My Life In The Men's Room

Where Am I?

2011-03-15T21:29:00.000-07:00

I found a new location: mylifeinthemensroom.com

All new posts will be on the new location, which will also include old posts from here. Please follow me there to keep updated on "My Life In the Men's Room"! Because things are never slow with five kids and a radio host.

Note To Self

2011-03-06T10:41:00.000-08:00

You aren't 20 anymore. In fact, you are 40 and have five kids. You can't stay out until after 1 am and expect to function the next day. I'd like to to thank Danny for the awesome champagne, the Old 97's for a show that lasted till 1 and Baby Z for waking up throughout the night. Then there is No David who decided we all needed to wake up at 6:20 this morning. I might be finally feeling my age.

All I Want for Christmas...

2011-03-04T15:57:00.000-08:00

Well, we finally broke down. After all the babies and storing excess breast milk in freezers all over the city of Houston, we purchased a freezer. Just what I always wanted...to spend $700 on a freezer after all our recent medical bills (right now totaling a mere $6000, and counting since we are still waiting on Squirt's second surgery bill and doctor bill. Kids are expensive!)

While I know having a huge stand alone freezer is going to come in handy once the Baby Hulk and No David start really eating, I hated breaking down and buying the freezer right now. But it was a necessary purchase. I already have milk stored in my neighbor's freezer and was about to start making the drive to Kingwood when both my parents informed me that they didn't trust any of the three freezers I have used in the past to store milk.

So with our freezer on the fridge/freezer combo in the kitchen completely full by Saturday, Lance finally went to Conn's. Then came the news that it would not arrive until Thursday. FABULOUS. Can you say pump and dump? Cause that's exactly what I had to do every day. At least 30 ounces went down the drain every day starting Sunday.

And I didn't even get to get drunk or take Xanax during this time because, well, I had to take care of five kids and being hungover just wouldn't have worked. So I have dumped my milk from all week long. And I'm kind of sad about that.

I have now stored 38 bags of milk, which takes up the entire top shelf of new freezer. Once this freezer fills up, I'm selling my milk. YUP. That's right. Not donating, selling. If I donate, they turn around and sell it, so why not me? Yes, I know the milk banks have to runs tests and such, but guess what? I have to pay for the pump, I have to pay to store it and it's my freaking time and I have five kids to put through college. Wouldn't that be awesome to actually pay for college by selling breast milk? I've checked it out...it sells for up to $3 per ounce. Of course, to make that money, I think you have to sell to the fetish guys who like breast milk. I talked to Lance, and we both agreed that if it comes down to selling excess milk, we have standards. We're not selling to freaks.

Mom Gone Wild

2011-03-01T20:46:00.000-08:00

I may have traded in my obsession for buying books for our children's library to something completely different. Girl's clothing. To be exact clothing sized 3 -6 months. I literally can't stop myself. I went to the Galleria today with four kids just to pick up some tights and ended up with four more outfits. I just bought three outfits the other day. Then Stacy picked up something for me Saturday and bought four more herself. Then there was the shopping spree my dad went on two weeks ago.

I actually thought to myself, I hope Chelsea has a baby girl because I have all this clothing she can use. What??? Of every female in my life, why I decided Chelsea at 20 years old was the one who needed these adorable hand me downs is beyond me. So, no Chelsea, just wait and I'll get you all new stuff. I promise.

To prove to myself that I'm not a clothes hound, I added three books to my Amazon cart. I need to go through my list before I order and make sure I don't need anything else before Lent starts. That could be a disaster as well as an argument since Lance doesn't like when I order books before big liturgical seasons. It doesn't seem to work out for our checking account.

1560 Oscar Party

2011-02-28T19:26:00.001-08:00

Lance and I had a blast meeting friends of 1560 at the Tasting Room last night. The station hosted an Oscar Party for six couples. The food was good, the company even better and the show, well, the company was awesome.

Double Rods

O is for Oceans...

2011-02-28T14:48:00.001-08:00

I've been complaining quite a bit about the Baby Hulk and his lack of drive lately. I know, it's kind of pathetic and psycho momish for me to call my kid out on laziness already, but, that is me.

My goals for this year were relatively simple: learn to read, learn to write, some math concepts, religion and study science by going through the alphabet. Each week I'd have a theme with books, coloring sheets, food, a craft and possibly a short field trip. We wouldn't go into anything heavy, and at times the topic didn't have anything to do with science.

We made it to the letter M and faltered big time. The Baby Hulk has never enjoyed coloring, so I don't make him color more than a coloring page a couple of times a week. We've been working successfully, or so I thought, with Handwriting Without Tears until recently. His reading was going so well, we were on long vowels, then he just gave up on that as well. Forget any of the cool books I checked out for our science studies.

N week was another disaster that was continued so we could get it right. Big mistake. I was almost in tears, ready to send him somewhere next year for preschool. I even handed him off to my dad last Saturday.

Not only was Baby Hulk not working for me, he had an attitude. He would roll his eyes at me whenever I asked him to do something. I thought I only had one teenager in the house.

Finally, we are back on track. Last week, we studied Oceans. We had a great week. And while his handwriting doesn't seem to be improving, he worked so hard for me every day! He was excited to read again, do some graphing and color some pictures.

His reward was a trip to the Aquarium.

The Red Carpet

2011-02-26T12:19:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow is the Oscars. I think I'm supposed to be in Chicago right now, not sure how those plans got screwed up. It's okay, I see Paul and Brian in two weeks(!) and have plans to watch the show with online friends. Is that weird?

I remember one of my first dates with Lance was watching the Superbowl. I was terrified to speak because I heard him on the radio talking about how he hated Superbowl parties because of women who viewed them as a social event rather than a sporting event. I was so mute, he even made a comment. I'm sure he wishes I was still as silent at times. SO...the point being is that the Oscars are similar for us. We love movies and enjoy the Oscars quite a bit despite how freaking long it lasts. We want movie fans and minimal talk during the important times of the show.

Here are my predictions and favorites for the year. My personal vote is listed second.

Best Actor: Colin Firth, Ryan Gosling (Why wasn't this guy nominated???)
Best Actress: Natalie Portman, Natalie Portman
Best Supporting Actor: Christian Bale, Geoffrey Rush
Best Supporting Actress: Melissa Leo, Melissa Leo
Best Director: David Fincher, Darren Aronofsky (I'll be fine with a win for Fincher because he managed to make a movie about FB that was interesting and not a lot of directors could do that. Aronofsky deserves to win because he made a movie that nobody else could make, truly his vision.)
Original Screenplay: The King's Speech, The Kids Are All Right
Adapted Screenplay: The Social Network, Toy Story 3
Original Score: Let's just say I can't wait to see Trent Reznor on stage.
Film Editing: The Social Network, The Social Network
Cinematography: True Grit, True Grit
Best Picture: The King's Speech, Black Swan

Here is how I would rank the movies nominated for Best Picture:
Black Swan
The Fighter
Toy Story 3
True Grit
The Social Network
The King's Speech
The Kids Are All Right
Inception
127 Hours
Winter's Bone

The top four movies are all interchangeable for me depending on my mood.

While there are a couple of nominations that I scratched my head over, there is nothing to make me sick like last year. Well, except the omission of Ryan Gosling this year.

When Good Parenting Goes Bad

2011-02-24T18:27:00.001-08:00

A few weeks ago, I mentioned that No David was starting to potty train on his own. He then decided on his own that he didn't want to go further in that endeavor. Not one to push on potty training, I let it go.

Instead, I decided that he had to give up his pacifier. A reasonable exchange, I thought. I continue wiping your butt, you give up the paci the APA recommends giving up by 18 months, (I think.)

Yes, he's 2 1/2. I tried to take the pacifier away when he was 18 months, and he cried so hard. And again at 2, and still he cried. I'll admit after those two incidents I didn't press it. Before he turned a year old, he was only using his pacifier at night anyway, so what was the big deal. And there wasn't except if he wasn't going to be potty trained, I felt like I needed something in return.

And did I ever get something. No David is ALL BOY. If there is a stereotype about boys, he fits it. He is so loving, but exhaustingly mischievous. He is the one I worry about breaking a bone, skipping school one day and wrecking the car. He's just a mess, and I say that will all the love in my heart because he is a cute mess. And he is my mess.

And now he is a cranky mess. Ever since he lost the pacifier he has become angry. He refuses to take naps and bedtime is a disaster. He used to go to bed so easily, piling all his animals, giving me a kiss, putting the pacifier in his mouth and off to sleep he would go. Today, it's a totally different story. First, he starts by saying "mommy" about ten times and nothing else. It's enough to drive me insane. When I leave he starts to scream. And doesn't stop. EVER.

It's so bad now that I have begged him to take the pacifier back, but he refuses. He throws it at me while screaming how he doesn't want the pacifier anymore.

If I had known my boy would have changed over losing the pacifier, I wouldn't have been so greedy about making him give it up. It has been pointed out to me several times that I am the cause of this unhappiness and present madness in our home.

No David in happier times

You're Not Welcome Here

2011-02-22T10:16:00.000-08:00

Tuesday is a daily mass day for me and the under five crew. You never know how it's going to turn out. While we haven't had an incident where anyone has needed to pray for me lately, I do have to stop the chit chat of No David. Then there is the Baby Hulk who may or may not like the priest celebrating the mass.

Today was nearly perfect as far as mass goes with three young children. The baby didn't make a peep, the Baby Hulk sat quietly beside me on the last row and No David wandered between the pew and the door without making a sound. Until I burped Baby Z...two people turned as I patted her on the back.

I was feeling good about myself, the day and full of love and then this lady informed me in Spanish that I should use the cry room during mass for the kids. Although I understood every word she said, I couldn't answer her in Spanish. No problem, she told me the same shit in English.

Really???

Oh, the benefits of a cry room: you can hear the mass and your kids can run around the entire time. Just what a mom that goes to daily mass wants, children who don't understand the importance of mass and don't take it seriously. Have I used the cry room before? Yes, and had my children needed to be in there, I would have gone. As laid back as I like to think I am, I am hyper-sensitive about some things. I hate when my kids don't share, talk too loud and so on. I have to be reminded to let them be kids. Often. Ask my parents, I so don't think my kids are perfect despite what they think!

I wasn't rude to the lady, but let her know that I wouldn't be using the cry room. Her response: "God bless you". And if you can make that statement in a crappy way without any heart, she did it.

I immediately found the grandmothers that love me and asked if my kids had made any noise. When they also told me how great they were today, I tattled on the witch. They were appropriately horrified for me.

Then I went to the priest who told me how happy he was to see the children at mass and thanked me for bringing them BEFORE I even told him about the lady.

You know this isn't the first time I've been made to feel like crap for bringing my kids to church. It happens all the time. I'd like to say it's mostly old people who have forgotten what kids are like, but it's not. It's people my age, my parents age and so on. For a church that opposes ABC and is so pro-life, sadly, a lot of them can be pretty crappy when it comes to kids.

Weekend Thoughts

2011-02-18T18:49:00.000-08:00

Random thoughts and weekend plans

I power watched almost all the Oscar contenders, then fell flat. I've made it through one Documentary. Kind of, enough to say I hope it doesn't win. I have one week left to finish up.

Just now realizing that I won't be watching the Oscars with Paul and Brian.

Gave my kids fish sticks from the freezer section for dinner tonight. I felt like it was the 70's. My young boys wondered what was on their plate. Squirt had the sense to appreciate the meal.

Bad week for me and the Baby Hulk. I had planned to take him to the symphony tomorrow, but am graciously allowing my dad to take him without me. It's not that I don't trust my dad or mom, I just honestly hate for my kids to be away from me. I am kind of psycho like that. MAYBE that is why I'm having such a hard time with BH this week. I think we need some space. I say this with a really heavy heart because he is truly the sweetest boy ever, but him being away from me for a few hours is a really good thing. Especially since during those few hours Lance will be gone.

I sometimes ask my kids why they are crying. Their response is usually, "I don't know." Even Squirt has taken several years to tell me exactly why he is crying. (Not that he has screaming crying fits anymore!) Today when No David was screaming hysterically, I asked him expecting the same response. Nope, he stopped crying, pointed at Lance and said "Daddy put me to bed." Glad he was clear on that.

Taking my girl on a shopping spree tomorrow. The joy of girls!

Tomorrow night: dinner at Reef with Travis Rodgers and the wife. Excited to meet her.

Lance finally bought me tickets to the Old 97's! Cannot wait. Super excited to see one of my favorite bands and Internet friends.

I want to lose 10 pounds in two weeks. Seeing that I lost ONE pound in ONE week, I don't think that's going to happen, but I can dream, right? What does Lance do: bring home cupcakes. He knew I was having a hard time with the BH. I didn't want to make him feel bad, so I immediately ate two cupcakes.

I got a call from a friend at Goose's school today. Her daughter has lice. Turns out the kid who had it two weeks ago passed it around. It's not dangerous, but lice just sounds GROSS. Never had it as a kid, don't want it. And selfishly, all I can think is: I have five kids, four who end up in my room at various times during the week. I can't get lice. My hair is way too thick to have lice. I have this image of getting lice and having to shave off my hair to get rid of it. Every time my head itched today, I was convinced I had it. I came home, made Lance promise not to even joke about it and search my head. Anybody scratch their head while reading this?

Tuesday night four different children woke me up. No David cried because he didn't feel well and finally came to sleep at the foot of my bed at midnight. The Baby Hulk arrived around 1 am to tell me he needed to use the restroom. Thankfully, he went back to his bed. Baby Z had her usual feedings during the night. Then Goose came in around 5 in the morning to sleep with us. Lance left that morning assuring me that we would never get pregnant again. I think he might be right.

Two Months

2011-02-17T20:07:00.000-08:00

My sweet angel...you are two months today. You are perfect. You Smile! You are a mom's girl. I am sure that will change soon enough, so for now I will relish every minute. You have the heart of every male in this family. The boys are always asking "why you are so beautiful". Dad and I just claim that we make beautiful babies. They all want to hold you or feed you and basically get in your face every second of the day. It's hard to hold them back because I love their excitement, but at the same time, I do like when you actually sleep! My only request would be a full night's sleep or some real time in your bassinet. But really, I can't complain because we are so grateful for you. You complete our family and not because you are a girl. I can't explain it, but you are the perfect fit for us, like we had been waiting for you all along. I love you dearly, little girl.

Valentine's Day

2011-02-16T16:17:00.000-08:00

The start of my day...Eggs in the shape of a heart.

And the end of my day.

Despite the CBs below, our day was nice. Squirt's nasal surgery went well, supposedly we're/he's fine, but we will see in about two years. Lance surprised me with breakfast in bed. I stopped by Pete's for filet for dinner. Glad to celebrate US. Thanks, Hallmark.

Pissed because they were kicked out of the dining room.

Daybook~Mother Mary

2011-02-13T20:13:00.001-08:00

For Today...February 13, 2011

Outside my window...the weather is beautiful. It was so nice today. This afternoon we played outside just because we could. Finally.

I am wearing...black yoga pants and a shirt I plan to donate really soon. It's featured in the pictures below and I had no idea how unflattering it really is! Also, my Grinch slippers. I think these slippers reflect my mood this past week. Hopefully, my heart will change like the Grinch's did soon.

I am listening to...Cracker.

I am praying...a million Hail Marys. This week has been the hardest as far as parenting goes in a while. I am so tired of saying "tomorrow is another day." I just want today to be the day that I'm a great parent.

I'm also praying...for Squirt's surgery tomorrow. It will hopefully be quick and with an easy recovery, esp since he has work to finish tomorrow night.

I am pondering...the idea of joy and how it relates to my life. I think I have it figured out and how to keep it coming.

From the kitchen...tomorrow we'll have filet and fingerling potatoes with fresh green beans. The rest of the week will be healthy so I can reach my goal. We have a wedding, the Old 97's, (hopefully) a listener event, and Paul and Brian within the next month. So a healthy diet is in order.

To be fit and happy...OMG. While I was gone they changed the spin class and now we watch our RPM's and stuff and I'm ready to DIE. It is killing me and older women are flying and I'm ready to leave the class. I swear, spin was easier 9 months pregnant!! I am hoping spin shoes will make me ride faster, but that is probably wishful thinking! Regardless, I love being back at the gym.

I am reading...Small Steps for Catholic Moms. It's perfect for me as the steps I take as a mom are so very small these days. I finished The Hunger Games series. LOVED IT. Shea, you need to read this now and give it to Will in a year or so.

From the learning rooms...we are SLOWING down quite a bit. The Baby Hulk and I are having some problems lately. I have found that as I've backed off, I catch him reading on his own. We're on N week, for the second week in a row, and talking Nutrition. Very, very limited work.

One of my favorite things...reading with Goose. I can't explain how much I love this. Just sitting on the couch together and reading whatever is around the house.

I am hoping...that this week is a good one. I need a good week, for confidence, to know that I really am a good parent.

