Thai Chicken wraps

So I think awhile ago I once said i'd share good recipes with you.  It's been awhile, and i've been cooking, but been forgetting to share.  Here's one you might enjoy:

Ingredients:
Sugar
Rice Vinegar
peanut butter
soy sauce
chicken (cut into strips)
Scallions
Shredded carrots (produce isle in a bag is easiest)
Sesame seeds
1 cucumber sliced thin
Flour tortillas


First:
Mix in a bowl Salad mixture
Carrots (about a cup)
Scallions (about a cup, maybe less)
1 cucumber sliced thin
2 tablespoon Rice Vinegar (i added more, i like this taste)
2 tablespoons sugar
1 tablespoon of Soy Sauce
1 tablespoon of Sesame seeds
Set aside


In another bowl:
Mix 1/2 cup of softened peanut butter
2 tablespoons of soysauce
2 tablespoon rice vingar
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
Set aside


Cook:
Chicken strips (seasoned to your liking)
Cooked in Soy Sauce (about a couple of tablespoons)
I added a tablesoon of rice vingar and sesame oil. 
When chicken is cooked, drain, and return to stove.
Add in 1/2 Salad mixture (set other half aside),and cook in with chicken only for a few minutes


Heat tortilla briefly (like 20 seconds each side)
Spread peanut sauce on tortilla
add chicken mixture
add left over salad mixture
Roll and enjoy!


Great dish for vegetarians minus the chicken

Boots and red trucks

Ok, so as usual, never fails, has happened every single time I visit my sister in Lake Mary.... today I was haunted by "the boot".  The boot that the fire department guys stalk your window with for "jerrys kids".  Theres always that pressure, of  oh god, am I gonna be the only asshole at this red light that doesn't contribute. 

So im sitting there, watching the boot knock at every window.. I see change and even dollars tossed into black boot, and I just sit, pretending that im distracted by the ghost in my car.  I feel them getting closer and closer.  Im struggling with myself as to whether or not I should throw a penny in or something.  The damn boot got me the last time I visited my sister.  I've already made my contribution.  What about my kids?  My kids gotta eat too. 
I make the decision to pass on my boot contribution.   Not in a confident ,im not giving money to jerrys kids kind of way though.  I acted as though the imaginary ghost in my car dropped something on the pasenger side floor and I had to bend down and get it for him (cause the ghost is a him).  So I spent a good minute, bending over to avoid the boot and firefighter tshirt.  It worked. 
Maybe next time i'll be more graceful.

History Rehab

I remember the days when I could pick a zit on my face and look like the girl from the Noxema commercial the next day. 
Now I do it and grow a perminent scar.



I can go back to a place in my heart where there is nothing but peace, warmth and great memories, like being at grandmas house.
Nothing was better than crawling into her clean crisp sheets at bedtime.


I can still hear the sound of our Italian holidays.
Always a bunch of noise, a million kids (all relatives) running around in circles like bats out of hell, a bunch of men playing poker,the ladies drinking coffee and eating cake.
The main course being served as lasagna, baked ziti, salad, octopus salad (gross), a bunch of fresh fish, fresh hot italian bread, Italian sausage, fresh red sauce that took 17 hours to cook, fresh mozzerella, fresh basil, and more.  
Anyways, now it's me hosting the holidays,
and those little kids running wild are mine!



I still hear Sophias voice at 2yrs old singing Itsy Bitsy Spider.  Now I hear her voice, but its singing to Fergie.



It was just yesterday when I could ride a rollar coaster 5 times and still go back for more.
Now I can barely stomach one round.



I remember hang gliding when I was 20,  free like a bird.
Now, just the thought makes my heart palpitate.



The days of sleeping in until 11am are far gone,and I couldn't sleep past 9am if I tried.



An Amber alert never effected me, not even sure I knew what one was until I had children of my own.



Now I watch Oprah and cry. 



