fake school starts soon

so samira is going back to the same preschool that she went to last year.  she is excited about it and so are we.  we are trying to fall into a new routine.  one where kent takes the kids to three (sometimes four) different places each day he is home with them.  it doesn't suck at all.  i have to pick out clothes for both of the munchkins each night to plan for the next days activities.  that's more of a chore that it sounds like due to the length of time it takes me to do laundry.  as a result, my kids have a lot of clothing.  and i'm not sure if you know what that means, more laundry.  it's a vicious cycle i tell you!

on saturday we went to the Shedd Aquarium in chicago.  samira and pierce had a great time.  they really liked seeing all the fish.  at the time it seemed liked most of the population of north america was at the place.  that's to say it was slightly overwelming.  but the little people didn't even notice.  i saw a shirt i really regret not buying at the gift shop.  and the fact that i am still talking about it five days later really sucks!  i usually never pass up the opportunity to spend money, especially if the man is next to me saying go ahead buy it.  

we ate at the food court-like area and surprisingly it had some great choices for s and p friendly food.  blueberries, yogurt, cheese duck shaped crackers, even organic pudding.  (i know kaity, that last statement was not actually a sentence)  we got sushi from our favorite place on the way home.  in retrospect, it seems wrong that we ate that much fish after spending the day looking at fish.  (but to quote a silly girl i know, we wouldn't eat so much sushi if they didn't make it so tasty)

before leaving for chicago we had a photo shoot.  kent has a pic of himself at about 6 (i say at least 8) months old sitting at his dad's drums so we brought up the rosewood set and took hundreds of pics with the new camera.  p loves drums.  

btw, pictures still not in the order i want them in and i'm getting kind of bitter.

 

go green

i can't believe P is one!

i probably heard this statement 100 times this weekend, including the number of times it went through my mind.  pierce is growing up considerably faster than his sis.  although i am well aware that he has not manipulated space and time, it seems that way.  he got a real kick out of the toys he received from his cousins and friends.  i don't get the impression he cared about the clothing but i had plenty of opinions about them (mostly good:).  

so i feel like the party was a success.  many people seemed to enjoy themselves and let's face it the party was more for the grown-ups as evidenced by the fact that p slept for more than two hours right in the middle of the festivities.  

my brother scott missed the party due to a work commitment.  i plan on bringing that up for years to come because he thinks i care that he missed it.  in reality it's hard to keep track of the comings and goings of anyone but my two little people.  so no hard feelings, i am glad to have saved you the calories if you were unable to get to the party.  between the brownies, sugar cookies, bitlawa, butter cookies, yellow and green popcorn and b-day cake, i am really not sure how we made it through the day without some sort of code or shock-like heart attack happening.  

my house looks a little like a toy store threw up, not complaining.  i love new toys, they are so much fun to play with.  i am finding that keeping the pieces of the arc and the carnival and the trucks and boat people and all the parts of all the toys together is a little overwhelming.  i may invest in a lot of baggies that keep all the parts with the respective toys.  because that sounds like fun.  lately i feel like its possible i remove the fun from just about anything.  

yesterday we got a membership to the YMCA here in sunny LP.  i have high hopes of working out on a regular basis.  there is virtually no way i can stay this out of shape for much longer (right?)  i was discussing said membership with a friend at work and she joked that my card will no doubt get moldy!  i am really looking forward to making her eat those words.  (see how it always comes back to eating something)  

clearly, i have no clue how to attach pictures and then move them.  cut and paste doesn't work and i tried to write and then have a picture and then write more, didn't work.  so i may give up on having this blog look like i know what the hell i am doing.  

and no, i am not bitter.  

go green

so i cut my hair

because when you can't (or refuse to try to) lose weight i say get a haircut.  it will help you feel new again.  for about 15 minutes.  until you get home and realize that the tiny 20-something that cut your hair has more style in her 20-something pinky than i have probably ever had.  i remember feeling like i invented the notion of fashion police.  i once openly laughed at and denounced things like the christmas sweater and jean-on-jean outfits.  now it would not even be hard to convince me to wear a sweater with a tree on it.  shit there could be lights on the tree i don't care.  

you know how you drive some place, maybe even a place you have only been a few times and you get there and think how did i get here?  that

 question, how did i get here, has so many interpretations.  not, did i turn right or left, but did i even stop at that light?  well today i found myself in a meeting thinking, how did i get here?  like, did i take the elevator and why the f did i stay here once i got here? and now that i'm sitting in this chair, how did i get into this position in my life?  i thought i was going to have a fun, kickass job.  now, in my lame-ass job's defense, i usually love my job but just for blogsake, today, not so cool.  once upon a time i aspired to go to law school.  it was the only thing i ever picture myself good at.  talking, talking and lots of defending my point.  i loved the attorney that i worked for every summer (wow that's another day of blogging in and of itself) and i wanted to be just like him.

i willingly, very painstakingly gave up on the notion of becoming an attorney because i 

didn't want to be stressed all the time and i wanted to have fun.  so today while i was listening to some banter back and forth...i found myself thinking really, how did i get here?  shouldn't i be making balloon animals somewhere?  although when they pop it scares the crap out of me.  and is there school for that?  

anyway, the first pic is carson (almost 4) and pierce (almost 1) wearing the same pjs.  how funny that we both got the same jams for our little guys. and the second pic is at the fun water place that robyn and i took the five kids on thursday.  we had a great time and i think the kids did too.  

i will try to write more often.  there will definitely be a post after pierce-a-palooza this weekend!

and my random pic of the day...samira at the fair.  

hard to believe she's mine, she loves the fair.  

go green!