I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I'm a technotard. Just when I had committed myself to a bloggerific lifestyle again they go and change the whole damn thing again. I can't get the effing bunnies off the page. I want a baseball that I found...but damn those bunnies they won't go away. I'm over it. Every single time I sit down and just want to write something clever or make fun of myself for navigating my life as a mother in a less than stellar way, I end up wanting to take my mac and chuck it out the window. So...I'm right back where I started. Returning to a life of entertaining writing and a way to share my neurotic behaviors in a humorous way.....oh the bunnies. I'm serious. There is so much to share. For example, the If You Give a Mouse a Cookie way that I came to clean my gutters yesterday. That's a good one, but I refuse to tell the story while there are bunnies on the page. So I dedicate my whole blogging time to getting the bunnies to go the eff away. I guess I need a large, black top hat to put them in because magic and voodoo seem to be the only way I'm going to get something else on my screen. Oh, and I got new running shoes. I've been working hard in PT and got cleared for running again.....but NOOOOOO, the bunnies are preventing you from hearing about that too. Ok. Well my blogging time has now expired and all you have gotten is a page full of complains, half starts to excellent blogs, and bunnies. Effing bunnies.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Friday, April 6, 2012
Have Fun, Love Baseball
Can you smell it? I can. It's spring (it tried to be sunny) and we were playing baseball.
Last night started Tucker's second season of T-ball. He is fulfilling hopes and dreams that I had, literally, when I got pregnant. I knew that it didn't matter whether I had a boy or a girl, this kid was going to be in LOVE with baseball. He isn't letting me down...and neither is that little girl of mine.
I'm not going to lie, I felt like I was a kid again being out on the field. I was happy, energetic, and in love...with baseball. I am also ecstatic to hear that the 2 coaches who have taken the lead to get the team formed, have officially invited me to join them. I get a hat and shirt this year! It's official. I'm a coach again. The really great news is that I won't have to stage another coup this year to take control. They have bowed down to my awesomeness much earlier this year and have succumbed to my mad skills, or good looks, you pick. ...although I'm CERTAIN it's the mad skills, or maybe the goofy demeanor I use to teach the kids or to scare them out of running in the giant mud puddle on the field. Either way...shirt and hat. Official.
Addie was my shadow on the field. She followed me everywhere, she yelled out everything I was yelling, she wore Tucker's cleats from last year that he outgrew. She is perfect. The only thing she is missing is a pink glove to protect herself from that kid on the field. The one who randomly picks up a baseball and chucks it into the air without any regard for where it will land. One of those random throws lands on my girl's head and that kid is gone. (By the way, same kid who couldn't stay out of the mud puddle. You see a pattern? I do. He might not like me much when he year is over.)
Tucker was much less timid this year. He jumped right in and handled himself very well. The team divided into two groups: new players and players with one year experience. I was working with the rookies, so I didn't see much of Tucker. I thought that was good for him to work on independence and confidence alone instead of leaning on Mommy to encourage and guide him. He told me after practice that he didn't feel like he hit very well, but that he had fun. "Mission accomplished", I thought to myself. Who cares, at this level, if he ever hits anything...just have fun. Fall in love with baseball. You can learn skills and strategy, but not unless you love the game. That's ALL I hope for this group of young boys, have fun and love baseball.
Last night started Tucker's second season of T-ball. He is fulfilling hopes and dreams that I had, literally, when I got pregnant. I knew that it didn't matter whether I had a boy or a girl, this kid was going to be in LOVE with baseball. He isn't letting me down...and neither is that little girl of mine.
I'm not going to lie, I felt like I was a kid again being out on the field. I was happy, energetic, and in love...with baseball. I am also ecstatic to hear that the 2 coaches who have taken the lead to get the team formed, have officially invited me to join them. I get a hat and shirt this year! It's official. I'm a coach again. The really great news is that I won't have to stage another coup this year to take control. They have bowed down to my awesomeness much earlier this year and have succumbed to my mad skills, or good looks, you pick. ...although I'm CERTAIN it's the mad skills, or maybe the goofy demeanor I use to teach the kids or to scare them out of running in the giant mud puddle on the field. Either way...shirt and hat. Official.