It wasn't long ago that I had no time for tv. Now I have a schedule on which shows to watch on my DVR.



I lost the filter on my mouth.
I think that comes with age and being a mother.



I feel more brave, and uneffected by things.   Another thing that comes along with motherhood, i think.



After the experience of childbirth, it takes a lot to embarass me.



When I bend over my back and knees crack.

I tried to do a cartwheel for my neice the other day, and ended up with sore wrists and a headache.



The last contest I entered was our bake off at work.
It used to be a beer drinking contest.



A "big" night out consists of, 3 girlfriends talking baby talk, who get really over dressed (it is our BIG night out) for dinner, 2 glasses of wine cause if you have 3 your drunk.
Just yesterday it was a party, dancing around at a Michigan Winter show.



Don't get me wrong.  These changes in life are amazing.  Its part of life.  Its inevitable.

It just freaks me out sometimes..
I go through moments where I feel outdated.  Then I panic, but never go in reverse.
I just paint my nails black, blue or pink and out jumps my youth.
I throw a random streak of blonde in my hair to still feel that spunk.
I throw on an old Piebald CD and sing outloud in my car. 



When im feeling really old,  i just take a trip to my old stomping grounds downtown. (which is usually like once every two years)
I then make note, that I can still find the same faces in the same spaces. 
I get my fun fix for awhile, go home and thank god that I am where I am today. 



I love my life!

Dish hands!

Only the best hand lotion ever!  The smell is mild, fresh, and feels so silky.  Highly recommended. 

Gina Cleaner

Remember these guys?  I made my kids watch the Garbage Pail kids Movie this weekend.  They found some interest in it, but not as much as I did!  This officially confirms the fact that I am obsessisive/compulsive about cleaning is because I was meant to be this way...  down to my garbage pail name!

Peanut butter in Wonderland

Just another fabulous, part bitter, part sweet weekend to brag about.


Friday after a long week in hell (work) I was glad to take off my germ infested scrubs and put the week behind me.


  Saturday morning was my turn for breakfast (jack and I take turns)...  which was nothing more than frosted flakes with cut up bananas.  Finally Jackson gave the frosted flakes a whirl, and just as I thought he loved them. 
  I did my normal Saturday morning chores.. and even better ,Sophias at the age where she can scrub a toilet.  She does a fabulous job I might add.  She thinks it's a reward when I hand her a big bowl of water mixed with pinesol, and rag, and order her to clean the tub.  I allow her to think this is a priveledge, followed by $2.00 for her efforts!

  Jack finally washed my car which has been dreaded by myself, since I knew he'd bitch the whole time about how I don't take care of my brand new car (now 3 years old) and how dare I let it get so dirty.. blah blah blah..   but he did a great job and my little beach mobile (mazda 3 hatchback) looked as good as new and ready to hit the town.

  I was also reminded by my children, how the simplest things make children so happy, and makes being a mommy so easy.. when I was rewarded by a hug and a "mommy your the greatest mommy any one can ever have"  for making a strawberry and peanut jelly sandwich and bbq chips for lunch!   If its that easy to be the best mommy ever, I'll take it!!!! 

 My mom was brave gracious enough to take the grandkids to see Alice in Wonderland.  They loved it.  Sophia gets alittle anxious at times, and was worried that it would be too scary.  But to her surprise, it was nothing that she couldn't handle. 
  Jackson came home looking like he played in poop and butter,with chocolate stains and greasy butter all over his shirt.. and mom said she had to fetch Sophia and Shaelyn (my neice) new 3-d glasses twice since they blocked their view on their old pairs with butter fingerprints. 
Mom said it was great, but probably wouldn't do it again!


