Monday, March 28, 2016

Spring Break 2016

Charly asked a month or so ago if she and some friends could go down to Newport for Spring Break. They would stay with one of the girl's aunt that has a house there and details were worked out. I agreed. But then details started to change. Drastically. They had to get a hotel after all (which can't be rented to anyone under 18). The group of girls going changed. Things like that. I was backing out of my position of allowing her to go. Then the bright idea was suggested I take the boys down for a little vacay, stay at a different hotel then her (of course), and multi task this wonderful break. She talked me into it. She talked me into leaving on a Sunday. I grew up in Vegas and know Sunday traffic to LA is horrible. I got as far as Primm in two hours and got off the freeway. I was about to call a halt to the whole trip, but Charly called her hotel and worked out for her to arrive a day late. She promised she would get up early the next morning and drive with her friends to LA to meet me there. So, the boys and I stayed at Primm Valley Resort, which is a slight version of Dante's outer rims of hell. Deac is so sweet and thought it was a really nice place. Ah the ignorance of youth. I took the boys to eat at the Pancake House (who cooks their pancakes in peanut pancakes for Deac or Ev).
Then to the Outlet Mall, where the babies were running like maniacs all through the mall. Until we got to this carousel. The fought over the car. Ev won.

All this time Deven is limping around on his sprained foot (I should not have taken him for this, and other, reasons). My phone got lost. Charly was throwing a party at the house in my absence and then left to go out at midnight; essentially she pulled an all nighter before driving the next morning. Grrrrrr. I was having bad heebeejeebees about the trip and really did not want to go. But...the girl. I trudged on. We got up early and headed out.
we made it to the beach, amidst Deven's CONSTANT harassment of Deacon
Finally I got upset with Deven. This is him pouting at dinner because Deacon would not play tic tac toe with him. Absurd. The hotel we stayed at was packed with kids from UNR that reeked of beer. I was worried the night would be noisy, but surprisingly it was fine. The next morning I let Dev sleep and took Deacon down for breakfast. That American continental breakfast. Deac is the sweetest kid around, but he does not pay attention so well. Maybe most 9 year old boys don't, but I turned my head from him for a minute and looked back to find him pouring waffle batter from that fantastic waffle batter machine (that you then have to cook in the waffle iron) onto a plate. Batter was oozing over everywhere. "Deac, dude, what are you doing?!" "It said this was for waffles." "Like a cooked waffle is going to come out of the spout?!" "I didn't know." 
We ate. Woke dev. Went to the beach.
 I love the ocean. Notice the full was chilly.
 They hung out for a while. We wanted to find the tide pools at Crystal Cove here, but Dev's foot, you know.
Dev and I made up. We collected rocks, chased a lizard, ate lunch and drove home. 
I made Charly promise to obey the rules and I left her with her duck faced friends in Cali. She alleges she had a good time on the cold beach babysitting drunk kids. And I get the empty title of Cool Mom who helped them out. 

Saturday, March 26, 2016

so much to tell

Dear March - Come in -
How glad I am -
I hoped for you before-
Put down your Hat -
You must have walked -
How out of Breath you are -
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest -
Did you leave Nature well -
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me -
I have so much to tell-

--Emily Dickinson

March is a busy month starting with track, Charly's birthday, then mom's birthday, then Spring Break, then Ezra's birthday, then Easter. The latest was Ezra's birthday. He is two! He likes the edges of pillow cases, he demands snuggling in the morning when he wakes up, he does not like to be thrown up in the air, he likes to get dressed because it means he is going somewhere, he has started talking a bit more and will use his words unless he is really angry, he is funny.  This kid keeps us laughing. He has stopped biting as much but has taken to head butting when he is upset, or charging full force with he head down at you. He likes jumping on the trampoline and follows/mimics Everett all through the day. He gives big open mouth kisses. He loves hats, beanies in particular, and he gets really mad if I don't give him whatever hat I have on my head when he asks. He can count from one to ten but always says "siete" for seven.

We celebrated his day with a plate full of donuts, gifts and lots of outdoor time with his brothers.

Thursday, March 17, 2016

it's cool

While Charly is getting interviewed by the newspaper and making herself famous I have stuff to take care of as well. Like today I made it a point to pick up some NYX liquid lipstick because they are on sale for $4.88. I have never been a big make-up person, but that was when I was when I was young enough to roll out of bed and head straight to life. Now if I do that I look sick and pushing 70 years old.  So, I have tried some stuff. That is not the point of this post, nor do I want to go into all that I have tried and liked/disliked.  Obviously lipstick is part of the gamut of makeup I dig because it is fast and easy.  I have been a light lipgloss lady for quite awhile with the occasional lip color. However, lipstick is a big problem for two reasons:
1.  I have to be able to be super kissy on the white squishy baby bodies and faces and lipstick leaves them looking like they have been hit in the face or bruised or whatnot.
2. Ezra has taken to hitting my face when he is upset with me and adds insult to injury when he smears my lipstick in the process.  

