2 Mar


Kirby, being the ripe age of 3 and a half says absolutely insane things. I thought I should share some while I compile an actual blog post.

“Mom, alligators are called crocodiles”

(when I’m not doing exactly what he says)”mom, you didn’t see my words!”

“I need a turner mom! If I can’t find it you will buy it for me!” (When he is looking for a specific brio train piece)

“Regularly milk please!” (When he doesn’t want chocolate milk)

And he always wants bubbles mid way through bath time. I can’t get enough of this kid. Thank gosh he’s already mine!


19 Jan

I have a deep dark secret.

My house is infested.

That’s right, I said it, it is infested. I can’t walk, think, breathe, or cook without seeing one of them. I step on them constantly. They fly at my ankles when I’m getting ready for work in the morning. I know, I know, this is a problem.

In the German language they are called “zug”. In English we call them “trains”.

Yeah, I have a train infestation. I watch that show Infested on Animal Planet and clean my house every Friday evening, and I see these infestations of raccoons, spiders, ants, and I can tell you that our infestation is eerily similar. The trains are everywhere, they hide in my bed while and I swear they bite me while I sleep, as well as scurrying around baseboards and fleeing the scene when the lights are turned on in a room (I think that might be the fact they are still moving across the hardwood when I walk into them, followed by turning on the light, but I can’t be sure). It is terrifying. One of these days I’m going to find one in my plate of spaghetti and just give up the fight. I put them away every night, I clean up their little homes of tracks and stations before I turn in for the night. I swear, I am doing everything short of hiring an exterminator.

I guess it’s part of the magic of having a Little boy. Our whole lives are dictated by the choochoo. Kirby loves his choochoos, it is ridiculously cute.

Well, that’s all I really have to say for the night, as last night I had my wisdom teeth taken out and I am still recovering, and trying to run a household, and let me just tell you, with two extra holes in my head for the time being, our house is not running very smoothly. Kirby seems to have found a bag of gummy bears.

A Moment of Silence

11 Jan

I had an interesting day. It was my day off, everything went well. Nothing exploded. Nothing burst into flames. Dinner tasted good. I paid a bill. It was normal.

This evening I found out someone I went to high school had a loss in her family. Her mother suddenly had a stroke and passed on. The news has shocked me so greatly.

This woman had four beautiful and friendly kids. The youngest daughter and I were twins on twin day in sixth grade. Her oldest daughter is full of light and sunshine. Their mother was kind, loving, and completely the mother bear of her family. I will always remember how she protected her kids, cared about everyone that was in her home, and made delicious chicken soup. I think about her soup every time I try to make my own. There was so much love in there, I think that’s what made it so good.

My heart goes out to her family, because I can’t even imagine what they are going through and the journey they are about to go on.

Nothing Sort of Post

8 Jan

I don’t have much to say tonight. I’m just done with this day. Nothing was substantialy great,  or that bad for that matter. Just not great.


It was not a manic Monday.

7 Jan

It was a seamless Monday. Daphne was a rockstar and did all her homework. The kids ate all their dinner. Everyone got a bath and were in bed by 9:30.


Yet some how I’m not getting to bed until midnight.


Thanks motherhood.


Root Canal: the final frontier

4 Jan


Today was the blessed root canal part two. The final day of some old guy sticking his hands in my mouth and making corny jokes to the hygienist. My endodontist is very pleasant, and owns a practice that his sons also work at. They give me a hot towel to clean the fragments of tooth off my face and send me on my way with instructions to not eat or drink anything hot for at least an hour, and will help me get out of the dentist chair because of how long I am laying on my back with my legs almost straight up in the air.

Wanna know a secret? I love it.


I get to travel over the water alone. I get to physically walk into some place to buy my coffee (I say ‘some place’ because it’s a gas station, but their coffee is really good), and when I pick up breakfast at Jack in the Box I dont have to listen to my beautiful children request things that don’t make sense. Sure, it’s incredibly early in the morning for some people, but making an appointment like that at six in the morning suits me. Then I just lay in a chair and listen to Peter Gabriel and John Denver until they are done. Okay fine, I can’t feel half my face and it hurts, but it’s a smidge of me time.


Plus, I get to take funny pictures of myself with dental dams and crazy lighting.


I used to hate the dentist. I thought it was horrible. I needed laughing gas. I couldn’t hold it together. I would cry during X rays.

Thank god I grew up.

I sit there calmly, patiently. I don’t bring my teddy bear and I can breathe sweetly without throwing up on the dentist.