 Sunday morning, I was woken up by Jack pushing jackson into my bedroom in his stroller, saying
"look Jackson, there's Shamu sleeping"  
 Jackson was pretending he was a baby, going "da da, goo goo ga ga" and they were pretending they were at Seaworld!   I wanted to laugh, but when I rolled over and realized it was only 7:30am, I had a freak out moment, about how I never get to sleep in anymore (sleeping in for me is like 7:45am)  and I scared them to where they went hurrying out of the room, saying "lets go look at the dolphins".  
 Again. He has this whole, "welcome the morning, singing to the birds attitude".  Totally makes me nutz!!!!


  I spent the rest of my day relaxing.  I did some more organizing around the house. Then... Jackson and I took a trip to Walmart, which turned into a disaster.  I knew it would since it was nap time, totally setting myself up. 
  He faught with me, cause he wanted everything in the store. I told him I would only buy him ONE thing, if he was a good boy.  He seemed to have understood that.  I was thinking like a .99cent matchbox car or something, he was thinking more like sneakers.  He settled for spiderman flip flops instead.  
  I thought i was in the clear until they moved the matchbox cars to the front of the store. 
 Sooo, Jackson told me I was a cutie (in his words) and once again I was suckered by his cute face, and let him pick out a car.  
He carefully examined every car, which took about 20 minutes. No exaggeration, and chose the mystery car.  After that we go to check out. Of course he sees the candy (why do they do that to us?) he then told me he didn't want the car (after already opening it) and wants candy instead.  Im already done paying at thsi point and have 2 bags in my hand. I tell him no, and to put the candy down.  Apparently he doesn't like my answer and takes off running.  
So here I am, 2 bags in hand chasing my son through walmart. 
He's a fast little shit stink.  I couldn't keep up..    Im trying to stay calm, yelling his name every five seconds, in a low but firm, mommys not playing with you voice.. but he then takes off down an isle, to where I can't see him.  So now I start to panic.   Finally he calls my name, and he's behind me.  He takes off running again, laughing at me the whole time and this is my time to put it in turbo and grab him. 
I finally catch up, grab his skinny little arm so hard, that he starts screaming.  I take the candy, put it down on some random end cap, and leave the store. 
He cries all the way home, and I listen to my music like I dont even hear him.  Even though I have a splitting headache, and im still catching my breath from my aisle chase. 
Thank god, the minute we got home he told me I was a mean mommy and fell asleep on the floor in his room.

However, I am glad that I didn't completely give into him. It was a struggle, and would have been easiest to buy him that god awful blue sweetner.... but I stood my ground.. who cares if i looked like a complete lunatic, young mother that had no control over her kid..  in the end, I win.  I didn't give in.  I will gain better control next time, by wearing sneakers instead of flip flops!


Hope you had a nice weekend!

Diaries of a mad 5 year old

So as usual I started my morning.. in my usual grumpy demeanor.  Jack and I usuallly stay clear of eachother in the mornings..  Because I wake up on what we'd call the "wrong side of the bed" on a daily.  He wakes up in his words "greeting the morning, welcoming it, with a rise and shine attitude".  I can't understand why or how he wakes up singing to the birds. 
He tells me that im teaching our kids that it's ok to wake up and be grumpy every day. Whatever!!! 
 I've tried the whole rise n shine hello morning attitude, and it didn't work for me.  So i've just accepted the fact that im a grumpy morning person..  why can't he!

Anyways, this morning Sophia seemed to have forgotten the morning routine!  She moved as slow as a snail.  She watched cartoons instead of getting dressed as I asked her to do (so frusterating) even after I told her time and time again, to hurry, we have to leave the house soon. 
Jackson refused to eat his frosted flakes.. didn't even want to try a bite.  I even grabbed the box and was impersonating Tony the Tiger..  even did the "they're grrrreeeeeat" move.  But still, no budge.  So i settled, with a "your stubborn just like your father, so starve" attitude and moved along. 

So, i leave the house in a hurry..  as usual, i've set myself behind.  Between the kids moving like snails, and making beds last minute, i was in a hissy. 