I am thankful...Marivi is back home! She's been on vacation for a week, out of the country and we haven't talked at all.

A few plans for the week...celebrate Valentine's Day, swim lessons, a visit to Forbidden Gardens, relax and watch some documentaries with my hubby!

A picture thought or two...

Baby Z is starting to smile! I commented how she doesn't spit up at all, and then today she had reflux and the cute picture of her smiling shows a big wet spot. Nice. But she was smiling so I had to post it. I posted the second picture so Chelsea and Stacy could see how awesome her dress really is since the first shot didn't show that. And lastly, there she is looking at daddy!

Do Over

2011-02-12T19:24:00.000-08:00

This afternoon was not a great one. I sent Lance to College Station to attend a football clinic for the afternoon thinking it wouldn't be a big deal. He was only going to listen to one speaker. I just failed to account for his drive time. No biggie though, I figured they would nap, we'd make a Valentine's project, watch a short movie about St. Bernadette and have dinner.

The project sits unfinished, and the movie is still in its case.

I was so frustrated with the kids for various reasons: No David for his continued mischievous nature, The Baby Hulk's continued inability to do one thing I ask of him, and Goose's failure to read any of his school work this week. (Blog entry on that to come later.) And then my little girl: she continues to cry unless you hold her. While I don't believe in letting babies "cry it out" at this stage, there have been times that I have to put her down and let me tell you, the girl has stamina. She is relentless.

You could safely say that I was more than annoyed by bedtime.

And the boys knew it. It took every effort to say prayers and give kisses and tell them I love them. And that I expected more tomorrow. As I closed the door, I promised myself tomorrow would be better. I would do better.

Less than ten minutes later, Goose was in my room bawling. Earlier when No David was turning the television on and off (one of his new moves), Goose had seen something that scared him.

Here was my chance, and thank God, I didn't miss it. Thank God I was a mom instead of a drill sergeant. Hearing my reaction to Goose was enough to bring the Baby Hulk into the room. He decided that he was scared too. Then No David climbed out of his crib, telling us he was scared and wanted to snuggle. How could I turn that down?

I'm not usually a fan of holdouts during bedtime. We have long days, and the boys need their sleep. Period. Everyone has bedtimes, including Squirt, who just asked us when he would get a new time. We wouldn't survive without bedtimes. But for tonight, I'm grateful for the chance of a "Do Over" with the boys. They, no WE all deserved it.

Note to Self

2011-02-11T16:51:00.001-08:00

Before you plan a date night with your husband, make sure you fit into something besides yoga pants and a "I'm a pepper" t-shirt.

I am seriously bummed, eight weeks in and I can't fit into a thing. I plan to lose the rest of the baby weight, so I really have no desire to buy something new. But since it's winter, I need jeans and such. I have been wearing the same black preg pants since Baby Z arrived.

The sad thing is that I thought I was looking decent, but now I know how far I really need to go. And while I'm not one of those self-loathing women who hate themselves because they get fat, I am one of those women who likes to be thin. With my boobs, I have to be a small size to look small. Simple fact of life.

So off we go, Lance looking hip, me looking like I'm still pregnant.

Guilty Pleasures

2011-02-11T09:41:00.000-08:00

I was super excited to be invited to post an entry on any show not covered over at ApeDonkey. They do reviews of every great show, some I don't have the time to watch. The blog is awesome, and I'm constantly checking for updates.

Here's the problem, nobody needs a review of 90210. And I'm not talking about the "New" 90210. I'm talking Brenda, Dylan and Kelly, Donna Martin graduates and David Silver's dance moves.

The DVR in the bedroom is classified as mine. I can't tell you how many episodes I have saved on it. It's slightly embarrassing. And I have my favorites...anything with Kelly and Dylan.

So we all have them, things we hate to admit liking. Despite a huge dislike for pop music, I found myself downloading a Rihanna song a couple of weeks ago. I actually paid for a Rihanna song!! And she's fine, but you wouldn't hear her on channel 54. I am so embarrassed that I won't listen to it in the car with Squirt.

As for movies, Bring It On has to be my top film. I have the lines memorized. And Grease 2. Lance loves it too, but for reasons much different than me. Something to do with Michelle Pfeiffer and Cool Rider.

Worthless Wednesday

2011-02-09T19:53:00.000-08:00

This morning I woke up to a sleeping baby! She was so sound and peaceful, and I realized she hadn't had her 5 am feeding. I was ready to celebrate because this would mean that we were on our way towards getting some sleep. Then I looked for her bottle and it was nowhere to be found. I prayed I had just forgotten to get it out of the fridge at 3ish, but knew my prayers wouldn't work in this case. Nope, Lance had fed her. It was so nice to have that extra sleep, but at the same time a cruel joke for me to think we would soon return to a normal life.

I dropped Squirt off for his monthly orthodontist appointment. I love this place, I can drop him off and they take him to school. I'm not forced to subject my kids to other patients at 8 in the morning, I don't miss my workout and they give Squirt a ride to his school. It's a perfect arrangement except when they screw up his appointment. Turns out he needs an appointment when nobody else is in the office? I know, this sounds super freaking creepy, so he missed class this morning for nothing and has to return. But this time, I get to go as well because there is no way I can leave him all alone in the office. Supposedly, the ortho doesn't like to be distracted for whatever procedure they are doing this month, but I am positive my little ones will be more distracting than his other patients ever would have been today.

Another day of freezing weather means another missed swim lesson. This time, the swim coach called early to confirm I wasn't bringing Goose to his afternoon lesson so he didn't have to go to work and wait on us. Technically, they weren't closing the place until right after Goose's lesson so I'm screwed again. Drives me insane to waste this money.

Since I had extra time after school today, I bathed the kids at 4:30 thinking I'd have them in bed by 7. They went to bed at 8:30.

And last, Lance dressed up for me today, but changed before I got home. What was the point?

Professional Eater

2011-02-08T15:05:00.001-08:00

I've been worried about No David's eating habits for a while now. The kid eats nonstop. He wakes up asking for a waffle and wants a snack as soon as he walks through the door. Before the baby was born, it was easy to delay the snack because we were at the gym five days a week. But since I couldn't take the baby to the gym until she was six weeks old, we were coming home before 8:30 and No David would walk to the fridge or pantry asking for a snack. Sometimes, he wanted lunch.

Sure, I would try and give him something healthy like fruit, but the kid won't stop. Then he starts crying when I won't give him food. I understand his frustration, at times I feel like crying because I want something sweet. He also tries to take food from his brothers something that doesn't go over well with any of them, which leads to more tears. And while he's not overweight, he has certainly not missed any meals.

And quite frankly, he's hard to be around while I'm trying to lose weight. Since he woke up from his nap, he has had two skittles, two bowls of grapes, fruit chews, popcorn with me, four carrots and he still wants more. The problem is that I've been eating with him this entire time. It would seem he gets his willpower from me.

While writing this entry, he has opened the fridge three times and the pantry twice.

I did find inspiration to stop eating sweets though: Val Kilmer. Seriously, what happened to that guy? And please don't tell me he has some disease that makes his face look like he's been stung by a billion bees. I would have to feel bad.

Stumbling At The Finish Line

2011-02-07T11:32:00.000-08:00

I had the best surprise on Friday: No David decided he was ready to be potty trained. I was pretty excited as I've never had a kid who decided on his own to potty train. And I'll admit I'm pretty lazy about the whole thing, waiting until the boys turn three before starting. While I don't like changing diapers, I don't mind it like some do. When people talked about having two in diapers, it didn't matter to me.

Yet the thought of No David on the toilet was a great thing.

We were doing so good, no accidents. On Sunday, we made it to church, through church and home. He was so proud to wear underwear. This morning we dropped the boys off, went to the gym, grocery store and made several stops at the bathroom. At each stop, he was successful.

Then we came home and he has peed twice in the house, not the toilet.

Is it bad that I'm ready to give up and wait until he turns three? I either want him trained or not. Nothing in the middle. Here's hoping this afternoon is better.

For Aunt Stacy

2011-02-06T20:20:00.000-08:00

Essentially the same picture, but I had to put both because you can see the little hat better in the second one, but my mom liked the first picture better. Stacy has bought tons of stuff for Baby Z, this being the first outfit for her. We've been dying to see her in it, and now it fits perfectly. Within a weeks time Baby Z has grown so much. She is filling out and looking more human and girlish than alien and old man.

She is even starting to smile at me!

Patron?

2011-02-04T17:10:00.001-08:00

While browsing some blogs today, I came across a Saint Name Generator. You go to the site, click a button and BAM...you have a saint picked out for you. Thinking it would be fun and possibly provide me with someone new to learn about, I clicked it.

Saint Eugene de Mazoned where have you been my whole life?

Snow Day

2011-02-04T06:57:00.000-08:00

All week long we've been preparing for snow and ice. Today was the day and what a bust. No Snow. My poor kids have been talking about building a snowman all week. Now their play date has been cancelled because mom doesn't drive on ice and they are stuck inside. Oh, to be like the mom next door who threw her kids outside by 8:30 this morning so they could check out the ice.

I decided to set up stations for the day to keep us from going crazy. Really, I can't take listening to Caillou any longer. Goose has decided he doesn't like "learning shows" anymore so instead he watches the most annoying show around. Somehow he managed to hit record without our knowledge so we have more than ten episodes with more popping up each day. And let me tell you, Caillou is the biggest baby around. This show explains the Baby Hulk's sudden inability to walk down the hall by himself. I really don't let my kids watch television very often, but I must admit with sick ones and me being super tired, I have allowed a bit more television than usual.

Today we are making a St. Brigid cross, reading on the couch, having a snack, doing a chore, having lunch, silent reading and puzzles. We'll end with popcorn and a family movie. Not bad, but still not the same as building as a snowman.

Here are some pictures from Wednesday. Squirt's surgery went well, and he should be able to actually breathe out of his nose soon. The doctor assures us that he will be fine after this surgery, but since this is the third surgery of this type, we're not convinced.

I often find Baby Z with toys surrounding her from the boys. The boys were really worried about Squirt and thought their animals would help him feel better.

We didn't make it to Mass on Wednesday to have our candles blessed so Lance did a blessing at home for us. No David LOVES his new candle. We, and by we I mean Lance and I, made candles over the weekend and I bought the cheesy ones at HEB for the kids. They were so excited about them!

The Difference

2011-02-02T11:25:00.000-08:00

And because I wouldn't be me if I didn't just get this off my tongue...but I am over everyone asking if I notice the difference between boys and girls. The answer is yes: she cries ALL. THE. TIME.

Everyone who has both boys and girls kept talking about how much easier a girl would be than my boys. So far, I'm just not feeling that. I have a daughter who refuses to sleep in her bassinet and won't go more than four minutes without crying if you aren't holding her. Where is the sweetness? My mom reminded me that No David cried quite a bit, but this girl has him beat by a long shot. I feel bad because there are times that I just can't hold her or sling her, and she literally cries nonstop. Then you hold her, and she immediately stops.

There has been one difference: she doesn't spit up like the others. That's a positive.

Change of Plans

2011-02-02T09:15:00.000-08:00

Today is the perfect example of how regimented and cheap I am. I have been working on flexibility for years. You would think with children flexibility is a must. You would think I would have learned this lesson at this point in my life. But here I am stewing because my plans for the day are not going to happen.

And as I am sitting here, I am thinking of things I won't be able to do tomorrow either. The first week of February is so rich with things to do for the kids. In the Church, we have the Feast of St. Brigid, Candlemass, and the Feast of St. Blase. Then there is Groundhog Day, Chinese New Year and the start of a new month. And I want to do it ALL.

And not in just a checklist kind of way.

I had plans for yesterday, today and tomorrow. Not to mention swim lessons that I've already paid for the month. Do you know how hard it was for me to cancel today? I admit, I can be cheap. But Lance reminded me exactly how cold it is today and that swimming isn't really a good idea. So out went our plans for taking our candles to the church to be blessed, swim lessons, the library and Chinese New Year at Goose's school. (Thankfully, my plans for the gym were intact, I don't think I could have handled today otherwise.)

Instead, we're baking cookies for Squirt who is in surgery right now, we'll light his special candle for the year tonight and Lance will bless our candles, we'll have soup and be together. I know in my heart that that will be better than anything I had planned. It only took me four hours to get over not having the day go exactly as I planned.

The Check Is In the Mail

2011-02-01T08:34:00.000-08:00

I received the bill for having Baby Z less than two weeks ago and the hospital has called twice asking where the payment is. Seriously, don't these people have anything better to do? And while today is the day I pay bills, (yes, I actually still write checks) I am tempted to set this bill aside just because they pissed me off. I am paying the entire amount at once in cash so they can back off until the actual due date stated on the bill.

I Don't Date My Patients

2011-01-28T15:14:00.000-08:00

The nominations for the Oscars were announced Tuesday morning, and I can rest easy knowing that nobody as bad as Sandra Bullock will win an Oscar this year. It still drives me crazy knowing that she won last year. And while I'm sure she's nice, and I admit to liking her in Crash and While You Were Sleeping, she so didn't deserve an Oscar for that POS she did last year. It was almost as bad as Julia Roberts beating Ellen Burstyn years ago.

For whatever reason we STILL haven't made it to The King's Speech. I'm going to assume I'll love it and Colin Firth, and so I can safely say that my biggest problem is that Ryan Gosling wasn't nominated. He is so damn good.

Baby Z is six weeks today which meant two things for me. First, I got to see my OB on Wednesday, and second, I am back in business at the gym. I honestly don't know which one I was looking forward to more. With such high hopes for both, there had to be some disappointment and there was. On Wednesday, despite being so excited to see me, my doctor didn't take the bait when I said we should make plans to get together. I know, it was a bold move on my part, but she sounded a bit sad when she stated how we won't see each other for another year. Dinner plans only made sense to me. She even bought Baby Z a gift. How many babies do I need to have before I strike a real friendship here???

Then there was the gym, I went back today ready for Body Pump. I got sidetracked visiting Lance at Nick's Place so I decided I would catch a later class. Only they cancelled the class. Then as I was reactivating my membership, I got charged 12 bucks to cover the rest of the month. Four freaking days! Now I am annoyed that I didn't just go on Monday. Although they probably would have charged me for one day. Regardless, I managed 3.5 miles before quitting. Not bad after six weeks off, I think.

And while I have been really missing Chelsea lately, especially since she has been a baking queen, I guess it's a good thing she doesn't live close by while I'm trying to shed the rest of this baby weight. Let those 20 year old co-eds gain the weight. But for my birthday, I want something really good.

It would appear that Lance and I will be making a visit to Goose's school next week. It seems some classmate is picking on him. To be honest, I'm not a fan of this kid, he is THE KID everyone wants to be friends with and is already a jerk, if you can call a 6 year old a jerk. And I can since that kid is picking on my kid. I am hoping that Lance can take care of this before I have to go Nicki Grant on the kid.

I managed to survive Lance's trip without getting in a bad mood or yelling at the kids. Even when I got upset, I held it together. Now to behave like that all the time...I am very happy he's home though and can't wait to see what he does to thank me for letting him go out of town so soon after Baby Z was born.

Happy Birthday!

2011-01-27T20:17:00.000-08:00

Happy Birthday, Jessica! As I took this picture, I reminded you that last year you were holding No David in your arms. And just like last year and the year before that, you spent a good deal of your party holding a baby in your arms. Not worried what other people might think, not letting any of the kids bother you on your special night. Your dad kept thanking us, but we were the ones honored to be with you tonight. You're a member of this family too and all of us love you so much. Happy Birthday, may all your dreams come true!

XM Radio Sucks

2011-01-25T10:11:00.000-08:00

A few months ago, I wrote about XM Radio and how they steal your money. I was really frustrated, but not too worried about the 305$ that they charged to our credit card without my consent. I had faith that our credit card company would deal with them, and I'd have my money back soon enough.

Isn't there something about only having faith in God? Well, I'm not sure even God could get money back from the POS known as XM Radio. Today, I received a letter from our credit card company informing me that while they will still fight for us, they have yet to resolve this matter. XM has sent in information stating that we never cancelled service in the MANY calls we made. What liars. How do they train these people. Never once did I tell them I wanted to continue service. It didn't even work in my car! In fact, I was more than clear that if using their service would save my life, I would rather die. Lance was clear. But it doesn't matter because we are still effed. (Do I really have to start curbing my cussing just because Squirt has finally figured out that I have a blog? Shouldn't he be learning in school rather than reading my blog there?!)

With Lance gone, I was sure Baby Z's constant need to be held or No David's constant need for food would do me in. Nope, it's a letter that has taken me over the edge. I have to rethink strategy. They will not get my money. And while I am at it, I will try and get anyone I can to cancel their service too.

Higher Learning?

2011-01-24T11:37:00.000-08:00

Heard in my house: "I brang a bag to school."

Me: "what?!!!"

Other person: "isn't it brung?"

Really? I was almost too embarrassed to type this, but then I wasn't the one saying it.

