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7.29.2009
7.16.2009
REVELATION
It's become painfully apparent that my 4 year old and 2 year old need less sleep than I do. This discovery falls under the category of: "Things my friends with young kids should have warned me about before I gave birth." Uncle Andy, Aunt Kelly . . . are you listening dears?
On a completely separate subject, although somewhat relevant, I found out that Wal-Mart sells little 8oz. cans of Diet Coke. An 8-pack of 8 oz. cans. Cute concept. Perfect size. I'm in. Now I won't need to reheat my morning coffee at 2:00 for that much needed perk since my kids will no-doubt be up for another 8 hours.
Less than 30 minutes until my sweet lovin' Irish leprechaun gets back from DC. Now if I can just remember where I put the baton . . .
It's become painfully apparent that my 4 year old and 2 year old need less sleep than I do. This discovery falls under the category of: "Things my friends with young kids should have warned me about before I gave birth." Uncle Andy, Aunt Kelly . . . are you listening dears?
On a completely separate subject, although somewhat relevant, I found out that Wal-Mart sells little 8oz. cans of Diet Coke. An 8-pack of 8 oz. cans. Cute concept. Perfect size. I'm in. Now I won't need to reheat my morning coffee at 2:00 for that much needed perk since my kids will no-doubt be up for another 8 hours.
Less than 30 minutes until my sweet lovin' Irish leprechaun gets back from DC. Now if I can just remember where I put the baton . . .
7.07.2009
SUNNY DAZE IN ANCHORAGE
This crazy-fun vacation weather we're having is incredible. For the past couple of weeks or so every moment has been spent outside with the kids. Dirty faces, mosquito bites, late nights, hot dogs, dirty toes, pool time, popsicles, bug spray, . . . endless backyard fun.
I feel lucky to be me.
Sunny weather is, without question, high on the "Top 10 Stay-at-Home-Mom Perks" list. These long, hot, carefree days make me reminisce about our latest trip to Mexico. Just recently I was picturing our arrival after traveling all day (4 airports later . . . or was it 3?) with 4 toddlers and 4 tired adults salivating over the thought of our first vay-cay / we-survived-the-flights celebratory cocktail. Luckily, I still had some goodies stashed in my bag so the girls were able to partake in the airport while the boys worked on getting us our stylin' mini van. We packed into the rig beautifully. 4 kids, 2 car seats, 4 adults, 4 obsessively decorated Trunki's, plenty o luggage, toys, books, snacks, hippo, bluey, cozy night-nights, pacifiers and blankies (thank the Lawd we hadn't lost one along the way). First stop: beer and food. Mission accomplished. Second stop: Casa La Paloma. I was delightfully crammed in the front seat between Tadd and Casey while Amy, acting liaison between the kids and adults (and much too far away), was practicing her newly acquired yoga moves just inches behind us. The kids--surprisingly cooperative -- were packed in the back and just as excited as we were to find our new pad for the next 10 days. The adventure had only just begun but for some reason the cozy, comfortable and safe feeling I felt in that minivan during that evening ride from the airport sticks out in my mind with utmost vividness.
Magical anticipation at its finest, perhaps.
But unequivocally much more . . .
It was just getting dark.
The moon was spectacular.
We had survived the flights.
We had the car.
We had food.
We were together.
And we had each other.
Beer had never tasted so good.
Friends had never meant so much.
This crazy-fun vacation weather we're having is incredible. For the past couple of weeks or so every moment has been spent outside with the kids. Dirty faces, mosquito bites, late nights, hot dogs, dirty toes, pool time, popsicles, bug spray, . . . endless backyard fun.
I feel lucky to be me.
