Dear Sandman

Dear Mr. Sandman,

Where the hell have you been?! You decided to take a vacation weeks ago and then just never returned?? What is the matter with you? How do you expect to keep your job when you are so sloppy?? No one in this house has slept more than 4 hours at a time for the last 2 months!! Four hours!! Do you know what it’s like to have to sleep in intervals and never know when you’re going to get to go to sleep and when you’re going to be woken up again?! No! You don’t! Because you’re on vacation!!

Did we do something to offend you? Was it something I said? Something Peter said? What about Auggie? He doesn’t have a big vocabulary but since he’s the center of the problem, I’m wondering if he did something….

Because if he did, just tell me. I’ll make it better. I’ll fix it, I swear. Just tell me. TELL ME. I WILL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT JUST PLEASE COME BACK!!

Please?

Pretty please?

Happy Anniversary

Today PW and I are celebrating 9 years of marriage (15 years together!).

There’s been a few for worse times. A life time of for better times. Some sickness, lots of health. Thankfully more richer than poorer.

Four road trips from DC to Phoenix and back. One house full house remodel. A job change. Two kids and countless other memories that have made us who we are today.

We are so lucky. So blessed. We are the lucky ones that meet when we were 17 and are still very much in love 15 years later. It’s a different love. When you’re newly weds, your love is based on hopes and dreams for the future. After 9 years, our love is rooted in the experiences we’ve had. In surviving the bad times. In enjoying the good times. In learning how to be supportive and to allow yourself to be supported.

When we got married, my mom gave us a budget. Whatever we didn’t spend, we got to keep. It was up to us how we spent it- we could elope and keep it all, we could use it as a down payment on a big wedding. Peter was a first year law student racking up loans and I was working retail. So we decided to split the middle. We had lots of appetizers, good booze and a great DJ and then bought a couch with the remainder. One of our friends worked for a wine company and had several cases of champagne “fell off” the truck and into the bar of our reception. It was cheap stuff but the fact that it was free made it taste like Crystal.

I love you to the moon and back PW. Here’s to 99 more years together and  to always remembering how good the cheap stuff tastes!

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Miss Independent

Immediately after giving her name for check in at camp, Baylor raised her hand at me and said “I don’t need any help putting my bag away. Wait HERE”. I silently eyed her and let her pass to go through the locker room doors. The check in lady looked at me with a smile and I responded by rolling my eyes.  “Miss. Independent” I said. “But that’s such a good thing! You need to encourage that”.

Her comment stuck with me. I couldn’t put my finger on what was bugging me about what the instructor had said. Yes of course I enjoy her independence! I love that she goes head first into an unknown situation and “figures it out” (her words). I watched from a distance as she missed the pool gate before it closed. She stood on the outside, unable to open it. She didn’t panic, she didn’t cry. She looked around, got the nearest tall person’s attention, motioned to the gate and then waited as they walked over to open it for her. She got separated from her group, so she walked around looking for them and when she couldn’t find them, she asked loudly to a group in the pool if anyone knew where the red group went. She handles it. And she does it really well. We joke that if we told her she could go to her friend’s house, but she had to figure out how to get there on her own, she could and would make it happen. So why was I not ok with her doing so much on her own?

I realized a few days later what my problem is; she’s five. She’s five with the self confidence of a much older child – the problem is that she has five year old judgement. Actually, that’s probably better than most kids her age too – but it’s not the same as a teenager’s judgement (God help me) or an adult’s. So while she knows what she’s doing – she may not actually be supposed to doing it.

A few days later, she came home with a very pink scalp and sholders. When I asked if she put on extra sunscreen and wore her hat, she said “well, part of the day”. I grumbled something about the instructors needing to push the sunscreen more and she said “well, they asked me, but I told them I put some on this morning”.

Ah ha! This is what I was talking about. Her self confidence fooled the adults. She’s smart. She’s independent. She’s convincing. Why wouldn’t they believe her when she said she already had on sunscreen? Because she’s five. That’s why.