I get to Sophias school, and she hits me with "Mommy,  the first day of school I really liked going to the YMCA in the morning, but now that I know what it feels like, its TORTURE".. ... I respond with "Sophia you have no idea what torture is or feels like, now lets get going".  I mean excuse me for my little to no compassion.. but we've been doing this now for little over 7mths now. Same routine, same time every day.  Lets not mess it up now.  
I kiss her probably about 5 times until I realize that she's just stalling from getting out of the car, and tell her I have to go now or i'm gonna be late and off she goes!

My lovely children really keep me on my toes, always with quotes in which sometimes I don't know how to respond.  Hope your Friday is as eventful as mine has started!

Monday Blues

Happy Monday!


So this morning wasn't all that bad.. atleast it didn't start out that bad. 
 I woke up at my usual 5am hour, with a strange burst of energy,  in which I used to steam clean my carpet  at 5:30am.. (i have ocd, especially when it comes to cleaning) I did a load of laundry and wiped down my already clean counters. 


So anyways, I started for work, and had my coffee in a cup that I had no business bringing into the car.  I used a regular over sized coffee mug in place of a travel mug this morning. Which resulted in the whole cup of coffee completely spilling out, into my cup holder as I turned onto the 528 ramp.  I watched the whole thing go down, and couldn't help it, since I was driving, talking on the phone and smoking a ciggarette all at the same time..  It was strange, because i watched my cup holder fill up with my coffee, and then it slowly disappeared...  WONDERFUL... just WONDERFUL!
So thats how my day started...


On a brighter note, I had a very nice weekend, Friday night we had Family Movie Night..  in Mommys bed.. the kids always enjoy that. We had popcorn and watched A Night at the Smithsonian..  It was pretty good, from what I saw, since we all fall asleep not even half way through...

On Saturday morning I woke up to this:

Bacon on the mouth...Nasty.. i know.. but this is what happens when Daddy supervises!

So Jackson cooked breakfast for us girls..  eggs, bacon and egg shells.. yummy... 

On Sunday, Jack, Jackson and I went to Seaworld (we didn't leave Sophia home alone, she was with her dad)

We had a very nice time.  There was no sign of death  in the park, since a trainer was just killed a few days ago (thank god...not to the girl dying but to no sign of death..) 

 However, I did make a decision to boycot the Shamu show, because I feel like these friendly little whales aren't called "killer" for nothing.  I think they belong in the ocean, not cooped up in a tank dancing around for Seaworld guests.. drowning trainers and stuff.. So i've made the educated decicision to boycot!  First time i've ever boycotted something, and I feel productive!

 

I also watched a fun new show Sunday night, The Marriage Ref.. which stars a panel of celebrity judges, who take the side of either a husband or wife in an issue the couple is having.. for instance, last night a womans husband was wanting to stuff his dog after he died (wierd and gross) but the wife hated the idea. 

The panel of judges had to decide whether to take the husband or wifes side in this matter (they chose the wifes side, thank god) So the husband was ruled out and didn't get to put his stuffed dog, in the newly built shrine he made for his deceased pup!  It was hilarious!

 This show will now have my attention at 10:30 on Sunday nights, or atleast my dvr's attention! 

Anyways, it was a nice family weekend.. and Monday always arrives way too soon!

Wolverine ate my kids!

So, I know i've been away for awhile, but i've had alot going on.  I will give a brief update on what's been consuming my time, but only only a brief description, as Real Housewife of Orange County has taken over my life and is about to start in 15 minutes.

So I had an amazing Engagement party which was given by my wonderful mother... Thanks to our wonderful friends who came to show some love... and to those who were unable to attend..... You were missed!

Onto other events,

I recently got my drivers license renewed and almost fainted for more than one reason.

 First of all, I had to make two trips back to my house due to the fact that you must now bring your house with you to show proof of residence (or maybe I was just alittle scatter brained that day and didn't mark off the checklist of items to bring)  and second, it cost $67.oo to renew.. (ok, yes, I was overdue.. but don't you get a month grace period?  Not a chance)  So be prepared when its time to renew.