Happy Birthday, Baby

2011-01-20T19:31:00.000-08:00

There wouldn't "Life in the Men's Room" without the head of this household. And today, January 21, we celebrate the man that made it possible for me. Happy Birthday, Baby! I wish I had something as awesome as last year, minus me stumbling drunk, planned for you, but I don't. I'm sick, getting worse by the minute, and tired. The sick will pass and so will the tired, soon I hope. And while we still won't party like rock stars, for which I am sure you are grateful, I promise a great celebration. Until then, I offer you my love, my devotion, a three day trip to the Senior Bowl, a clean house and gaggle of kids. You are the love of my life, and I am so grateful you were born today.

If you aren't feeling much love though, take a look back and remember how sweet I was when I gave you 40 reasons. Then remember you are leaving me with FIVE kids while you go watch football.

Longhorns and Tutus, Could It Get Better?!

2011-01-19T18:51:00.000-08:00

Now

2011-01-18T12:08:00.001-08:00

Several blogs I follow have talked about embracing a word for the year rather than making resolutions. While I still have a few things I'd like to do such as watch more movies with Lance or finally move beyond episode 2 of Breaking Bad, I like the idea of embracing one word for the year. Hopefully, it will help me to become a better mother, wife, and all around person.

NOW: this is my word for the year. I have a one month old and already, I am freaking out, thinking of her getting bigger. When I think of getting rid of this damn pump in a year, (assuming I last that long!) I'm so freaking excited until I realize that means my baby, my sweet little angel, will be a year too. And let's be real, there are very slim chances of another baby.

And I am fine with that, but at the same time, I have to admit I love this state of life. I don't love getting up at night, but it's a small sacrifice to pay to hold a baby. I love the sweet baby cry that infants make. And I love when they get a bit older. I love the fact that my babies want me all the time, I love when they first give a real kiss, I love trying to decipher what they say, truly, I love it all. I don't mind not going out so much and I'm lucky that when I do need that weekend getaway, my mom takes the kids without complaint.

And so I look to the future with dread knowing that this is probably it as far as first times. I'm packing away No David's clothes and giving them to a friend. Trying not to buy too much for Baby Z so as not to be wasteful. Instead of just living in the Now and appreciating this amazing family I have, I worry about the future and not having what I have at this exact moment. I have always been this way, but I promise not to waste any more time on the future. I will live for today and appreciate all that I have today.

Daybook~One Month

2011-01-17T06:16:00.000-08:00

For Today...January 17, 2o11

Outside my window...it's dreary outside. Still wet from yesterday's rain. At times, I hate being stuck inside, but not today with my kids home.

I am wearing...black yoga pants and a black workout shirt. My workout clothes make me feel smaller than baggy clothes and at the same time remind me why the Baby Hulk keeps asking if I am still pregnant. I am also wearing Snoopy slippers and my L necklace. L is for Lance, I should have worn this last week!

I am listening...to Goose and the Baby Hulk work. It's school time, and my students are really goofing around.

I am praying...for my friend that has surgery tomorrow. Please join in with me.

I am hoping...that Lance and I are able to see a couple of movies this week. We have The King's Speech, Blue Valentine, Another Year and then I will (hopefully) have seen everyone that will be nominated for the major categories this year. Then I promise I will start watching the documentaries I am soooo very far behind on.

I am pondering...the idea of an Oscar party with some of Lance's listeners.

From the kitchen...Yikes, no menu planned yet. I have a feeling we won't have anything super great this week, which stinks, but I need to start eating better and Lance wants to eat better, so it's okay if we have grilled chicken this week. Although really, I would rather have a bowl of cereal every night than grilled chicken.

From the learning rooms...M is for Martin Luther King Jr., Maps, Monuments, Magnets, and Monopoly. We're slowing down a bit on reading as I pursue a phonics program. The Baby Hulk is actually a great reader, but as the books get harder, he forgets some of the easy short vowel words. So after going over our budget, I think I am going to sign up for Explode the Code, something I never did with Goose because I didn't know any better.

I am reading...finally! The Hunger Games. Squirt got this series for Christmas and has not put the books down at all. He gave me the first one to read and was on my case all last week. I read it over the weekend and it was awesome! Now he needs to read faster so I can read the next one!

To live the liturgy...we're back to Ordinary time in the Church. We're also celebrating a name day this week! As well as the feast of St. Agnes.

One of my favorite people...Jessica. Here she is posing for pictures before Senior Girls. Isn't she just beautiful?!

Another...favorite...Big Love. I am so flipping bummed that this is the show's final season. I LOVE all the sister wives. And while I generally relate to Barb in her no-nonsense organizing way, I also a huge fan of Nikki, and totally related to her bullying the kid that picked on her kid. Because let's be clear, anyone who messed with my kid would get the same treatment.

A few plans for the week...swim lessons, haircuts for the boys, birthdays, movies, a nice dinner

A picture thought or two...

I am so not a fashion person, but I love dressing this little girl even though we are home quite a bit. I never seem to catch good shots of Baby Z. To be honest, she is cutest when sleeping right now, but she only sleeps in our arms which prevents a lot of pictures.

The big yawn...proof that she doesn't always scream.

To Baby Z

2011-01-13T19:01:00.001-08:00

Today I caught you staring at me. Just looking so intently at my face as if you were trying to figure me out. I couldn't stop staring right back at you. I want so much not to forget any second of your sweet life. I know how it goes...I will forget lots of the details I so desperately want to hang onto because we will make new memories, you and I together. But I know I will remember how your face looked today. I wanted to capture it for everyone to see, but alas, it is only a picture imprinted on my heart. I love you, my sweet little girl. Mom

PS: you are 4 weeks old tomorrow! I still can't believe you are here.

What More Can Happen

2011-01-12T07:14:00.000-08:00

Monday a glass bottle broke as I was trying to get out the door. I stayed calm.

Tuesday, we discovered the dog was gone as we were trying to leave. We finally had to leave to get the kids the school. We last saw her in front of psycho lady's house.

This morning, some guy hit me with his Honda accord. No damage to my car, some to his. Happened a block away from school, major language problems.

Daybook~Winter

2011-01-10T07:44:00.000-08:00

For Today...January 10, 2011

Outside my window...it's cold again. You can look outside and sense the dreariness. I actually love this weather. The only problem when it gets this cold is bringing in all the potted plants. Thankfully, I can still say I'm not supposed to lift anything heavy. Have fun boys! Speaking of boys, I swear, Squirt tried to wear shorts to school today.

I am wearing...blue sweats and a longhorn fleece.

I am listening to...the boys sing. Love their voices!

I am grateful...that I met my husband and had our first date on 1/9, for No David's mischievous smile, coffee and DVD's.

The most romantic thing I did...was yesterday, and it might not seem romantic to most. Lance and I saw two movies on our first date. These days, despite my love for movies, I rarely watch movies with Lance. Last night, we sat together and did nothing but watch an Oscar contender together. We used to recreate our first date, but this year we can't do that so this was just as nice.

I am thinking...about this quote: "It is above all in the home that, before ever a word is spoken, children should experience God's love in the love which surrounds them." I need to find ways to give God's love to my family each day. Period.

From the learning rooms...we're onto L week...the Lonestar State, Ladybugs, long vowels and patterns. And patience.

Around the house...no projects for now. Soon though we'll be trying to figure out the rooms again. Who sleeps where and so on.

From the kitchen...menu planned again. I like what I have planned, but now I think I need to add a soup since it's so cold outside. The Baby Hulk wants hotdogs and a picnic. That doesn't sound like a bad idea to me.

Towards Rhythm and beauty...so I had a bad day and a half, but I feel much better. We're settling into somewhat of a routine around here. Of course, that changes once we get back to the gym, but for now, we enjoy dropping the kids off at school, then snacking, then school.

No David...I must starve this kid. Yesterday he was being super cute hiding in the pantry, only I finally realized that he was eating the entire time he was being cute. There were crumbs everywhere. Friday night we caught him doing something very similar.

Happy to report...that I have seen three movies and started another. At the rate I will have seen all the Oscar hopefuls by the end of the month. YAY! Need to see True Grit, 127 Hours, The King's Speech. I am super behind on docs, but if I can at least finish the main categories soon, I will be happy.

Sad...that Chelsea left for school today. She isn't coming home for Spring break, so we won't see her until May. I think all the boys around here are going to miss her.

A few plans for the week...swim lessons, movies, napping?

One of my favorite things...my new Gucci purse! Super excited about it except for the fact that one side kind of droops. SO I am taking it back this afternoon to exchange it. They are going to think I am crazy because it is barely noticeable, but I notice and it is killing me.

And no pictures for the week...how sad, I have this beautiful family, but I don't have time to load pictures.

Sinking

2011-01-08T09:09:00.001-08:00

Three weeks in, and I'm finally tired. And cranky. The crankiness is made worse by people, meaning family members, asking what's wrong. My first impulse is to scream, "what the eff do you think is wrong?" Do I need to remind you know that I just had a kid, and that school started and I'm getting up for the day at 6, showering, pumping, feeding a baby who screams pretty much all the time, plus getting kids ready to school, plus coming home and teaching the Baby Hulk. Without any help at all. Side note: I hate when people assume that my 15 year old is a great help. Yes, he is a great kid, amazing kid, but helper he is not. At all.

So yes, I'm a bit cranky and sorry that the great mood I've been in since birth seems to be ending. I honestly can't wait to return to the gym. That hour of alone time working out will do wonders. I hate to sound ungrateful because I am thrilled with our new baby, but I so wish she would sleep in her crib. I have never wanted to co-sleep, and yet five kids down the line, here I am just so that I get some sleep. I don't know how people do it. Both Lance and I were commenting that while we are sleeping a bit, we have yet to really fall asleep because we worry about rolling onto her.

And I know this phase will soon come to an end, and I'll be lamenting the end of it, feeling sad that I won't have an infant in my arms, but for today, I'm tired, have no interest in pumping, listening to boys fight, No David fuss nonstop. I do feel slightly bad, I normally relish in motherhood, but for today I'm tired. And I think that is understandable. If not, there is always Xanax.

Donuts versus King Cake

2011-01-06T19:10:00.000-08:00

Today is the actual Feast of the Epiphany. I managed to make a super simple version of a King cake. And by simple, I mean I opened a can of Cinnamon rolls and shaped them into a circle, frosted it, then put colored sugar on it. It tasted good, looked decent except the purple sugar turned out black.

I was pretty excited to share this with the kids tonight until Goose decided he wanted a donut. When I turned him down, he decided he was going to pout to get his way and when that didn't work, he didn't talk to me while driving home from the store. He told me he didn't want my cake, didn't like it, refused to remember what it was and so on. He continued sulking and proceeded to hit the Baby Hulk in the face when he dared to enter the playroom. What nerve.

He was finally able to leave the room and once he saw the King Cake, he realized that he did indeed like it and told me that he would have a piece. When I told him he wouldn't have a piece, he decided tears were in order. He gave a good effort, but in the end, he will have his piece tomorrow. I think he's over being mad at me, but I haven't checked to see if he turned his pictures of me in his room around. That's what he does to show me who is really boss.

Daybook~Hello 2011

2011-01-02T17:07:00.000-08:00

For Today...January 2, 2011

Outside my window...it's dark and chilly outside. I love this weather, although it's a bit harder to enjoy with a two week old! I worry about it being too cold for her.

I am wearing...black pants and a black shirt. I can't wait until I fit into my clothes. I am not a fashionista, but I am over wearing maternity clothes!

I am grateful for...these past two weeks. Thank goodness Baby Z arrived when the kids were out of school and they could spend some time with her! We have had the best Christmas break. The boys are in love with their new sister and have alternated between singing to her and running outside to play football.

Also grateful...that I have such an easy time after my c-sections. I have been fine since leaving the hospital less than 48 hours after surgery and am ready (I think) to get five kids up and out of the house on Tuesday. But let's say a prayer just in case I'm not ready...

I am listening to...Liz Phair.

I am thinking...we are so not the Holy Family. A resolution of sorts is to become a better family from the top down to the bottom.

Speaking of resolutions...I resolve to start watching Breaking Bad. Lance loves this show, and I have only watched two episodes. I promise to watch if only to know why Jon Hamm keeps losing the Emmy to the guy on the show. I also resolve to go see a movie with Lance at least once a month! And then there is that patience thing...I'll work on that too.

On keeping home...All of the decorations are packed away. I never take down decorations before the Epiphany, which is January 6th. I figured since the Church celebrated the feast today, I could too. So everything is packed away and in the attic. I am so glad that I didn't unpack all my stuff this year. It was much easier to put away. As it was, I still had several tubs of decorations. Now comes the deep clean again. I keep telling Lance he doesn't realize how lucky he is that his wife is so neat and clean. And that I heal from my sections so well...because let's be real, I am the one who has kept this house clean despite being told to take it easy for the past two weeks.

Towards Rhythm and Beauty...is there a real rhythm in the house when you have a newborn? I guess next week, we'll start with a schedule because kids have to be at school, but other than that we're at the mercy of the baby as it should be for now. The beauty is staring at me every time I hold her. I am so thankful for this baby!

I am creating...plans for Baby Hulk and No David. We'll take it easy this week, but then we'll be back in business the following week. In looking over my blog from last winter, we really had a great time celebrating the saints and I hope to make some plans for that as well.

From the kitchen...menu planned and back to a regular diet. We finally went to the grocery store after not going for two weeks. I have no idea how we lasted that long.

One of my favorite things...Castle. My mom bought me the first season on DVD, and I have been able to catch up on everything I have missed. Normally, I wouldn't like a show like this, but I love it. Both Lance and I find ourselves laughing out loud.

The most romantic thing I did recently...danced with Lance to our wedding song. I was listening to Lenny Kravitz earlier and our wedding song, Heaven Help, came on and we both had the same idea!

A few plans for the week...show off the baby to the ladies at the gym. (No I'm not working out, just going to show her to the caregivers.) playdate, back to swim lessons, clean and enjoy my kids.

A picture thought I am sharing...

This is the picture I used for her announcement, which has yet to arrive. I am totally annoyed because I did the combo Christmas card/birth announcement and now it will arrive possibly on the 5th, one day before Christmas ends.

2010, A Year To Remember

2011-01-01T10:31:00.001-08:00

While 2010 wasn't perfect, it did end on the most positive note ever: the birth of our first daughter. Everybody is in love with her, and while we can't imagine a life without her, there was indeed a life. So here is my "Best Of" for 2010. Happy New Year and many blessings for 2011!

Such high hopes before reality set in.

We celebrated the liturgical year so much as a family, but the Feast of St. Joseph is one of my favorites.

Proudest moment of 2010.

One of five visits with our favorite people in the world.

My favorite thing to complain about is obvious.

A love note!

The ultrasound that changed everything!

My 40th birthday.

This kid hasn't changed one bit, might be into even more now.

Best Date Night of the year.

The one football highlight of the year. Despite how low the Longhorns went this year, I still laugh at Nebraska.

Kids.

My two favorite posts of the year about my kids and raising them.

Sports Crazy

2010-12-31T08:43:00.000-08:00

Goose is out of control. Every morning he gets up and watches the shortcuts, an NFL game in less than 30 minutes, that Lance has recorded from the previous week and then Sports Center. The kids can tell us scores from games, players from different teams...basically he is my husband and brother, but only six. Lance says he wasn't this interested at Goose's age. I must admit I am super proud of him.

And it's not just football.

He scrolls though all the channels looking for both football and basketball games, shouting who will be playing and when. (In fact, he can now work the remote better than me.) He got mad at Lance this morning because we don't subscribe to a channel that had a replay of Auburn versus South Carolina.

The only problem with this obsession: I have caught him watching women's Big 10 basketball twice in the past week. This is taking things a bit too far.

Nothing Says Christmas Like Darth Vadar?

2010-12-29T13:24:00.001-08:00

I love Star Wars. The original three. I can even handle the Ewoks. Empire Strikes Back is a movie I can watch over and over again. The news that Empire Strikes Back is going into the National Film Registry made me happy.

It also reminded me of all the Star Wars Ornaments I have in the attic. Long ago in another lifetime, I dated a guy who loved Star Wars. In fact, Lance is the only person I ever dated that didn't like Star Wars at all. We used to decorate a tree and bought Star Wars ornaments every year. When Lance and I got married, he saw them and decided they weren't going on his tree. He didn't see the correlation between Darth Vadar and Christmas. After we had been married a year, I got an email from the old boyfriend asking about the ornaments. He wanted some of them since he had purchased some of them. To be clear, they were gifts to me, and not really something that you would split after a breakup. It's not like we lived together and purchased the stuff together. I couldn't believe he had the nerve to ask for the ornaments. I thought it slightly petty and ignored his email after telling everyone about it. Years later, I wish I knew where he was so I could get rid of the box of ornaments taking up space in my attic.