Maybe it was something that changed with time. I just got over being frightened. But I have my doubts on that. If nothing around you changes, then how are you supposed to grow? If you never live on your own, then where is your drive to succeed in life as something bigger then yourself? To get over fears that make no sense? I have curbed my irrational fears of the dentist, and I am damn proud of that. I hope my kids move out of my house when the time is right and become strong, lovely, smart people, who can reflect on things and be proud of themselves.

It was a good dentist appointment. And when I got home, I got to help Harold and Kirby start their days too.

Good Night

3 Jan

This is a short post, because I have the second part of my root canal tomorrow. I had an interesting day, and it will never go down in the record books as being the craziest day ever, but enough happened. Just enough. I’m done for this day, and I’m ready to start tomorrow with a fresh perspective. And sleep. That might be helpful.


Wish me luck on my root canal!

Just A Simple Wednesday

2 Jan

So many things are under way at our home. We are trying to purge our house of things we dont need, so we can finish the basement and build a family room. We have pretty much tied up lose ends forr 2012 and we are looking onward and upward!


I am so glad we hit Zoo Lights the other night. It was spur of the moment and so much fun. The local zoo puts up so many Christmas lights and you get to walk around. Very fun.




It has been a normal day today. We got back to the bump and grind. Back to our usual pace. Early mornings for me, but we still can’t seem to all get out of the house on time. I think there was an air of calm around the house, serenity. That’s the joy of the holiday break I guess.



We ate our BBQ tofu for dinner after basketball practice (I was not inventive tonight), we all took our bathes, we were calm and we were filled with joy. I cherish these nights.

Also, please change my URL in your favorites to
We have been having issues with the mobile site though, so bare with us.


1 Jan


I havent posted such a long time. I think it all just got away from me. My life as a working wife and mother, it became overwhelming.

This year is going to be grand. Amazing. Special.

I can’t wait for 2013.

Whatever Happens, I’ll Leave It All To Chance

3 Sep


Tonight my friends daughter was calling for me through the house. I came around the corner and she goes “Did you dream about your wedding when you were young?” I told her that I did, I told her that I dreamed of a long blowy dress, being married outside, walking down the isle to John Denver with my dad, and saying I do surrounded by family and friends.

Thankfully, that all happened. Then she asked me when I knew that I wanted to marry Harold and when he was the one. Isn’t that a silly question? Well, it took me a second, because it really wasn’t silly. On the outside it looked like he proposed, I said yes, and several months later I walked down the isle to my best friend and we were happy ever after, the birds sang, the clouds opened, and we were eternally bound. The answer I gave was no where near that simple.

I’m going to write this because I hope that someday my kids see it, my friends see it, and it gives clarity as to why I said yes at such a crazy time in my life to commit to something that was so big.

Harold and I had been learning so much about each other at such a fast rate. We were in an incredibly tense time in our relationship in which I was learning that walking away and shutting the door wasn’t the answer, that you need to learn what other people like and grow instead of just moving on. He was learning that I am insane and sometimes I’m just bananas, but that it comes from a good place and I want to help people. I was listening to God so much during that time. I remember spending nights just asking for help. I was so stressed from my job, and I was young. I was in a relationship that came with an instant family and instant responsibilities that stretch way beyond the skills I had learned as a babysitter.

Then I heard exactly what God wanted me to hear. It made sense. In all other times in my life, when I wasn’t happy, or it didn’t suit me, I just turned around. I felt like it was their fault, their problem, but this time I wasn’t walking away, and I actually cared. There was no blaming past experiences for making me that way, or changing myself from the core to be what they wanted and it not working out because it was a superficial false costume. I wanted to better myself, to be the best person that I could be, for him, for me, for everyone. I figured out that walking away would never make it better. It would just make it happen again, but I wouldn’t want to stay the next time, or the time after that. I heard the word of Him, and He asked if I would ever go through this for anyone else, and I knew the answer.

I wouldn’t.

That’s it. I knew. I was in it for the long haul. That was November, and then magically he proposed a month later, and completely caught me off guard. Harold had even bought the ring during the time of my mini revelation. I believe in fate, soul mates, the greater good, and everything falling into place. It takes time, it takes work, but it happens.

Plus, if you really want to get to the nitty gritty, one time before Harold and I were even friends, he offered me a ride once when I was walking home from work. I said no, I don’t accept rides from strangers. He asked me repeatedly because it was so cold out, and I kept saying no and walking. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I said yes. It doesn’t matter though, he still would have wound up being my husband.