So in my full court press to train that boy to be a decent human being I have found a way to laugh in his face when he swats my face and does not smear my lipstick: liquid lipstick. It dries and does not transfer once it is dry. There are a ton of options. I kind of feel like a clown at times. Certain shades draw more attention then others (at the track meet a fellow mom I have known since high school yells at me as I pass "Girl, are you wearing BLACK lipstick?!" No. Its grey.)

NYX Exotic
So there you have it. I have foiled Ezra and saved cash money.  See, I said I had important stuff to do. 

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Things break

The weekend had a lot of people coming and going at my house. which i am fine with and have learned to manage. Adding to the commotion was Deven. Friday night he was with his friends out and about in the neighborhood when he texted me.
There have been two times in Deven's life that he had broken a bone and I have not taken him into the hospital because I was not convinced it was broken. My kids are not the toughest leather hides in the barn, so I often let them sit a bit on their pain before reacting.  However, Deven's ankle had a large lump in it that I could not be sure wasn't a bone sticking out. So, amidst the chaos I loaded him up and took him to the ER. 
The waiting room was packed, but the pediatric side was not too bad so the waiting was minimal. We had to find an outlet in the waiting room because his phone was dead.  Priorities.
After an x-ray he was diagnosed as having a bad sprain but no broken bones. This big boy of mine was so affectionate and lovey while we were in his ER room.  He let me hold him while he rested his head on my shoulder; he kept kissing my hand and saying he loved me. It was melting my somewhat cold heart to feel the weight of his presence. This once little boy of mine who is growing up to be one of the most delightful and interesting humans has his mom's adoration. I hope he knows that. 

He is on crutches for a couple weeks and did not want to go to school yesterday, so he asked me if during the day I could teach him how to cook a couple things. He wanted to learn to make homemade mac and cheese (not from a box). As I was writing out the recipe to put into my recipe box (I finally purchased one and am committed to filling it with my handwritten recipes so my kids will have it when I am dead and gone) I asked him what we should call it, "Homemade Mac and Cheese?"  He replied, "Mother and Son Mac and Cheese." He ate the whole pan of Mother and Son Mac and Cheese and admitted that he was glad I was making the recipe box which he had mocked me for earlier in the month, "It could come in useful." 

For an account of what went down Saturday go to:

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

mom and boys saturday

The community my brother lives in held a 5k event in honor of his son Jaden who has spina bifida. It was a well organized run with carnival style games after all to raise money for Jaden.  The boys and I woke up at 5 that morning to drive to southern Utah to participate in this event. 
Ezra fell asleep the last 10 minutes of the drive. Classic.
We made it just in time to start at the line with Jaden. Everett was having none of me putting him down or in a stroller.  So, we ran it together with him in my arms. At one point my sister in law insisted I try and put Everett on Jaden's lap (that is also good press for Jaden to make him look like even more of a hero.) Everett was no dummy and wanted nothing to do with the publicity.
So we finished the run behind Jaden and were able to see his finale. 
We stayed and played awhile. However, when everyone was ready to sit down at a restaurant and eat I loaded up the kids and drove back to Vegas so we could make it to Deacon's basketball game in time. Also, I do not enjoy eating out with these two babies. Not even a little bit, so I was glad to be able to bail on that.
I had to take Ezra to the basketball game. That also went wrong. He saw his big brother out on the court and naturally, as Ezra does everyday in the yard, he went to play basketball with him. The fact that I stopped Ezra from getting on the court caused a scene that dictated we leave and watch the game from above.  Even up there Ezra wailed as he saw the players below. 
 He had moments of acceptance.
Deacon is a good little ball player.
 It was the final game of the season so the boys had a little shin dig after the game where the coach recognized each one of them.  He congratulated Deacon on becoming more aggressive. What an interesting thing I hear many dads yelling at their boys "be more aggressive!" Look at that kid. He is the antithesis of agressivo. Also look at the rice krispy treats made so cute to look like little basketballs. Agressivo Ezra screamed when I tried to give him just a bite because he wanted the whole thing. All the parents were like "oh, whats the matter?" when he screamed. So i just handed him the whole thing. 
And thus we went home and took baths. Long deep baths. Well, not too long because then Deven had a few friends over. That cut bath time short. I had to monitor the bottle rocket situation being set off in the back yard near the pine trees.