Pet Peeves

Do you have any pet peeves?? I do.  I have LOTS.  I also have lots of things that piss me off...but this is about pet peeves, so these need to be more "annoying" and less "life-changing". 

Here are my pet peeves about my peas:

1. Abby: Always licking her finger and rubbing her eyes, especially when she first wakes up.  WHY?? Who knows, but I think it's gross.  She's only had pink eye once so I guess it's not really a PROBLEM.  I still love her.

2. Jacob: Always covering his ears when I talk to him in a "mom" voice.  Ok, yea, I have been known to yell from time to time, but this kid covers his ears when I'm only using my mom scale #2 voice!!  C'mon!  You know I can get louder than that!  The ear covering makes me irritated and also feel guilty at the same time, like I'm always yelling or something..which isn't true!!  I also still love him, but quit covering your ears, dude.  It's annoying.

3. Hannah-banana: She usually doesn't bug me, but her constant asking for band-aids gets annoying.  Abby did the same thing, but Hannah's the baby, so anything she does is always less annoying, just because she is. You know it's true mom's, don't deny it ;)

4. Mr. Pea: This sh*t on the counter.  Ok, a little back explanation.  I'm a neat freak, I probably have undiagnosed OCD.  A place for everything and everything in it's place.  Years ago, I bought this cute little two sectioned basket that I keep on the book shelf where I have all my other "command central" items.  One section is for me and one is for Mr. Pea.  It's plenty big for keys, ipods, IT band straps, and miscellaneous doo-dads (as my mom would've said).  This is where this crap is suppose to go.  In the basket.  Mr. Pea comes home with all sorts of nonsense in his pocket: car keys, work keys, wallet, pens, note cards with all to-do list (which I've already explained is NOT a good organizational system!) and then lays it on the counter EVERY NIGHT.  It's exactly 4 human steps from the counter to the basket. Really??  I've asked him a million times to put it in the basket, but, alas..here I am blogging about it.  I suppose though that after 12 years of being together, if this is my biggest pet peeve we are doing alright.  Oh, and the cuddling.  I hate cuddling.  Mr. Pea loves it.  I find it annoying.  I still love him, too.

Misc pet peeves: improper use of grammar (like "lose" and "loose"), not responding to a text or email (in this day and age, there is really no need for this), not RSVPing to something (really? come one! it's not hard to say "yes" or "no"!), dirty dishes in the sink, crumbs on the floor, hand prints on the stainless fridge, and granola bars (too crumbly).

What are your pet peeves??  Comment and let me know!  I am always looking for more things to find annoying :)

Sh*t that happens when you have 3 kids

One kid is easy.  I'm sorry, but it's true!  Now, if you have one kid, you won't realize how easy you have it until you decide to have a second.  Two kids are a bit trickier, but still not too bad. Two kids, two hands to hold them from running into the street.  Two car seats can easily fit in most cars. It can take a bit getting used to having two kiddies, especially if they are close in age, like mine were.  Now, three kids is a whole different animal.  On one hand, you are a seasoned pro.  No un-needed trips to the doc for mystery fevers or rashes, you know they will just probably go away.  No fussing about the kids not eating or pooping, you know they will eventually.  With three kids, however, you are outnumbered.  With or without your spouse, you are out numbered.  Three kids car seats do not fit side-by-side-by-side in most cars, hence why the third row or min-v is almost a necessity.  Taking three kids to the store is VERY challenging (taking one kid can be hard, too)!  One kid fits nicely in the basket of the carriage.  With two kids, one can sit and one can walk, if they are big enough, or is they are babies then you can "wear" one.  Now, THREE kids can be a conundrum.  I almost cried tears of joy when Target came out with those glorious three-kid carriages! I won't shop without it :)  It's harder to remember things with three kids too.  I know what time Abigail and Jacob were born but I can't remember Hannah's birth time (I do have it in her baby book, but I always forget).  With three kids, the laundry basket is ALWAYS full, even if you just finished washing clothes.  You fold the last shirt, turn around and BAM, it's full again!  "How did that happen?!?" I often say, then I realize I have three kids, and all is explained.  With three kids, I have to replace the toilet paper almost every day.  With three kids, you go through a package of yogurts, granola bars and box of waffles in two sittings.  It gets expensive.  With three kids, things happen to them and that I have no explanation for: cuts, bruises, mystery bumps.  And then the best so far I've seen:

Hannah's missing half her eyebrow.  How did it happen?  No idea.  When?  Not sure. I don't sit around all day either, with my children running around like animals.  I DO watch them, but this is just what happens when you have three kids.  If she were my only, I'm sure my mommy guilt would be through the roof! But, I'm not worried.  It'll grow back :)  She's still a cutie.

