Thursday, January 3, 2013

Summery Holiday 2012 {Day 1..and 2}

It's taken me a long time to start writing posts about our summer holiday this year.  There was a lot jam packed into the three weeks we were gone and frankly,  I had a bit of the PTSD up until now from flying over 30 hours with two kids.  And two car seats.  And two strollers.  And four suitcases.  And three carry on's.  And a good thirty pounds of allergy friendly foods that don't exist in Cyprus.

A bit about traveling with two toddlers on long haul flights:  don't do it.

I kid! 

Sorta.
Leading up to our departure day, C had numerous questions - "How long are we going to be in the airplane?"  "Where will we be when we land?"  "Where will I sleep?".  Very cute.  N on the other hand ran around pulling everything out of the suitcases I had just packed.  He's so helpful.

I'll now leave you with a few pictures from day one and two...

Departure day!  They are convinced they can see our plane from their bedroom window.  This bought me a good 20 minutes of extra time to pack {traveling with toddlers, aka TWT, tip #1}
C doing his part to help carry our baggage.  This lasted all of two minutes before we heard "um mom, this backpack is SO heavy on my back."  We had been at the airport a total of five minutes at this point.  {TWT foreshadowing moment #1}
Check-in line.  Guess who's smiles are genuine and guess who's are hiding complete panic.
Post check-in and clearing security.  Dear TSA, thank you for family dedicated security lines.
Ooohhhhh plllaanneeess.  
Settling in for flight #1.  Water, check.  Paci acting as protection against ear issues, check.  Parents sweating due to stuffing carry-on's into awkward overhead bin space, check.
 And then we flew for ten hours.  The kiddos slept for five of those ten hours.  The other five hours went something like this:

"What can I dooooooooooooo mommy?" -- C
"N!  Stop pressing on C's controller!"  -- Me, then A, then Me, etc.100x
"N!  Stay still!" (aka, please stop trying to grab things off the tray of the quadriplegic man they sat next to us -- he was a good sport.) -- Me, me, me, me, me, basically all of N's waking hours.
And of course....
"How much longer until we get there?" -- C, then me, then A, then all of us.

And then we finally land!  Loaded our carry-on's on A like a pack mule (the least of which included 3 laptops and 2 iPads), shove N into the Ergo and off we go.  To baggage claim.  Then we realize we have no idea how to get 2 toddlers, 2 car seats, 2 strollers, 4 suitcases, 3 carry-on's and (now) 25lbs. of food to terminal 5, where our hotel was located.

Thus we started our version of jenga...the baggage cart version.  We were VERY good at baggage cart jenga by the end of this trip.  C agrees because it meant he got to sit on top of the suitcases on one of our carts.  Super safe.

We start the precarious journey through customs...the throngs of people in the arrivals area...a quick stop for soy hot chocolates...and then convince a black cab to take our piddly fair over to terminal 5.

We kick off our arrival at the hotel with C slow motion falling out of the cab, hot chocolate in hand.  He was CONVINCED he could jump out on his own.  Poor guy.  Hot chocolate all over the walkway to the hotel.  The cab driver was even more impressed with us at this point. 

In our room, we summon our last thread of energy and shower the kids, throw on PJ's and basically all four of us pass out for three hours.  That was so awesome.  I felt almost human again when I woke up.  So much so I was like "yeahhhhhh, come on guys, let's go to Paddington Station for dinner!"

Terminal 5, making our way to Heathrow Express.  
I'm so tired, I really have no idea why I'm smiling, but I'm on a train, so I'm going with it.
Proof that N smiles.
Paddington Station.
Food photographer I am not, but damn I had missed good ol' fish n' chips. And...mushy peas!!
For posterity, only (there will be a lot of these, my apologies in advance.)
I have no idea where they got these flags, but jet lag makes toddlers do funny things.
Thus we adjourn our travel adventure to England.  Next up, we wake the next morning and do it all over again for our flight to Cyprus (wince).





Tuesday, January 1, 2013

2013

The first day of 2013 was exactly what I had hoped, starting with a trip to my hometown to spend time with  my parents, siblings and nephews.

Bike and scooter rides along the coast with stops to watch the amazing waves.
Discovering beach teepees with cousins.
Driftwood teeter-tottering near sunset.  These two then went big and ran into the freezing water with only their skivvies on.
Every year I make a few resolutions. I never remember them by the end of the year, but I stay true to my  Capricorn/Type A persona and start out January with a list...a very mish-mash of a list.  Maybe documenting them is the trick?

1.  Revert to using a "paper" planner.  For many years I have relied on electronic tools to schedule life.  It's not working out that well.  There is something about crossing off an action item with a nice, sharp pencil versus using the back arrow key to virtually delete it that's so much more...motivating.  The paper version worked awesome for me in college...then came the invention of the Palm Pilot.  On so forth.  Sorry software programs, my personal life called and said you're FIRED.