The last thing I want to do is crush her spirit. Nor do I want anyone else to do the crushing. So where to go from here? I don’t know. Kindergarten is another year off and the safe halls of preschool are just a few months away. I’m hoping I have it figured out before then…!

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This Guy

As everyone within ear shot knew, I was not too thrilled about this guy  becoming our newest pet. It was nothing personal, I just didn’t need another being to look after, care for and clean up after. Oh and the hair. The hair! I did not need the hair.

But….as we close in on Mac’s first birthday, I have to admit, he’s pretty great. I got the pick of the litter and I chose him because I could hang him upside down over my head and he laid loosely in my hands and stared at me. I thought if he can handle that calmly, then he might make it at our house. And thankfully, his nature is as  mellow today as it was then.

Now, don’t get me wrong. There has been some serious work that went into this guy – but to have your 5 year old be able to walk the 60lbs nine month old lab around the block? Totally worth all the effort. And we have the amazing DaCoda to thank for it! Call her at Paws and Effect Training 480-577-6043. She’s worth her weight in gold! Or dog treats. Either way she’s awesome.

 

He totally walks better for her than anyone else

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I can’t believe how little they both were! Best buddies in the making

Then…and now

and then there’s this…

photo 2 (53) Labra-bunny. Oddly, I think he really liked these.photo 1 (48) Everyone knows labs make the best pillowsphoto 3 (42)

 We’ve still got work to do on his need to stealing the kids toys and sneaking them outside to eat. And to stop eating my tomato plant. And not eat anything he finds on a walk….but his positives outweigh his negatives so I guess he stays. And I might even like him…but just a little .

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Pilates Magic

This past January I started taking a Pilates class one to two times a week. I thought it might be a nice addition to my regular workout routine and help stretch out my sore back.

I’m happy to report 6 months later that it wasn’t a good addition – it was a GREAT addition to my routine! I haven’t had the soreness in my back that I get from hauling Auggie around and I’ve seen a big improvement in my muscle strength.

The best affirmation came from another regular who said today “I noticed how much tighter your legs look!”. Boom. Thanks for making my Wednesday!

The lovely Julie has her own You Tube Channel if you want to try it out. I highly recommend the Spine Magic if you are carrying around big babies and have the ever sore lower back!

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=Julie++Poplawski

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Party Time. Excellent.

I don’t remember the last big blow out birthday party I had…24? 27? Don’t get me wrong. There have been parties and really nice parties. But I think I was over due for a need-to-look-at-my-camera-because-I-can’t-remember-how-we-got-to-the-Rusty-Spur kind of shin dig.

And PW? He did not disappoint. My lovely hubby sent out an evite and within two hours of it going out, 90% had responded “yes”. I was feeling the love. The festivities were held at Old Town Whisky bar at the Saguaro Hotel. Being summer and all, we had the whole place to ourselves. There was a delicious taco bar (hello pulled pork and mahi mahi fish tacos!!) and the margaritas were boozy and cold.

Our friends came in droves. Old friends, new friends, family and a few friends we met that night! It was the perfect way to ring in 32. And of course, the lovely Stephanie was Freeze Frame for the evening. So a big thank you to her for documenting the night’s shenanigans!

I love all the colors.

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Someone had on their tall shoes….

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All our lovely guests!

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These three? Are trouble. Actually, that’s too tame of a word…

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IMG_6744The night progressed to the ever fun, ever crowded, ever dangerous (for lots of reasons) Rusty Spur Saloon. Home to the one and only time I was kicked out of a bar (for pinning a dollar bill to a caribu’s nose…long story. I was let back in) and many, many other stories never to be written down. The pictures…well there were a lot. And all of them were incriminating which means they won’t be posted here. However there is a taste of the last hour of the evening…

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IMG_6901IMG_6851Thank you to all our friends who came to celebrate! It meant the world to me and I can’t think of a better way to jump into the next year than with great people like you to call my friends!

They Say It’s Your Birthday

And they’d be right. Well, if you’re talking to me anyway.

Thank you all for the birthday love! 60 some posts on Facebook. Calls. Emails. Texts. Cards. Every one of them makes my birthday a very happy one!