 

Thanks for making me feel guilty, old Asian lady

So this weekend was one of those weekends.  You know the type: not enough sleep, caffiene or "me" time...too much craziness from the kids.  Not my favorite type of weekends, but, alas, they happen.  I love being a mom, don't get me wrong.  I'd gladly throw myself in front of a train for any of my peas.  But that doesn't always mean I LIKE my kids.  That may sound harsh to any "non-mom" but I don't really care because it's true! I always LOVE my kids, consider them my blessings, but they sure can make me crazy at times.  I really hate all those facebook posts other moms say like "oh, my kids are all throwing up but I just love all this quality, snuggling time we are having." WTF??  I'm sorry, I love my kids, but I don't love snuggling with them with puke all over my shirt.  I just don't.  Does that make me a bad mommy?  Maybe, time will tell.  If a mom tells you that "every day is the best day" with their kids they are either a) full of sh*t, b) crazy, or c) on drugs.  If the answer is "c" then I want some of those drugs please.
So I'll set the stage: We are at mass at church.  It's about 40 minutes in and appears to be going long due to the 8 minute video they showed in the beginning about some pregancny outreach center.  (To St. Pius: I'm sure this is a lovely cause, but please don't show this at the beginning of the children's mass.  First of all, I don't feel like explaining to Abigail what an "abortion" is, and secondly, it was just WAY too long).  The kids have been slowly and steadily getting noisier and noisier.  They always tend to be the loudest when it's a "quiet moment".  Our church is great though.  The chidren's mass is sped through at a quick pase, it's spoken directly to the kids and gets them involved and it's always sort of noisy in there because of all the kids.  Normally, we just blend right in, but today, Jacob and Hannah were being unusually onery.  So, the younger two peas were arguing about nothing with one another.  The usual "here's a book" move doesn't work. So I give my phone to Hannah, hoping to quell her just a big longer, but that back fires because they start fighting about it, LOUDLY.  So I quickly take it away because kids aren't suppose to be playing with iphones in church, right??  What kind of mother am I??  I am becoming visibally more stressed and angry.  I whisper in Jacob's ear to knock it off RIGHT now or I'm telling Hermie AND no more cheese for today!  Now it's time to give peace to everyone and here comes this little, old Asian women who says to me "It's ok, mom, you should relax.  Soon you will be old like me and your heart will be breaking everyday."  Then she gives me peace.  Christ.  Seriously???!? Thanks for making me feel guilty for being stressed at my kids' poor behavior. 
I get that "time goes fast" and that "I'll never get these moments back" but it doesn't make them any easier!!  Ha, I'm sure she is correct though, someday my heart may be breaking.  I plan on being an awesome Nana some day though, always traveling around with Papa, being super cool and good looking.  Dropping in with my grandbabies whenever I see fit, saying whatever I feel like because I'm old and can do that sort of crap.  I know I should revel in the small things, focus on the happiness, which I usually do; but aren't I allowed a stressful day every now and again?  I think so.  Maybe I just need some more peace to be with me.  Or more peace and quiet.  Or more wine.
So here's to you, little Asian lady: I'm sure you are an amazing mother, and thanks for making me feel guilty, like no one but a mother can make you feel.  I drink to you this evening!  And here's to hoping for an easier week ahead! Ugg!

teacher christmas presents :)

Ok, so other mommies be prepared to be jealous.  I am hand making all my teacher presents this year.  Normally, since there are multiple teacher's at the preschool, I try to do something that will not cost me an arm and a leg to make and that is also awesome.  I usually do something baked, like cookies, or chocolate dipped pretzels, but this year since I am on a wreath kick, I thought I'd make some for Abby's teacher, Jacob's three teachers and the preschool director. ((Now, I went back and forth about actually posting this because my fellow blogger/runner friend and ALSO one of Jacob's teachers read this blog..but I really wanted to share my awesome wreath, so SURPRISE Ms. Courtney!  This is your Christmas present.  I hope you like it!))