Addie was my shadow on the field. She followed me everywhere, she yelled out everything I was yelling, she wore Tucker's cleats from last year that he outgrew. She is perfect. The only thing she is missing is a pink glove to protect herself from that kid on the field. The one who randomly picks up a baseball and chucks it into the air without any regard for where it will land. One of those random throws lands on my girl's head and that kid is gone. (By the way, same kid who couldn't stay out of the mud puddle. You see a pattern? I do. He might not like me much when he year is over.)
Tucker was much less timid this year. He jumped right in and handled himself very well. The team divided into two groups: new players and players with one year experience. I was working with the rookies, so I didn't see much of Tucker. I thought that was good for him to work on independence and confidence alone instead of leaning on Mommy to encourage and guide him. He told me after practice that he didn't feel like he hit very well, but that he had fun. "Mission accomplished", I thought to myself. Who cares, at this level, if he ever hits anything...just have fun. Fall in love with baseball. You can learn skills and strategy, but not unless you love the game. That's ALL I hope for this group of young boys, have fun and love baseball.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Unintentional Sabbatical
After more than a year of being blog-free, I'd like to first start by thanking my two faithful "followers" (one who apparently is too shamed to show their face on my blog) for faithfully following my REAL, undocumented life. Well I can claim that truth for one of you, the other mystery follower...I can't be so certain.
I'm trying to even think of all the ways my life has changed in the last year and the list is long and wonderful. I will just start listing things that have happened. The list will be horribly out of chronological order, but hey my life is a little out of order...very fitting.
*I really think this is fitting to be first, since it was such a struggle and game changer in our family. Addie is potty trained. It took her 3 years, 1 month, 26 days and 14 hours (or 1,659,727 minutes) to make that choice, but she did it. I was under the impression that girls trained earlier and easier than boys. She blew that theory out of the water. Nothing to could convince this girl. Not candy. Not bribery. Not threats. Nothing. Her choice, her terms, her time. But Amen...she did it. finally. Oh yeah, and it all clicked like a week before preschool started. Which brings me to #2.
*Addie started preschool. She goes to the same preschool that Tucker attended. Addie goes 2 days a week. Those are glorious days.
*Tucker started kindergarten. (please pass me a tissue). As an educator, and his super biased mother, he is excelling in school. He is a great reader, has a great phonics knowledge base and his social skill are what I would expect. However, because my husband and myself are first children (you know those people) we over analyze his kindergarten report card to the point that I was on the Oregon State Standards website critiquing the teacher's evaluation of Tucker regarding every standard. It's kindergarten. I know. I understand that fully. Those are my issues, not his....moving on.
*I have become something I never thought was genetically possible for me. I have become a baker. I will admit that the perfect, fluffy, moist chocolate chip cookie still eludes me, but I have other confections that just might beat that old standby. I have mastered the cakepop. I still want to experiment with fondant and making them Bakerella cute, but I have the basics: excellent flavor and creative ideas. I'm also going to claim to have a good handle on cupcakes, but I want to experiment with flavors and frostings. This is a fun hobby that I wouldn't mind making some money doing, but until then it gives me a creative outlet and a reason to exercise.
*The man of the house has also been a very busy man. He has recently taken on a new business venture, in addition to his regular job. He is rare species in our home these days, but we are making the best of it as he works tirelessly to build his future empire.
*Both kids took swimming lessons. They were both so timid in the water that they had to take level 1, twice. They finally passed.
*I ran my first half marathon in June 2011 at the Seattle Rock N Roll Marathon. You know that moment when you feel like a super hero, and you are pretty sure that if you could take just one more step you could take off in flight? Yeah, that never happened to me. When I got done I felt like a champ, but I didn't feel that great physically. Here's my rookie advice. If you think you are going to run anything beyond a 10K, get a running group. Hang out with people who know what the hell is going on. I trained under the advice a good friend, but ran nearly every mile alone. I didn't know when to hold 'em, fold 'em, or when to walk away.... Now I'm dealing with persistent shin splints, a sports medicine doctor and a physical therapist, and of course, INSURANCE. Dude, just get a running group. That's what I'm doing next time. Well, next, next time....this year I'm already signed up for two half marathons that I'll be walking, to my dismay. (Jockin' Mike D to my dismay.....I can't say dismay without giving a little "WASSUP" to the Beastie Boys. Holla if you feel me!)
