed the great technology of the remote control.
The only benefit that I could come up with for a "no-remote control household" is you would likely be 10 pounds thinner just walking back and forth to your TV. Sounds like the next fad diet: "Just throw away your remote control and lose 10 pounds!"
The more I look around me, the more I see all the objects that are made to make things easier for me. I just can't imagine myself taking the laundry down to the river and scrubbing my clothes out on a rock with a bar of soap, then coming home and hanging it to dry. All I have to say is, "Thank you Whirlpool, I love you."