Jackson, my sweet Jackson, has reverted back to calling me Mama... but not in a coo coo goo goo kind of way. More like in a southern cute kind of way.. and im really enjoying it!

I've had to listen to Sophias 3 Cheerleading songs over and over again a million times in the past two weeks, that I now hear them in my dreams.. *thank you my darling daughter.

I was recently yelled at by a Lynx bus driver, because "I was stopped past the line"...  which,  whatever, learn how to maneuver your bus buddy!


Jack has learned how to play the drums and started a band with little people!

.

Jackson has a solo part

My kids have turned Gangster on me as of lately and alittle bit Country.

(Sippin on Gin and Juicy Juice.. thats how he rolls!)

And My dog has moved in on my man!

OH and Wolverine broke into my house, and ate my kids.....

Ta Ta for now!   (my son looks alittle fruity, but he's definately all boy)

On the road again.....

  You know your old when:
your child says something or asks you a question and you respond by making a song of it.

I need you today.

Always with you..


Behold, I am with you
and will keep you
wherever I go.


Genesis 28:15

Bedtime stories with Sophia

So Sophia reads a bedtime story to me tonight, but fails to tell me that she's learned a few new things.

Story begins:

"Our Tree House by Mercer Mayer"
(you know,the little critter guy)
repeat.
repeat.
"Mercer Mayer is the author Mommy"
*What I gather is, she's learning how to recognize title/author/illustrator.
So She starts reading and nearly frightens me with this strange voice she's using. However, I dont say anything. I just giggle to myself and continue to listen.
So she's reading,
and I hear hear, Sluuuuuuurp. Like she's sucking up her spit. But again, im all ears, and I look away, laugh at the wall and continue listening.
It was pretty entertaining watching her because she's straining her face, talking really loud in these very expressive type of voices.
*What I gather here is that; they are learning how to use expressions while reading.
So in between a few pages, she has to stop to put her two senses in.. this is very typical of Sophia.
"thats so nice that Gabby (sluuuuurp) was helping his dad bake cookies, (sluuuuurp) but it's like really sad that Gabby can't play with Litte critter" (her new favorite word: Like. I hate it)
So this is where I finally ask, because I can't handle the weird sluuuuurping noise any longer


"Sophia, what is that crazy sluuurping noise your making"
she looks puzzled, and asks what im talking about.
"that strange noise your making when your reading"
"thats my expressions.. im just reading the book with sound effects and expressions."
I tell her how cool that is, and proud of her I am, and i continue to listen.
(by the way, the sluuurping noise was very unrelated to the story. It was just a chosen sound I guess)
Alllllllllllll the way till the end.
the very end.
last page end.
back of the book end. (she tries to stretch bedtime out for as long as she can)

The End.

I tripped and fell over wednesdays hump

Woke up this morning and here's how it all went down:

• uninvited Jackson in my bed. (my 3yr old dollface)


• my shirt soiled in jacksons urine (peed the bed)


• my iron puked all over my uniform when i was ironing with wierd water spots filled with black stuff


• Jackson gets soap (tearfREE soap) in his eyes when washing him up.. cries like I just told him hotwheels stopped making cars.


• Marleys tail (stupid tail) knocks over my coffee cup from the coffee table, spills all over table and onto the carpet.


• I step in a puddle of marleys piss, and look over at a pile of her poop.


• Jackson refuses to wear the clothes i picked out for him. (such a pain)


• I trip and fall over Marley cause she isnt trained to walk beside me..(she actually enjoys trying to trip me)


• I can't find my cell phone, as im already running behind.. it won't ring because come to find out, its dead.


• Now im running late, and in a hurry to get to work.

Conclusion: Anyone want a dog?

I don't wish this morning on anyone that i know! Hope your morning was better than mine.