Sunny weather is, without question, high on the "Top 10 Stay-at-Home-Mom Perks" list. These long, hot, carefree days make me reminisce about our latest trip to Mexico. Just recently I was picturing our arrival after traveling all day (4 airports later . . . or was it 3?) with 4 toddlers and 4 tired adults salivating over the thought of our first vay-cay / we-survived-the-flights celebratory cocktail. Luckily, I still had some goodies stashed in my bag so the girls were able to partake in the airport while the boys worked on getting us our stylin' mini van. We packed into the rig beautifully. 4 kids, 2 car seats, 4 adults, 4 obsessively decorated Trunki's, plenty o luggage, toys, books, snacks, hippo, bluey, cozy night-nights, pacifiers and blankies (thank the Lawd we hadn't lost one along the way). First stop: beer and food. Mission accomplished. Second stop: Casa La Paloma. I was delightfully crammed in the front seat between Tadd and Casey while Amy, acting liaison between the kids and adults (and much too far away), was practicing her newly acquired yoga moves just inches behind us. The kids--surprisingly cooperative -- were packed in the back and just as excited as we were to find our new pad for the next 10 days. The adventure had only just begun but for some reason the cozy, comfortable and safe feeling I felt in that minivan during that evening ride from the airport sticks out in my mind with utmost vividness.
Magical anticipation at its finest, perhaps.
But unequivocally much more . . .
It was just getting dark.
The moon was spectacular.
We had survived the flights.
We had the car.
We had food.
We were together.
And we had each other.
Beer had never tasted so good.
Friends had never meant so much.
6.29.2009
RAIN OR SHINE
Just a few pictures (courtesy of MOFO) from our golf outing. It poured on us, we were frozen and drenched by the time we finished, but it was a great time. My golf game was another story, however . . . allow the following Haiku to illustrate it for you:
Played golf with the girls
Shankapotomus central
Must have been the clubs
6.24.2009
ARGYLE AND KEGELS
So I should probably be outside mowing the lawn, pulling out weeds, or replacing the old sand with the new sand in the old sand box, but instead I'm waiting patiently for my burst of energy and thinking about everything but being productive. Tierney had soccer today. It was a slow start but it ended up okay. I'm just glad she wasn't overly distracted by her sister running up and down the fields in her larger-than-life pink tutu (thanks to Coach Heatwole). Uncle Andy came to watch which was a treat.
I'm counting down the hours until I play golf tonight with my book club homies. However, spoken as if (um, written as if?) I was not born and raised in Alaska or attended a college not-so-conveniently located on the top of a MN hill where the average low temperature in January is negative 20 . . . without wind, I'm not looking forward to playing in the cold (my name is Paige, and I enjoy run-on sentences).
Watching golf on TV is fun. But it's also deceiving . . . at least to those who don't have palm trees lining their streets or lemon trees planted in their backyard. Somewhere along the way I have painted a romanticized picture of what golf should be. The sky is blue. It's hot. There is a mild breeze-- just enough to keep the sweat to a minimum. I have a special compartment in my golf cart for my beverage. I know what club to use each time I'm up to bat. I know where I'm aiming. I know how to keep score. I'm wearing an argyle sweater vest with striped capris and think I can get away with it. I'm having fun. I'm solving all of the problems of the world and, at the same time, being reminded of the fact that I should really practice my kegels more often . . . because I'm having so much fun. My game rocks. I have my own "GET IN THE HOLE CLUB" following.
Turns out, not so much the case in my world (with the exception of the having fun part . . . and the special compartment part). Ah well. It'll be cold tonight, but frolicking on the golf course with the gals will no doubt be a good time, layers and all. Maybe I'll show up wearing my fuzzy polka-dotted ear muffs and see how long I can pull it off with the ladies . . . without cracking up.*
* Prediction: I'm guessing Shannon will be the first to notice it (knowing that it's a joke), and say something like, "Nice muffs!" Amy, will notice, compliment them, but will be a bit unsure as to whether or not I really meant to wear them on the golf course. And Bame will will do the same and ultimately come to the conclusion that it was a smart move on my part to cover up the ears.
