Friday, January 30, 2009

A Really Long Walk

A few weeks ago Mster planned a family day. She did it all on her own. She never really announced when it was going to happen only that it would. It involved a really long walk, a visit to a favorite indoor playground and a restaurant. We kind of let her live in her own little imaginary world figuring she would forget about it and move on to another fantasy day.

Well, this has not happened. The day has not surfaced but Mster has declared this Saturday as our VERY LONG WALK DAY! We will all (as a family) take a very long walk. She's determined. She's talked about it every day this week. Today she reminded me that our really long walk was going to happen tomorrow.

We've figured out that really long walk means "past our neighborhood", "almost to Denver", and "straight to the yellow park".

I've been instructed to call our friends to borrow their double stroller (in case she gets tired).

This whole thing amuses me greatly. We have never agreed and still today are sort of living in denial that she's really going to push the family event.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

But its just SOOOO Fun

Lster has spent all morning putting stuff down his pajamas. He's in ones with feet so they get stuck and he doesn't really seem to care. I only figured it out when I changed his diaper and found all the hidden treasures.

He did come and ask for help when he stowed away Cster's old cell phone. I have to admit I secretly hoped someone would call his old line (cause its still good till the end of the month) and he would FREAK out. Actually, I guess I'm glad it didn't.

And...there it goes down his pajamas again.

Monday, January 26, 2009

No Pants Lster

Once a week my friends would have a "no-pants" spaghetti night. It sounds more riske then it really was. The rule was you couldn't wear pants. Most often shorts were worn.

But Lster would have LOVED no pants spaghetti because he routinely takes off his pants and refuses to put them back on. (and he loves spaghetti) At this point in my life I really don't care. I'll ask him every 1/2 an hour if he's ready to put them back on. Most often the response is "no" and that's okay.

One day, he'll realize the social need for pants and he'll wear them. Right? Imean he just walked up to me and told me he pooped so there is some social progress happening over here.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

The 1/2 Birthday

A week ago Mster was invited to a friends house to play. She went and they took her to her friends older sister's elementary school where they had floats to celebrate the sister's 1/2 birthday. They NEVER did that when I was in school. I was always just out of luck for my birthday since it was in a summer months. But I digress.

If you can imagine the excitement that this caused for my 4 year old you should still up it another notch. She's been talking about 1/2 birthdays evey day and on Monday finally asked me when her 1/2 birthday was. I thought about it for a second, checked my calendar, and to Msters utmost delightment discovered it was only 2 days

Mster woke up this morning announcing her 1/2 birthday. She requested a friend over to play. She told all her preschool class during show and tell. She's expecting cupcakes (she can expect all she wants). She thinks its a real birthday and no matter how many times I tell her its not, in her mind, it is. I bought blueberries yesterday because they were on sale and let her have some for lunch. I told her they were for her 1/2 birthday. I let her invite her friend over (which she already does at least weekly) and told her it was because it was her 1/2 birthday. And now I'm sitting here trying to come up with other ways to "celebrate" this monumentous day without actually celebrating it.

I'm thinking of adding a few more stories at bedtime. "Letting" her play outside with the neighbors (its like 70degrees today). If I can get up let her pick out some new boots at Target (they're 75% off) for next year while I get ingredients for dinner. Maybe I'll even let her have some leftover Christmas M&M's that I give out as treats and desert whenever I'm feeling generous. only gets to turn 4 1/2 once in a lifetime. :)

Mster: Mom, can I have blueberries on my 1/2 birthday every year?

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Pizza Pops - the description

Pizza pops are not pizza flavored popsicles. That would be just gross.

Pizza pops are frozen (heat in the microwave) preservative filled calzones. You might compare them to hotpockets. But they don't look the same or taste the same.

And my stomache hurts. And I was just dreaming of a time when I used to wake up really late and stay in bed and read till I was so hungry I had to drag myself out of bed to heat up pizza pops and eat them curled up on the couch watching a made for tv movie or finishing my book. Oh to be 16 again and not have to fight for the tv on inauguration day and repeatedly ask the my little ponies to stop jumping off my head.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Pizza Pops

The other day Cster was at the store. He called me to see if I wanted him to buy me anything. I told him "pizza pops". He repeated it three (3) times and hung up. He called me back and said they didn't have any, did I want anything else. But the problem was, I didn't. My body was saying "feed me pizza pops".

This got me to thinking. I hadn't seen pizza pops in a long time. Did they still exist? I went online to check it out and see where I could buy them and I was flabergasted. According to wikipedia, they are ONLY SOLD IN CANDA. You have got to be kidding me. And now that I know for sure I can't have them, its all I want. :(

The reference

Sunday, January 18, 2009


That's about all I can say about the first few months of pregnancy. We're surviving. The baby was named "Loki" almost immediately after we announced the pregnancy at Christmas time by Cster's family. I don't really remember who started it. Probably Cster.

I've been slacking in my church responsibilites. I'm trying really hard but I got an back up to day just in case and ended up using her. 20 minutes is a long time to be standing up and singing and teaching to a big roomful of 3-8 year olds. I did it last week for 30 minutes and nearly died. I barely made my second round an hour later with the older group. So for now everybody is being super nice while I'm in my invalid phase. People bring me dinners a couple of times a week which is so good because I am useless past 3pm. My friends have taken the kids on really bad days and Mster's friends have been inviting her over for playdates way more often.

I'm seriously ready to get past this next month so I can return to normality. Its hard to accept charity. Its nice, but hard to accept.

PS - oh and Cster tore ligaments in his right thumb and has a cast for 6 weeks. So, he's in a lot of pain too. Sometimes I think we should just have a big whine fest between the two of us but with me in bed so early we don't really see each other all that much.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Its Official

So I went to the doctor's appt today and we've seen the heartbeat so TADA...I'm pregnant.

Surprize, Surprize since I have been posting a lot about being sick. I'm trying not to monopolize the posts but its really all I can think of.

Due Date: August 20, 2009

In response to comments:

Tara - yes, I'm pregnant. :)

Megan - The sword comments actually came from my girl. She's starting to get into swords. I'm not sure if this is related to princesses (which she is VERY into) or if its a whole new thing. Or, just a random thought vocalized. Since she vocalizes every single possible thought this is entirely possible.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Quips and Questions

Mster: Can animals live with holes in them?
Me: What kind of holes?
Mster: You know. Not the kind of holes that are in crayons but more like the people holes.
Me: I'm still not understanding what you mean by holes.
Mster: Well...holes.
Me: Like the hole in your mouth?
Mster: No.
Me: How did the animals get the holes?
Mster: By sharp swords.
Me: aahh


There's nothing like throwing up in a parking lot while your 2 year old son decides it would be hilarious to mimic and make retching sounds in his carseat.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Lster, the Helper

You're quality of life may be going slightly downhill when your 2 year old hands you over a grocery bag and asks if you need throw up.

Monday, January 05, 2009

I hate feeling sick

Lster stop asking for the wii. "wii me" will not work no matter how cute you are when you ask me and no matter how frequently you ask.

Please note: the more you ask, the less cute it gets.