Hot, anyone?

This little man is the coolest cat I know. At age 5 he can identify a song and the artist from AC/DC to Eminem to Jack Johnson to Green Day. I love music, and he totally gets that from me. The dude break dances and rocks out. Like I said, 1 cool cat.

He's loving his new cast. He asked for camouflage, and ended up with red. No camo available. He's so brave about all the MD visits and the x-rays and all. Such a little man. Yes, such the man that he decided it was time to start chasing girls.

Girls???? It seems, I'm not the only female around that thinks little dude is rockin' hot. Yup. Little man got his 1st kiss on Thursday from a neighbor girl. We were hanging, having pizza and drinks while the little ones played in the play room. Both mom's were pregnant together, and Sadye was born 5 or 6 weeks before the boys, so they've known each other a lifetime (yes, 5 years is a lifetime to them). So her being his 1st kiss was no surprise, but at 5????? Can I say it again? Dude you rock! Groupies and all.

I ask Hunter if he got a kiss and he says "Eeew, yuck, I'm not kissing a girl". Good boy, only kisses for mommy, please. Then we have to go in to the big talk with the boys of no kissing little girls at school. Petrified of my sweet boys getting in trouble at school for doing was totally normal for little kids. May I mention that I was a founding member of the San Francisco Montessori Kiss-Kiss girls? Yes, Katy, Bernie and I were the original Kiss-Kiss Girls. We would take off our clothes, run around in our underwear, trap boys and kiss them. Things that make a mother proud. So, I guess it's my turn to be horrified. Lucky me. Or should I say, lucky little girls in the California Central Valley.

Speaking of hot little boys and mamas, it's been scorching hot. Yesteray it hit 112, I believe. Yes and with humidity, the heat index was something like 117. Un-bear-a-ble! The boys started T-Ball in this heat wave. Lucky us we got the 8:30 game, so by the time we ended it was only 90 degrees. Lucky for us, we had shade on 1/2 the diamond, so only 2nd base, which was rotated, was in the sun. I am also happy to say, 1 game down, 5 more to go.

Well, off to bed to sweat through the night. Sweaty sweet dreams to all.

Man I love these kids!

This is the great layout from Jenni Bowlin. Check out JenniBowlin.com. Isn't it adorable? Ofcourse, anything with 2 these faces is just adorable!! Thanks Jenni!

Just words

No pictures. I've got a million of them, but truly too tired. Little man is doing great! You'd think he was born with a cast on. He adapted so well so quickly. I'm still way too over protective and not letting him do much, but am about to just give in. He is so stir crazy and antsy he finds any way to annoy his brother. Oh and mother and father, too. Hunter is so irritated with being picked on, but also a little jealous of the attention. Combine all that with 2 little boys home over everyday while Mom tries to work full time hours from home. What does this all mean? A lot of time outs, a lot of muted conference calls, a lot fighting between brothers and ofcourse A LOT of BRIBERY.

Going to take the boys to visit their cousins tomorrow while I get some errands done and a quick drop in to work for some free open house Jamba Juice, mmmmmm. Then I'll pick up AJ for a little Nacho Libre action. He's been begging for a Jack Black attack. This is his 1st request to see a "people" movie. Now this is major for Mom. I was going to take Friday baby sitting to run to San Francisco and see Pirates for an all together much better looking JACK, and then to eat a little Haystack pizza with my sis and kids. However, the insistence of my boss getting me in the office, the bribery of Jamba Juice, and the guilt of a broken armed little boy with big eyes won. Ugh! Considering I just watched the 1st Pirates of the Caribbean movie this last week, well, I guess I'll live.

Just watched the whole 1st and only season of Geeks and Freaks. So loved it! So upset it ended there. I need to know what happens next. Why didn't I watch it when it mattered? Oh, I was busy with twin babies in the house, that's right. We only watched Baby Mozart and Bear in the Big Blue House like 1000 times each. I so relate to it because it shows that even us freaks have some geek somewhere inside. Also that not all geeks have to be brains and all freaks have to be stupid. Also, love the music, being a product of 80's highschool years, although I started highschool in1983, but even so.

Been feeling kind-a scrappy lately. Having fun with stepping out of my box and trying new things. Hey, if I don't like it, I can always make another page, right?

Off to bed. I should've been there at least 2 hours ago, but Boston Legal from Netflix and Sudoku kept me up past my bed time. Sweet dreams!

Another pathetic picture that pulled my heart strings

The little man in the recovery room. Does this picture not completely break your heart? Broke mine I think worse than his arm.

Home from CKU-A.....Again.

Home again? You ask, home again? Yes, again. 1st let me start by saying, I love the feeling of coming home when I'm gone. Ofcourse ask me a week ago and I would have said I love the feeling of getting away for a Mommy break. Love both feelings, but so much more emotional to come home, don't yout think? I just love pulling up to the house in the evening after a long drive home. Love the lights on the walk waiting for me. Love the look of the house in the sunset. Don't quite love the brown spots in the lawn, but we're working on that. I say we just dye it, like we do for the gray in my hair. Which, by the way, I have sprouted at least 30 new ones in the past 3 days. At least.

