Sunday, March 1, 2015

MARCH ON.

The husband is out of town and the kids are asleep so I'm getting caught up on gathering my 365 pictures for the month.  And it hit me - it's MARCH. I didn't think we'd ever get here.  The January-February stretch in the Midwest is one long stretch of blllaaaahhhhh.  Looking back at the pictures, we managed to keep it together, but ugh.  I am ready to lose my mind.  It drives me crazy having to dress up babies and toddlers in the winter (who don't want to be dressed up) and not be able to go out and let them play for months now.  I'm pretty sure Thing 3 has taken to eating the couch just to break up the monotony.

But today - oh yes, it was bitterly cold, but it was Stake Conference.  The kids were giddy to get to sit by dad, and I was riding high from our Saturday Night Grown Up Session date the night before.  We went out for pho with a superstar couple in-between the hubs leadership meetings and the glorious 2 hours of uninterrupted listening to speakers (which included an apostle or two, so that was cool).

And miracle of miracles this morning, Thing 3 sat relatively uncrazed for the two hour meeting.  It was amazing to not be wandering the halls trying to keep him quiet.  He'll be 2 this week (can you believe that??) and maybe - just maybe - I'm seeing the light at the end of the crazed baby stage.  THERE IS HOPE.


Wednesday, February 18, 2015

GPOYW

- "quiet time" - edition.  It's a myth.  A MYTH.

POOP.



I keep waiting for a instagram-to-blogger app since most of us bloggers have migrated over to instagram, but no luck so far (you hear that, tech gurus?? Untapped market!).

Until then,  I'll just screen-cap some. Which is kind of useless,  since most of you follow me on instagram anyway.

But this one is worthy of seeing over and over and over. I was obsessively going over the alphabet with Thing 3 (I admit I'm a total loon)  when he turns to me and says "poop."  No joke. And his diaper was empty,  so I asked him if he wanted to go to the potty. He said yes,  which is in itself  a big deal since he only just recently branched out from "no" as his sole vocab word.

And then yes,  the ONE YEAR OLD POOPED ON THE POTTY. IT WAS MAGICAL. I totally Skyped the husband right then and screamed "POOPOO ON THE POTTY!!!!!" a bunch of times. I'm pretty sure he was in a meeting because I heard laughing in the background,  but I have no regrets.

I don't expect this to be the norm,  but even once was enough to make my winter day less awful. Have I mentioned how over negative temps I am?? Cuz yeah.

But seriously. Get on that app,  nerds.


Tuesday, February 10, 2015

hairy

For a multitude of reasons, I haven't had a decent haircut or color since before Thing 3.  He's turning 2 in less than a month.  And it's like my hair has gone feral.  So Saturday night, it finally dawned on me to turn to Pinterest.  A quick search for "DIY hair cut" yielded a ridiculous amount of pins.  Apparently that's a thing you can do.  Like, it's my hair, right?  Why did I never think of this?


So I woke up Sunday morning, waited until the husband was out of the bathroom so he wouldn't witness it and laugh at me.  Maybe he wouldn't.  I'm a 13 year old girl when it comes to this stuff.  Anywho, TA-DAH!!!


I'm going with Not Horrible.  Then I got so excited I cut some layers into WonderGirl's hair at those look even More Not Horrible.

So now... Pinterest?  I admit I've searched for some DIY color options...  haven't pulled the trigger yet.  At this point all those fire engine red options are looking miiightly tempting...

Thursday, February 5, 2015

constant craving....

Women always worry about turning into their mothers when they get older.  Me?  I worry about turning into Mad-Eye Moody.



Or Barty Crouch Jr. on polyjuice potion pretending to be Mad-Eye.  Whatever.

Ahem.  NERDS RULE.  Ahem.

Seriously - Thing 3 is turning my hair grey.  I actually have a grey hair and even though that may actually be from being 35, I blame it squarely on him.  He is TERRIFYING.  You turn your head for one second and he's cheerfully playing with knives on the counter.  YES THAT HAPPENED.  He's in the bathroom, putting his sibling's toothbrushes in the toilet.  He's eating glue sticks.  My deodorant.  Carrying a massive jug of olive oil around the house.  Drawing on my walls even though we have hidden all the pencils.  HE FINDS THEM.  Stealing his dad's work iPhone even though I keep telling the husband to stop plugging it in on his bedside table because Thing 3 knows it's there.  Ripping up library books.  Steals my contacts case and tries to eat it EVERY DAY. Fishing pancakes out of the trash and rubbing them into the carpet. Stealing EVERY CUP IN THE HOUSE.  Then pouring the water EVERYWHERE.  He's a crazed cup thief - I'm his nursery leader, so I know.  He has a cup in front of him and he goes for everyone else's every single time. Then throwing up somewhere random.  JUST BECAUSE.

These all happen.  Daily.  And that's not even a tenth of it all.  He's so flipping adorable that he's managed to stay alive, but I can't let my guard down.  The poor Dude is soooo over him, and I feel terrible about it, but you can hardly blame him.  How would you feel if a rabid 1 year old spent most of his awake time trying to attack you or destroy everything you hold dear?