We Don't Roll Tide In This House

2010-12-27T11:38:00.000-08:00

Have I mentioned that Goose is a total trash talker? Chelsea came over earlier in the week and was wearing a Bama shirt. Goose immediately smirked about it to the Baby Hulk. Within hearing distance. She told him that she could hear him, but he didn't care.

On Christmas Eve at the 1560 party, Chelsea told Goose that the hoodie below was a Bama hoodie because of the design. Christmas morning, he received two Longhorn hoodies and immediately let us know that the Bama hoodie needed to go to the donation pile. There would be no chance of anyone else wearing such an offensive jacket.

Scenes From Christmas~ 2010

2010-12-27T10:08:00.000-08:00

While this time of year is a bit busier for us with a newborn, we managed to keep most of our traditions, just on a smaller scale. My mom even let us borrow a Charlie Brown type Christmas tree, which all four boys HATED. It's not that Lance and I loved it, but I am more than happy that I don't have much work dealing with a tree this year.

Despite my plans to bake before Baby Z arrived, it didn't happen. So last week, I spent a day and a half power baking for family and our butcher. We didn't bake as much as normal, but we did have five kinds of cookies plus bread.

1560 party...yes, I went and took ALL. OF. MY. KIDS. Chelsea came into town to drive us out there. I think she has a future as a nanny, but she seems committed to finishing school at Bama. I love this party, Chelsea had never been before and was surprised at the amount of people there. It's hard to explain, but it's something that listeners really enjoy being a part of. Everyone was super nice and excited about the baby. And I got to meet Jill in person, someone I met through the blog, that I feel like I know really well! The only thing missing from the party was Ragin Bull Tailgaters.

The kids were finally able to check out some lights on Christmas Eve. I don't know why they love it so much, but they do. Despite all the tackiness out there, nothing says Christmas time more than outdoor lights.

Lance offered Squirt the chance to eat at Trulucks alone. I thought it would be nice, just the two of them having a nice meal alone. Squirt would have none of that. He wanted to pick up the food and bring it home so the entire family could eat together. There are so many times that I wonder if we have this parenting thing down, ESPECIALLY now that we have a teenager, but this is proof that we are doing something right. It must be. Now to remember this the next time I get pissed off! Of course, he did walk to the dining room table in a sleeveless shirt, and when I asked him to change, he put on a white undershirt instead. He finally got it right on the third try.

The boys, even Squirt, had some sort of X-mas pj's. The Baby Hulk picked out Baby Z's pj's, which were not my favorite, but turned out to be the only thing that fit. And while Lance grumbled the entire time, he managed to get some great pictures of my kids!

This is it as far as the nativity scenes I set out this year.

First thing Christmas morning, the boys placed baby Jesus in the nativity scene!

One of my all time favorite nativities...there is a larger version that could go on a table, but I have nowhere to put it.

We went to Mass before opening gifts, and the boys were so good again. It is so awesome to me that they can see all their presents sitting under the tree and not fuss about having to wait. They are very normal kids, they love presents, but on this day, they amaze me with their willingness to wait and worship before opening a single thing. And this year my parents went more overboard than usual, but as my mom said there weren't any gifts she regretted or wanted to save for a later date. The kids have been playing nonstop with their new loot, so while they may be on overload, I am happy to report that both the kids and I are satisfied with their choices. Now for time to sit with my new MAC.

Merry Christmas

2010-12-24T16:30:00.000-08:00

Merry Christmas!

Our first family photo taken on the 23rd. What a glorious thing to celebrate, the birth of a baby. And while we are so overjoyed with our newest child, we are more overwhelmed when we think of the love of our Father. The Father who sent his Son for us. When we think of Christmas, we don't always think past the birth of a beautiful baby. It's easy, babies are so sweet and delicate. But this child was so much more. He was our Saviour who sacrificed all for us. What a humbling thought. May everyone have a blessed Christmas and look upon the Child whose birth we celebrate with adoration and thanksgiving. Merry Christmas from the Zierlein Family.

Get Moving Now

2010-12-21T13:07:00.000-08:00

Disclaimer: This post is of no interest to men. I promise. And I warned you.

When it comes to my weight, I'm vain. I admit it. With the normal size of my chest, I've always had to be skinnier because my chest made me look bigger than I really am. I've always been one of those "I just need to lose five pounds" kind of girls. Then I became that women, then I hit my 30's, and I loved my body. It was a perfect size for me. Then I got pregnant and gained over 60 pounds. I lost the weight, but wasn't where I wanted to be. So then I got pregnant with the Baby Hulk and decided I would try and pump breastmilk to lose weight. The fact that it helped my NICU baby at the time was a bonus. But really, it was a pain and the only reason I continued was the rapid weight loss I experienced. And when I had No David, it was the same way. I could eat whatever I wanted, pump a ridiculous amount of milk, dump whatever milk might be tainted with alcohol and be skinny and have food for my baby.

I don't particularly enjoy pumping milk, but I could never bring myself to actually breastfeed despite all of my friends doing it and loving it. Live with this chest your whole life and see if you want a baby hanging on it for even one second. So vain me pumped so much milk that I lost a ton of weight, could workout and keep it off and eat whatever I wanted. I assumed it would be this way again.

What a bad assumption. And here is the annoying part of me...it's day four and despite giving birth to a seven pound baby, a placenta and starting to pump, I've lost five pounds. WTH? Yes, I am already stressed and Lance had the nerve to say it was because I ate a bunch of cupcakes at the hospital. So not the thing to tell me. Then he said I should eat like he does for QWL, and I would see results. (Not that he was saying I wasn't losing weight fast enough, he just didn't want to hear me complain.)

I am pumping and engorged. I've pumped two days and am not making a dent. Did turning 40 really make the difference in milk supply and weight loss? Okay, it's only day four, but still....I am more than frustrated right now. To make matters worse, I am now having to call the creepy lactation consultants for help. Here's a thought to make more women want to breastfeed, (because despite the fact that everyone I know does it, the overall numbers are super low), find consultants that aren't creepy. Is it a job requirement to be a creepy 50 to 60 year old woman? I have searched for answers online to no avail and if things don't get better in a few days, because right now the pain level from being engorged makes me feel nothing from my C-section, I will be calling them for help.

I am waiting for any sign that things are going to be normal as far as recovery goes...night sweats- I have none, milk- it would appear I have nothing but boobs bigger than your worst national geographic image, at least 12 pounds weight loss in week one? Anything would be nice.

So maybe I'm freaking out a bit early, but like I said I am super vain about weight. Plus, my chest really needs some relief in the form of milk release! So I am now praying asking for relief. I would have never predicted that prayer would come from my lips!

And Then There Were Five

2010-12-19T14:41:00.000-08:00

Quite honestly, I didn't think we'd make it to five. On March 17, 2010, when we should have been celebrating St. Patrick's Day, we were having another miscarriage. Our fifth. And I was done. Over it. I was over having babies in heaven. I could see no grace in it any longer. Lance, who has always been more emotional than me, was done after finally seeing me show some emotion. Then as we were getting ready to leave for Chicago for Brian's graduation, we wondered if we were pregnant again. Just in case, I didn't take my usual Xanax and when we came home we found out that we were indeed pregnant. I wondered how Lance would take the news, but I shouldn't have worried. He was happier than I could have imagined.
This pregnancy has gone by so fast. It was uneventful, until we had that one ultrasound saying we were having a girl. One ultrasound was all they gave us. I didn't buy anything for fear it was wrong, but when I didn't have my usual fast food cravings, I knew it must be right. And on Friday at 12:37 pm, we saw her beautiful face.

This pregnancy has been so blessedly uneventful. It didn't seem like I was pregnant very long. And now we have this sweet little girl in our midst. The boys are all so excited. Even Goose who shows even less emotion than me was so overwhelmed to have a baby sister. He was the first one to see her because the Baby Hulk stepped aside and allowed his big brother to go in first despite me wanting it the other way around. I won't forget the love in Goose's eyes or how he crawled into bed with me because he was worried about me. The wonder of No David at this new baby. And biggest brother Squirt not wanting anyone else to hold his sister just like with No David. And sweet Baby Hulk was in love. He can't get enough of his sister. He really is my sweetest boy.

And my two special girls were there too. Both so excited and posting pics on FB to celebrate this special day. (Just think, one day I'll be visiting them in the hospital!) I would have been excited regardless of anyone else, but to see the love in my recovery room, just a bit over the two person limit, was overwhelming!

Then came my parents, my friend Stacy and brother. All within two hours of this little angel's life. Once we moved to the room, Lance's family came to see the newest Zierlein. Lastly, Cindy and Terese who always come as soon as possible were there. Today, I called a friend who hadn't responded to my text message on Friday because she never received it. She started crying at the news. I love the emotion a baby can bring out in people. This little girl has everyone's attention and she is less than two days old. It is so sweet to see my in-laws for the first time with a newborn and to see my parents go ga-ga again over a baby.

I know just how the Baby Hulk feels. I don't want to let this little baby out of my arms. We are so grateful to have her in our life. She really is our Christmas gift. And every time the boys bring up the damn tree, I'm going to point at her!

Hello Five?

2010-12-16T21:52:00.001-08:00

So...I'm having a baby in about twelve hours. And I'm still up. I actually waited to eat until now so I'm not starving all morning. We'll see if this plan works for me. If not, I will daydream about Miller's Cafe for dinner tomorrow during the section. Thank God I have a doctor who allows me to eat the same day of surgery.

I've been manic all day long. I guess a bit nervous about tomorrow. It's not like we haven't done this before now. And really, c-sections are nothing for me. I know anything could happen, but I'm counting on another smooth recovery. Do I really have any other choice? It's the week before Christmas, and I have four other kids who need me home.

I've been thinking about leaving four and moving onto five. Lance came home from the station today freaking out. Are we really prepared for five kids? It seems like we have a full plate now, how will this one affect our family harmony or lack thereof at times? Will our children remain happy with another one in the house? It's not like we can do anything now, but I understand his stress. We just show it in different ways. He wants to spend time together, I want to clean the entire house that I just cleaned on Saturday. (Although really, it is almost time to clean again.)

I can't really answer if we're ready. But I can answer that this child will come into a house full of love. Two parents who truly love each other and their kids with their entire being. I trust that God gave me the best man to share in this awesome responsibility. I trust that while we make mistakes, we learn from them and do better each day. I am glad that Lance isn't content with the way things are for our family. He constantly wants us to strive to be better. With God's grace, I know we can be the best parents for our kids, including number five. I am so thankful for this pregnancy and the excitement of tomorrow. I have loved being pregnant and feeling this little child grow inside me. It's a feeling I never want to forget, yet I know I will because things just get better once she arrives. I can't wait to see the Baby Hulk tomorrow. Both he and Squirt are so excited about this baby. Both sets of grandparents will be here tomorrow, a first for us! And we have two special girls making an appearance tomorrow. This baby is already so blessed with the abundance of love surrounding her.

We'll post pictures tomorrow, assuming I can figure out how to use my NEW MAC LAPTOP. Thanks Daddy! (Oh God...is this how my daughter is going to be???) Prayers welcome.

Thumbs Up For Prelit Trees

2010-12-16T15:20:00.000-08:00

Now that I know everyone agrees we need a fake-prelit tree, can someone come over here and explain this to my kids? Don't feel too guilty when they start talking about tradition either.

Joy Thieves, Not In My House

2010-12-14T14:53:00.000-08:00

I am one of those people that sweats the small stuff. This morning, I woke up and immediately noticed that the trash was still inside despite multiple reminders from me last night about trash day. While I know that I shouldn't get annoyed about the trash, I can easily justify my feelings. It becomes another thing for me to do in the rush to get out the door in the morning. I can't leave it until later because the trash never comes at the same time each week.

Last night, I promised I wouldn't let anything bother me today. It gets tiring letting every little thing bother me. For me and my family. Today, Lance and I had planned the perfect date. One last day for the two of us before we become a family of seven. I read something about not letting anyone steal your joy. I like how it sounds. Nothing earth shattering, basically you can't control anyone but yourself. I know this, but still I lose my cool. Way too often. So now we're trying this tactic. I will remain joyful despite the teenager who overslept this morning. Despite the four year old who takes 13 minutes to get dressed every morning. It kind of worked, I still got a bit mad when I had to trek Goose all the way to class so he wouldn't be late because of the two slugs this morning.

When the kids screamed at the babysitter for ten minutes straight, I ignored it. I felt bad with them clawing all over me, but I was singing to myself "you're not going to steal my joy". It might be a fault of mine, but I knew the second I opened my mouth, I would lose it. I don't mind crying, but fussy, whiny screams via the Baby Hulk drive me insane. I can try to be comforting, but the kids only go into overdrive. I might look like a cold hearted mother, but in this situation, nothing works for them. They do this crap to my mom half the time, it's just how they act with a babysitter.

I left for my perfect date with Lance happy because I didn't lose it. I felt bad for the boys being upset, but knew they were in good hands and that Lance and I really needed this time alone. We take more solo trips than most people, but other than that, we don't do a lot without the kids mostly due to me. Both Lance and I needed time to talk without kids around and prepare ourselves for this Friday. And the date was even better because we didn't have to talk about how sorry we were for losing our cool.

Later when Goose refused to work on his project assigned last Friday and due tomorrow, I didn't get upset. It would appear his public speaking skills are like mine in that they stink. It would also appear that he should have started working on this over the weekend. But I didn't get mad at him or Lance (who was in charge of the project). It's not my grade, so I chose not to let my joy be stolen.

Lance has been calling the kids "joy thieves" all day. He's mostly kidding. I am hoping that I stay resolved on not letting anyone steal my joy. I know I'll be much happier as will my family.

Grinch?

2010-12-13T17:09:00.000-08:00

Am I a Grinch about certain Christmas traditions? Maybe a bit. Let's just say I'm over Elf on the Shelf and it's only day one for him in our house. I decorated yesterday, and out he came to watch over the kids so he could report their behavior to Santa. Cute idea, I guess, but the elf is super creepy looking. And I have to move him every night so there is proof that he flew back to the North Pole. Our elf was a bit lazy last night and didn't go anywhere. Oops. And of course, the kids noticed. Like I said, this is a cute idea to keep kids in line about behaving, but honestly, it doesn't change any behavior.

The threat of not getting anything from Santa doesn't do a thing for my kids either. Maybe that is because I don't go overboard about Santa. It's not the whole lying to my kids thing, it's just that I don't really put much thought into Santa. We barely get pictures taken with him, we don't write letters to him, and most of their gifts come from us. So Santa isn't a huge deal around here. Personally, I can't wait until Goose finds out there isn't a Santa. There is no way he doesn't crush the Baby Hulk's world in seconds with that information. He's just that mean.

Then there is the tree. Every year the boys pick out the tree with Lance. I'm not allowed to go shopping with them, which is great for all parties. The problem: Lance and I are so itching for a fake tree. My best friend said I was being a Grinch, but what about all the other people with beautiful trees that don't make a huge mess? Are they losing the spirit of the season too? I don't think so. I just don't think I can deal with the mess of a real tree, plus the money saved, not wasting a real tree and on and on. Then tonight at dinner, Squirt asked why we didn't get the tree tonight. What to do about this? Tradition over beautiful convenience...

Daybook~ Countdown

2010-12-12T18:55:00.000-08:00

For Today...December 12, 2010

Outside my window...It's cold again. Really cold. So cold that Lance had to put the plants in the garage. At one point, I swear, he said, "get out here and help." I totally pulled the pregnancy card on that one. Plus, he didn't want to hear, again, how I had been on my hands and knees cleaning all week.

I am wearing...a pink shirt and blue sweats. And Snoopy slippers.

I am listening to...the Connells.

17 hours...is how long it took before Lance gave me my Christmas gift. He was sleeping for 7 of those hours.

Around the house...we've had quite the week. Travertine in foyer replaced, looks so awesome. Major cleaning due to all the dust from the initial travertine being ripped out. Shelves up and mostly filled!!! So happy about that. And decorations done except the tree. In my opinion, the house looks nearly perfect. Now for the blinds and dustboards...

For the baby...bassinet up, Thanks Emily! Car seat here, bought a new cover, baby clothes stored in third drawer and bag packed for hospital. Now I just need to find a diaper bag! And maybe buy a package of newborn diapers!

The Baby Hulk...is SO. EMOTIONAL. Everything is either great or terrible. And he fusses like no other. But he is so sweet. Today he saw the bassinet in my room and wanted to know why it wasn't in their room. Goose just said, "what if she wakes us up". I can always count on Goose to see the whole picture. I love how sweet BH is and pray he always stays this way and that some of it rubs off on Goose.

No David...is really turning out pretty cute. Maybe he senses there is competition coming. He is talking so much lately, and we seem to think he's so funny. Tonight, I caught him twirling one of my nativity ornaments. When I told him to stop, he screamed NO.

Goose...blew me a kiss after I dropped him off at school on Friday morning. At times, he is slightly cold, (a nice way of putting it) and I loved this gesture from him.

