Sunday, January 31, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
There are some standard things you need in Houston to survive:
- swimming pool in your backyard or neighborhood
- security system
- mosquito spray
None of these thing we need (or even have) here in Durango. But the things I do need here, I really, really need. As we have hit the winter months head on, I began thinking about the things I use here daily. Things I wouldn't need in Houston. (And, unfortunately, I'm not getting a kick-back or any freebies. I just love these things that much.)
Ice spikes for my boots.
Yeah, it's not enough to just have snow boots, I actually have to put spikes on them to keep myself upright. I didn't have them on the other day as I was walking to the mailbox and I fell flat on my face. Flat as in: totally spread-eagle-on-my stomach-flat. (Yes, Mom, I'm fine; which is why I didn't tell you about it.) The ice spikes aren't coming off my boots til summer. (not spring. summer.)
This stuff is a-ma-zing.
I coat my face with this before we go skiing. Yep, sunscreen to go skiing. You're that much closer to the sun, plus the sun reflects off the snow. Makes summer in Houston look like Seattle.
My $.97 spa treatment.
My hands haven't been this dry since I was washing them every 5-seconds when the babies came home from the NICU. You know it's bad when your hands burn after lotion. Thanks to this little wonder, I don't feel (and look) like I'm moulting anymore.
I'm saying "Yes!"
Y'all know I could care less if something is organic or not, and I actually got this because it was free with a purchase at Walgreen's, but oh my goodness, this stuff is good. The best part: JR will put this one on! Jason and I were laughing that a tube of Chapstick would last us a year in Houston. We go through one a month now.
And, no, I can't pick which one I would take with me if I was stranded on a deserted Durango snow covered island. And, yes, I'm well aware I would so not have made it as a pioneer woman!
Monday, January 25, 2010
*A disclaimer to my title: They were actually being still and quiet when I snapped this picture. Although as soon as they heard the click of the camera they looked over at me, jumped off the couch, and started running around the house again. So in actuality, they were probably only still for a minute...tops.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
JR started fussing at me as soon as he got off the bus about why I didn't bring the car to get him. I said, "JR! I can't even get it out of the driveway!" Our sweet neighbors came and snowblowed the driveway last night...before another foot piled up. At least that'll make it easier for Jason when he finally does get home.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
The Texans are probably thinking,
"Well, JR's probably sweating in that big coat" being that it was in the 70's in Houston today. But you Snowbirds know. Um-hum, JR didn't put his pants back on after P.E. (You can see he's holding them in his arms). So on a day it snowed 3-4 inches this morning, my child gets off the bus in shorts! (Yes, I gasped when I saw him.) We also had to stop right there and put on his snow boots or he'd have never made it home. I'm learning so many things about this Colorado lifestyle. And one of those lessons: It's too hard to do P.E. in snow pants, so you need to wear shorts/other pants underneath the snow pants on P.E. days. Poor thing, he's like a walking boutique: hat, gloves, coat, shorts under his clothes, and tennis shoes in his backpack. (The Texas days of going to school in shorts and T-shirts sure were easier!)
We ran into some neighbors on our walk/sled home and stopped to talk. As we were talking I noticed JR's outfit and made sure to clarify, "I promise I didn't send him to school that way!"
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Now I know you saw us at Hobby Lobby. My favorite part was when the manager had to chase after Kyle when they went running down separate aisles. That was almost as fun as waiting in line at the framing counter behind the woman who was taking her sweet time as my kids screamed at the top of their lungs. Didn't you love those dirty looks she was giving me? They were almost as good as the eye-rolling I was doing over all the ridiculous "art" she was having framed.
And you must have spotted us on the ride home when Kyle refused to take a nap, or when he woke Reed up trying to dig a toy out of his car seat.
Yep, I'm quite sure you saw me today!
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
I've been bummed the last few days because I finally had to admit the house plant Jason's company sent us as a welcome present this time last year is dead. No amount of pretending it was alive or filling up the Aqua Globe (which I'm not exactly sure really work) was going to bring it back. So with my green thumb humiliated, it was thrilled to see how great it was at growing grass seeds. JR got this little snowman in his stocking...sorta like a Chia Pet except you grow the "hair" and then give it haircuts. We're always trying to find things JR is good at, so why not give cosmetology a whirl?
