Legoland

I was so excited that we were going to Legoland, because I LOVE legos. I loved legos as a kid and I still love them. I have forced my love of legos on my son by getting him tons. I wanted to take me to Legoland so I could see all the cool stuff. I wanted to take Drew because I was hoping it would inspire him. But when we were on the rides and walking around, he looked like this:

Mr. Serious, we are supposed to be having fun! This is fun!

As you can see I am smiling, but we still have Mr. Serious over there. After five minutes we managed to bully a smile out of him, for posterity sake.As we moved through the park we got to see a lot of cool things. I love whimsical things like this:

There were so many cool things, it's hard to know where to start. They things they built were absolutely amazing. Like this:

By the end of the day Mr. Serious was starting to have fun. We even caught an actual smile, we didn't even force him. Oopps, nope, that's the sun in his eyes.

We had a great time. And Drew even rode his first roller coaster. Thank goodness our tall 3 year old is 40 inches tall, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to ride anything. He really did start to loosen up and have fun. And I managed to relax and not try so hard.

Didn't get to it...again

I have all these really fun things that I want to share with pictures. I actually managed to transfer the pictures from my camera to my laptop. This weekend I was going to put together and have all these things to share. And then my weekend happened.

Last week was great, but stressful. My Uncle is in the hospital in the area, we had some tense moments through out the week. My Aunt and Grandpa stayed with us this week. It was great to see them, but I wish the reasons for their visit would have been a little bit better. It all ended well, my uncle is where he needs to be to get the care he needs. Definitely in the right place at the right time, they caught the blood clot in his lungs. Whew!

All the stress and praying wore me out so by Friday night, I was catatonic at 9pm. We had just gotten Drew down 5 minutes before that. This weekend we just got caught up in running errands, visiting the Uncle, and last minute celebration for my Dad’s birthday. My weekends often do this, I plan one thing and then my weekend jumps on a Vespa and whisks me off in the exact opposite direction away from my pajamas.

Come this morning I wanted another day. Just one more day to relax, play with Drew, snuggle my husband and even though the temptation to call in sick was so strong, I held out and muddled through, which is especially hard when your three old says, “I want another mommy and daddy day”. Me too!

Stories and pictures on the way, I just slid off the back of my weekend ride and hope to get that stuff on the blog this week.

Aaaahh, Welcome Home

Vacation was great. It was an ambitious vacation with a conference, two hotels, and three theme parks. We decided to come home early and have a long three day weekend to give us a chance to unwind.

Normally when I come home from a vacation I start getting depressed on the way back about what a drag it is going to be to come home and get back to normal life. Somewhere along I-5 central California I made an unconscious decision to stay on vacation. I continued to enjoy my trashy romance novel (I save absurd reading for vacations, no Chaucer for me), sitting next to my husband and chatting, and peeping back at the adorable three year old, who just chucked a fry box at us.

Normally, I would storm in the front door steeped in a foul mood from being upset that the fun was officially over. I would throw open the suitcases and start the first load of laundry, because if the fun was over might as well get something done. For once, I did not do that. Vacation was so good that my eyes were blurry, and I didn’t even recognize my own house, it somehow looked completely different. We eased into the house and in the hallway I threw my arms up in the air and said “Oh this is great, we are home”. My son who was trapped in a car seat for 7 hours we let play with his Legos. In the meantime my husband and I opened a bottle of wine, and lit some candles. It was strange because this is so unlike us, but we really stopped and enjoyed the moment. After we put our son to bed we had some more wine and took a nice hot shower.

So for me the measure of a fabulous vacation is one where you have a great time while you are out there, but you have a great time coming home.

Pictures and more stories to come.

I'm Baaaaaccckkk!!!

I am back from vacation. I am still formulating thoughts and downloading pictures. It was a great trip. Very much needed!

I hope everyone is well and I look forward to catching up with everyone.

Is it vacation yet?

This has been the longest four day week ever and we are only on day three. It is a four day week for me because on Friday we are off on vacation. My mother in law has been staying with us this week, her new toy poodle dog in tow. It is very nice of her to come down and watch Drew while our daycare lady is on vacation.

I really try to see the humor in things and I have been trying to pull humor out to share, but there has been none. I have wanted to suck my brain out of my nose with a straw after the first ten minutes of this journey this week. My husband is the black sheep of his family, and I love him for it. This is all the humor I have been able to pull out of it.

1. We went to the Emergency Room on Monday night because Drew was ill, we were there for five hours and all we got was a popsicle. It was probably a $500 Popsicle. I like non-invasive medicine, and I wish all the ills of the world could be solved with a popsicle. I didn’t want to go the ER, but our Dr made us got to rule out appendicitis, I thank god it was only a virus.