Squirt...remembered being the first to walk in the room after Goose was born. He and the boys will be the first to see this baby too.

Christmas prep...Didn't get very far this week. I still have the same two gifts to purchase. The goal is to wrap everything I have by Thursday and store Santa gifts in the attic. I need to finish baking and make sure Lance orders my tenderloin for Christmas day. I have a simple and delicious menu planned.

From the kitchen...menu planned, simple all week long. I'm more interested in the sweets anyway.

On living the liturgy...we had a great week. Technically we're not doing a Jesse Tree (b/c quite honestly, I didn't really know much about it), but we are completing a coloring sheet each day and reading the relevant scripture. Next year, I have big plans for the Jesse Tree. We celebrated the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe as well as the Immaculate Conception this week. We even met for Super Saints which made me and the boys so happy. All of our Advent books and Christmas books are out right now, so my guess is that our days will be filled sitting on the couch reading books.

To be fit and happy...last Friday I actually left spin early. I just couldn't get comfortable, and I just decided it didn't matter if I left early. I am hoping to make it to two classes this week only b/c I will miss class for six weeks after the birth and I really love this class.

One of my favorite things...nativity scenes. I have so many beautiful nativity scenes, but this year I didn't unpack much. I know I won't be in the mood to pack them all away, and the reality is that I don't trust anyone else to pack them for me. Since I don't really have room for big nativity sets any longer, I also have a tree devoted to nativity ornaments. Here are my new purchases this year!

I am praying for...the baby and delivery. At my appointment on Friday, I had to have the serious talk with my doctor...problems that could occur and what she would do if anything happened. Then there was the lady from the swim club who talked about getting an infection during delivery. I know it's my doctor's job to inform me, but the other lady...Anyway, I am excited about this baby and feel confident everything will go well, but any prayers would be appreciated.

I am grateful for...my husband who finds me sexy despite being super pregnant.

A few plans for the week...besides have a baby??? Workout, day with Lance, clean, swim lessons, bake, wrap gifts, find a name(!), take it easy...

A picture thought I am sharing...

No David was so sweet this week. After Lance set up the lights, he ran inside and grabbed Snoopy. He then took him outside to show him the lights.

Decisions, Decisions...

2010-12-08T19:00:00.000-08:00

The newest Zierlein is arriving in less than nine days and I, I mean WE, have no name yet. Well, there is a middle name, but no first. We sort of had a first name picked out, but you had to say it with somewhat of an accent, meaning most white people would get it wrong. Since that includes half my family, and if you ask Lance me too, (since Kingwood Mexicans that DON'T speak Spanish don't count), I would constantly be annoyed when people pronounced it wrong. I suppose I could handle some people getting it wrong, but you can imagine how annoyed I'd be when family didn't say it properly. Lance threw that name by the side and found another okay name. It's fine, it's a saint, but I only "like" it. Don't love it all. So we're stuck. The names that I love, he hates. So here we are again...It happened this way with No David, and Lance found the perfect name as I lay on the table seconds before my section. Why is this hard???

Second hardest? Picking a Godparent. I am by no means the best Catholic, so very far from it, BUT is it too much to ask that my Godparents go to Confession, attend Mass weekly and Holy Days? Even my brother who gets annoyed with religious people agrees with me on this one. Lance is leaving the decision to me. He doesn't care, says the whole thing feels like high school to him. I completely understand why he feels that way. We have picked wonderful people as Godparents. They are really great people, just not great or even good Godparents. They love our kids, but it's not about being a Godparent, but rather being in their life by virtue of their relationship with us. I know in reality our Godparent isn't going to do a lot as far as my child's religious upbringing, but I do want someone who loves the church like we do. That cares about what the church teaches without immediately tossing it aside. Like I said, I'm no saint, but I do try and I love my church. I just want the same from my Godparents.

Daybook~ Making a List and Checking it Twice

2010-12-05T17:41:00.000-08:00

For Today...December 5, 2010

Outside my window...lights are on up and down the street. Despite having to run A LOT of errands today, Lance managed to finish most of the lights today. I did gently remind him that he didn't want to be "that guy" and not have any lights. Last year we didn't decorate the house until the middle of Advent, and I really loved it. There isn't really a right time to decorate, but for me waiting allows us to PREPARE and ANTICIPATE Christmas for all it's glory and wonder. And this year, we have even more to be excited about! We'll decorate next weekend...Can't wait until longer because we'll have the baby. But for now, I'll enjoy our lights and those around us that remind us of this joyful season.

I am listening to...the Old 97's. What can I say?! Actually, I'm hoping this will be a little reminder of an easy stocking stuffer from my hubby. Concert tickets, please!

I am wearing...my pj's.

I am almost done...with my shopping, only two more gifts to purchase. And it would seem that both my parents are pretty much done with my family too. Except me. What is wrong with that picture??? Actually, I don't really have a list going except things like "spin shoes" or a MAC laptop.

I'm ready for this baby...WRONG. For the past two weeks, I have felt really pregnant and am so tired. BUT, I have a huge list of things to do. I need the car seat, car seat cover, new diaper bag, where are her clothes going and so on. I have a list. Not too big, but a list nonetheless. Plus, I just got a GC in the mail from a couple to purchase a new bassinet. I feel like a total heel b/c I kept saying how that was the one thing I needed. I hope I wasn't too pushy. Esp since my mom has been saying she wants to buy it, and I have refused to allow her to do so hoping to find one to borrow instead.

Around the house...buying my shelves tomorrow. AND...major nesting: getting the tile in the foyer fixed this Wednesday (I hope). THEN...I am hiring a babysitter to come hang with the kids while I clean the house from the blinds and window sills to the dust boards and floors. Then the decorations will come down.

From the learning rooms...it's all about Advent, then Christmas until after the New Year. We'll throw in some math in the form of baking and such, but overall we'll be taking it easy. It's hard because the Baby Hulk was upset today when he realized he had missed school. We had a great week talking about Instruments which we'll continue as we listen to some Classical Christmas music. We have to make crafts and sweets over the next 9 days because after that we're not doing anything to mess up the house!

On living the liturgy...There are so many things I love about Catholicism, but the liturgical calendar has to be one of my favorites. There are so many days to celebrate. So many lessons to learn. So many reasons to be grateful. This year I made a big list of all the feast days during Advent and continuing through Jan 6. I carefully decided what we wanted to cover so that we wouldn't be overwhelmed and feel like we were checking things off a list. We'll see if my plans work this week when we have three days to celebrate as well as continue with the Jesse Tree and Advent wreath.

From the kitchen...menu planned. Now I need to make the list for the baking. I have narrowed it down to six kinds of cookies this year. Wonder if I will get it all done.

To be fit and happy...my body is really feeling this baby now. I feel the 52 extra pounds I am carrying. EVERYWHERE. I had never had round ligament pain before this pregnancy, and I can't say I like it much. I feel it all the time and at times double over from the pain. That said, I am very happy that I can still workout. I have 5 spin classes left before baby arrives and I plan to be at all of them. Now if I can just have some healthy kids for the next month or so!!!

Please explain...why Ben Folds is a judge on Sing Off. Is anyone who is on this show going to know who he is?

I am praying for...calm during the rest of Advent and this pregnancy.

I am grateful...for my family esp. Lance, my friends. And baby gifts! I have some really generous friends. And I didn't even have a shower for this little girl.

One of my favorite things...Christmas cards. We received our first card yesterday from one of the Boys' friends. Baby Hulk was so excited! Now if only I had a family picture, but I suppose I can use one from the Baptism and stand in the back, right?

A few plans for the week...buy shelves, clean, organize and wash baby clothes, pack hospital bag and finish shopping.

My Day

2010-12-04T18:50:00.000-08:00

Despite a bad start this morning in the form of a super cranky Baby Hulk, the day turned out almost perfect. Goose and the Baby Hulk went with me to the Symphony this morning. The timing couldn't have been better because we have been studying instruments at home this past week. The concerts are perfectly timed, and the boys enjoy this sort of thing every so often. I really appreciate what Houston has to offer kids in the form of "arts".

Afterwards, I managed to find gifts for all the boys from my dad and ordered them online for him making it even easier for him. Since my dad gets really mad at me if I don't have gifts lined up for the boys, this is a HUGE weight off my shoulders. I think I have convinced him that he is done shopping for them.

During this whole time, Squirt cleaned out his room. We all know how I love purging and cleaning out stuff. I haven't even gone to inspect, but by the looks of the bag leaving his room today, he has room to share his closets with someone new, if needed.

Tonight, we went to a birthday party for the Baby Hulk's best friend. The three little ones went and had a blast. We came home in time for the Big 12 Championship game. Of course, I had no real interest in the game, but Goose was dying to watch football. He wanted to know if we would ever cheer for OU. I explained to him that "No, we would never cheer for OU, but that if them beating a team would help us, then we would be okay with them winning." In this case, nothing can help us, so he has been screaming for Nebraska all night long. I LOVE this kid. Considering his love for football, I have to wonder how long he can stay at the nerd-fest his school is. (And I know, nerds love football too.)

FB Stops Child Abuse?

2010-12-04T12:44:00.001-08:00

Okay, if you read my blog, you know I'm somewhat of a bitch. Here goes another...please explain how changing your profile on FB is going to help stop child abuse? I almost didn't want to write this b/c I am now basically talking about my FB friends who all changed their profiles. I kind of think donating time or money to an abuse or outreach center would make more of difference. But then again, that might just be the social liberal in me.

SPEAKING of being a social liberal....I was so proud of my boys the other day. I donated a coat to a homeless man (yes, dad, the boys were in the car) the other night. They were so upset about this man not having a home. Their solution: take him breakfast the next morning.

That's How God Made You

2010-11-30T19:25:00.000-08:00

Tonight when Goose was taking a bath he told me that he had two bumps you know where. Being mom, I started freaking out, wondering why he had bumps. Then he started saying how they kept rolling out of his hands like balls. Yes, we're already there. I told him that was how his body was supposed to be. Upon hearing this the Baby Hulk immediately asked "why" at least ten times. Somehow saying "that's how God made you" didn't work. Both wanted to know exactly why God had given them balls.

LOL

2010-11-30T19:22:00.001-08:00

Can I say how much I hate the use of LOL? Especially from the younger generation. "I have to take a test, LOL." Am I missing something? Why would you need to take write LOL after that statement. "Totally sucks" might work better in that situation. The use of LOL on Facebook makes me want to stop cyber-stalking even more than people's political updates.

We Are Thankful

2010-11-24T17:24:00.000-08:00

It's been one of those days where I just wanted to go back to bed. And to make matters worse, nothing bad even happened. I just didn't get enough sleep and was tired and sore from my work out yesterday. Poor Lance, he kept getting text messages during his show about why my morning was so, so bad.

I read something about having an "abundant life". I like how that sounds and generally think like that. It is busy and there is always something on my list, but that doesn't take away from the joy. And there is so much joy in our lives. These boys are truly a gift to us and my hope is that we treat them as such.

The picture was taken this morning and it's our grateful tree. Every one in the family contributed, some more than others. It took us a while to get here, my plan was for us to write something every night in November and talk about what we were thankful for during dinner. Nobody was interested. Finally, the Baby Hulk and I started our tree yesterday and had things ready for the other boys when they came home from school. I had to bribe No David with food to let me trace his hand. Lance didn't understand why he had to trace his hand, and the Baby Hulk said "I guess I'm thankful for my family."

Looking at what everyone wrote, we are grateful for a lot of things, but mostly each other. I am so grateful for my amazing husband and four beautiful sons. I'm grateful for the chance to hold another baby soon. We're grateful for friends, two special girls in our lives, grandparents, cousins, football, Snoopy and my favorite from Goose and the Baby Hulk...God, Jesus, Mary and the Saints. Abundance is a good thing.

Happy Thanksgiving from The Zierlein Family

Daybook~ Thanksgiving Week

2010-11-21T20:48:00.000-08:00

For Today...November 21, 2010

Outside my window...it's dark and warm again. Why can't the cold weather just stay here?

I am listening to...football. I've been listening to this all day long. You might think I could listen to music while driving in the car, but nope. If football is on, Goose is watching. I love this new side of him.

I am wearing...jeans and a black shirt. And my beautiful heart pendant! I love this gift from my husband.

I am grateful for...a weekend away with my husband and Goose. Lance and I hadn't been to New Orleans since I was pregnant with Goose, seven years ago. We decided to farm out a few kids and take who we thought would be easiest. We had a wonderful time, and so did the other boys. I am grateful to my parents for not only wanting to spend time with my boys, but also taking care of them for the weekend. Tonight when my mom left, two of them were crying.

Goose...was an amazing travel companion. Lance and I love art, we love talking to artists, going to galleries and museums. Goose seems to be picking up on this as well. It's exciting to me for him to be this interested at this age. He has his own opinions about what he likes and why. He couldn't believe all the Saints' paraphernalia throughout the city. When we explained how they won the Superbowl last year, his only comment was "do you think they were happy when they lost to the Cleveland Browns?" This kid is going to get his ass kicked one day because he talks so much crap. He is very aware of how his Longhorns are playing this year, but he is a trooper. Saturday, he made sure to wear his Longhorn shirt and today he wore his Texans shirt.

I am creating...lists. List of gifts for others, list of gifts for my kids, Christmas card list, birth announcement list, grocery list, menus, Christmas baking lists and lastly, my wish list! I am so upset that I have basically nothing so far. I figured we would hammer out things while driving, but got nowhere. So very frustrating. Plus, everyone wants to know what my kids want. Which is nice, but they don't want anything this year. Not kidding! Plus, we're trying to figure out Godparents for new baby. Who knew this could be so hard? Then I suppose I should figure out what I have left to do before baby arrives.

I am praying...for a wonderful holiday season. Things get started this week and it seems we'll be nonstop until after Christmas. Last year, we had a wonderful Advent and Christmas. I am hoping to focus on being grateful this week and then start preparing for Christmas after that.

The highlight of our trip...The swamp tour. There are things I have to do, and a swamp tour was one of them. Goose was super excited, Lance not so much. So we dropped him off at a casino and drove out of town. The tour was fine, but let's be real, we all wanted to see alligators. Nobody really cared about the ecological problems of the swamp, as bad as that sounds. We weren't disappointed. Goose even held a baby alligator. I touched it, but couldn't bring myself to hold it.

Around the house...my walls are painted!!! I love the color and am so happy that my husband forced us to look yet again before the painters arrived. The walls look great and my beautiful Mother's Day painting looks so striking against the new color. NOW...I have to contend with my crappy fireplace again. AND...we need shelves. I thought I had found IKEA ones, but...they are white and my furniture is walnut colored. If they were built in cabinets, I wouldn't mind white, but now I don't want white. This week I am finding something.

From the learning rooms...We finished G week and learned a lot about "being Green" and our Guardian Angels. We have one last little project to complete before moving onto H. This week we are looking at staying Healthy and Holidays. I have a pretty good week planned out. Lance has asked that I go over the previous week so we can discuss progress and potential problems. I kind of like that. I have the next two weeks planned, then we'll take a break and just read and prepare for Christ with all our Advent books. Prepare for Christ and have a baby!

On living the liturgy...prepping for Advent and deciding which Saints we'll discuss this December. Since I just ordered two new books, Saint Nicholas and Saint Lucia, we'll obviously be discussing them.

From the kitchen...healthy food. Eating out nonstop will do that to you. Plus, it's picture time. I don't need to add more pounds to my face. I bet my family thought they would get out of taking a family picture this year since I am a super preg, but nope.

One of my favorite things...my husband. He is just it. Period.

A few plans for the week...spin, walks with the family, Thanksgiving Day with our extended family, baking, shopping, Chelsea (be warned, despite UT's dismal record, I am sure BAM will bring up Bama's two losses) and nesting.

A picture thought I am sharing...

Getting ready for baby...

More Thieves

2010-11-17T19:02:00.000-08:00

We leave for New Orleans without a freaking money card because someone stole our check card info and charged about $800 worth of stuff in Pennsylvania. Freaking fabulous. The best was the charge for $134 at a fast food joint. Really? Thanks a lot, assholes. As if dealing with XM wasn't enough to stress me out.

Am I going to need a Label for Theft soon?

XM Radio=Thieves

2010-11-16T08:53:00.000-08:00

I am so freaking over XM radio I could scream. I so want to lose it with the customer service people, but what good does it do when all they have to do is accidentally hang up on you mid-scream. Then you get to wait another ten minutes on hold before actually speaking to yet another moron. Ten minutes on a good day. We bought the Escalade about five months ago and it came with a free trial of XM. We were already planning to transfer the service from our previous vehicle, but something didn't work right in our car. XM said it was the wiring, and since I have yet to find time to take out three car seats and get to the dealership, I had pretty much given up on having XM in my car.

