Wednesday, July 30, 2008


Still haven't finished my lame attempt of wrapping 3 years of adoration and awe inspiring love into a post worthy or my kid. Will keep working on it.

For now I will be busily pondering the quandary I find myself in tonight: Does the fact that the girls are having a sleepover and giving me a whole night of soul shaking peace make going through the root canal that I am scheduled for tomorrow worth it?

At least there's nitrous oxide to look forward to. I'll take what I can get.

Sunday, July 27, 2008


Coming soon: A love letter to my Big! Girl! who has (as of Saturday) been keeping me on my toes for 3 whole years.

Friday, July 25, 2008

An open letter

Dear Safeway,

Did you really think that I wouldn't notice that although I paid the same 10 for $5, that you had downsized by 2 oz each yogurt? Well, I noticed. When I was still, you know, HUNGRY after I ate it. You and the asshole economy can suck it.


Mah Belly

Play it again, and again

A short check in to say that although I have still not gotten my shit together to write actual blog posts due to Big! Summer! Fun! and you should really be doing the Twitter thing, because I am sending out brief, boring snippets of my boring life several times per day over there.

I will just briefly say that seeing James Taylor live never gets old as he proved tonight. Great seats and great music. I totally rocked out with my you know what out and seriously am beginning to believe that I am physically unable to like music that is less than 30 years old. If JT was a drug, I would inject him into my veins daily.

Also? Coming home to the sounds of a screaming, teething baby? Totally harshes my mellow.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

More of me to love

I finally figured out how to Twitter because OMG I am a crappy blogger these days, but I can find time for a sentence or two at a time, baby steps, baby steps.

Soooooo, you can find my mini-blog twitters at . I hope you will check it out and start one too because you can even post from your phone. So easy.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Little Big Girls

Last weekend was one of those rare gems where you look at your life and catch a glimpse of everything that you have been blessed with. Chez Davey hit the road and ventured down to Depoe Bay, a darling beach town that I wish that someone would have told me that when they said "beach" they meant "giant rocky cliffs overlooking the ocean with shear drops that want to murder your children.

We stayed at one of our timeshare network and as always, the condo was perfect and much nicer than the hovel that we live in the rest of the year. We decided to take a chance to let Goldie try out the big girl bed (mattress on the floor and stern warnings of "No monkeying around") and have Ruby in the pack and play in the same room. It was magic. They fell asleep giggling with each other and when they woke up there was a long while of girly sisterly fun sounds. We will be moving them into one room to share before September.

I thought that I would be heartbroken when we left the newborn and baby phase of our life, but it isn't turning out that way. These girls are growing up a team to be reckoned with. No more nursing and up all night.

Last night Davey took Goldie out to water their father daughter summer project of sunflowers and left Ruby inside. I actually saw her heart break. She just stood there, shaking with huge tears pointing at the door they had left through as if she were trying to say "HEY GUYS! I'M HERE! THERE MUST BE SOME MISTAKE" I couldn't take it.

My girls are growing up before my eyes and it is taking my breath away.

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

The Longest Nap

After an awesome day hiking through the zoo, checking out penguins and elephants, complete with ice cream and a picnic, I threw my napless children into their beds for a pre-dinner rest time. This was at 4:00 yesterday afternoon. It is now 7:15 a.m. They have scarcely made a peep over the past 15 hours.

We started to get worried at about 9:00 last night. Then we stopped.

Sunday, July 06, 2008


The votes are in and we officially have (drum roll please) Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease! We would love to give an acceptance speech but are otherwise occupied with The Whining, Crying and Not Eating. We are busy, busy people. The illness was diagnosed by Dr. Google himself who asked that we render our co-pay to Comcast.

In other earth shaking news: I cleaned my bathroom today. To those of you who know me in real life you will know that one of two things precipitated this momentous occasion: 1. It reeked of Gas Station Bathroom or 2. My mother is coming for dinner. Ding ding ding! We have a winner, but it was a trick question. Both 1. and 2. are correct. I thought Davey would faint as I went in there scrubbing and sweeping. Of course I didn't tackle the tub, lets not be ridiculous here, but the floor, sink and toilet are still in shock.

Friday, July 04, 2008

A different kind of holiday

We are in some kind of 4th of July hazy parallel universe where time is meaningless. Both of the girls have fevers over 102 degrees and one has been barfing since sun up. My body took the opportunity to give me the big finger for lack of sleep over the past month and rendered me knocked out (but gratefully not knocked up) for most of the day, sleeping the sleep of the dead.

I have never seen Goldie so lethargic and sad. She didn't want anything. Not popcicles or t.v. or her babies. Only hugs and snuggles until she passed out into a feverish coma. I was tempted to take her to the hospital, but I think she is going to be ok. We will see in the morning though. Roob is ok as long as she has the advil.

I guess this was a good weekend to get sick as we had no big plans, but the poor little things. Makes me almost appreciate when they are bouncing around and busting my chops. For now they are resting and Davey and I are going to pig out on the burgers and pasta salad and ice cream with fresh berries that we had planned.

I suspect we will be barfing it all up by sunrise.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Bound to happen

I knew that it was bound to happen sooner or later. While we were getting ready this morning, I pulled Goldie onto my lap to give her a squeeze before I headed to wash up. She gave me a strange look of panic and said " There's a smell in my nose and it's coming from your MOUTH!"

Thus Goldie discovered the magic that is Morning Breath.