Thursday, January 22, 2009

The Eight Legged Parade

Squirrel watching out the bedroom window...a true bonding experience.





We'll behave for treats.



All's well when everyone has their own space.







Trying to snap a family photo...not everyone wants to cooperate.










We all know that I am a bit of a procrastinator. I can be distracted by many things...SoapNet (watching the days soaps or reliving the glory of 90210 is a great way to pass the time), giving myself a pedicure, playing Free Cell, DVRing Dawson's Creek, reading People magazine online. I'm easily amused. As I started taking classes again, I often found myself drifting away from my required reading and paper writing through some of these highly engaging activities. But, I can always count on a little help from my friends. My friend Karen sent me her blog address. I was immediately hooked. It quickly landed in my "favorites" list (as did the other blogs that had been sent to me--The Casares, The Arvins) because 1)it's hilarious, 2)it's real, and 3) it's updated often. For those of you who don't know Karen, we lived on the same floor our freshman year at Butler, pledged Alpha Phi, and lived together for quite a while. I couldn't begin to list the days and nights of fun we've shared. Karen and her husband, Matt, are the parents of four children under the age of four. Yes, you heard that right. Karen shares all kinds of fun tidbits--crafts the kids are doing, trips around town, kid driven Nativity scenes, and lots of video and pictures of her cute, crazy crew. After we got Lainey, I realized that Karen and I had something new in common--an eight legged parade: two 4-legged dogs=8 legs; four 2-legged children=8 legs. Clearly, caring for our doghters is no where near the magnitude of parenthood, but I continue finding myself drawing some parallels (often less intense than the "real" thing) to Karen's adventures. Here's a Top Ten List of thoughts and deeds that might occur in any house with little legs...furry or otherwise.






1. Pooh is a hot topic of conversation around our house. Who's been, who needs to go, who's turn it is to deal with the pooh.






2. The Scoop--Kids and dogs notoriously put whatever they can find in their mouths and then a responsible parent has to wrestle the offender to the ground, pry open their mouth, and use the two finger scoop to fling whatever was nearly ingested right on out. If your lucky, you can identify the object...other times you just pray whatever it was wasn't toxic.






3. "No, NO"--the number one phrase in my vocabulary.






4. I've also learned the importance of a schedule through the gruesome twosome. When Lainey first arrived, we were on a strict one hour potty schedule to prevent accidents on our very light colored carpet. We're up to a three hour schedule these days! It's no breast feeding routine, but we do watch the clock closely.






5. Sweet angels v. master manipulators? I've heard that parents hate to hear their children cry. Don't be fooled by fur covered beauties, they know the same tricks. While they can't cry, they can whine in such a way that you'll do anything to make whatever is causing that heart wrenching sound to stop. A Pupperoni treat? Sure! Need to go out? No problem. Ready for dinner? Okay. Need me to move over and make room for you on the couch? Absolutely! Oh you'd like to sleep in the middle of the bed AND use my pillow? That's so sweet!






Who could say "no" to those precious faces and their demands? I CAN! I played along with all of the whining until I started getting wake-up calls at 4:30 a.m. Then I realized I was just getting played...by dogs! No more Mrs. Nice Guy. They turned straight to Dad...such a sucker!






6. It seems siblings of the two legged variety and the four legged variety follow the same basic patterns of life. The younger one just wants whatever the older one has, even if she's got the EXACT same thing. The older one just wants a little peace and quiet.






7. You pray that every ones behaves when guests come over or when you're in public.






8. A sleeping baby is the best kind!






9. The doctor/vet is on speed dial and you really try to make a good impression on the office staff in hopes that if an emergency were to arise, you'd have dibs on one of those elusive floating appointments.






10. You worry about their growth and development. I've heard parents talk about how many words their child has. Nick and I worry about that too. We often try to count how many words Abby and Lainey know--their names, mom, dad, breakfast, dinner, mailbox, outside, sit, down, stay, shake, kisses, ride, pa-pa, pooh-pooh. Oh, and when you don't want them to know what your talking about, you S-P-E-L-L it!













Friday, January 2, 2009

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

Santa's been here!

Oh, a coyote with a very annoying squeaker to tug on!
Thank you Grandma Patty and Grandpa Steve!


Oh, the Casares sent an extra special holiday packages for us! The girls got bones and mom and dad got Wicked Whoopie Pies (kind of like a Swiss Cake Roll, but assembled like an ice cream sandwich--a delicacy only found on the east coast!).


Abby's no dummy when it comes to her stocking!


Papaw's always so good about making sure everyone has a little something to put in the bank each Christmas. Thanks Papaw!


Rick was very excited to get the converter box in anticipation of the the big digital TV change over in February.


I was actually lucky number 11 this year, so I opened my gifts last!


Sarah and I both got the Wii Fit from Grandma. As a side note, the Wii Fit assigns you an age based on your BMI and your ability to balance. The bad news is my Wii fit age is 41. The good news is Nick's is 43!


That sly smile can only mean one thing--she already knows what's inside.


I like this sweater so much I bought three--one for my dad, my uncle, and for Nick. I've warned them it might seem kind of strange if they all wear them to the same family function.


Can you believe that this year was the 20th anniversary of Dirty Dancing?
I'm so glad that Kelsey admires some of the classics.

Carol was pleasantly surprised to find out that Santa outsources some work to the Coach store.


Looks like my mom should have put a new pair of socks on her wish list!


Everyone enjoys a little something special for the Wii.



Grandma waiting patiently for her turn.





Yeah, I know these festive greetings are a few days late, but let me reiterate...
MERRY CHRISTMAS! HAPPY NEW YEAR!
We've pretty much got our Christmas routine down. We start at my parents on Christmas Eve with a fabulous dinner. This year is was prime rib and shrimp! Then it's time to pass out gifts and draw numbers. Yes, draw numbers. Everyone draws a number from my papaw's hat. We start at one and work our way through everyone. When I was younger, I always thought it was better to get a lower number so I didn't have to endure the suspense of what was in each gift. But, the second rule of the number game is that you can't play with your toys while someone else is opening. By the time I was twelve or so, I realized that it's actually better to get a higher number because you don't have to wait so long to play with your new goodies. We finish opening gifts just in time to get ready for the eleven o'clock service at St. Matthew. This is about the only time we get back to the church where we were married, so it's always a special adventure. After church, we head for Brownsburg. This year Nick's sister, Kelsey, joined our Christmas Eve festivities and spent the night at our house. We got to sleep in a little, but the dogs just couldn't wait to open their Christmas gifts in the morning.