Then the assholes decided to charge my credit card for three years service without my knowledge or consent. WTF? I called and they said it would be taken care of. That was over a month ago. The second time we called, we were told it would be ten business days. Last Thursday, they were going to expedite things so that it would be fixed within twenty-four hours. Of course, during all of these conversations, they tried to throw in several deals to keep our money. Do I have the money back on my credit card? Of course, not!

I am so over it. I love, love, love channels 54 and 47, but no more. I will listen to the same songs over and over from my IPOD before getting XM again.

Daybook~Sick Boys

2010-11-14T12:48:00.000-08:00

For Today...November 14, 2010

Outside my window...it's dark, dreary and cold!!! It's about time. Hopefully it will stay this way for the next several months.

I am listening to...my husband and Goose LOSE IT. The Texans just lost. Again. Poor Goose, he is SO into football this year, and both his teams just really suck. On a positive note, it is nice (I think) to see Lance and Goose bond this way. Goose has always been my boy, so I'm not used to the extra attention Lance seems to be getting these days.

I am wearing...black pants, a black shirt and a grey sweater.

Today at the store...a woman came up to me and said she read my blog. She recognized Squirt who was shopping with me. And then...she said I looked tiny. TINY. I was so happy to hear that. Esp since my husband looked at me this morning and said he hoped the baby was petite considering how big my belly is. Now his statement didn't come out as rude as it sounds. And while I am mostly boyish when it comes to things like sports and cussing, I am ALL GIRL when it comes to my weight. So to hear a woman say I looked tiny was a wonderful thing, even if it isn't quite true. So thank you!!! Even better, I only had two kids with me so she didn't catch me snapping at my boys!

I am super excited...about next weekend. Lance and I are going to New Orleans! And of course, the boys are sick. First, it was Goose, now it's the Baby Hulk. Here's hoping No David gets sick tomorrow and not Friday morning. The boys always seem to get sick when we leave town and it's really hard on my parents. And us...do we stay or go. We always go, and I feel guilty the entire time we're gone. We are taking Goose with us (the joy of loving football these days), but Lance isn't really open to having anyone else tag along, esp a sick kid!

I am grateful for...my husband and weekend getaways.

I am praying...my kids get better soon. There is nothing worse than a sick kid. And the Baby Hulk does pathetic REALLY well. Plus, I'd like my bedroom back.

To be fit and happy...Is it bad to want my kids well so I can make it to spin?? Okay, that's not my first reason, but it's a close second. I have less than five weeks to workout before I stop for six weeks. These interruptions are killing me!

From the kitchen...menu planned again. While I hate the fact that the kids are at school, I do love the routine it forces me to take with our meals.

Around the house...the painter arrives tomorrow at 10. Fingers crossed. We have settled on a color, and I can't wait to see how it turns out. Then I get my shelves. Maybe my family room will look the way I want before Thanksgiving!!! Of course, the shelves are from IKEA, so that means we have to put them together. So maybe the week after Thanksgiving...

From the learning rooms...What a week we had on F week. We studied Fire Safety, Football, made Fall leaf pictures, and practiced writing the letter F. (F week happened to line up perfectly with HWT this week.) I have noticed a great improvement in the BH's coloring this week as well. He is reading harder books, much slower, but still with a positive attitude. Basically, he loves his school time and No David is getting much better during learning time as well. We're onto being Green this week. Maybe I'll learn something myself. I'm not the best at recycling.

On living the liturgy...This week we studied St. Martin de Tours, a great saint. We talked about helping those who need it, even just acknowledging the person on the corner with a smile when we have nothing to share in the car. We missed Super Saints because of sick kids, but still did our own work at home.

One of my favorite things...Snoopy. I admit I've been a bit worried that Goose's love for Snoopy would be diminishing as he grows older, esp recently with his love for football. Last night I asked him what he wanted for Christmas, and he said a new bank. A football bank to be precise. A Snoopy football bank, like Snoopy catching the football. This bank does not exist. I spent all night looking for it and all I found was Snoopy sleeping on a football bank. And of course, nobody is selling that bank.

A few plans for the week...getting well, OB appt, trip to NO.

A picture thought from a few weeks ago...

Batteries Not Included

2010-11-13T10:35:00.000-08:00

I just went through Goose's room and closet to clean things out. Even though I have done no shopping for Christmas and his gifts from me will probably end up along the bookshelves, I assume he will be getting some toys from the grandparents.

Here is what we are donating: anything that requires a battery that did not come in the box. And that means, basically all the gifts from last Christmas that have never been used. Now this is not a commentary on the gift givers, but instead us. But here is the simple fact: if you buy a gift for my child that requires a battery, please provide it for me. I will soon have five kids, yes, I am pulling out that card, and while life is busy is for all of us, I can assure you that we will be donating more of the same, unused gifts next year if you don't include a battery. Just ask Squirt, he is still waiting on a battery for a cool $80 road racer of sorts that sits in his closet to this day. Sometimes I think he keeps it to remind us of what schmucks we are when it comes to stuff like this.

Inventory

2010-11-12T16:39:00.000-08:00

It would seem that I am having a baby on December 17th, 2010. That means that as of now at 6:40 pm, November 12, 2010, I have less than five weeks before birth. (I obviously won't be shopping on the 17th for anything.)

Let's see what we have for little girl so far: bathing suit and cover-up that were passed on by another mom, nightie, ballerina socks, beautiful outfit (past three items from Stacy), one ACDC onesie for the summer, a Snoopy onesie for next Halloween, and a pair of gold ballet shoes the BH picked out for his little sister. Basically, I have nothing. Add that to the lack of Christmas presents I have so far, and I feel pretty screwed right now. I might need to get moving on getting our little girl some clothes, especially her homecoming and Christmas outfits!

Happy Birthday!

2010-11-11T12:25:00.000-08:00

Happy Birthday, Mom! I hope you have a wonderful day! I love you!

Long Week

2010-11-04T19:04:00.000-07:00

The other day someone asked Lance if I had help with the kids. She couldn't believe we didn't have a nanny. I asked him if he told her I also clean my own house. Even after having a C-section you will see me on my hands and knees cleaning the floor. Personally, I think she would have been more blown away by me not having a housekeeper. The thing is I love my kids, and I actually love cleaning my house. Unless someone is sick. When two are sick, I hate it all. Like this week. Tonight was my breaking point. Lance had to go somewhere, and I was alone with these four kids. They pissed me off so badly, they were all in bed by 8:30. Of course, No David is up to his usual antics...turning on the lights while the others are trying to sleep. Everyone thinks the girl is getting her own room. It's No David who will probably be getting his own room before she does.

As I've been sitting here annoyed at my kids, I was thinking of things people have said to us over the last few weeks...here are my favorites.

"Oh my God, are those all your kids?!"

"You are having a girl, right?"

"You know what causes that?" This one is my personal favorite and it seems that only men say it to Lance. How I wish he would just respond once with "yes, and thank God my wife loves it." (It's interesting to note that not one male has told him congratulations on this baby. Okay, maybe his brother and father.)

It amazes me that people are so weirded out by more than three kids. We really don't have that many. Although I did just realize that when we fly, we will take up more than a row. That kind of sucks for me considering I hate flying. Then again, Lance has said that we aren't flying anywhere with all the kids.

My other favorite quote of the week was from the Baby Hulk after I told him to do something: "you're not the real boss, Dad is."

On another note, I wrote Goose's teacher an email and she took several days to respond, then finally referred me to her class site. It had NOTHING on it. Am I a bad wife if I complain again about homeschooling???

On the Feast of All Saints, we listened to one family pray the litany of the Saints with their favorite Saints. Goose was really upset that St. Sebastian was not included in their list of Saints. I LOVE how the boys are claiming Saints as their own and forming a relationship with them.

On the Feast of All Souls, the boys prayed specifically for Bisa, Uncle Richard, Uncle Ed and Jessica's grandmother. These are the only people they know who have died, and I love that they remember to pray for their souls. People think I'm a freak, but I am constantly telling Squirt to pray for my soul regardless of what well meaning people say after I die. I can pretty much guarantee I'll be hanging out in Purgatory for quite some time before ever going to Heaven. Now he doesn't need the details, he just needs to pray. Hopefully, he will pass that on to his younger brothers and sister!

I'll end on a positive note: I made contact with a friend from law school last Spring, and the other day she asked if I wanted to pray the Rosary together! How awesome is that? She's not Catholic, but is really pulled in by the Rosary. Who knows where this will lead for her, but for me, I know that it does bring me much peace and joy knowing someone is praying with me and for me.

All Saints Day

2010-11-01T11:56:00.000-07:00

These are the crafts the little boys made for today. Each chose their own saint cards for their mats. I'm going to laminate them so we can keep them forever!

All Holy Men and Women, pray for us!

Braces!

2010-11-01T11:54:00.000-07:00

Before and After

Daybook~ November!

2010-10-31T19:20:00.000-07:00

For Today...October 31, 2010

Outside My Window...it's dark, and I think or rather hope that nobody rings my bell again. I understand wanting to get that last bit of candy, but seriously, don't ring my bell after 9 pm. Especially on a school night!

I am listening to...the Get Up Kids.

I am wearing...a blue shirt, denim capris and my new St. Gerard medal.

I am grateful for...a little boy who skips, loves football, Snoopy and reading, a husband who insists on taking me on a date, the reminder of my teen years, an eager reader, a little boy who says "mama" in the sweetest voice ever and a girl who still loves my boys enough to tolerate being thought of as a teen mom.

I am thinking...that life just passes by way too quickly. I can't believe another week has come and gone. I wish I could just stop things for a bit.

I am praying...for friends who have suffered losses, patience, and to win the lottery.

From the kitchen...menu planned again, but somehow we really fell off the wagon once the actual meal was finished. The desserts are starting to kill me and Lance. Why do we love desserts sooo much?!

From the learning rooms...We're onto E week. We're studying electricity, and the Baby Hulk wants to make colored eggs. I have made a schedule for each week this month, and I'm really excited about what we'll be studying to supplement our time together. Dinosaurs were so awesome, esp ending with our field trip and digging for fossils with Dad today. The Baby Hulk is so proud of himself with his reading and this week we start writing a couple of letters outside of his name.

Around the house...don't hold your breath, but I think we have a paint color. At this point, I don't care, I just want the damn thing painted. That and a new garage!

On living the liturgy...Tomorrow is All Saints Day. Goose already completed his project today. We have friends coming over tomorrow to celebrate with the BH and No David. I found the coolest project for the Day of the Dead. I am hoping to make it and then Tuesday, we plan to list all our deceased family members and pray for them as a family. And of course, we have St. Martin de Porres' feast day this week too. LOVE this sweet saint.

One of my favorite things...finding old friends. I finally contacted an old friend, who I went to my very first concert with...I was laughing out loud as I read his email. Of course, all I did as far as catching up was to send him here. Really nice of me!

Texas...how can you let us down like this???? My son faithfully watches football now, and the first thing he asked today was "who won". He doesn't understand what losing to Baylor and Iowa State means, but he will soon.

A few plans for the week...Braces for Squirt!!! Playdates for the BH and some learning with mom.

Picture thoughts...

Goose with his ever faithful companion, also dressed up. Two streets did this to him!

This picture describes this child perfectly!

My Boys

2010-10-29T16:08:00.000-07:00

This morning I was telling Squirt about last night's mass and how awesome it was. How moms are so important that God even gave Jesus Mary for a mom rather than have him descend from heaven. Such a nice moment until a black corvette drove up next to us, and I totally lost him. I wanted to say, "dream on".

While I get giddy over Goose reading nonstop and talking about going to reading camp, Lance's proudest moment was this week when Goose wanted to watch football on the drive home Sunday and today when he wanted to watch football on TV.

Today the Baby Hulk and I were making pumpkin bread, and he told me he wanted to learn how to make it for his baby sister. Could he get any sweeter? Now if he could just stop his fits...

And No David...let's see, he hasn't hit anyone this week, made super ugly faces. Okay, really, I have a cute story. The kid LOVES pillow pets. These things are a bigger racket than silly bandz. Every kid wants one and then two, (I will admit they are super soft), and No David is no exception. I bought one for Christmas, which he found. I hid it again only to have him find it again, and Lance gave in and gave it to him.

Correction: No David has taken the time to throw all the magnets off the fridge at me for not giving him piping hot pumpkin bread. Another time for me to think how lucky these kids are that I don't believe in spanking.

Field Trip

2010-10-28T19:55:00.000-07:00

Today was Goose's scheduled field trip at school. Since we went to the same place last year, I decided to pull him out so we could take a day together. He wanted to visit the Dinosaur museum and Chili's for lunch. The museum fit perfectly with the Baby Hulk's science for the past two weeks. We had the best day ever. After dropping Squirt off at school, who couldn't skip due to testing, we went to visit Lance at the station. We went to Chili's and Party City in search of costumes. We found something for the baby, but it will literally go into the donation pile next week because it barely fits him now.

Despite the fact that the boys have been to this museum several times, they never get tired of it. We spent a lot of time in the gift shop. So many books we could add to our library. Lance held me and Goose to one book.

The Pendulum at the museum...I have been going here for years and waiting and waiting for one of the pegs to get knocked over. Today was the day!!!

Afterwards we played in Hermann Park until it was time to pick up Squirt.

Tonight, Goose went with me to Mass for expectant moms at our parish church. It was a beautiful mass for me, and Father Troy presented all the pregs with St. Gerard medals to wear. I loved that Goose went with me tonight.

And on the way home from mass, I stopped at Party City and found his costume! Yay for him, bad mom on my part considering it was after 8 pm. But you know what, I loved every second I had with him and for today, that is all that counts.

SEC Guy Hits Oregon

2010-10-28T07:53:00.000-07:00

http://thebiglead.com/index.php/2010/10/27/sec-radio-caller-is-the-best/

Daybook~ Really???

2010-10-25T08:10:00.000-07:00

For Today...October 25, 2010

Outside my window...it's cloudy. According to the weather calendar the Baby Hulk has been keeping all month, there hasn't been any rain in October. It's supposed to happen this week. (It might have rained over the weekend, while we were gone.)

I am wearing...my workout clothes. After spin we came home and immediately started school. It is so nice when we finish before lunch. And really, there is no reason we shouldn't finish pre-school in less than two hours, including breaks!

I am listening to...small feet running around the house.

I am grateful for...weekends away with my family. I would be miserable without them.

I am thinking...about this quote from mass: Prayer is like love, you can't live without either. So true, but how to keep the prayer going when it seems stale.

Really????Halloween is Sunday and we have one costume, sort of. WHAT IS WRONG WITH US? It's not happening today, so now we have less than a week and nothing.

I am wondering...if some relationships are worth it.

I am praying...for my little baby and that my sinus infection leaves. Having a fever put a definite cramp on my weekend.

From the kitchen...menu planned, trying to eat healthy. Of course, there will be pumpkin bread and banana bread before we even get to the candy.

From the learning rooms...last week was a great week. I am more and more convinced of the BH's brilliance! Most of the time! I'm just so happy that he is excited about reading. He isn't great, doesn't recognize words yet, but he sounds out his little books each day without an attitude. For that I am grateful. I might get this teaching thing down. I am trying to convince myself not to buy a math curriculum, but I so want to for him. I am forcing myself to stop at Costco and buy one of the pre-K books they sell. There is nothing wrong with review, right? We're still on Dinosaurs, and we'll end this week with a field trip to the Museum with Goose joining us. Goose is also "studying" Mozart this week.

Really????While every school in the city was having parent teacher conferences over the last couple of weeks, our teacher decided not to say a thing to any of us about scheduling a conference for Friday, the day that was designated for such conferences at our school. WTF??? You only get a conference if your kid isn't doing well, I guess. I have no idea, going straight to the principal on this one.

Around the house...paint color change again. Maybe one day, I'll have a new living room.

One of my favorite things...vacations: big or small. It doesn't matter. I love getting away. Except for the part where the kids don't fall asleep unless all the lights are off. I suppose at some point we're going to have to actually pay for a suite so we have more privacy than when throw all the kids into the shower.

Really????Texas, you lose to Iowa State, really? I hope all of the players and coaches are embarrassed. Yes, I am that kind of person, I don't feel sorry for them at all.

On living the liturgy...getting ready for the Feast of All Saints. I have a neat idea planned that I hope the boys will enjoy.

A few plans for the week...orthodontist consult today, Halloween crafts, field trip with Goose, find costumes, Mass for pregnant moms

A picture thought I am sharing...

My Promise

2010-10-21T20:50:00.000-07:00

I had Lance take at least 50 shots of me so I could post a picture of what 30 weeks looks like on me. Delete, Delete, Delete. I am all belly and boobs. 46 pounds worth to be exact. I can safely say that at least 20 pounds are in my chest. My dear little girl, I promise you this: if you inherit my chest, I will let you have a reduction the first time you ask. I won't make you wait until you are 40 plus years to get one. You can hold me to it. When I say I know the misery you are going through I will be telling you the truth and I won't make you deal with it.