Preoccupied

The best is when your on the phone, and your not paying much attention, which causes you to respond like this:

• Ok well just call me tomorrow!


• me: ok yes, thank you
  
• Did you get to watch the dog whisperer show i've been telling you about?


• me: no problem. sounds good.

If i've done this to you... i'm sorry! I will try and pay more attention next time!

2 little monkeys jumping on the bed

Put a ring on it..

Hello my girls.. these are the colors that im planning on for my April wedding.. Im loving the flowers in the first bouquet (above), and the colors.. but im also loving the feather idea in the bottom bouquet. Which will more than likely be the color of the bridesmaid dresses. I like the fun popping color!

A day in the field....

A typical Monday

So my monday starts as usual...
alarm goes off at 5am.
I barely open my eyes just to hit snooze for that extra 15minutes, forcing myself to believe im getting an extra 15 minutes of sleep when in reality im just up waiting for the next 15 minutes to roll around, just so i can hit snooze again to finally jump out of bed at 5:30.
I stroll into the kitchen, bitching every step of the way of how tired and run down I feel, as if I didn't just get 8 hours of sleep, and start the coffee pot.
Then i start ironing, and while the iron heats up, I lay across my floor and stretch. This has become a ritual for me ( i have an ironing board that sits on the floor, I dont just drop to the ground and roll, and its carpeted).
Then in the shower I go.
Luckily I don't have any kid duties other than laying out Jacksons clothes because Jack takes Jackson to daycare and Sophia is with her dads on Mondays so I don't have lunches etc. to take care of.
So usually after getting completely ready, being on time is never enough for me, I have to push my luck every morning, and I always find myself caught up in some kind of household chore just as im supposed to be in my car and on my way to work.

So this leads me to start my Monday and usually every morning in a rush.

I walk into work, (doctors office) with my normal good mornings.
I turn on my computer, and before I can even sit in my chair my light is on (Que for having a patient up to bring back) and this is where the fun begins:

I'm a medical assistant, which includes, bringing back patients and preparing for the doctor to come in. Checking in a patient consists of :
weight
height
blood pressure
going down their med list (lots of elderly patients making this a long process sometimes)
and of course going over the reason they are here today
Sounds pretty simple right?

Well here's how this really goes,
usually before a female patient gets on the scale, they prefer to take everything off... everything from their shoes/purse/belt/ sunglasses/ keys... they would take their hair off if they thought it weighed a pound.
More annoying is when they work the scale for me, and move it to the weight they think that they are. *Which is usually incorrect.
I usually ease their pain by saying "oh, don't worry, you look great. Our scales weigh heavy for some reason"
And the men are just as bad.

Then we go in the room, and I tell them to sit in the chair.
Usually we start going over medications.. and you gotta love the patients that take xanax and are in denial about it. Usually this type of person will say: "oh i haven't taken that in months, i just hang onto it for when I need it" while they say that i am usually starring at their chart where i see it was just filled yesterday and then filled again one month prior from them... but "its only occasional"
OK whatever, don't need to plead to me people, I'm just the assistant. Anyways, who doesn't need xanax these days?

So then it's blood pressure time, and usually i have to grab the patients arm and maneuver it to where I can put the cuff on and listen for the blood pressure.. simple right?
Well its not when you have a patient not cooperate, and they keep their arm glued to their side, cause they think you're trying to run off with their limb!

So now that that's done, we usually go over the reason they are here today.
Some people are honest....brutally honest

"my husbands been cheating on my with our Mexican maid, and now I have this sore on my vajayjay.."

"i have this strange discharge coming from my penis"

"I have this strange rash that started on my back, now it's all over my butt"

"there's blood in my poop"

"I know I said I was here for a blood pressure check, but I'm really addicted to pain pills and I'm an alcoholic and need some help"

the list goes on. Truly i am interested in some of these stories, and I can be chatty myself, so i tend to get way more information that I need to.

