Friday, January 28, 2011

Out of the Closet

Today was a very interesting day. In some ways I had a strange case of dejavu. My mom came over this morning to watch the boys. They were great and even waved good-bye as Erick and I left.

We headed to my appointment. I am down 6 lbs. I see the Dr and my BP is good. I get my pelvic and pap done then they attempted an ultrasound. Nothing. Finish the exam and wait to see an ultrasound tech.


ONE beautiful little baby. Waving at us. I am measuring right on track at 10 weeks 3 days. With a heart rate of 142. I am due the end of Aug. If I make it my c-section will be at 39 weeks.

Now you are in on my secret. Dont forget to leave some love. My next u/s is in 3 weeks.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Yesterday's long story

Yesterday's long story actually begins on Thursday. Well if you want to get technical it actually begins in November. Let me start by saying we live in a good part of town, in a duplex owned/operated by a management that oversees 200+ unites in my area.

In November before we went to Disneyland I put in a repair request (we rent). There is a crack in my dining room from one wall all the way across to the other wall. When we came back they had painted over the crack but it was not filled or anything. Call to tell them that will not work. They say they will come back with a contractor and fix it. Last week I call because I havent heard from them they tell me oops and set an appointment for Thursday at 10am.

For Christmas we found a crack in the floor of my shower. Put a request in writing just after the new year. A week later they sent the maintenance man to look. The next day he sends the fiberglass repair man. He looks at the shower laughs and says I need a new shower. The next day the shower installer comes. He says it will take one full day to get a new shower in. When I called last week I asked about this too. The shower guy was set to come Thursday between 8 and 930 am.

At 11 am Thursday I called management and asked once again what is going on. I get told the painters are backed up and will be here at 1om but the tub people had a family emergency and cant come til next Thursday. I also get told that my shower is not an emergency because I have a second shower. Um excuse me I pay a higher rent for 2. So I sit and sit and miss the beautiful sunny day. At 3pm the painters just show up. They didnt know they were going to have to repair. They thought they were just going to paint. They also thought our unit was empty so they were shocked when I answered the door. Because of this and it being so late they scrape and prep Thursday and fix and paint Friday. They say they will be here at 9am to which I confirm 3 times before they leave. What BS.

The problem comes in that 830 am Friday (yesterday) is the boys 2 year check up. So i call the management company and ask them to call me back regarding the painters I get no call back. So I call my mom and she comes to let the painters in. Erick and I take the boys to the pedi.

When we get to the pedi office we are told that we are a little early. When we get to the waiting room we are told that our pedi just called and she is running a little behind because she got stuck at the hospital. We wait. It is now 30 min past our appointment time and they call us back. We get heights and weights

Both boys are 34 in tall
Owen is 29.2lbs
Ethan is 32.2lbs

We get put in the exam room and they tell us that the pedi is on her way. Our appointment was the first of the day 830 am the pedi walks in at 945. The boys were well past done. She talks to us and we get a lecture about the TV being on. Then we get a lecture about Ethan. Even though his weight is fine on the charts and his height is fine on the charts his BMI is above the 95% so he is overweight. We were lectured about his activity level. Then to add to the boys good mood (hahaha) we asked that they get their flu shots and head home.

When we get home we get told that the painters didnt show up til 10. I can hear how bad my moms breathing is so I have Erick take the boys outback. BUT the backyard is wet and muddy. I once again call the management office. I tell them we can not sit in this. The painter are wearing masks. I tell them we need to leave and they need to send someone to my house to watch it. They tell me to tell the painters to stop and come back at a different date. I get mad and ask when. I am a SAHM and it took 3 months to get them here this time. They hang up and send the maintenance man to my house. This man is great. He tells me the company is bonded and that he is working down the street he will come by and check the house every 30-45 min and if the guy is gone he will lock the house. So we load the boys up and head to the mall to let the boys play in the play area.

Erick calls his dad and tells him where we are because to add to the fun of the day he was coming to see the boys. We have lunch at the mall and let the boys play more. This is when we realize that we ran out of the house with 4 diapers and about 6 wipes. This is fine if it was a normal short trip but both boys decided to poop while at the mall and remember how I said the boys were playing in the backyard in the wet and mud? well when we got to the mall we used 2 wipes to clean hands and faces. So now it is 3pm we have been gone sense 8am. The boys are tired and we are out of diapers and wipes. We load the boys in the car and decide that we will see if the painter is done. We drive to the house and he isnt. We grab the stroller and hope the boys will nap in it and head to the other mall.

The boys wont nap in it. I am dying of thirst so Erick buys me an ice water venti from starbucks. I take 1 drink and Ethan knocks it off the stroller and spills the whole thing. Then the boys are screaming because mommy isnt pushing them because I have to clean up the water. We ask for rags and starbucks gives us 2 paper towels. I have to track down another staff to get more help. Finally get it all cleaned up and cant find Erick and the boys. Finally find them and we walk the mall another 1.5 hrs. We decide we need to see if the painter is done because the boys have to nap. We get home and he is loading up (thank god). Put the boys down. Ethan is out. Owen not so much. He plays and when I go in to wake them (yes I woke a sleeping baby) Owen was still up and Ethan was pissed. We head to dinner. Dinner was nice (Thanks Luis) the boys ate well and were calm for the most part. We had a nice visit with Erick's dad. BUT let me tell you this mommy was ready for bed.