2010-10-17T15:03:00.000-07:00

For Today...October 17, 2010

Outside my window...the sun is going down. The boys are getting in their last bit of outdoor play until tomorrow afternoon. They love playing outside until the very last second.

I am wearing...a pink t-shirt, black shorts and flip-flops. The pink t-shirt has food all over it. This always happens when I'm pregnant. I am such a slob.

I am listening to...do I really need to say it? The Old 97's.

I am grateful...for each and every one of my boys. All five of them. They each add something different to my life.

I am praying...for the rest of this pregnancy. It's gone by so fast, I have to look at a calendar when someone asks "how many weeks."

I am realizing...that I LOVE life without the phone. Who would have thought that? I cringe every time the phone rings now, and that happens before I know who is calling. I feel so free from the phone. And emails. I have people asking to send pictures through email and I think, one click and you can see all the pictures you want. The chance of me sending pictures is zero. Which sounds bitchy, but it's really just honest. I hate loading pictures and for whatever reason we have the slowest computer in the world when I am using it.

From the kitchen...a great menu planned for the week. We just finished C week, so we had cookies and carrots!

On keeping home...the purge continues, this week it was serving dishes and cookbooks. We have to clean out our garage this week, which means more to throw away. I love this feeling. I talked to someone who just moved from DC and she said she loved being a small space because you didn't have a bunch of crap. You learn to live with what you need. I think I could handle a big city like that.

From the learning rooms...I LOVE Handwriting Without Tears. The more I delve into this program, the madder I get at our school system for not adopting some kind of handwriting curriculum. It is amazing how kids are not taught anything about writing anymore. The Baby Hulk is loving his wooden letters and only writes his name four times a day. We are not moving to writing for a bit. We start D week as far as science goes which means one thing: Dinosaurs! I am pretty excited about it and have lots of fun things planned. Still completely and utterly unsatisfied with Goose's school and teacher.

The Baby Hulk this week...read for ten minutes each day!!! I have a timer set so that both he and I don't get frustrated. We are trying this for another week then evaluating if this should continue. Honestly, he's a bit lazy when it comes to reading, but he is so, so ready. We're on book four of the second set of BOB books. Over the weekend, he tried to trick Goose and Lance into reading for him. Saying stuff like "I bet you can't read this page."

No David...continues to act the same. I try for most school work while he is asleep, but honestly, the best time for learning is in the morning. So I usually throw some letters at him and then the Baby Hulk has to make whatever letter he picks for him. I figure he will learn his letters this way. He is also coloring and so proud of it. I have a wall, (so sad) devoted to the kid's work and he always gets the tape for me to post his artwork! Too cute.

On living the liturgy...what a great week! We celebrated Our Lady of Fatima as it was the anniversary of the Day the Sun Danced. We also celebrated St. Therese of Avila and St. Gerard. Plus, we had Super Saints. This week, we'll focus on The Little Flower and St. Francis again.

To be Fit and Happy...working out. I think I am buying shoes for spin. I keep saying I'm going to wait until after the baby arrives, but I don't see myself going back to Body Combat for a while, so the shoes won't be a waste.

Around the house...I finally went to the attic and brought down Halloween decorations. Last year, Squirt made scary signs and I kept them. Lance wants to toss them, says I am "hoarding them, what about purging". He even asked Squirt if he would be mad if I threw them away. I let Squirt know he wouldn't have to be mad at me, but instead his dad. I won, they stay. The kids love holiday decorations.

One of my favorite things...Mad Men. LOVE this show. I can't wait for tonight. I have to wait until Lance comes back from Mass and CCE before watching it.

Squirt this week...I wrote a note in his lunch, not normal for him anymore. He brought it home with him and asked where he should put it. He knows this is what Goose does with all of his lunch notes. Isn't that the sweetest?!

Goose...while he continues to nerd out on a regular basis, he is also a trash talker. You should have heard him yesterday and today while the Cowboys played. And he doesn't care that I love the Cowboys.

A few plans for the week...school, swim, the gym, OB appt, field trip, Lost Pines.

A picture thought I am sharing...

So excited to finally "beat" his father in chess!

St. Gerard

2010-10-16T19:12:00.001-07:00

Today is the feast of St. Gerard. He happens to be the patron of expectant mothers as well as the Baby Hulk's namesake. Considering the amount of pregnancies I've had, he has become pretty special to me. We didn't do a lot to celebrate today, but we did bring out the cheesy little statue I have as well as make Holy Cards. Goose's card was so beautiful and he asked for prayers for both his expectant mom and brother. The Baby Hulk had his father write a sweet letter to St. Gerard.

I truly believe in the intercession of the Saints. When the Baby Hulk was born six weeks early, I know St. Gerard was in heaven praying for him nonstop. In fact, considering how the Baby Hulk acts, I don't think St. Gerard has had a moment to rest since his birth. I am so thankful for the saints and their prayers for my family. St. Gerard, continue to intercede for me and my sweet little boy.

One Second

2010-10-16T15:56:00.000-07:00

Hahahahhahaha!

Before football season started, I was reading Sports Illustrated and they made this huge deal about Nebraska posting ONE SECOND in the locker room. It was to remind them how close they came to beating Texas last year during the Big 12 championship game. That was their inspiration during the Spring.

Guess they should have tried something different. Horns win, Nebraska loses. Sure, my team is having a bad year, but we won today against a team that is ranked in the top ten and that is leaving the Big 12. We won't play them again for many years.

On another note...my husband was the only person from Orangebloods that predicted this win. And no, he wasn't sucking up to me. He never does that when it comes to football. I can't even get him to wear orange on Saturdays.

Perfect Night

2010-10-15T08:07:00.000-07:00

Nothing can take the smile from my face. When the Baby Hulk spilled his yogurt all over the place this morning, I said nothing. Five minutes later, he spilled his milk everywhere. "Accidents happen." Who has ever heard that come out of my mouth on a second spill within minutes? My mood is of course from last night.

IT WAS PERFECT!

I am not exaggerating. With everyone settled, Lance and I made it downtown in time to relax before the show started. We caught up with Denise and Wally, two long-time listeners. Wally wanted to know if we were going to talk kids all night. Denise assured him that I would talk nothing but Rhett all night long!

Last night's show was incredible. The new album is great. The boys already have a favorite that I heard all last night and three times this morning on the way to school. (It's song 2.) But the best part came when they played my request. And sweet Rhett just happened to mention that this mom who showed up at Cactus with her kids made the request. And then he smiled at me. Could it get any better than that?!!! If you are 40 with four kids and another on the way, I would say no! Seriously, it's my favorite song by the Old 97's, and I loved hearing it live.

I probably sent Chel about twenty messages yesterday about Rhett. I knew she would appreciate my day/night. Maybe one day we'll go see them together.

I bought two albums yesterday, one for Denise and one for me. When Rhett signed mine to Nicole and the boys, he just signed his name. For Denise, he drew a heart before his name. WTH? I guess four plus kids isn't that appealing to most men. Thankfully it is to Lance!

Have I mentioned that last night was PERFECT?!!!

Does Rhett Want Five More Kids?

2010-10-14T19:04:00.000-07:00

After realizing that the Old 97's were sold out for tonight, I had one other chance to see them. They were playing at Cactus Music at 5:30, but I had to get to the store and buy a CD. Lance was gone, No David was napping and I had to pick up Goose by 3 so we could make it to Super Saints by 3:30. It was 2:10 pm. What did I do? What any good mother would do: woke up my napping child to trek him back into town to pick up the CD and wristband.

BEST DECISION I HAVE EVER MADE.

I managed to get back to Cactus Music by 5:35 with the boys, and thankfully, the band wasn't there. I noticed a Snoopy lunchbox and went to show Goose. That's where we were when the band arrived. And noticed my sweet little boy known as No David. He had orange marker all over his face and his normal nasty look. Rhett talked to him, while I lamented how I always forget to buy tickets and never get to see them.

And now, I'm on the list for the show tonight. Their personal list!!! I love Rhett Miller. Have I mentioned if this baby is a boy, Rhett is on the short list of names? (Not just because of him, I happen to love the name, but now even more!) Lance was all...so you're coming home now. NOT. A. CHANCE. I stayed till the end, got my CD signed and took the following pictures. How I wish I didn't look so pregnant in the face, how I wish I didn't stink like I had just been onstage with them, but who cares! I got to chat them up, make a request for tonight, and introduce the boys to the band. Life is so good sometimes!!!

Old 97's

2010-10-14T11:58:00.000-07:00

Once again, I failed to buy tickets in time to see the Old 97's for tonight. I made plans to meet a friend and her husband since the show doesn't start until late. They have their tickets, I have nothing. And they are SOLD OUT. SO...now I am faced with buying their album at Cactus Records in hopes of getting a wristband so I can leave Super Saints to drive back into town by 5:15 WITH THE BOYS so I can see the Old 97's. WHY, WHY, WHY do I do this every. freaking. time???? Taking a bunch of little kids is one way to get them to notice me, right?

Attitude

2010-10-13T10:17:00.000-07:00

Don't you wish you had the attitude that the miners trapped in Chili have? Don't you just feel like the biggest LOSER when you think of how hard your life is when these men are trapped for days on end with the best attitude ever? I know things are relative, and we all have it hard in different ways. My rough times are not lessened because they aren't catastrophic in nature, but the reality is that so many people have it so much harder than we do here in the United States. How I wish we, myself at the top of the list, could stop the whining and just praise God for the gifts we have. Be thankful for our life instead of finding something to bitch about on a daily basis. I don't know how these men kept their spirits up, but they did and hopefully, we can all learn something from them. I want to sing praises to God for the gift these men have shown us, because truly they are a gift of hope to us all. I pray they are all returned safely to their families as soon as possible. Last check, half were up!

That Time of Year

2010-10-12T19:18:00.000-07:00

For the first time today, I had a second to myself. A second to browse through some blogs and the thing that interested me the most was some lady talking about her holiday planner. I am the biggest geek. Of course, I already have a holiday binder that I keep yearly. It covers who I buy gifts for, what was purchased and the cost of purchases. I also have recipes for holiday treats and menus from Christmas's past. Her planner was decorated. I may have to do the same. Maybe give the Baby Hulk a cutting exercise so we can decorate the cover.

Thinking about a holiday planner makes me realize that I have done almost nothing for the holidays this year. Most years I have purchased everything by the end of October, with the exception of a couple of difficult people on the list. This year, as with most people, I am scaling down on gifts. It might mean gifts just for the kids, only one big gift, I'm just not sure. I do know that I want meaningful gifts and not just a bunch of crap. I am not busting my ass getting rid of toys right now just to add more to the house. I hate to sound like the Grinch, but I just want things to be meaningful. I want them to see the wonder of having a new baby in time for Christmas. Besides gifts, the day in general will just be more low key. I'll have a new baby and that means our only outing will be Mass that day. We're not having a big dinner, and Lance has already said that Trulucks probably won't happen on Christmas Eve. It's such a pain to work around a gimpy wife who has to pump every few hours. (Things would be so much easier if I actually just breastfed the baby. But since I'm about what I want to do on that front, I can live without Trulucks or big functions this year.)

I am psyched about getting my lists going for this year. If there is one thing I love it's a good list. Right now, I have three people crossed off my list. I don't expect to be finished shopping anytime soon, but I hope to have a meaningful list by the end of the week.

The Need for Prayer

2010-10-06T08:05:00.000-07:00

Is it bad when the priest offers prayers for you after you leave Mass a couple of minutes early with a screaming child?

I used to go to daily Mass Monday through Friday. Then the Baby Hulk came and let me know that this wasn't going to work with his schedule. He just wasn't quiet ever. I figured he'd grow out of it. He hasn't really. Instead of crying during Mass, he falls to the floor when the priest he likes isn't there. "I don't like this priest!" I told a friend about that, and he said he sometimes feels the same way. And I suppose I do as well. No David is the worst of all. For me to attend Mass at all, I almost have to go into the cry room because he is so loud in general then starts shouting NO if you take a church missal away from him. I try to start in the main chapel, then move to the cry room if the boys get noisy. (And because the Baby Hulk is so vocal about his dislike for daily Mass and certain priests, I have cut my week to just two Masses. That isn't asking a lot considering the grace all of us gain. Like maybe a mom who doesn't scream all day when she has the chance to start her day like that.)

Yesterday was a Mass day. And it was so bad. No David screamed from the start. It was so loud that I had to cover his mouth while getting to the cry room and the priest noticeably started talking louder. Usually he will stop crying in the cry room and start wandering around, something that drives me crazy about cry rooms, but not yesterday. He cried the ENTIRE time we were in there so that I heard nothing at all. The Baby Hulk sat in his pew like an angel waiting for us to get a blessing. No David stopped crying long enough for his blessing, but then as soon as we returned to the pew for what I thought would be three more minutes of Mass, he started screaming again. I just left. I had had it with him and couldn't even wait for the final blessing. I was so flipping mad. Mass is supposed to help not make my day worse. I was so angry at my kid, I couldn't even look at him.

This morning at the gym, I ran into a lady who told me she saw me yesterday at Mass. She then told me how Father had everyone pray for mothers, esp mothers who have four boys and are pregnant that try to go to daily Mass.

On The Feast of St. Francis

2010-10-04T19:50:00.000-07:00

It would appear that the more children I have the less I care about dogs. In fact, at this point in my life, I would be so happy without a dog. There, I said it. I feel horrible about it. I used to fly home with my Casey from law school. She was my carry-on bag and sat under the seat in front of me. Of course, she had to stay with whoever I was staying with during my visit.

What was I thinking? First, anyone who plans to come see me: NEVER bring your dog to my house. While I realize that people put up with me and my dog, I promise, I won't put up with your dog. And if you come with a dog, plan on it staying outside. It doesn't matter how big, small, trained or perfect your dog is, it's NOT coming in my house. Here is my belated "I'M SORRY" to everyone who I forced my sweet, perfect Casey on. (Although really, she was such a sweetie and she was oh so perfect.)

I would like to think that Casey dying had such an effect on me that I can never really love another dog like that again, but that would be a lie. The reality is that I have four kids and a husband who all need a lot of attention and I don't have any leftover attention for pets anymore. Maybe that's bad, I call it honest.

I try to play with Lola (and this weather has made it much easier to do so) and won't get rid of her for two reasons: I don't give pets away and I can't stand kids that are p****** around dogs. If I have a dog, I figure my kids won't be the annoying ones. I do love that No David seems to love Lola as does the Baby Hulk.

In honor of St. Francis, I have made a vet appointment for Lola. I hope she appreciates this. Does this make me a better pet owner?

Music To My Ears

2010-10-02T13:17:00.000-07:00

Goose- "I'm just going to call the Sooners losers." and this one-"I think the Sooners are close to the devil."

And my personal favorite from the Baby Hulk..."OU Sucks."

Yes, me dear son, they do indeed suck. They won, and I swear, my phone rang within five minutes of the game ending. Why, I ask, why? If there is any good from today, it is the fact that my kids sat through most of the game and hate OU as much as I do. And while Lance gets all weird about them saying OU sucks, I couldn't be more proud of them. The other day, the Baby Hulk wanted to know who we would cheer for if OU were playing Alabama. While it kills me to say it, obviously, we would root for Bama. I don't think the boys quite understand that yet, but I am sure they will one day.

It's 8:21 pm and OU still sucks.

Just One More

2010-10-01T08:21:00.000-07:00

Why do they do this to me? I have such a love/hate relationship with Amazon. This offer arrived in my email this morning. This book has three Tomie stories, two of which I already own, and the third which I can only find used for 40 bucks. $16.86 seems like a deal to me for a book we will love through the Christmas season. Right? I wonder if Lance will think so.

Married to the Best

2010-09-30T20:08:00.000-07:00

As if I didn't already know this...Congratulations to my talented, amazing husband. You are most definitely the best! I love you. Wish I could give you something besides a congrats and a gaggle of kids. Would a nice date work?

Congratulations!

2010-09-29T12:18:00.000-07:00

I just got a text from Chelsea letting me know that she earned the position of Sports Editor for The Agorean. Here is a link to an article she wrote last Spring. She doesn't have anything current right now, although I'm sure that is going to change soon. We are so proud of you, Chel! We love and miss you. This is me and Chel in late July right before she went back to school.

Where Imagination Runs Wild

2010-09-26T18:44:00.000-07:00

Goose came running from the playroom with a couple of books, telling me that he was going to his Magic Tree House. He was going to "imagine an adventure" with his brother. I think they just read, but how sweet and cute they are!

Daybook~ OU Sucks

2010-09-26T10:43:00.000-07:00

Outside my window...It's sunny again. We're due for a cold front, and I would be so happy if that came true. It was miserably hot this week. The humidity almost killed me. So please, some nice weather would be nice.

I am listening to...The Texans and the Cowboys play. And Goose talk total shit right now. I don't think he realizes that I'm a Cowboys fan through and through. And that's fine as long as he likes the Longhorns. It is pretty cute watching him get excited about the game.