Now to the again part. As I stand in line at CKU-A in San Jose, Bab-ay, I check out my cell to see 2 missed calls from Mike. 2!!! I have been gone like a night, and spoke to him like 30 minutes before, what he could he possibly need? He goes hunting and fishing or wherever, and so happy to not have to have to cook dinner and only need to feed the kids cereal or eggos for breakfast lunch and dinner, I don't call him once. Ofcourse, there is no cell signal in the hills or in the casino. So I call back, still in line, mind you.

Me:"Hello"
"Hey"
"What are you doing?"
(Irritated beyond belief) "Standing in line to register. You know..(with a naggy little tone) when you go hunting or fishing or wherever, I don't call and bug you, I let you have your hobby time, so I would assume (yes ASSuME) you would do the same and only call for an emergency."
(remembering I did call once while he was hunting and left a mommy of twin 20 month old toddlers all alone and the power went out right after Austin fell and hit his head on the tile and passed out and Hunter was standing on the brick fireplace with the dogs blocking any way down without a fall back to have him hit his head on the brick.....)
** back to the story:
I continue with "I would appreciate you answering with 'Hi my darling wife, nothing is wrong and everyone is fine, I have a simple question and will let you return to your joyful weekend away', could you please reassure me before we continue?"
"Oh, sorry" he replies, "It's not like Austin fell at school on the playground equipment and is on his way to the hospital with a broken arm, or anything"
"What, are you kidding me?" Like he would be that cruel, but he is male and has a sick sense of humor. Unfortunately, this was not the time for such cruel humor. So I cry and tell him where the extra camera is, and I will come home right away.

On the drive home I find out the break is severe, both bones in left arm, right above the wrist and he will require surgery to reset them. I get to the hospital to see this darling little man, with a smile because Mommy is there. (With the good camera.)
What a trooper. He has to wait until 6pm for surgery and he can go home that night. He was so hungry and so scared, but so good and sweet, and all morphined out. He had a great recovery and after surgery and recovery, heads home by 8:20. After some Otter Pops he sacks out in our bed.




Mike being the good husband he is, insists I go back to CKU-A, since it is only a hop skip and long jump away, and he will stay home from work with him. Not wanting to go, but feeling like he would be offended that I did not trust his parenting skills if I stayed, I decided I had to go. Secretly knowing he didn't want me to lose out the big money spent to register for CKU-A (not really, but that was an after thought, I'm sure). So off I go, dead and tired and eyes on fire from all the crying of seeing my sweet little guy in pain.

So I go, totally un-prepared. Scatter brained and drained emotionally, and had a kick ass time. Mike, being the incredible father and parent that he is, had the good sense to send me pictures on my cell phone of Austin lightsaber fighting with his brother, or hanging upside down on the couch, or trying with all his might to break his neck or leg or something, as all fearless 5 year old little boys do. Remind me to send a box of chocolates to the smart woman (or man, less likely)that invented picture phones. Did not finish a single book, because of the need for journaling and being better picture prepared, but finished 2 last night sitting on the floor after the kids were in bed.

I needed a break, but not the kind I got.

So, I'm so glad to be home. Be lazy. Watch a little World Cup. Mourning Mexico losing to Argentina. Playing with all the new goodies accumulated from my weekend trip of broads and 2 men. Catching up on e-mails. Sitting on an entirely too active little man recuperating from a broken arm 3 days ago in the feeble attempts to restrain him. Yes, life is good, scary, but good!

I love weekends

What a busy weekend we have in store. Tonight to the in-laws in San Jose. Tomorrow to Santa Cruz to visit Katy and Baby West, then celebrate Father's Day with Mike's Dad in San Jose in the evening. Sunday celebrate at home. Monday Dad and Nanny coming over to visit. Non-Stop fun, I tell ya. For reals.

So thought I would share my badly scanned lattest. I so seldom grant my love with a cameo appearance in a page. Poor guy. He is the best Father I could have picked for my children, and he is my dream come true husband and best friend. The little hidden journaling reads: "I love that you make me feel beautiful when I feel my ugliest.. I love that you make my heart stop when you walk in the room.. I love that you make me laugh.. I love that you are my best friend." I could go on and on, and initially I did, but edited to make it fit on the little card. So Mike, I love that you love me. I love that you are a great father. I love that Austin looks just like you. I love that I can tell you anything without you judging me. I love you. Happy Father's Day to you, and to all the Father's out there that are more than fathers. You know, the ones that are called Dad and Daddy. Have a terrific day, and soak up the love.

Bad blogger!

I've been terrible about blogging. I've been so busy with work, I barely even have time to read e-mails! Totally not me. Hopefully after this week my life will be back on schedule. Ofcourse, I've said that every week for the past 2 years. I'll catch you all up soon.