I think I'm going to leave it at that for now. We will have many upcoming adventures with the anticipation of spring actually acting like spring in the next few weeks, maybe. Oregon: get it together. Your bipolar weather disorder is really bringing me down. I need vitamin D for my wellbeing. Tball starts this week, please let it look, feel, and smell like baseball outside. Please.
Thanks again to my 2 followers. I feel so important!! ha ha ha!
I'm trying to even think of all the ways my life has changed in the last year and the list is long and wonderful. I will just start listing things that have happened. The list will be horribly out of chronological order, but hey my life is a little out of order...very fitting.
*I really think this is fitting to be first, since it was such a struggle and game changer in our family. Addie is potty trained. It took her 3 years, 1 month, 26 days and 14 hours (or 1,659,727 minutes) to make that choice, but she did it. I was under the impression that girls trained earlier and easier than boys. She blew that theory out of the water. Nothing to could convince this girl. Not candy. Not bribery. Not threats. Nothing. Her choice, her terms, her time. But Amen...she did it. finally. Oh yeah, and it all clicked like a week before preschool started. Which brings me to #2.
*Addie started preschool. She goes to the same preschool that Tucker attended. Addie goes 2 days a week. Those are glorious days.
*Tucker started kindergarten. (please pass me a tissue). As an educator, and his super biased mother, he is excelling in school. He is a great reader, has a great phonics knowledge base and his social skill are what I would expect. However, because my husband and myself are first children (you know those people) we over analyze his kindergarten report card to the point that I was on the Oregon State Standards website critiquing the teacher's evaluation of Tucker regarding every standard. It's kindergarten. I know. I understand that fully. Those are my issues, not his....moving on.
*I have become something I never thought was genetically possible for me. I have become a baker. I will admit that the perfect, fluffy, moist chocolate chip cookie still eludes me, but I have other confections that just might beat that old standby. I have mastered the cakepop. I still want to experiment with fondant and making them Bakerella cute, but I have the basics: excellent flavor and creative ideas. I'm also going to claim to have a good handle on cupcakes, but I want to experiment with flavors and frostings. This is a fun hobby that I wouldn't mind making some money doing, but until then it gives me a creative outlet and a reason to exercise.
*The man of the house has also been a very busy man. He has recently taken on a new business venture, in addition to his regular job. He is rare species in our home these days, but we are making the best of it as he works tirelessly to build his future empire.
*Both kids took swimming lessons. They were both so timid in the water that they had to take level 1, twice. They finally passed.
*I ran my first half marathon in June 2011 at the Seattle Rock N Roll Marathon. You know that moment when you feel like a super hero, and you are pretty sure that if you could take just one more step you could take off in flight? Yeah, that never happened to me. When I got done I felt like a champ, but I didn't feel that great physically. Here's my rookie advice. If you think you are going to run anything beyond a 10K, get a running group. Hang out with people who know what the hell is going on. I trained under the advice a good friend, but ran nearly every mile alone. I didn't know when to hold 'em, fold 'em, or when to walk away.... Now I'm dealing with persistent shin splints, a sports medicine doctor and a physical therapist, and of course, INSURANCE. Dude, just get a running group. That's what I'm doing next time. Well, next, next time....this year I'm already signed up for two half marathons that I'll be walking, to my dismay. (Jockin' Mike D to my dismay.....I can't say dismay without giving a little "WASSUP" to the Beastie Boys. Holla if you feel me!)
I think I'm going to leave it at that for now. We will have many upcoming adventures with the anticipation of spring actually acting like spring in the next few weeks, maybe. Oregon: get it together. Your bipolar weather disorder is really bringing me down. I need vitamin D for my wellbeing. Tball starts this week, please let it look, feel, and smell like baseball outside. Please.
Thanks again to my 2 followers. I feel so important!! ha ha ha!
Thursday, March 3, 2011
What do you do?