This is how I prefer to look at all my birthdays  – laughing, a little (or a lot) drunk and enjoying life.

Cheers to 32!

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Viva La Fiesta!

This year we decided to combine B’s typical two parties into one and scale back the guest list. It was nice to enjoy the party and not be soooo partied out by the end of the week…which is really quite convienint since this year I’M having a party (more to come).

And as usual, when you have a June birthday in Arizona, your party needs to either be indoors or involve water. Baylor has had about the same party every year, but with a different theme. And this year was no exception! The Fifth Fiesta kicked off with two ladies making tacos on demand (best. idea. ever.), there was a kid car wash somewhere in the middle and a pinata and make-your-own sundaes to finish off the evening. It was a rave with the five year olds and the adults all walked out the door with to-go plates so I’m thinking it was a win in their books too.

Festive decor – even at 108 degrees

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There’s no way we were getting away without SOMETHING Frozen

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Our “west side” water slide is always a hit (sorry Ali)IMG_6561 IMG_6562 IMG_6563

Of course the Kid Car Wash was out. And looking better than ever.

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Cousins gotta splash

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Happy birthday girl

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Family picture time!

(no sunglasses, please)

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And thank you to the lovely Stephanie for being guest photographer! I love that I hand her my camera and I don’t have to say a thing. She takes. She snaps. She hands back.

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WHOOOO’S READY FOR ICE CREAM??!!

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Happy birthday to youuuuuu

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Happy customers

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The evening ended with – you guessed it – Frozen!

(also, there had to have been margaritas involved for me to let these crazys eat ice cream on the couch….)

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Thanks to all of our lovely friends and family who braved the tipple digits to celebrate! Happy birthday Ms. B!!

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Welcome to the Doll House

We had such a good time celebrating B’s birthday. But it seems that some of the birthday presents aren’t quite getting along….

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Ya mind getting off of my freaking arm??

Who am I? WHO AM I?? I’m your worst nightmare, hon.

Oh her? Yeah she looks all cute and innocent. But take it from me, that b*tch will cut you. 

As for me – I’ve been to the doll doctor. Yeah. And I’m not afraid of going back. So if you want to make it out of here with all your stuffing, you better respect the order. Know your place at the tea party. And stay out of my crib.

You scared? You should be. Welcome to the doll house. 

Summer Time and the Living Should be Easy

When Baylor was a toddler, I dreaded trying to keep her entertained in the summer. There’s a limit to how much pool time a two year old will do. I got sick of sweating it out at the splash pad. The museams start to loose their appeal….and trying to get a bored toddler to nap? Did not happen.

As soon as she was old enough to go to day camp, I would sign her up immediately. Our days went from being filled with bordom to being jam packed and allowing just enough time for some mommy and me fun without putting either of us in the looney bin.

That is until this year. I jumped at the chance to sign her up for camp at the swim club. She was bumped into the older group because she can swim well (score one for weekly swim lessons – yes I am patting myself on the back) and she gets to play tennis, golf, basketball and anything else they can play on the grass. And she loves it – she comes home with rosy cheeks, tired eyes and a belly full of junk food. She is running with an older group and the kids are allowed to move between their activities without a lot of guidance – plus there is free time where they can do whatever they want from video games to swimming. She is in love with the independence!

The down side is that I’ve heard her say a dozen times “we have to leave now?! I just want to play with my new toys!”. And pick up time is smack in the middle of Auggie’s nap. Which means my mid morning is spent trying to push his nap time out which is amazingly fun.

That’s when I realized that somewhere in the last year or so, we’ve started to transition to the big kid “I don’t need constant entertainment” phase. And Auggie has never been in that phase which is leaving us a little over scheduled and for no reason. So we pulled the plug. I canceled the last two weeks of camp and instead, we’re going to spend it getting bored. We’re going to stay in our jammies until nap time. Hit the pool. Watch Frozen too many times. Make and eat popsicles.  Play with birthday presents.

So here’s to easy living, catching our breath, getting bored and enjoying a relaxed summer.