After my part is done, I leave the room and Doc goes in.. then i start my process all over again with the next patient.

It's pretty much a cycle, but then theres the patients that we do paps on.. and that can just be funky.. and I don't want to scare you off so i will stop there.

On top of all this patient care stuff.... I work in an office of 40 woman.....
How I keep my sanity is still a mystery.

Bon Appetit

Periodically I will share some of my favorite recipes with you. Generally during the week, between work, homework, dog duty, daily housework, family time, etc. I try to find recipes that are quick & easy to make with using few ingredients.. I save the gourmet cooking for the weekends!

Here's a quick and tasty recipe I made last night.
Sorry vegetarians!

Buffalo Chicken salad:

Mix 1/2 cup Italian dressing & 1/2 cup buffalo sauce (Texas Pete buffalo is good stuff)
Reserve 1/2 of the Marinade for salad dressing.
Marinate cut up chicken cubes in the remaining buffalo mixture, for about 15-20 min.(the longer the better of course)
Cook the chicken in a saucepan with the marinade.
Once chicken is cooked and cooled.
Mix the chicken in with your lettuce mixture (onions/tomatoes/whatever you like in a salad), pour in the marinade, top with blue cheese chunks.. I use blue cheese dressing as well.

There you have a it.. Dinner in less than 30minutes!

Btw- Bon Appetit, is an amazing magazine. Alittle fancy, but great recipes.

Word of the day:
Platypus


Jackson been calling everyone a Platypus today.

Im a platypus

Jacks a platypus.

Marleys a platypus

and your a platypus.


Where he comes up with these things, I will never know!

Hail to the Mop!

Hail to the H2o mop..

Say goodbye to back pain from bending over when mopping, and scrubbing your floor.

Never miss a corner again

No more buckets of nasty floor water

Say goodbye to that layer of film on your floor left from soapy scum


And say hello to the best invention ever made. ( in my opinion)
I borrowed my moms H2o mop the other day, and it worked so good I almost cried when I had to hand it back.
Im buying one as soon as I get to the store.
I have a ridiculous amount of tile in my house, and for anyone else that can relate. This mop is worth your dollar.
It took me less than ten minutes to mop all the tile in my house, and it had my floors sparkling!
Love it!

And no im not a salesman for the H2o mop.. thank you very much!

Dreams vs. Nightmares

Oh before I forget....

Sophia told me about a dream she had yesterday. She calls this is a dream, but clearly after telling the story, it's a nightmare.

It started with a man who was hitting her face.

Sophia: "but mommy he didn't kill me, he was flattening it with a hammer"

Then this man (an unknown man, cause i did ask her) cut her face into pieces.

starting with her eyeballs, then her nose, her mouth, her hair.

according to her, he wasn't interested in taking her limbs.

And then... he took all her parts and held them for 10 days.

He then sold her pieces to the people in Haiti.

So I sit there with my jaw to the ground, and then Jackson Chimes in.

Jackson: Mommy i had a dream too.

me: Oh yeah, what was your dream about.

(He follows Sophie's lead.)

Jackson: Someone cut my face all apart.

me: Oh my goodness. who would do that to my little doll face.

Jackson: Daddy.

The end.

Coffee House

Had a visit/play date with my best friend Luann today. We had some wedding buisness to take care of and As usual it was entertaining and eventful.

It started with Lu dashing through the front door.

Hands completely full, with baby Dylan, a baby bag, 2 baby blankets, a bag full of bottled water and snacks (she forgets I have kids too, and she doesn't need to pack up her house), and her laptop.
Following behind, was Jonas. Good ole' Jonas, who usually plays shy just to fool you :)

Anyways, she comes darting in the house talking a million miles a minute (this is totally expected. She is my crazy Lu).
She's got 20 things she needs right now:
-a tweezer
-a cup of coffee (Dylan's not sleeping all night. But that's okay because his mild sweet temperament makes up for the sleepless nights)
-she has to give me the Mother of the bride book for my mom.