2. We went to dinner with my mother-in-law and my brother-in-law. My VAIN brother-in-law insisted once again that my son looks like him, and I almost threw up my dinner. I don’t know why he insists on saying that over and over considering my son looks like exactly like my husband. My husband and his brother look nothing alike. No one thinks my son looks like my brother-in-law, except my brother-in-law. It doesn’t help that he nudges me and winks at me while he says it. I still want to throw-up from the insinuation.

3. My mother-in-law thinks a dog is a great distraction from watching my child while I am at work.

4. The front vent of my microwave was held on with tape.

I am really looking forward to 4am on Friday when we blaze a trail down the freeway to vacation.

I'm Sorry

Are you having a bad day? I’m sorry! You got in an accident that I had nothing to do with? I’m Sorry! Someone else hurt your feelings? I’m sorry about that too!

I am so sorry for all the things that I have no business apologizing for. I am the sorriest person you have ever met. I am even sorry for being this sorry. I feel like I have to apologize for everything! Britney Spears flashing her c-section scar, I’m sorry. Global Warming, I am really sorry about that too. A pregnant Nicole Richie – I wasn’t responsible in any way, but gosh darn it, I am so sorry.

I willingly apologize for anything that might even possibly offend someone else. I am really sorry, but it is an annoying habit that I have.

I am such a sorry person that my family now charges me 25 cents every time I apologize for something that doesn’t need an apology. It’s like the swear jar, but for sorry little asses like me. Is electric shock therapy too cliché?

For gods sake, I am so busy tiptoeing around people. It’s not like my apologizing cures the ills of idiots in the world in any shape or manner. I hate that about myself, I do nothing wrong for the most part, and I am sorry for everything, so sorry that I have become sorry.

I am now taking suggestions of how to express empathy without apologizing. Any ideas?

I am sorry if I offended anyone.

Mother in Law Alert

Alarms are sounding in my house. My mother in law is arriving in t-minus 48 hours. My house is a disaster, what I do. What do I do… (In my best Keanu Reeves voice).

The marathon cleaning begins tonight at 6pm when we arrive at home. My husband will be bringing home food and an espresso so that I may clean at my maximum capacity. By 7:30pm food and espresso will be consumed, laundry will be started and I will start tackling the house. During the straightening up phase, it’s best if my husband and son just stay out of the way, they know this because I turn into this mad whirl wind that puts everything back in its rightful place. Tomorrow the boys will help with cleaning. Drew is awesome with the Swiffer duster, and my husband will clean the kitchen floor, which he excels at. He is god when it comes to vacuuming, he actually moves all the furniture and vacuums under it.

I have found though that I need a certain type of music to clean at this rapid pace. The only thing that will do is Disco. My mom cleaned to disco and so do I. I break out the Abba, Donna Summer, and the Bee Gees and bop my way through the house. That way I get some dancing in with my cleaning.

But I have learned that when having mothering figures are in the house, I must leave something dirty for them to clean or organize. Whether it is my mother or his mother they always start cleaning my house about two hours after they arrive. I used to be insulted, considering I just spent the prior 48 hours making every single inch of my house spectacular. Yes, I break out the Q-tips and clean the grooves in the refrigerator door. I soak the oven knobs in vinegar to get all the grease off.

The project I will be leaving my mother in law is to organize my Tupperware. That should keep her busy, and if she is not satisfied, then she can start on the pantry. Maybe the mothers cleaning my house is not about me, maybe it is about feeling like they need to help while they are here since they are both far away and only see Drew about once a year. No problem, have at. Just don’t touch my underwear drawer. I don’t want to have to explain why I am still wearing maternity underwear that doesn't fit three years later.

Marital Flirting Gone Wrong

All the magazines tell you that to keep your marriage sizzling you need to flirt with each other and e-mail little sexy messages. So with the intention of keeping things hot and sexy the following exchange happened over text messaging on our phones at work between my husband and I.

Me: You need to stop by the Asian market tonight and pick-up rice stick (dried noodles).

Husband: Yes

Me: And you know what you can do with that stick, right?

Husband: What? Why are you so pissed at me? What did I do wrong?

Me: Nothing. I was trying to flirt with you. I am not pissed at all. I am so desperate that I am trying to make rice noodles sexy.

Husband: Oh. I have to go reboot a server, but I would rather reboot you.

Me: Ok, that’s enough

Clearly we are not good at this, or horribly out of practice. Oh well for keeping it steamy. Good thing I didn’t send naked pictures, knowing me I probably would have accidentally sent it to everyone in his company.