I have always loved the Greenroom products (sold at Target) for office organization.  The other day I was cruising the back aisle end caps at Target (where the BEST deals are) and came across the cutest planners I've seen in years.  AND....and...the planner portion is actually functional - it jives with how I like to view my schedule.

I ended up with the tangerine + gold dots.
I highly recommend.  And for less than $10, it's not a huge loss if you ditch it in February. (Unlike these customer planners, recently reaching cult status from what I understand.)

2.  Pull together disaster emergency kit.  Time to buy that garbage can and stuff it with water, canned food, batteries, medical supplies and such.

3.  Finalize Living Will.  aka "Shock our Estate Lawyer".  I think he's given up on us.

4.  Remember and recognize birthdays.  Time to become best friends with Hallmark again.

5.  Spend and save more intentionally.  Plan and focus savings goals.  More grocery shopping at Safeway//less money at Whole Foods.  Prioritize home improvement projects.  Etc.

6.  More sleep.  More water.  More running.  Enough said.  (At least this year I was able to write "more" running...instead of "start" running!)

7.  Blogging.  A lot more. 

8.  Less dreaming.  More doing.  Dust off the ol' craft closet.  Make baby blankets when they are still babies...not kindergarteners.  That sort of thing.

9.  Be more connected.  Nurture the personal relationships that help support and make me who I am.

I'll stop with nine, an odd number in honor of this odd numbered year.

Welcome 2013!

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Halloween 2012

Before it's six months from now and I still haven't downloaded the pictures from my camera, a few snaps from tonight in their pre-trick or treating glory.

Just a little background on N's costume.  He WAS going to be a raccoon.  I bought his costume a month ago, feeling just slightly smug with myself for not falling into the whole youngest child always gets the hand me down costume cycle (ahem, like I do with all his other clothes.)  I then pulled it out a couple weeks later and realized that despite the hanger clearly stating "18 months", the tag in the costume showed "6-9 months"

[commence cursing]

So!  With a couple weeks left before Halloween, I took it back and bought him a new one I decided C's old lion costume was good enough.  It's an improvement on the former given it was size 6-12 months after all.  Doesn't he look thrilled to be squished into it?  True story: he kept the hood on the entire time.  I'm still somewhat shocked by this.




In true N fashion, he dragged that bucket behind him the entire time.  Even when it was full of (full size!) candy bars.  And he always had to be holding a candy bar in his other hand.  When we got home, the boys dumped out their candy in the middle of the kitchen, but have no fear, you could clearly identify N's treats by those with the big teeth marks puncturing the wrappers.

C took his costume very seriously.  Because he is a serious child.  And fighting fires is serious business.  Which makes trick or treating dressed as a fire fighter VERY serious business.



See?  Serious.

So after making a candy pile in the middle of the kitchen floor and me weeding out anything with peanuts and/or eggs, the boys picked M&M's for their post trick or treating snack.  C's dairy allergy is still going strong (we still are unsure about N, but are waiting until he's more verbal to introduce full dairy), but a bit here or there doesn't hurt.  I hand them each  two M&M's to start with and the following reactions occur:

N:  Attempts to tackle me in order to get at the bag and pour the entire thing in his mouth.
C:  Gingerly chews one, then places the other one in his mouth.  Swallows like he just sucked on a lemon and tells me immediately he needs his water because, "Mom, those things are REALLY SPICY" 

Yes, he said spicy.  And then asked for pretzels.

Happy Halloween everyone; I'm going to check that my pumpkins haven't been smashed because we were the only house to not givve out full size candy bars (!!!)

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

I Have to Park These Conversations Here

The last few days have really underscored how C is firmly out of the toddler stage and hurtling towards being a proper little boy.  Case in point, a few of the conversations I've had with him in the past day or so.

I tend to lean into the catagory of a "fall-cleaner" vs "spring-cleaner" and made C's room my project yesterday; a ginormous map from IKEA put together, new "nice" bedding for the bunk beds that I bought two years ago (before N was born) got washed, and actual nails went into the walls to hang pictures and momentos.  It looks 100% better albeit a bit psychotic from a decorating perspective as I try to pull together a Nautical/Hockey theme (yikes - it looks as interesting as it sounds.) 

He ran upstairs when we get home.  I walk into his room and he says "So.......where is my surprise?"

Sigh.

E.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g has changed in his room.  Including the massive map that now takes up a whole wall.  And a shrine to his favorite hockey players by his bed.  So as I deliberately point out these things (through gritted teeth), I ask "So what do you think, do you love it?"