CONSTANT.  VIGILANCE.

Were my other kids this scary?  I was in a PPD haze for most of WonderGirl's first few years and a good portion of the Dude's, so I don't trust my memory.  Do you guys remember?

I took this picture a few days ago and I have no idea why he did this, but he kind of looks like he's attempting a Mad-Eye look.  He's not, by-the-by.  I have strict non-disclosure policies about Harry Potter in these parts.


No spoilers.  When he reads Harry Potter, it'll be fresh.  I made WG watch all the movies in hiding when she was reading HP last summer.  He's a flipping sponge.

But seriously, guys.  CONSTANT. VIGILANCE.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

winter blergrffffffff


HAPPY TUESDAY.

It is dark outside and there is snow everywhere and I can't peel out into traffic because the roads haven't been plowed properly and SOMEONE GO FIND ELSA AND BRING BACK SUMMER.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

GPOYW

Unfiltered edition. 

Me: trying to keep him contained.
  Him: briefly distracted by Sesame Street. (he knows where the candy is hidden and is on a mission to GET TO THERE.) 

Monday, January 26, 2015

hit me, St. Val

I was dashing through the Walgreens across town today to grab BUBBLE GUM flavored children's ibuprofen because the "fruit"  flavored stuff just ain't cutting it and if Thing 3 is going to insist on a 101+ temperature for days (and the  Dude is going to get an ear infection) ,  I am sure as heck stocking up on the one medicine flavor they'll take without protest - and I had been thinking about how awful everything feels right now.   The cold, the lack of sun,  the multiple doctor visits where we're told to wait things out,  despite the baby coughing so hard it made him throw up 4 times before 9 am this morning...  so in this crazed haze, I cut through the Valentine's aisle on my way to the drugs.

And people,  it gave me hope. I know there are people out there who claim Valentine's Day was invented by Hallmark and it's a unnecessary hassle - but to me,  especially in that craptastic moment,  it was a single,  shining reminder that there is something to look forward to. Cutting up construction paper hearts and taping them up all over the walls,  making Valentines with the kids,  dying all their food red for a week and chocolate everywhere you turn...

If I was going to invent up some holiday to sell greeting cards,  I'd put it in mid-winter too. Thank heavens some guy with a nifty name and did some nifty thing that we celebrate centuries later with cheesy cards and candy was born or died (I don't know which one it is) in the middle of February.
I need this holiday,  y'all. Every crappy and overpriced heart - shaped anything  - every DIY  gift that includes sappy double-entendres - I need it.   To the Pinterests we go!!!

Friday, January 16, 2015

guess what

Fact: my grand water experiment was over before the week was over.  I drank so much water I got sick (go Reva!)

Fact: Last weekend the husband and I spent some time away from the kids and reality to celebrate our anniversary.  It was so blasted romantic (all due to the hubs careful and awesome planning - so glad one of us can do that)and I think we should totally do it again in 10 years. He actually gave me a jar full of the reasons he loves me - ALL the reasons (which is why I hid it as soon as we got home:) and this necklace that has 10 stones surrounding the center -one for each year.



Fact: Oh yeah, it was our TENTH.  10 YEARS.  Who called that??  Not anyone who was actually present 10 years ago because I spent most of the day crying and having 14 panic attacks.  But YES. It HAPPENED.

Fact:  Here is the 10 annual video of our year:


Insert witty closing sentence here.  I've been too hazy since nearly killing myself with water to be witty.

Monday, January 5, 2015

resolved




There is no connection between this picture and this post. It just happens to make me laugh all the time. It might be my favorite thing the internets have ever done. 

Also not connected is a big thank you to your responses to my purging questions, as well as all your other general input and awesomeness!  I freaking love bloggeting. 

Now, the point. I'm kind of feeling New Year's this year. I'm not going all crazy, but I feel a little jazzed trying to do better. The real reason is we put the two older kiddos in karate and they meet different days almost every day of the week at dinner time. I need to be on my game. 

So, this morning I made a schedule,   and decided to go on a water drinking challenge thing. I know I should try and be healthier, but I'd rather not change my eating habits or exercise. Ever. So water! I saw a picture of a lady in the Daily Mail who drank 3 liters of water a day for 4 weeks and at the end, she looked way better. Notably to me, the dark circles under her eyes were way less, and I want a piece of that. 

So I drank just over 3 liters of water today, and ate some really unhealthy stuff, including a massive brownie. Except for the water, that's a normal Reva diet. And I have gone to the bathroom too many times to count and have a mad headache. I will feel awesome by February, right?  Because I think right now my body is confused by all the water and my brain is swelling in shock. 

And now, something else that made me laugh today:


It took a minute for me to get it. I think it totally fits for this post, too. If I drink a boatload of water, it cancels out every other bad decision I make within 30 minutes of drinking it!

Water is magic!