And then...... the therapy session kicks in. I stop and say:
Lu.
Take a break.
Put your stuff down.
Lets do one thing at a time.
Get Dylan situated.
Unpack your stuff.
Then go tweeze your face, and I'll make a cup of coffee.
One thing at a time......

Then our visit kicks into full gear.
Our kids are running wild, doing circles around us.
Jackson and Jonas are crying and interrupting us every two seconds. (Usually someone stole a car from the other.)
Sophia's showing us every dance move she knows, and wanting to hang with us girls. (this is what were doing now at age 5. Acting like an adult)

Even with all the usual chaos we experience during every visit we have together anymore, We do manage to get in some good chit chat, and we found some great wedding ideas. Which was the purpose of this play date.

I genuinely enjoy sitting back after a visit with a good friend, and thinking of how much our lives have changed. How much we've grown up. Sometimes it sucks we don't get to see eachother as often as we'd like.
But whenever we get together its like we pick up right where we left off.

~This is what friendship is all about

Ring Ring

I went to make a phone call tonight at approximately 10:08PM, and I had to stop and think about whether or not it was too late to call my girlfriends house.

Does that mean we're getting old?

Bio. and not chemistry

First there's Jack.
He's a real stand up guy!
My fiance.
A great father.
He has a nice long arm for reaching things on the top shelf, and he's pretty good at mixing all the white laundry with the colored laundry when washing.
He's getting married soon.
To me.
He finally did it.. five long years later.
The big day will be in April 2011. But that's a different adventure in which i will share later.
Back to Jack....Jack is back.......
He's honest and loyal and has a shit load of friends.
(for instance, we have a 19 people bridal party, thanks to Jack)
He has six brothers and is the cutest of them all :)
He's got nice tattoos, and nice arms to hold onto.
He buys great gifts and that's mostly why I stick around.....

Then there's Miss. Sophia

Sophia is Sophia!

She's very sensitive.
For instance. On the way home from school today she started crying because she saw a stray dog, and "felt bad for him".
She definitely brightens up a room with her spunk and fun energy!
Sheeeee's a talker
Sophia talks from the minute those big hazel eyes open in the morning to the minute she closes them. Actually, she talks even when there closed.

She's naturally funny. Constant laughter when she's around.
Sophia pretty much knows she's gonna be famous one day, and I'm putting money. on it!

Drama should have been her name.

People just like the kid!
She's starring as the flower girl in here teachers wedding.. .. (total suck up)
Theres no better soup for the soul other than my Sophie!

Then there's Jackson.

He's ma boy!
Jacksons my 3 yr old man, with a lot of personality.
He often makes faces that look identical to his dad. Actually. He is a minnie Jack.
Jackson can be a love bug, but he often thinks he's some kind of gangster tough guy!
If I must say so myself, the kids got style.
He's totally rockin this surfer look.

It looks great on him with his wavy light brown hair.
Oh. And he uses surfer lingo too, with words like bro and dude!
Jacksons very opinionated.
which goes hand and hand with stubborn.

For example:
He will not wear his windbreaker pants, cause "they're fat pants"
Only HE can line up all 127 of his cars.
He insists on dressing up every Saturday morning, in 2 pairs of swimsuits, and usually 3 T-shirts.


There's nothing better than a kiss with Jacksons puckering lips and a tight squeeze from my Sophia! Life doesn't get any better than this!

Oh........ almost forgot about Marley.

Whom Jacksnon calls Maweee Mimooshka (which if i hear him say that one more time I might just poke one of my eyeballs out.)

Marley is our puppy.

She's a a little more than I bargained for at times.

But I'm adjusting. It's getting a little easier as time goes on.

She has definitely added to the list of my daily customs!

But she's a cute addition to the family, which makes up for her stinky breath!

Well that's my family for you!

Never a dull moment in my home.

Always full of laughter, and sometimes puppy poop!