My sweet and beautiful sister-in-law loves my blog and I heard that she recently asked my Mom about my blog. I believe the story went something like this..."I love Tami's blog. I wish she posted more" My Mom: "She's really busy" SIL: "Busy? What does she do?!?" Wow...that question is so deep on so many levels. Some days I can't list the things I do because they are so great in numbers. So let's just take yesterday, for an example, here's what I did.
1. Woke up at 7am, after going to bed at 1am.
2. Made breakfast for 2 kids, and then cleaned the dishes.
3. Food/water for K9.
4. 2 kids dressed.
5. 2 kids waters and snacks for the car
6. Mommy dressed...of course there is an audience because you no longer have your own identity or privacy.
7. out the door...wait, did I remember diapers and wipes...back in the house....back to the car.
8. 2 kids in carseats
9. Arrive at Mother in Law's house.
10. Clean her house for 2 hours, while the kids have snack and drop crumbs on the carpet I just vacuumed.
11. Make lunch for me and kids.
12. Clean up lunch dishes.
13. shoes/socks/coats/toys and kids back in the car, but not before I have to chase them around to herd them into their carseats.
14. 3 hours at OMSI...2 kids, 1 mommy.....again, it's like herding cats.
15. cook dinner for kids
16. run 2.5 miles
17. clean dinner dishes
18. check email....the first time I've sat down since lunch.
19. 2 kids dress down/brush teeth/bathroom/bathtub
20. 1 kid can dress himself, Mommy dresses the other kid
21. 2 cups with water for kids at bed time
22. make sure that all comfort items are in the correct beds, blankets and all.
23. read 2 stories
24. say prayers
25. good night....for the kids.
26. Listen to a little girl yell for her mommy for 30 minutes.
27. Eat a cold dinner.
28. Do the dishes, again.
29. Call my mom, only to hear the question posed by my SIL...."What does she do?" It was so funny, that I was in tears. I'm certain I didn't list everything I did, and not even one worry or thought that went through my mind all day...like when I couldn't find my daughter at OMSI for a split second. But physically, that's what my body did....and I'd like you to take note, SIL, a shower for Mommy was NOT on that list. I haven't showered yet today either, and it's 1:32pm...I'm hoping that if the kids don't start fighting because I've been on the computer blogging, that I might get a shower.
I would love for my other Mommy Friends to take a moment and make a list either as a comment here on the blog to share with my SIL, or just for your personal use. Writing down what I do during the day really helps me validate that I DO EVERYTHING!!! Sometimes at the end of the day, I feel like I've done nothing because every last thing I've cleaned is dirty, once again. I don't even want to get started on the laundry issue. That's a battle that will one day kill me, I'm certain of that.
I LOVE YOU S.D. You are a perfect mate for my brother, and we are all so lucky to have you in our family. I would encourage you to come to a "job shadow" of motherhood....it will blow your mind and be some of the most powerful birth control on Earth.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Just Plain Cute
I don't have a big story that goes along with this, other than she dressed herself. She's adorable and I love her so very much.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Dog-Nephew
We are watching after my Dog-Nephew, Matador, while my sister-in-law is on Oahu getting married and having her honeymoon. Today we took him for a walk and Tucker loved it! Tucker can't walk our dog Bo, because he pulls too hard and Tucker can't handle him. Tiny, cute Matador can give a tug, but nothing that Tucker can't handle. It was so cute watching Tucker walk him around the park because he kept saying, "Look Mommy, it's like I have my very own dog!" He has been talking about wanting his own pet, but has yet to think of a pet that he doesn't have to clean up the animal's poop. We will probably be getting a cage and a pet rock soon. Until then, we have our dog-nephew, El Matador! 
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Shut it DOWN!
When you drop your kid off at Fred Meyer Playland and he says he doesn't need to go to the bathroom first, he is lying. He needs to go to the bathroom. He will only tell the attendant that he needs to go as the urine is running down his leg, into his socks and shoes and onto the playland carpet. Not only did I learn not to trust a five-year-old's judgement on whether he has to go potty or not, I also learned that when your kid pees on the carpet, they have to shut down shop and shampoo the carpet. Your welcome, other moms who were hoping to drop their kids off at the playland for some free childcare. Better luck next time, my kid just peed in there.
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