Thursday, December 16, 2010

Yes, Santa, he did say "tofu."


On the top of my 3 year old's Christmas list isn't what you might expect from a little boy. Santa asked him what he wanted for Christmas. He replied "Tofu" and then followed that up with "It has to go in the fridge." Of course, Santa looked at us for verification that he really was asking for tofu for Christmas and we had to confirm that he really does want tasteless soy protein delivered by Santa himself. Santa correctly assumed that tofu was not on the top of the 2 year old's list. He was much predictable when he said he wanted "cars."
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Thursday, December 2, 2010

I think we should do Christmas Cards

I love getting cards.  I love people having our cards.  I intensely dislike going through the process of finding pictures, ordering cards, addressing and mailing said cards.  I thought I would use the excuse of trying to be "greener" to get out of it completely and just send electronic greetings, but then remembered that we have some friends and family who just aren't very computer/internet savvy and some people who only get pictures of us when I send cards, so I decided to go ahead again this year.

I'm still attempting to be "greener" and not send as many as in past years, so if you do the internet...here you go!

Monday, November 22, 2010

Where did you get that pen?!

I traveled up to Massachusetts a few days ago with the boys (daddy will meet us closer to Thanksgiving).  We flew.  I spent hours obsessing about how to make the trip go smoothly.  Between worries about the new TSA screening process to snacks and drinks, I didn't think to do much planning about the actual visiting.  We'd done that before, with a lot of success.

But, traveling by plane instead of car means we can't pack everything we would usually just toss into the car.  So, Mr. Mischief's "floor bed" was left at home.  At 3 1/2, we thought he could sleep in the regular bed in Pappa's room and do just fine.  We were wrong.  Very wrong.

Shortly after the first "nap" of the visit, we heard noise coming from the bedroom.  This is what we found...




Grammy and Pappa will be sending us the painting and cleaning bill.  I think it's my payback for how smoothly the airport and flight went.  Honestly, I think I prefer this to being the mother of 2 screaming kids on a 6:30am flight anyways.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

My baby was born 8 weeks early

November 17th is Prematurity Awareness Day.

Alexander was born 2 months before he was supposed to be.  He was born while there was snow on the ground.  He was supposed to be born while there were flowers in bloom and leaves on the trees.

He weighed less than a sack of flour when he was born.

He spent 4 weeks in a hospital NICU.

In his honor, for all the babies fighting right now, for the mommies fighting for just one more day and for the babies will never make it home, I am helping the March of Dimes fight prematurity.

Today, I wear purple.

Please visit the March of Dimes today to learn more about prematurity and how you can help.

Love,
Holly



Thursday, October 28, 2010

We can't jump in the fountain today

I know, at first glance, this probably doesn't sound so bad, so let me explain.

I took the boys to the mall on a mission to find footed pajamas that would fit the 3 year old (who has already outgrown his size 4 pjs).  We went to a mall we don't usually go to so the kids had never seen the fountains there.  The 3 year old got very excited as we looked down on the fountains from the second floor.  Then, as we walked into Gymboree, he said "We should jump in there today!".  You know my reply.  I didn't think anything of it until I heard the store clerk giggling at us.  After we failed to find footed pajamas, she said goodbye and reminded us not to jump in the fountain.

At least I wasn't talking to myself.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Is that lipstick?

There was a brief moment of silence.  If you have kids (especially boys), you know that sound...and it scares you.

I heard that sound - or rather the absence of sound - this morning while my boys were playing.  I had called my mother to see how she was feeling after taking a tumble down some stairs earlier in the week (which is another story entirely and not mine to share).  My boys had seized that opportunity to get my purse, pull out all my credit cards and lipstick.  It wasn't until my 3 year old said "I want to look in the mirror" that I realized what had been going on.

Fortunately, I don't own dark lipstick, so the damage wasn't too bad.  And, I've been reminded as to why I usually leave my purse in the car.  I'm also accepting lipstick stain removal tips.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Slow down so you can breathe!

My 3 year old has asthma.  It's not severe, but what hits most kids as a regular cold can turn bad fast for him.  As irony would have it, the very medicines which open up his airways so he can breathe, also make him hyper.  And if you've ever met him, you know that he needs no help to be hyper under normal circumstances.  His cough got worse over the weekend and he spiked a fever this morning  (the highest reading I took was 103.9 right before we left for the doctor's office).  It's probably pneumonia, and he started antibiotics this morning.  Hopefully it will just be a few days before he clears up, but in the meantime, I'll be spending a lot of time asking him to stop running around so he can catch his breath.
Here he is in a brief moment of repose.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Don't hit your brother with the drumsticks!

It's been a long day in our house.  Alexander has been experiencing "growing pains" at night and has also decided he no longer will nap.  He's exhausted and when he's exhausted, he's not particularly kind to his brother.  Fortunately, no major injuries and bedtime is near.