He thinks about it for a couple of seconds and says to me-

C:  (pointing to the top bunk of his bed) "Mom, so like, when I'm 5 or maybe 6 will I sleep up there?"
Me:  "Yes honey, sure, 5 or 6, whenever you are ready."
C:  (pointing to the bottom bunk) "And N will sleep down there?"
Me:  "Yes, exactly."
C:  (thinking some more) "Mom, if N cries when he first sleeps there, is it ok if I get down from my bed and go into his bed to give him snuggies?  And then when he stops crying, I'll go back into my bed.  Is that ok?"
Me:  (stunned)  "Yes, absolutely."
C:  "Ok, good."

So.Adorable.

Now, let's contrast this heart melting story with the conversation I had with him tonight as I was putting him to bed.  C wants to be a fireman (again) for halloween, but wants to add fireman "accessories" to his costume from last year -

Me:  "Tell me again what you want for your halloween costume?"
C:  "Oh, ok, sooooooooo I want fireman pants, fireman boots, a fireman hose and a fireplace."
Me:  "Ok - wait, a fireplace?"
C:  "Yes, a fireplace mom, I need one."
Me:  "Uhhh, why?"
C:  "Well, I'll explain it to you next time we're on a plane."
Me:  "WHAT?  Why do I have to wait!"
*cue enormous set of giggles*

Annnnnnnnnnnnndddddd it wasn't until I was writing this post that I realized by fireplace, he meant a fire PLANE (which is derived from the fact my brother used to be on the CDF Helitac crew.)

I wish there was a way to go back to thinking like an almost four year old.  Pure awesomeness (most of the time.)

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

SMKS - 8/15/12 edition

Warning:  I am tired; this post may not make any sense as a result.  Reader beware!

So with that caveat in place...

It's safe to say we're a bit Pinkberry obsessed in our household lately.  As soon as the kids are tucked in tight, Andy zooms out to pick up our favorite combos (me - original/strawberry, he - original/chocolate.)  We actually didn't realize how often we were eating it until one night C threw a tantrum because he wanted "to watch daddy leave from the driveway!"  His bedroom window looks out over the driveway and apparently he's been sneaking out of bed to watch him leave.

We told him that daddy doesn't leave from the driveway every night and then made that oft made mistake of trying to debate with a 3.5 year old.

C: "Yes, you do!"
A:  "No, I don't" (!)
C:  "You DO"
A:  "Look buddy -- daddy doesn't go to Pinkberry every night because it would cost $200 a month if I did.  That's a lot of money!" 
C:  "You DO"
A:  [brow furrow]
C:  "yodoyodoyodoyodoyodoooooooo"
A:  "Listen, I don't --"
C:  [jumps up, narrowly missing slamming his head into the top bunk] "I KNOW...daddy, daddy!" [throws hands in air like he's a genius] "I will go work at Nana's"
A:  "What?"
C:  "Yes, at Nana's.  I will work and make 5"
A:  "Work where at Nana's?  Make 5?"
C:  [pauses to think]  "Upstairs.  In the office store.  And she will pay me 5 and then you can go buy yogurt and I can watch you leave from the driveway."

I may or may not have immediately started calculating how many visits to my parents house, where C could make "5", it would take in order to pay off at least one year of college.  NOW who's the genius!

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Welcome to Our Digs: The Backyard

For our family and friends a far, I thought it would be nice to do a virtual house tour blog post "series."  The area that has changed the most since we moved in is our backyard...and there is STILL a whole lotta work to be done.  So maybe this is a good place to park a backyard "to-do" list as well.  Yes, I shall do that.

Because everyone likes a little before and after action...I present to you the official BEFORE pictures:

Pre-pool demo (sorry, not the best pictures...we didn't want to get too attached to the monster body of water plus encroaching deck/awning combo that took up the entire backyard)



Let the demo begin!  Step 1:  Drain the pool.  Step 2:  Run around the bottom of pool like you're five years old (this is a very important step, naturally.)


Step 3:  Jack hammer it to smithereens.  And the pool deck.  And the diving board.  And the other deck/awning combo.  Oh, and rip off the solar panels from the roof that we don't need anymore to heat the pool.  Yes, it was demo galore at our house.



Let's call this next set of pictures, IN PROGRESS:

Ta-da...a pool removal permit, a jack-hammer and four days hard work = um, no more pool.



My boys were stoaked about their new backyard aka mud pit.  Me, not so much.  So despite the fact I wanted to hold out on doing anything back there until we had plans drawn up from a landscape designer, we knew we had to throw some sod down.  Because in my typical fashion, it's now 3-ish months since we've put down grass and we still haven't selected a designer.  So, yeah.  It was the right move.

So, we move on -- prepping to lay sod!


Insta-grass!