So the boys are growing. Today has been a lot calmer. The painter still have to come back to actually paint. The boys went to bed early last night and slept in this morning (30 min). Owen woke in the middle of the night and thought he could play but when directed back to bed he went willingly. Yeah it was a long day and we are now open to taking donations for our down payment because we want the hell out of this place. If you made it here you are wonderful.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

What big boys I have

Where have my babies gone? I no longer have babies but these big boys with minds of their own. The know the boundaries and like to test them. The have favorites and are very much individuals. It still amazes me how many people ask us if they have their own personalities.

I am sitting here blogging as the boys eat their snack. Owen eats all the nella waffers, then raisins, then he goes for Ethan's ignoring the goldfish. Ethan loves everything equally. Owen is a thinker. He can do any puzzle the first time he sees it and he loves to color. He will also help me clean and loves to help cook. Ethan is my talker/singer. He needs only hear something once and he owns it. He isnt good at puzzles so he destroys them. He hates to get dirty and is much cleaner. Owen doesnt care. Ethan is my sleeper. He can sleep anywhere if he is tired. Owen needs his bed, blanket and pacie.

I love my big boys. What an adventure.

ps tomorrow is their 2 year check.

Friday, January 14, 2011

most embarrassing moment

I promised you and I will follow through. I told you that if I got 20 followers I would tell you my most embarrassing moment. Well I know you pulled your friends (Laura) to make this happen. So hear it goes but please dont forget to leave some love.

Could my most embarrassing moment have happened at a young age? In the first grade I was in a class that had these blocks around the rug area. One day I was leaning over the blocks during free-time. I was in a dress. Two of my male classmates took it upon themselves to come up behind me and pull my dress over my head. I was mortified. But I dont think that was the most embarrassing.

A few years later, seventh grade, I was sitting in math class. I sat in the VERY front row. I asked to be excused to go to the bathroom. When I got there I found that I had started my period for the very first time and had made a complete mess of my shorts. It was BAD. I knew I couldnt go back to class and I knew my classmates had to have noticed when I left so I headed to the office. The office couldnt just let me go home so I had to sit there. They tried everyone on my emergency contact list. They couldnt reach anyone. On the second pass through my contact list they finally got someone to answer the phone. My moms friend, he was very understanding but at work and instructed the school to let me walk home to change and he would take lunch and bring me back. I walked home the 12 blocks in blood soaked shorts. Wow that was bad but not the worst.

I am no graceful swan. Anyone that knows me in real life knows that. I fall, trip and stumble more than anyone I know. Could my most embarrassing moment have to do with that? In high school I fell more than once. The first time I was looking at a boy I thought was cute and tripped backwards over a tree root landing on my butt in a mud puddle. That was bad. Then a few years later I was walking to school on the last day of school and tripped right in front of the school. I landed in the street and ended up with a broken hand. In college I fell down the second half of a flight of stairs in front of a crowd of frat boys. I only stopped falling when I hit a wall. One time I tripped in the dining hall and ended up throwing my tray full of food some number of feet onto another person. Yeah those are bad but not the worst.

I have been walked in on in the shower, on the toilet and "in bed". I have walked out of bathrooms with skirts tucked in my panties. I have had my shirt catch on a desk and come unbuttoned. I have had a "friend" take a poll at a party as to get the popular opinion on me having sex. I vomited on everything in a 2 door bathroom during a party when no one would get out of my way (then I continued out to the street to continue my display in the gutter). I had the police show up at my work because I forgot the alarm code and set it off. Still not the worst.

During college I had a job I loved with people I am still friends with. Part of my job was what I considered a perk. I got to drive an electric golf cart. My second year at the same job they got a brand new state of the art cart. The thing was a pain to turn but it was nice. One spring day I was driving a student with a broken leg to class and went to make a turn. When I turned the wheel the steering wheel came off in my hands. When I looked up shocked the student I was driving laughed. He got out and made some comment about having to walk from there. When I looked I noticed at that exact moment an ambassador was giving a tour. They had stepped off onto the grass so I could pass and the WHOLE crowd saw what had happened. If that wasnt the worst part that came when I had to walk back to the office and tell my boss what happened to the brand new cart by handing her the steering wheel and telling her that we needed to cancel all rides for the day. I wanted to die. Then she made me walk her to where I had to leave the cart and explain again exactly what happened. It just so happened that this coincided with classes getting out so I once again had a crowd. Yep I think that takes the cake.


remember if I get:

30 followers= horrible dating moment
50 followers= will publish all the posts I have written and not published and man are they juicy

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Followers

I have 9 wonderful followers. I want more. So here is the deal.

If I get:

20 followers= most embarrassing moment
30 followers= horrible dating moment
50 followers= will publish all the posts I have written and not published and man are they juicy