Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Biggest Fan Ever.

Dani and Big Man have been listening to a lot of music together lately.  She's currently digging the Beatles.  Tonight when I came home from work, she whispered, "I'm not Dani.  I'm Paul."

It should come as no surprise that Tori is always Ringo.
When I took Dani to the store last weekend, she kept holding my hand in the aisle, and singing, "I wanna hold your ha-a-and, I wanna hold your hand."
She told me tonight she is their biggest fan ever.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Dinnertime silliness.

During dinner tonight, I asked Tori if she wanted any more.
 "This dinner is stinky!  PU!  I don't like cat food," she replied.
 They were bouncing off the walls tonight.  Got some great video of it, but blogger won't seem to let me upload it.

Monday, January 21, 2013

We're crafty!

Hey--how YOU doin'?
 We've been quite crafty lately.  When Tommy heads to bed, the girls and I have been working on little, creative projects.  
 We're drawing, and stickering, and having lots of fun.  Tonight we made valentines!
 And every once in a blue moon, the kids all snuggle in together.  And usually, before I can pick up the camera, they are back to running around like crazy little monkeys.
 And Tommy's often in a kissing mood.  He's mastered the little pucker and "mwah" and will run around just giving kisses.
 Tonight, we started with crayons, and then I grabbed a marker so I could write Happy Valentine's Day" on the cards we were making.  Dani asked me for a marker, so I told her I would get the whole container of magic markers from the playroom.  Her reply, "They aren't magic, Mommy, they are just markers."

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Domestic Goddess.

I know, I know, Domestic Goddess is one of the last words you would use to describe me.  Until today, my friends!

For my first trick of domestic wizardry...you've seen the chair below.  It's a remnant from my single days, taupe, and microfiber, and so plush and nice.  But then I had kids.  Now it's covered with stains of every shape, from varying types of toddler secretion.  It's pretty hideous.

I read a trick online about how to clean even the worst microfiber messes.  Considering that the next stop for the chair was going to be a Craigslist curb alert, I figured I'd give it a try.  Fill a spray bottle with rubbing alcohol and saturate the entire chair.  Then rub (hard) with a white cloth or sponge, replacing as it picks up dirt and not rinsing, just using another clean one.  When it dries, you can use a bristle brush to fluff up the fibers if you want.

HOLY AMAZEBALLS!  It worked!  The chair looks brand flippin' new.  A word to the wise--I recommend you try this on a spring day.  The middle of winter is not the time to let 16 ounces of rubbing alcohol loose in your house, unless you were the kid that used to sniff the rubber cement, in which case you'll like the smell.  I was that kid, so I didn't mind. 

Feeling high from my achievement with the chair, I set out to continue with my wifey-ness.  "We have some old bananas" I thought, as I looked on my tablet for a banana bread recipe.  I should mention that I don't really bake.  Unless there is a box, and I add eggs and minor ingredients.  Not from scratch, ever.  Sooooo,  I didn't have quite enough butter or bananas, but made up the difference with some extra brown sugar and margarine.  And I added pistachios.  And vanilla extract.  All mixed up and in the oven, I begin to put the ingredients away, and I see it.  The baking soda.  That I forgot to add.  Big Man laughs.  "It's only been in the oven for 5 minutes," I tell him, "we can add it now".  Big Man laughs.  So, I pulled the pan out of the oven, dumped the baking soda on top and mixed it in.  It's still baking but I'm sure it's going to rock.  It will certainly be the best banana bread I've ever made.