Sorry for the washed out picture...it's way too late at night for me to bother with color correction :)
We did a pretty poor job at taking any pictures of the side yards, fencing and trees -- and the most recent project we completed, (I mean, paid someone to come and do the work for us,) was to cut down several trees and perform some serious pruning and ripping out of bushes. Much to our neighbors delight, I might add, as tree debris no longer drops into their pool.  Seriously, we are the current title holders of the "Best Neighbors EVER."  It's awesome.  And it means they bring us stuff in appreciation, like wine. :)

Below is what our backyard looks like as of this past weekend.  I won't call these "afters" because we still have a LONG way to go:

View from out of the sliding glass door in the Den


And a few more shots, including side yards.







I wish we had some before shots with all the trees and bushes intact so you could fully appreciate what a HUGE difference it is now that they are gone/pruned.  The amount of sun we get now is amazing, and our options are opened up a bit more in terms of how we can utilize the terraced retaining walls (which at some point need to be completely redone.) 

But, okay, it still looks like a hot mess back there.  But we have PLANS.  Lots of plans.  Which include:
  1. Putting in new deck/stairs from sliding glass door off kitchen.
  2. Installing cohesive patio material (cement or stone or brick) throughout the non-grass void.
  3. Rebuilding the terraced retaining wall.  We would like to scale it back and use the raised area as a container garden that lines the yard.
  4. Have tree stumps drilled out.
  5. Add in new flowers and plants.
  6. New cohesive fencing around the yard perimeter.  Raise fence that faces street.  Fix the gate.
  7. Built in BBQ area, most likely off the deck/stairs area, under the kitchen window
  8. FIRE PIT!!
  9. Some type of covered area (trellis or cabana...still throwing ideas around on this)
  10. Small play area (swings + slide?)
  11. Shed for the side yard to store lawnmower, outdoor cushions, etc.
  12. Lighting:  uplights for landscaping and general outdoor lighting mounted on the house.
  13. Buy patio furniture and accessories.
  14. Hire a landscape designer to translate the above list into reality -- please forward your recommendations!!
  15. Convince my husband to sell one of his kidney's to finance the backyard of our dreams.
I actually can't believe we've only been living here for four months...it feels like an entire year has gone by.  It truly feels like home to us now, although there have been moments -- as recently as tonight-- where C asks us about the old house and says that he misses it.  Tonight was especially bittersweet as he was in near tears telling me that "I remember the outside mama, but I can't quite remember the inside...I really want to remember the inside."  He did this a few months after the move and I drove him past the old house, only for him to get quite upset he couldn't go inside. 

It's funny how you focus on preparing your children for the big things, like...a new sibling or a death of a loved one.  We knew the move to a new home would affect C from the perspective that it was "change", but admittedly overlooked that even at the young age of three had developed an actual emotional attachment.  I realize that he probably won't remember feeling this way in a few years, but it was a good reminder for me that kids notice the little things, too.

I think my plan is to work back to front, bottom to top...so that means an update on the Den will be forthcoming!

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

SMKS - 6/6/12 Edition

Scene {1}  Sitting around the dinner tonight, I ask C why he didn't finish his lunch at school today.

Me:  "Why didn't you finish your lunch today?"
C:  "Well, I wasn't that hungry."
Me:  "Why weren't you hungry?"
C:  (sigh) "NO MOM, I didn't say I wasn't hungry, I just wasn't THAT hungry." (eye roll)
Me:  "Oh.  Right then."

Scene {2}  Having bedtime snuggles in C's bed.  We are talking about his day.  Or trying to. (Note: C still wears a diaper at night...the kid insists in drinking a huge thing of milk right before bed and sleeps like a log aka doesn't wake up with the urge to pee yet.)

Me:  "What are you doing?"
C: (pulls hand out of diaper) "Trying to feel my pee."
Me:  "Ugh, please don't do that.  You've never done that before."
C:  "Why not?"
(yes...I should have known better at this point to keep this conversation going.  End of day exhaustion is known to lead to poor parental decision making.)
Me:  "Because it's yucky."
C:  "Why is it yucky?"
Me:  "Because it's dirty."
C:  "Why is it dirty?"
Me:  "Because it's full of bacteria."
C:  "What is bacteria?"
Me:  "It's like germs."
C:  (now entering spaz voice mode) "Ohhhhhhhhh like diarrheaaaaaa MAMAAAAAAA"
Me:  "Okay, time for bed."

Scene {3}  Saying our final goodnights

C:  "Good night mom...mom...mom mom mom hey MOM...hey, why do we have bones, mom?"
Me:  "Ok, goodnight!  Sweet dreams!  Love you!"

In summary:

1.  Have you figured out what "SMKS" yet?
2.  I'm super glad the timing of Scene {2} did not occur at the same time as Scene {1}.  Small miracles and all that.