I wanted to make a simple Christmas wreath, not knowing quite sure how everyone decorates for the holidays.  I made a candy cane-esk wreath.

To make this wreath, you will need:
-foam wreath
- red and white sparkly yarn
- red and white felt
- bead decorations
- hot glue, scissors, wire cutters

Wrap the yarn around, alternating red and white.  I wrapped each section and then went backwards and re wrapped it, helping to make it thicker.  Hot glue each end before starting the new color.

I made two folded felt flowers for each wreath, one red and one white.  To make them, cut 6 felt circles for each color.

Hot glue them in half.

Then hot glue them in half again.

Do that to five of the six circles.  Then hot glue four in a circle on the unfolded circle, then one on top of them to make a flower.

Ta-da!

Here are the beaded flowers I used.  I cut one sprig from each for each wreath.

Hot glue them down first, then the leaves.  A trick I learned was to tie a piece of yarn to help hold the heavier pieces down.

This way, they will remain steady under the flowers. Glue down the flowers on top and you are done! 

 

Hopefully they all love them as much as I do!  As soon as I am done with these, I plan on making a Christmas one for me too! :)

 

 

 

Elf on the Shelf

So I finally got myself an Elf on the Shelf.  My mom had actually told he about these like 4 years ago, when they weren't even sold in stores, only on this special website.  I thought it sounded like a cute idea but they were expensive so I decided to wait.  Well, fast forward to four years later and they are everywhere and still expensive.  I tried to get one on sale last year after Christmas but never could find one.  I was forced to pay full price (:/) but oh well.  Since I wanted to put my decorations up today, I decided to think of a cute way for him to come to our house. 

I wrote this cute note from Santa in cursive (which took me forever!) and addressed it to the kids.

Then I slid it in the book and put it outside the front door.

I hid our friend in a plant and then rang the doorbell.  The kids were down the hall so I pretended I was busy and asked Abby to get the door, which already freaked her out because I have never asked her to do that.  She looked out the window and saw no one so now she didn't want to get the door.  The dog starts freaking out now too because everyone is by the door!  Jacob finally says he'll open it and they find the book.  We sit on the couch, read the note and the story.

The kids were excited that Santa had come to visit us!  Then we had to find our Elf.  No one could find him so I finally did.  Then we had to name him.  Hannah said "Splashy", Jake said "Worker".  I said no.  I suggested "Henry", which Abby replied with "Herbie", which now seems to be either Herbie (Abby) or Hermie (Hannah and Jake).  So I guess it's actually Hermie now.  Who knows.

The Elf on the Shelf is actually quite genius. It's an easy way for parents to make their kids behave without actually having to do much work.  If they misbehave, just kindly remind them that the Elf is watching. I think there should be one for every holiday.

 

Welcome to the family Herbie/Hermie.  We are happy to have you :)

 

A homemade foot soak

While I am sitting outside watching my kids play, and NOT pushing on them on the swing (I never push them, it's annoying and I don't do it, ok, maybe I will push Hannah for like 2 minutes, BUT that's IT! if you want to swing, learn to pump.  Abby and Jake learned when they were 3) I shall share a quick foot soak recipe with you, because I plan on doing one tonight.

 

Before I decided to transition from working mommy to stay at home mommy, getting pedi's was one of my favorite things to do.  Now, that's not in the budget, so instead, every few weeks, I treat myself to this and sometimes even have a new nail polish to paint on my piggies.  This is a quick and easy foot soak that makes your feet feel great. Can you keep a secret??  My husband LOVES this, he's on his feet the majority of the day so he says it makes his tired feet feel great. 

