Officially an Old Lady.

Did you hear tires screeching right now? That was the sound of my early thirties leaving me in the dust. I hear it only gets better from here, though!

Debbie Downer here.

God, this blog is just a downer and a half lately, isn’t it? I know it is. I keep thinking I’ll sit down and write something that doesn’t involve headaches, gall bladder attacks, or the fear of dying, and then I just end up dicking around on Facebook or watching The Pickup Artist or something. I know. I’m boring, and I’m bringing this party down! Sorry about that.

We went to a birthday party yesterday for Paul’s niece. It was pretty fun. The kids had a blast running all over the place, getting their faces painted, and stuffing themselves full of candy. Things were a little low key, but it was nice getting out of here for a bit. I did take a few pictures of Paul and his brothers, since it’d been ages since all four had been in the same place all at once. Cute, aren’t they? I love how Paul and Jon look like the before picture, and Rene and Ruben look like the after picture. Like they just discovered Hoodia and waxing. S’okay. I like my man to look like a man. I’m not sure I’d dig the baby-smooth skin thing on anyone besides myself and my babies. Men are supposed to be hairy, y’know?

Today, Paul’s organizing the garage. The weather’s cooling off, and I think he’d like to start parking his van indoors. The kids are playing on Starfall.com and staging elaborate Beanie Baby play scenarios in the playroom. Kayley just bequeathed her entire Beanie Baby collection to the little kids, and they’re in heaven. I’ve been doing NOTHING. I cleaned the kitchen and did a half assed job sweeping the floor, and then I took a nap on the couch. Lazy!

Off I go, to do something, anything – I’m feeling pretty sluglike and need to at least throw a load of towels in the wash, so I can climb out from under the guilt of being a neglectful housewife. Blah. Hope you’re having a super Sunday!

Rabbit, Rabbit.

Okay, it’s September 1st – and we’re dealing with our first illness of the new school year! I kept thinking maybe it was allergies, but no – it’s a yucky cold, making its way through our household, infecting everyone with snotty noses and hoarse voices. And of course, the MOM always has to suffer doubly – first, I get to comfort sick children at all hours of the night, and then I get to hack up a lung myself for the next week. Wahhhhh!

This was the fastest 3-day weekend in history, since I spent most of it lying around feeling puny. I got my act together enough yesterday to host a mini birthday party for the big kids, and Courtney came over and tried to take some pictures of my kids in the rain and wind. Hopefully she managed to get a few cute ones – between the shitty weather and my kids being little grouchyheads, I’m not sure what she’s going to pull out of her hat. She always manages to dazzle us, though. She let Kim and I preview a shot of the two of us sitting with our dad, and it’s precious – I can totally see it hanging on the wall in my parents’ house!

Tomorrow, I’m taking cupcakes to Pablo and Mallory’s kindergarten classes – at two separate times during the day. Will this birthday celebration never end? I’m already over it. And it’s 10:25 p.m. and I’m going to bed. Wow! I MUST be sick!

5 years ago.

I want to write about how much fun we had last night downtown amidst the chaos marking the end of the DNC. I want to talk about how cool it was to meet so many great bloggers at the Rocky Mountain Blogger Bash, and I want to gush a little bit about how awesome Mile High Mamas is. But, I’m going to put that off for the moment, because I don’t have Paul’s pictures from his camera, and he took some good ones. So, wait for that, I guess. I do have a few pictures from my camera up on Flickr if you want to see.

What I’m going to write instead is a little of what I wrote about today on How Do You Do It? The big kids’ birthday. Yep, Pablo and Mallory are turning five tomorrow! Five! It doesn’t seem like their birth was just yesterday or anything, but it sure as hell doesn’t seem like it was five years ago.

I had no idea what I was in for five years ago today, which was also a Friday, as we headed across town to welcome our little babies to the world. We grabbed lunch at Le Peep before we went to the hospital, and Paul told everyone there that we were about to go give birth to twins. Our food reached the table surprisingly fast.

The delivery was uneventful, and except for Mallory’s blood sugar being too low, the kids were born very healthy. They were born at 12:16 and 12:32 a.m. on Saturday the 30th, and I didn’t get to hold Mallory until Sunday night at 8 p.m. I cried and cried when I finally got to see her in the NICU – I missed her so much! We didn’t know if we’d be able to take her home, since the NICU nurses told us the rule was that she had to be maintaining her blood sugar and off her IV for 24 hours before we could leave. I’ll never forget our precious doctor, Howard Corren, telling the nurses, “They know what they’re doing. I think we can let them take these babies home and love them now.” It had only been about 15 hours, but he was kind enough to bend the rules for us.

It was cold and rainy that Labor Day weekend, and it seemed like it went from hot summer to chilly fall during those couple of days while we were in the hospital. And it was a good indicator of how quickly time would pass for us from then on. Those were crazy, terrifying, amazing, wonderful, horrible days. We got little sleep and I struggled with PPD for months. But what precious days they were. Thank God I took so many pictures, because I honestly don’t remember some of it – we were just too sleep deprived, just getting by day-to-day in survival mode. Oddly, it was ten times easier when the little girls were born just 17 months later. I guess we knew what we were doing by then.

And now, we have kindergarteners! It goes by so fast.

Yo Gabba Gabba toys! Squee!

I saw this little Yo Gabba Gabba guitar yesterday at Target and I just had to have it! Pablo and Mallory are having a birthday very soon, so that’s my excuse. It’s just so cool, though! Each little button plays two songs from each character, and it has a little whammy bar too. The kids are going to love it. They may be a little old for this type of toy, but they love Yo Gabba Gabba so much, it doesn’t even matter. So cute!

Ohhhh, this reminds me! Kayley just HAD TO HAVE a little plush Brobee, too, and she promised to pay me back for it. PAY UP, GIRLCHILD! You owe mommy seven bucks.

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