So I should probably be outside mowing the lawn, pulling out weeds, or replacing the old sand with the new sand in the old sand box, but instead I'm waiting patiently for my burst of energy and thinking about everything but being productive. Tierney had soccer today. It was a slow start but it ended up okay. I'm just glad she wasn't overly distracted by her sister running up and down the fields in her larger-than-life pink tutu (thanks to Coach Heatwole). Uncle Andy came to watch which was a treat.
I'm counting down the hours until I play golf tonight with my book club homies. However, spoken as if (um, written as if?) I was not born and raised in Alaska or attended a college not-so-conveniently located on the top of a MN hill where the average low temperature in January is negative 20 . . . without wind, I'm not looking forward to playing in the cold (my name is Paige, and I enjoy run-on sentences).
Watching golf on TV is fun. But it's also deceiving . . . at least to those who don't have palm trees lining their streets or lemon trees planted in their backyard. Somewhere along the way I have painted a romanticized picture of what golf should be. The sky is blue. It's hot. There is a mild breeze-- just enough to keep the sweat to a minimum. I have a special compartment in my golf cart for my beverage. I know what club to use each time I'm up to bat. I know where I'm aiming. I know how to keep score. I'm wearing an argyle sweater vest with striped capris and think I can get away with it. I'm having fun. I'm solving all of the problems of the world and, at the same time, being reminded of the fact that I should really practice my kegels more often . . . because I'm having so much fun. My game rocks. I have my own "GET IN THE HOLE CLUB" following.
Turns out, not so much the case in my world (with the exception of the having fun part . . . and the special compartment part). Ah well. It'll be cold tonight, but frolicking on the golf course with the gals will no doubt be a good time, layers and all. Maybe I'll show up wearing my fuzzy polka-dotted ear muffs and see how long I can pull it off with the ladies . . . without cracking up.*
* Prediction: I'm guessing Shannon will be the first to notice it (knowing that it's a joke), and say something like, "Nice muffs!" Amy, will notice, compliment them, but will be a bit unsure as to whether or not I really meant to wear them on the golf course. And Bame will will do the same and ultimately come to the conclusion that it was a smart move on my part to cover up the ears.
6.22.2009
A QUOTE WORTH SHARING
My friend Julia's* response after asking her if she'd prefer to drink wine or some other equally heart-healthy, yet non-dehydrating, beverage this past Saturday evening:
"I'd rather drink a half-bottle of vodka and not have a hangover the next day."
(*Name has been changed to protect the guilty . . . Godluvya, Amy).
My friend Julia's* response after asking her if she'd prefer to drink wine or some other equally heart-healthy, yet non-dehydrating, beverage this past Saturday evening:
"I'd rather drink a half-bottle of vodka and not have a hangover the next day."
(*Name has been changed to protect the guilty . . . Godluvya, Amy).
6.11.2009
ONE LOVE
Over the years I've watched a fair bit of women's soccer highlights online . . . some high school, some college, some of the US Women's National team. They all inspire me. They all fire me up. They are all reminders of why I love the sport so much. Just today, however, I came across this video that stood out more than any other I've seen. It's totally random and has a high goose bump factor (the music selection helped, of course). I'm not sure exactly how I found it (highlights of the Quinnipiac University women's soccer team in Hamden, Connecticut . . . um, never heard of them), but it instantly reminded me of my college soccer experience and all of the memories gained during my four years at Gustavus (another "never heard of it" school).
As Tierney begins her second year of soccer this summer, I can't help but think about her future and what I want for her as she grows up. Be it soccer, curling, ping-pong, synchronized swimming* or ballet, I hope both she and Parker find something that they are 100% passionate about. For me it was soccer. I like to think that soccer provided me with many tools for life: comradeship, sportsmanship, teamwork, self-confidence, physical and mental toughness (running excluded, of course), and respect for leadership, just to name a few. This video illustrates all of that and more.
*(Okay, maybe not synchronized swimming so much . . . that's TOTALLY going to come back to haunt me, I know it).
Check it out.
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