Detoxifying foot soak
Big bucket/tub of super hot water, the hotter the better!
1/2 c baking soda
1/2 c epsom salts
a few drops of tea tree oil

soak and enjoy :)  best served with wine

The bedtime dance

I love bedtime!  I have figured out, over my 7+ years experience as being a mama, that I have exactly 12 hours of patience for my kids.  I can go-go-go all day: clean, tend to three kids, cook, bake, entertain, homework, help in classrooms, iron, yadda yadda. As the evening comes to a close, however, my patience quickly comes to an end.  I LOVE how early my kids go to bed.  I hope they NEVER want to go to bed later, even though I know they will someday.  I will revel in every day with a 6:30 bedtime, cherish every moment.  Staying up late occasionally is fun.  Especially on a special occasion or event.  For our day-to-day lives though, in bed early works best for the kids and mommy. It works REALLY well for mommy :) Early bedtimes began from when Abby first got on a schedule when she was about 6 months when I read that babies need 12 hours of sleep.  We had to be up for me to work by 6:30, hence the 6:30 bedtime.  I tried once or twice for Abby to go to bed at 7, haha, it did not work.  They just need that sleep.  Then, since they all stopped napping early (around 2 1/4 yrs old) they REALLY needed that sleep!  Abby and Jacob went to bed fairly easily, most nights, but now with three kids, we usually spend about 40 minutes doing what I like to call "The Bedtime Dance".  This sounds better than the i'm-going-to-pull-my-fricken-hair-out dance. Abby is usually out cold by 6:32, Jake may come out once or twice, but HANNAH, whoa, a TOTALLY different story.  She probably could go to bed at 8 and would be fine, but obviously I am not going to allow ONE child to stay up late!  That would be hilarious! Why on earth would I do that?!?

Here's a typical expert from The Bedtime Dance:
6:10- read stories
6:30- tuck kids into bed, give kisses and say good night
6:32-close doors, pour wine for mom (I don't need to "tidy up" like some moms because I have learned to get all that crap done before bedtime so I can RELAX afterwards!)
6:35- grab phone, computer and laptop to work on my blog, check emails and read the news of the day.
6:36- Jake comes out asking for water, I remind him his cup is already full by his bed and tell him to go to sleep (I learned long ago to give each kid a sippy of water in bed so they don't have to ask me for a drink!)
6:37- head back to couch, almost sit down, Hannah comes out asking for (fill in the blank) stuffed animal, help her find it
6:39- head back to couch, sip wine, almost sit, dumb dog whines to go out, let dog out
6:41- head back to couch, sip wine, open ipad, Hannah comes out again, asking for (fill in the blank) book, get it for her, tell her "no more after this!" Let dog back in.
6:45- take a LARGER sip of wine, sit down, Jake comes out to remind me of "something" (who the heck knows what) I tell him THAT'S IT, in my mean voice.  This will probably be it for Jake for the evening.
6:48- Sitting now, Hannah will come in and out 4-5 times, I won't get up, tell her to GET IN BED.  She will ask for random toy #1, #2 and #3, random book #1 or #2, or her blanket.  I will be sipping my wine this whole time and sitting, now tired and annoyed. Dog wants to go out again, I say "Biscuit, are you f*$#ing kidding me?!" May or may not let her out.
6:56- She may stay in her bed for 5-6 minutes at this time, giving me a false sense of security.  I may or may not need a refill on my wine, probably will have gotten through a few emails, maybe started my blog. I don't dare watching a show yet, not quite yet...
7:01- Hannah reappears, now with the phantom boo-boo.  Its always in a different spot, always fake.  If you even ask her, "is this for a fake boo-boo???" she will respond yes.  I've learned it's just easier to get her the damn band-aid because if not, they she will SCREAM, which wouldn't bother me if she didn't share a room with Abby.  I get the band aid and tell her THIS IS IT!  ONCE MORE AND I'M CALLING SANTA! Yea, I said it, Santa.  I use the Santa card from September through December.  Sometimes I even get on the phone and fake my convo with him.
7:05- Take a GIANT sip of wine, hope she's asleep. 
This may be it, but sometimes this goes on for another 10 minutes.  Eventually she will FINALLY fall asleep and sleep all night, thankfully. I'm sure Super Nanny would cringe.  Oh well...time to pour more wine...