Because I’m the Guest, That’s Why.

February 26, 2009 at 10:59 am (Uncategorized)

We stepped out of the play date rotation for a while during Ladybug’s bout with bronchitis.  It was hard on Sunshine.  I could tell she missed having those afternoons with her friends.  But now that Ladybug is better and we’ve stopped traveling, it was time to bite the bullet and step back in.

Something keeps bothering me though.  Every time we have someone here, I’m constantly hearing But I’m the guest, I get to choose, or We have to do what I want from our little guest.  Please tell me my kid doesn’t do this at someone else’s house.   I mean, I totally get what our guest’s parents are trying to do.  They want their child to understand that when a guest comes to your house, you treat them hospitably.  I agree with it, but I also think it’s a little extreme.  
I would be mortified if Sunshine went to someone’s house and demanded to do what she wanted, because she was the guest.   Around here I’ve been trying to encourage the girls to come up with games that they both want to play.  I don’t want my little girl to dislike having play dates at our house because she feels like she doesn’t have a choice in what activities to participate in.  And honestly, I don’t like having to mediate the arguments that occur every time I hear But I’m the guest.  
I know these parents, and these kids.  And don’t get me wrong.  These are great kids.  I just think that deference towards the guest is way too overemphasized.  That’s just not the way things are in the real world, right?  

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Housekeeping = Fail

February 25, 2009 at 11:32 am (Uncategorized)

If you haven’t heard from me in several days, send help.  You’ll find me buried beneath layers of crayons, colored pencils, clothing for the consignment sale, barbie shoes, and books, and raisins.  How did we ever manage to acquire so many books?

I’m selling some of the girls’ clothes at a consignment sale in several weeks.  Going through bin after bin of infant clothes has been such a lovely trip through the infancy of my girls.  There are so many pieces I’m having trouble parting with:  the camel-colored corduroy pants that Sunshine looked so cute in, the little red outfit that set off Ladybug’s hair.  There are certain pieces I won’t part with, like the things they came home from the hospital in.  Still, it feels good to clean house a little.  Of course, at the moment, everything is strewn throughout not only my living room but my dining room as well.  
But that’s OK, because the mess in the living room and dining room can’t even compare to the chaos that has enveloped my playroom.   A curse should be put upon all those toy manufacturers that make toys with dozens of tiny parts.  I almost lost it with Sunshine the other day.  She’d been coloring with markers, crayons, and colored pencils.  Most of them found their way to the floor.  I’d asked her several different times to pick them up before I finally threatened to throw them all away.  She didn’t believe me.  So we have a few less coloring implements now.  Can’t say I’m really sorry.  I just wish that the next time she takes me a little more seriously.  
I’m not one of those women who really loves to clean.  Sure, I like to see my house spotless and shining.  But realistically, it stays that way for all of five minutes.  And that’s if one of my children is sleeping.  Alas, my dirty floor is calling.  Can’t remember the last time I washed it.  That’s not good, is it?  Housekeeper = Fail.  

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What Did She Say The Problem Was?

February 22, 2009 at 8:49 pm (Uncategorized)

“Mommy sat on the bed, and THAT was the problem.”  This came out of my darling Sunshine’s mouth this evening.  Let me just clarify, for the record, that Mommy was not the problem.  The hooks on the side rail of Sunshine’s antique bed frame were the problem.  She just knows that, every now and again, the bed breaks when Mommy (yes, mostly me) and sometimes Daddy sits on her bed.  

Still, it hurt to hear that coming out of her mouth.  I’m not quite where I’d like to be with swimsuit season lurking just around the corner.  So in the spirit of getting to where I’d like to be, I’m offering a Giveaway!  Working out by yourself is never fun.  And our gym money is being sent directly to savings these days.  So I need something fast (’cause you never have much time with little ones around) and fun.  Kristen Chase of Motherhood Uncensored told me about Jillian Michael’s 30 Day Shred a couple of weeks ago, and it looks like it fits the bill.  I’m offering up a copy of it to one lucky random winner.  All you have to do is leave a comment.  Tell me your favorite strategies for staying healthy.  You can enter once a day.  Multiple entries require that you tell me something different each time.  The contest ends on Saturday, February 28th at 11:59 pm.  
Happy commenting!

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Can’t Touch This

February 20, 2009 at 10:38 pm (Uncategorized)

So I think we’ve doomed our little girl.  But at least she’s having fun, right?  
(You’ll have to forgive the novice attempt at publishing a movie.  I’m a little slow on the uptake.)
And thanks to Uncle Billy for picking out the card for Todd’s birthday.  The girls played with it INCESSANTLY.  When it started repeating Can’t Touch This over and over and over, I finally had to put it out of its misery.  Sad, but supremely necessary.  

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The San Francisco Treat

February 18, 2009 at 11:05 pm (Uncategorized)

So this past weekend my amazing husband took me to San Francisco to celebrate my birthday.  Good Lord, I love this man.  He totally gets me.  We both have this insatiable need to try every different type of food imaginable.  This essentially meant eating.  All. Day. Long.  Thank goodness for the hills (we actually call them mountains in Georgia.) or I would have gained about 50 pounds.  We walked everywhere.  And I still have the bruises on the bottom of my feet to prove it.

We started in Chinatown, and I was so hungry that I would have paid mad money to pick something off a menu that I couldn’t read.  But it was delicious, and it kept me from turning insanely grumpy as I am apt to do when I’m not fed regularly.  The fabulous Chinese was followed by more Chinese, Spanish bocadillos, Italian lamb, Japanese sushi, the BEST Vietnamese I’ve ever had, Indian coffee, and crab.  You can’t not have crab in San Francisco.  
The weather was dreadful, rained the entire time.  Both of us went through 2 umbrellas each.  We didn’t really notice it much though, unless we happened to be hanging on to the outside of a cable car.  The sun peaked out for about a minute on Saturday as we were walking around Alcatraz.  Meant that my socks were actually dry for about an hour.  Never underestimate the value of dry socks.  
We only had one tense moment on the cable cars.  We had just boarded the car in front of our hotel and were staring at the massive hill ahead of us, when we heard the operator yell to everyone that there was a problem with the brakes.  He wasn’t stopping until he reached the top, or the car would slide down backwards.  Sweet.  But we stayed on the car, and made it off alive.  
We missed the girls tremendously.  I’ve got to say though, it was so nice to be able to walk into a hotel room and NOT need to baby proof it.  We’ve decided that we need to return, with the girls in tow.  And a babysitter.  Definitely a babysitter.  
But one of the biggest highlights of our trip was the flight home.  And yes, I’m being totally sarcastic.  We were lucky enough to sit across the aisle from a lovely lady who was drunk as a skunk.   The poor man seated next to her should be nominated for sainthood.  She curled herself around him, vomited in HIS smoothie, played with his hair, and tried to take his bag.  But it gets worse, ladies and gentlemen.  Oh does it get worse.  She peed.  All over herself.  In the seat.  At the BEGINNING of the flight.  Seriously people.  I couldn’t make this stuff up.  
All in all, it was a fantastic trip.  We ate.  We walked, and walked, and walked.  We desperately needed the time to ourselves.  Just to reconnect.  I know it will be a while before we get another opportunity like this one.  So I’m glad that we made the best of this trip.  And if anyone wants restaurant recommendations….

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