Friday, October 22, 2010

Do You Really Want Your Kids to Be Quiet?

As much as I say to the kids, "please be quiet," it seems like every time they are actually quiet, they are up to something. Is that the case in your house, too?

Yesterday, Mick was really quiet. After a minute went by, I went exploring. He had figured out how to open the baby gate and he was playing with the cat food. At least I hope he was playing with it, because I sure hope he wasn't eating it.

Last weekend, the girls disappeared upstairs. We didn't hear a peep for about 45 minutes. Then, they descended the stairs to reveal Jaley's updated hairstyle. If you were wondering, they put 97 clips in her hair.

Beyond unlocking babygates Houdini-style and trying out new hairstyles, life here is pretty good. We picked pumpkins right out the field at a pumpkin farm. We got lost in a corn maze only to be saved by one of the workers watching from a cherry picker overhead. We enjoyed a short visit with my cousin and her family last weekend. They survived the chaos we call regular life. Sarah conquered another spelling test. And best of all, Scott got some bad news from the doctor on Monday, that was complete reversed on Tuesday. Thankfully, he is still as healthy as a horse.

The big countdown is on to Auntie Em's wedding reception. We are t-minus 8 days. We are so excited to see Emily, Marcus, and spend time with family and friends next week. We can't wait.

That is life in the stroller lane.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Bad School Pictures and Other Random Thoughts

A couple of random thoughts for the week.

  • In this era of digital pictures, why are school pictures still so bad? Sarah came home with her 1st grade pictures yesterday. Couldn't they have snapped one extra picture! A picture without her left eye shut or her head slanted strangely to the side. The pictures won't make the mantle or Scott's frame at the office, but at least they aren't at that poor girl from the 1980's.
  • How long does it take you to watch a 30 minute TV show? If you have a DVR/Tivo, it takes about 20 minutes. If you're me, just after the kids' bedtime, it takes about 2 hours. I started watching a show at 8:15 just after I put the kids to bed. Getting them nestled all snug in their beds while visions of sugar-plums dance through their heads - is much easier said than done. About 20 interruptions later - I need water, the baby's crying, I fell out of bed, I can't sleep, I had a bad dream (how the hell does that happen if you haven't fallen asleep yet), the baby's crying again, the cat's hungry, the phones ringing - I finished up my show at 10:15. Whoever says watching TV is lazy, just needs to watch TV at my house. I climbed more stairs that night, than I do on the StairMaster at the gym.
  • Will our HVAC system last the winter? I'm taking bets. The Vegas odds are a resounding No. All of the houses on our street were built at about the same time. And in the last year, just about every house has had to purchase a brand new HVAC system or two. Our two units are like the last ones standing. The HVAC guy was out yesterday to tune up the furnace for the winter (which was funny being that it was 90 degrees and the AC was on). He showed me several parts that didn't look very healthy and just shook his head sadly. He simply said "call me if she stops working." Not exactly a glowing review. We will see - but I may be asking Santa for an HVAC for Christmas.
That is the random life in the stroller lane.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Have you been to see the Wizard?

We have. We hopped right into the story and went to see Wizard of Oz. It was complete with a spinning tornado, the Wicked Witch of the West, and Toto. Even the talking trees were there.

Last weekend, we went to Beech Mountain for the Autumn in Oz festival. The girls dressed up as Dorothy and Mick was the scarecrow. Then we rode a hayride right into the land of Oz. It is a yearly festival and lots of fun. This little land of Oz was created in the 1970's and a few parts definitely had quite the "trippy" feel - but that even added to the novelty of the day. It didn't hurt that the weather was perfect.

We also enjoyed hanging out with Mimi and Poppa. Since they missed Mick's birthday we made sure to celebrate again - complete with cake and ice cream.

With another fun trip in the memory book, 2010 is definitely our Fall of Fun.

That is life in the stroller lane.

Friday, October 1, 2010

The Flinstones Car

The Flintstones turned 50 yesterday. I must say Fred and the gang are still looking pretty good.

With school back in session, I'm feeling a little like I have my own Flintstone mobile. I have a Toyota Sienna minivan and as the commercials say, "Mommy Likes." However, the folks running school carpool would disagree.

In what is apparently the newest in the list of deadly sins, I purchased the low-end model without power sliding doors. I might as well be driving Fred Flintstone's car and pushing it with my feet. That is how the carpool line react to my manual sliding doors. On the few occasions I brave the mile long carpool line it is inevitably a disaster. The safety patrol kids and adults running the carpool line have no idea what to do when my doors won't close automatically. Sarah gets out of the car and heads into the school - just like she is supposed to do. I'm stuck there hollering, "please shut the door." The folks manning the line look at me like I'm speaking German and say something like "why isn't your door closing." I say "please close it by hand." Then they say "push your close button, your door isn't working.' I holler back, "I don't have a button, it's manual." Then, the people in line behind me start honking - wondering why the crazy lady in the white minivan won't pull forward. Next, I try yelling a little louder. It is to no avail and eventually get out of my car, walk around to the passenger side, and slide the door shut myself.
Thankfully, Sarah usually takes the bus. Maybe my next car will have power sliding doors. Since I believe in driving a car until it is ready for the grave - that will be a while. Sarah will probably have a license of her own and it won't matter anyhow.
That is life in the stroller lane.