Speaking of...what the eff happened to my team? I knew there were major problems, but come on...more than a bit worried about this weekend. When the Longhorns lose, I usually retire whatever shirt I've worn so far. Since I'm pregnant, that really isn't an option for me this year. Also hoping nobody is dumb enough to call or expect to see me on Saturday. I watch games with Lance, my brother and dad or alone in the bedroom. There might be few exceptions for some games but definitely not for TX/OU. None.

I am wearing...a blue shirt and beige shorts with my heart pendant. Love my pendant.

I am grateful...that my hubby decided to watch the game at home instead of at Reliant. It's been a long week and I didn't want another day without him around.

I am praying...that we make the right decision about Goose.

I am thinking...that this week has been really long. I am tired and still have to make it to Costco and the grocery store, plus cook dinner and get ready for the week.

From the kitchen...another great week. We made lettuce wraps, which we loved so much we are having them again on Monday. I have a pretty good menu planned, but am hoping my baby takes me to dinner next weekend.

On keeping home...I love a clean house! Honestly, there are few things that make me that happy. Here's hoping that I keep up with things this week. I have a full bag for donations from just one toy basket. We didn't make it to the closets this week, but I am anticipating a huge donation drop this week. Yay for purging.

From the learning rooms...Goose read a Merlin Mission that took him to Florence. He read about Leonardo Da Vinci. It was cool to show him pictures from my past trips there and to look at Da Vinci's paintings online. We finished A week in science and will start Bugs next week. We already have three books, two games, some fun worksheets, (if you can call worksheets fun) and we're off to the library for more books tomorrow. I ordered Handwriting Without Tears for the Baby Hulk and can't wait to start. Super excited about that.

On living the liturgy...it's a big week for Saints. Last week we had Padre Pio, next week we have the Archangels, St. Jerome, St. Terese and St. Francis. These are all amazing saints that the boys can relate to really well so I am excited about that.

To be fit and happy...I am loving spin. The instructor rocks. I feel like the slowest one in there, but don't care. Now if I could just get rid of my sweet tooth.

Around the house...we bought three paint samples yesterday. I hope we make a quick decision this week and hire someone next week. And please, God, can you get people moving on my garage? Yes, I can deal with a newborn and workers, but I DON'T WANT TO.

One of my favorite things...learning toys. I am so lame, but I love them! My current favorite is Super Mind. The Baby Hulk is really good at these puzzles. And I just realized that they have a magnetic version for the car as well. Both Goose and Baby Hulk want them for Christmas.

Another favorite thing...DEXTER! It starts tonight. Can't wait.

Snax this week...let's see...he fell off a chair again yesterday, leaving a huge bruise on his forehead. Did that matter to him? Nope, he was up on a chair again within seconds. He pulled an apple out of the garbage, went outside and got in the mud, screamed at everyone. All this is cute, but the thing about him is that he has a rotten attitude a lot of the time. He has been pretty sweet talking to his brothers though. I love hearing him pick up new words.

A few plans for the week...Baby Hulk's four year old check up and the library on Monday, The Magic Flute at Miller's Outdoor theatre on Tuesday, swim lessons Wednesday and Thursday, cleaning and a play date for the little ones on Friday. A busy week.

A picture thought I am sharing...

The boys and the twins

Explanation: First, I know it's fuzzy, but since we were at church I had to turn the flash off. It was just so cute watching the little ones try and copy Goose during Mass that I just had to take a picture. And yes, I know I am not supposed to be taking pictures during Mass, but Mass was almost over, my mood from the loss had not improved and well, I just took the picture because I wanted to take it.

Am I allowed to be happy right now? The Cowboys won!

A Proposal

2010-09-25T13:48:00.000-07:00

The Baby Hulk proposed to me yesterday. Even Goose hasn't done that. He made my heart melt.

After telling Lance the story this morning, he started asking the Baby Hulk who was prettier: mom or the Barefoot Contessa, mom or Rachel Ray. The real test came when he said mom or Giada. His answer: I'm not going to tell you. I guess I am happy that BH is smart enough to remain silent and that I am at least prettier than the other two. Lance's actions show that he is still jealous over Goose's overwhelming love for me though.

Short Takes

2010-09-24T13:21:00.000-07:00

If nothing else, this blog is a place for me to vent. The good and bragging about my kids and husband as well as the negative. Lately is seems super negative, but it's been a really long week.

My dislike for Goose's teacher is going up and up. Yesterday, she wrote a note home reminding me that his red folder needed to be turned on every Monday, with the word EVERY underlined. Silly lady needs to check her crap before reminding me like that. The red folder: at school. I ran into someone from the school, a dad I don't even know who made the mistake of asking if I liked Rogers. Not the day for that question. I went on for twenty minutes about my dislikes, esp his teacher, apologizing because he is clearly happy there and didn't ask to be dumped on like I did. Turns out, he has heard horrible things about the teacher too. That's good and bad: good because I'm not crazy with my feelings, bad because now what do I do? He did recommend venting to the principal. I like that idea!

I think maybe my mood this week was at an all time low because of watching back to back episodes of SVU. Could this show make you more afraid to let your kids out of your sight???

The good...Travis Rogers started working for 1560, and he came to dinner. The boys loved him and thankfully, he misses his family right now so he had no problem listening to them all night.

Goose was out early today from school so we went to Whole Foods to count different types of apples. We found 14 varieties. The boys guessed 12 and 13 different types, not bad. We've been learning about apples all week. The boys have read several different books, and we were happy to find a picture book with Amelia Bedelia. Turns out she was just as goofy as a kid. Goose and Baby Hulk think we need to buy all the Amelia Bedeia books for our home library. I could be persuaded, I think. We have two small projects tomorrow and we're off to Bugs next week!

I feel better and it's not just from venting. I cleaned house wearing a superhero cape. Goose's idea. God, I love my boys!

Missed Call

2010-09-22T20:28:00.001-07:00

I'm the person who has always loved talking on the phone. You hear people say how they hate the phone all the time. Not me. I loved it. I could make any boyfriend stay on the phone with me for hours despite how much guys hate to talk. Even after kids, I could still talk all day. I wasn't the person who hung up just because their kid was crying. I could make lunch, change diapers, referee fights, yell and so on all while talking on the phone.

A few months ago, I decided I wanted to change that. I decided I wasn't going to talk on the phone or get online while the kids were around. I wanted to be fully present to them. Of course, there are exceptions, but for the most part, I have to say I have really followed this and I love it. I think my desire came partly from wanting to be a better mother, but also from the reactions I've had from people in the past when I haven't answered the phone. Because of course, if you don't answer one line, you know another call is coming on the other one. It's like people can't believe the audacity of you not taking their call. With four kids, what else could I be doing except waiting for a phone call? Ninety-nine percent of the time, I'll take Lance's call, but other than that, if I'm eating or with the kids, I usually don't answer the phone. My big exception is the worst time: when I'm driving. It's sad, I know, but that is when the kids listen to music and I don't have to really be present to them. Just the others drivers, right?

I had one friend tell me that we'd never talk again. I admit we don't talk as much, but my first priority is to the kids. The reality is that they deserve my ALL. Not a "just a minute" so I can talk on the phone or check something out online. I don't think I'm creating kids that need to be entertained all the time or that don't know how to be by themselves. I just want them to know they come first. Always.

I still love a good phone call, but overall, I'm happy with the changes I've made. I think the kids are too.

To Make Me Happy

2010-09-21T13:49:00.000-07:00

Look what I found on Target's dollar aisle! My mood drastically improved after these purchases, just a dollar each. I have no clue what I'm going to do with two Snoopy bags, but I am sure I'll come up with something.

Daybook~ Trying to Get Settled

2010-09-20T18:05:00.000-07:00

For Today...September 20, 2010

Outside my window...it's dark outside. My first break for today. The weather was actually decent today. I would love for things to cool down, but I'm not holding my breath.

I am wearing...the same shirt as in the pictures and denim shorts. I will admit it now, I will probably wear this shirt for the rest of my pregnancy. I hate buying maternity clothes, it seems like such a waste. So this means, I have a rotation of like four shirts. I guess it's a good thing it doesn't get really cold here because I can wear them until the baby arrives.

I am listening to...Monday night football.

I am grateful for...my phone call with Chel last week, my husband who keeps me in line, my kids who forgive, Mad Men, friends moving back to Houston and Castle starting tonight!

NOW, can I name the things that annoy me...okay, I won't, the list would be too long.

I am reading...so many books with Goose. We are on the home stretch of the Merlin Mission books of Magic Tree House. We are reading about two a week. Even with journaling and researching things we find interesting in the book, he is finishing them so fast.

I am thinking...that this week is already off to a bad start and how I can change that. Here's hoping tomorrow morning is a good one.

To be fit and healthy...SO...I have already gained 40 pounds, yes, 40 pounds. Nobody believes me, which means to my warped mind that I must look a lot bigger than I really am under normal circumstances, so thanks everyone for that one! Anyway...my weight gain is making my knee hurt so I took a week off from the gym and am now doing spin. No more Body Combat or Body Pump for me. Kind of bummed, but I love the spin class so I guess I'll be fine.

Around the house...I am purging big time. I have been collecting BA magazines since law school. Last year, I started going through them, pulling recipes and had about a year left to finish before I got bored with that project. That year turned into two years worth of magazines. Over the weekend, I finally tossed all of them, I didn't even bother looking at them. I'm over saving magazines. In fact, I think I'm about to cancel my subscription. I just purged my personal files this afternoon. My closet is next, then the boys. I am only keeping favorite outfits. If this baby turns out to be another boy, I guess I'm screwed. But I am done saving things.

From the kitchen...so happy to report that we are still keeping up with our menus. I am excited about what we're eating this week.

From the learning rooms...When I first sent Goose to school, I wasn't going to supplement at home at all. After all, he was gone all freaking day. But forget it. We're doing book reports, math facts, and are getting ready to start Story of the World, a history curriculum. If he stays in school and it gets to be too much, then we'll stop everything but the extra reading, if we pull him out, then we have something to go on. The Baby Hulk has proved to be a difficult student. My goal is three hours a week, total. We've turned everything into a game with him. It's amazing that since he turned four, he has thrown more fits than ever and not just during school time.

Towards rhythm and beauty...I have learned not to be quite as rigid with the schedule and that's a good thing. I suppose I am finally learning to be flexible.

I am praying...for peace.

Projects...picking out a paint color for our living room. I need the walls painted so I can get my shelves. This isn't really the season that Lance has tons of extra time to pick out paint colors. Still waiting on my garage to get going. Really worried I'm going to have a baby and contractors at my house.

One of my favorite things...reading with the boys. LOVE IT.

A few plans for the week...not much, I just want to organize everything.

Scenes from a birthday...

I am breaking my rule on not posting crappy pictures of people. Goose was so upset because I was kissing Baby Hulk and giving him attention on his birthday. How dare I?! This night had a lot of tears for Goose.

School Sucks

2010-09-20T11:15:00.000-07:00

I hate Goose's school. There, I said it. It's not better this year. In fact, it's worse. Quite frankly, I don't see what the big deal is about the school. If this is a G/T or Vanguard program, I would hate to see how bad a regular school in the city is. The fact that it is rated so high means nothing to me since the ratings are basically based upon test scores.

I remember someone once telling me how they had a friend at a different Vanguard school that loved the program. The school was also a neighborhood school, and their second kid hadn't qualified for the program. Supposedly that program was so great and interesting that he wished the other kid were in it. I have no feelings like that. Let's see, the first field trip of the year is to the exact same place he went last year. Super imaginative on their part. When I asked Goose's teacher for an explanation about the type of reading test he had been given this year, she couldn't tell me the difference between this test and the one he took last year. I asked for a class schedule, and she didn't want to give me one. He missed three days of school and had three worksheets to complete while gone. What the eff do they do all day? Why not tell the parents what they are studying so we can do something at home with our children that might reinforce their studies? At the very least, I'd love to have a conversation with my son about what he does during the day. Without a guide to their studies, I have to rely on him giving me a play by play of the day, which most people know six year olds don't give.

My friend once asked me if I thought school was just about the three R's when I moaned about the time wasted in school. While I realize there is more than just learning the basics, like making friends and learning to follow rules, I do think the three R's are what it should be about. It seems to me they don't do much except learn how to walk in the halls. I swear, it takes them more than ten minutes to get back from the cafeteria. I can promise if they just go, they would get there much more quietly.

And please explain why I, the person who doesn't believe in shit homework, am stuck doing it every day with him. They have him there all day long, maybe if they spent more time in the room rather than learning how to walk down the hallway, they would learn more and not have petty worksheets.

They say that your first fight with your spouse is the same thing you will fight about for the rest of your relationship. I think it's safe to say that this subject matter has taken over.

A Matter of Taste

2010-09-16T19:03:00.000-07:00

It's interesting the things that you loved from your childhood. From your favorite dishes to a certain item around the house that you try to tactfully ask your parents to leave to you rather than your brother. Me, I'm not known for tact when it comes to asking for stuff at all. I always figure it never hurts to ask. And both my parents have never had a problem telling me no to my requests. (Not to say that I wasn't spoiled rotten, but they had their limits!)

I have always loved this one picture my mom had in our dining room of the Last Supper. I knew that it would be mine one day for the simple reason that I'm the "religious" one. My brother goes to church but isn't much into religious art. The problem was that I didn't want to wait to get my favorite painting. For years, I have been begging my mom to give me this piece of art for my dining room. How could she refuse? But refuse she did until last Spring. As she finally passed it on, she told me that she never really liked it anyway. Really? She liked it enough to refuse me for several years.

Lance took one look at it and asked when I was throwing it away. So I hid it for several months and finally last week took it out and placed it on top of the china cabinet. I had redone the top, and it made a nice addition. Lance didn't notice for two days. Now he is telling me I have to get rid of it.

How can I get rid of this piece that always makes me smile. I used to stare at it despite the fact that we weren't allowed in the dining room. The reason I stared: it's a Hologram. I could turn my head and see either the Last Supper or Jesus. Lance thinks it looks like it should be sold at one of the stalls at a flea market. I guess in theory it's slightly cheesy and the ornate frame always made it seem prettier than it was.

Since our dining room is about to become a regularly used room once the next baby arrives, I have to come up with a solution. I don't think I can listen to jokes about my picture for the rest of my life.

Happy Birthday, Baby Hulk

2010-09-14T19:00:00.000-07:00

My most amazing little boy, you are now four years old. Today you said you were sorry to be getting older because you know it makes me sad, but that you had to grow up like your big brothers. Yes, you do. And while it does make me sad, I love watching the changes in you every day. You are my passionate child. You feel everything and let everyone know your feelings all the time. I know for a fact that you were given to me so I could learn to be more compassionate with people that are different from me.

Baby Hulk, you are truly the sweetest boy I know. I love that as soon as someone cries, you run over and check on them. You want to make sure everyone is okay. You share pretty decently for your age, especially considering you have other brothers to contend with each day. You are loyal and for that I am grateful. You love your brothers and hate when they get in trouble. You are the compassionate one in this family and hopefully some of that will rub off on everyone else.

Your smile brightens my day. And nothing is better than sitting on the couch and holding hands. I love that you run back in my room to say, "I love you" on Saturday mornings before watching a television show, and I love how many hugs you give me every day. Two days ago you ran inside to tell me you wanted to talk to your baby sister and you sat at my belly talking non-stop. It's the sweet things that make me forget why we call you Baby Hulk. You are most definitely maturing emotionally, but you can still go from one to ten in seconds.

I am anxious to see what you'll do this year. You make friends everywhere we go. You are super smart and already making me so proud. I can't believe that four years ago, I wasn't able to hold you and that you were covered in tubes. You were certainly special from the start, needing lots of extra attention. Even now, you need that extra attention and I am happy that I have learned how to stop and be the mom you need, most of the time. Thank you for your happiness, your tenderness, your laughter and your love. I wish nothing but the best for you. I pray that Mary, all the angels and Saints watch over you always while I'm gone. God bless you always, my most handsome little boy. I love you dearly, always.

Heard

2010-09-12T17:25:00.000-07:00

1. While discussing what the boys could have for dinner, I told Lance that the Baby Hulk could have something different from he said. BH in his most smart ass voice said, "I told you mom was boss." I could have died. I try really hard to make Lance the big boss of the house. I might need to work on that a bit more.

2. Goose and the Baby Hulk were discussing heaven. Goose assured him that "you don't die until you are really old and short, like Bisa." Baby Hulk said,"Like Mimi and grandpa?" I think he was just referring to the short part, but should I be posting this right before his birthday? It got worse because Goose then told me I didn't have to worry because I wasn't shrinking yet.

3. After hearing the boys argue about who I love best, Lance asked Goose who he loved best, thinking Goose would answer appropriately. Goose took no time in saying "Mom". He was quick to add that he loved Lance "second best". Did I smile at all?