And, if you were here with me right now, you'd probably be looking at me a bit funny.  Sniffing a little bit, trying to figure out why my clothes smell like I was in a house fire.  "Is she a volunteer firefighter," you'd think to yourself, too polite to ask.  No, it was the dryer.  Last week, it smelled a little bit burny, and we thought that it just got a bit too hot for a pair of Tommy's feety pajamas (they came out with a melty spot) and it made the clothes smoky stinky.  Undeterred, I did laundry on Friday night, and with the last load Saturday morning, the dryer decided to show us it wasn't playing.  It smelled like smoky badness, like burning rubber, and now my clothes do too.  We've replaced nearly every appliance in our house in the last 12 months.  Literally the only thing left was the dryer.  After the horrific Home Depot washing machine experiment there was no way I was going back to a big box store.  So I went to the local place that many friends recommended after I bitched about the Depot on facebook, L&M Appliances.  Got the dryer that matches my washer (not that I would have cared, but it was in stock and on sale) at a price that was lower than the Depot and which included everything else (installation and removal, extra footage of dryer vent tube, etc.), and they are delivering it tomorrow, one business day after I bought it.  Hoo-ray.  Nothing sucks more than having to drop $500 on appliances for a house we want to sell, but it was a valuable lesson in remembering to support local business, better service and comparable (or better) price.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

The darndest things.

This has been a brutal week.
I worked last Saturday and Sunday, and am now on day 11 and am feeling run down.

In cool work news, I won an evidentiary argument in court today, after the judge ruled against me.  I suggested he was wrong on the law, and he allowed me to present some authority for it, and then he agreed, and reversed.  I know, it doesn't sound like a big deal, and, truthfully, it wasn't really.  It was great to have an open-minded judge who would admit he was wrong, but honestly, for me, it was a little bit of a big deal.  The law's a tough business.  I have many cases--each different--each with a client relying upon me for something simple like a traffic ticket, or trusting me to handle his or her divorce.  Even though I'm going to be *cough* 40 this year, I often feel like when I walk in to court, everyone there has years more experience than I do, and it can be intimidating.  You second guess yourself.  "Should I have made a different argument?  Should I have settled or went to trial?"  The "what ifs" keep me up at night.  But every once in a blue moon, when I've researched, and prepared, and practiced, I feel like the smart kid.  Like the teenage Bethany who was going to conquer the world.  This was that day, for just a few moments.  Those moments where your tummy smiles and you know you're on the right path.  I'm still second guessing myself on the rest, but this was just a teeny sparkly minute.

But Dad faithful readers, you aren't here because you care about my day!

A few funnies from Dani this week:

Tori was looking at a book with pictures of animals.  She is pointing to the duck and quacking, the monkey, etc., and making all the sounds while naming the animal.  She gets to the koala, and points and says "koala", but makes no sound.  I ask her what sound the koala makes and she shrugs.  So I turn to Dani and ask her whether she know what sound a koala makes.  Dani's reply, "Koalas don't make any noise Mommy, but they do like hugs."

While wearing a pair of jeans that were a bit snug in the thighs, "Daddy, these pants hurt my legs from walking."   It's always so interesting how they choose words to describe something that they don't know.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013


Dani and Tori saw a show where the host made amazing balloon creations, and they were so excited.  So, I suggested that we could buy some and make our own.  Big Man mockingly laughed at my idea and my promises to make balloon animals for the kiddos.  I assured him that balloon art was a hidden talent of mine--how hard could it be?

After nearly 20 minutes of trying to blow them up, and failing, we got out the hand pump.  I must say, I made a pretty sweet poodle.
And hey, my kids are toddlers--they were just excited that I could twist two balloons into something resembling a hat, and they loved Big Man's hula hoops.
Their favorite part was just to have balloon wars, chasing each other around the house with their arms waving with the long balloons.  The occasional POP would have them skittering and asking me to blow up more.
Even Tommy got into the action.
The best part of my day, every day, are these little, silly adventures.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

More with Grandma and Grandpa!

Grandma plays a mean game of patty cake!

She's also pretty awesome at coloring!
And she lets you get big girl (Shirley Temple) drinks when you go out to eat!
And Grandpa does the heavy lifting!
Horsey rides!

And reading books.
Grandma and Grandpa sure are fun!

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year, all!
We had a fun, mini-celebration around 7pm before the kiddos went to bed.
Granda and Grandpa are in town, so you know it's fun!
 Glowsticks and horns, like a rave, without the E!  But with the G (grandma) which is WAY better!
 Thomas x 2.
 Showing Grandma the ornaments.
Happy New Year!  Like all of you, I'm filled with all the things that I want to do better in 2013.  I won't bore you with them all, but I'm turning 40 this year, 'nuff said.