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Jason was absurdly calm when I called him, so my next call was to the person I knew would have the exact reaction I was looking for: my mom. I can always count on my mom for just the right amount of dramatics, poor "whoever is hurt", and of course my favorite, poor Jan.
With Jason still calm as could be, and knowing he thinks I tend to overreact, I sent him a picture of the situation as we sat in the ER. Reed was lying on my chest as Kyle sat on my knee and we were both petting his back. (The picture is just too sad to post.) By the time we got to a room, Reed was feeling better, and Kyle tried to make him laugh by playing "Night!Night!" on the bed.
Which seemed to do the trick, because in no time at all they were trying to destroy the room and playing chase up and down the hall. Praise the Lord he's fine, and no stitches. I don't even want to think of what he could have done to himself.
So here are some pictures from the hospital. His face looks bad, but at least he's smiling.
As for the person in this house who's even more dramatic than me, he spent the rest of the day shielding his eyes and crying, "I can't even look at him! I can't even look at him!"
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
I was so excited. 45 minutes all to myself!
I couldn't wait to shop in all the neat decorative stores here on Main Street that I never get to go in because:
A. our double stroller won't fit in these stores since they're so loaded down with fabulousnesses
B. I could never afford to pay for all the breakages of said fabulousnesses if I was to let the babies go in without being strapped down in a stroller.
So off I headed down Main Street, ready to shop. And then, just like that, my excitement was again gone. Seems everything here in Durango opens at 10 AM. And the babies class? Yep, it's over at 9:45.
Today was our second week of class. I did a little window shopping (since that's still as close as I can get) and the babies had a great time. So great, in fact, that Reed screamed "Mine! Mine!" the whole time I was making them leave. (I'm assuming the 'Mine' was as in: "That's my class and I don't want to leave!") I finally got them both in the car and made the mistake of buckling Kyle in first. Reed took this as his opportunity to leap from his car seat to the driver's seat. I guess he figured he'd make a break for it and drive us back inside the building! Apparently attempted kidnapping/grand theft auto means Reed really likes the class.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Look At My Kids Eat Fruit
You'll notice one of my kids is still nowhere to be found in fruit pictures, hence the excitement and need to take pictures of the other two. That, and I think this documentation will help get me out of jail when CPS comes to take me away after JR is diagnosed with scurvy.
Kyle and Reed love tangerines and will eat about 2 each a day. Of course they can't say "tangerine" or even "orange", but are quick to squeal for a "ball-ball" when they feel the need for citrus. Look at Reed, so talented...able to say "Cheese" and eat at the same time. You'll also notice (especially you, CPS worker,) on Kyle's high chair that they were also eating an apple that day. Yeah me!
In "JR still won't eat anything healthy news": He did make a teeny-tiny baby step the other night as he tried strawberry milk. We were having a "milk tasting" at Cub Scouts (I know it sounds ridiculous, but it turned out to be really fun) and first up was strawberry milk. We didn't tell them what kind of milk it was before they tasted it, but as soon as JR saw it was pink he started holding his throat and acting like he was gagging. I did my best to just ignore him, thinking we were about to have a huge scene. But he actually tried it, and actually liked it. Baby steps. Baby steps. (And in case you were wondering, lactose free milk was far and away the kids' favorite. Who would've thought?)
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Actually I was trying to sew Cub Scout patches at a fast and furious pace. I promised JR I'd have his patches sewn on before his next meeting. And that next meeting...
Nothing like waiting til the last minute. (And no, mom, I couldn't just hot glue them on.)
Sure there's not a shimmer of glitter to be found in this house, and I'm the only one with a flair for jazz hands, but I'm quite convinced that the Cub Scout uniform is the boy mom's princess costume. Seriously, what could be cuter?!
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Speaking of boys vs girls, we're back to our normal routine which means Tiny Tots is back in the mix. I switched their Tots day from Wednesday to Tuesday and was fairly certain I'd made a monumental mistake when we walked into a gym full of girls. I immediately thought, "Uh-oh. There's going to be a whole bunch of paying attention, taking turns, and following directions going on here. Not sure this is going to work for us." But surprisingly, they did pretty good. Of course after seeing them in a class full of girls my dreams of them being gymnastic prodigies have been shattered. But other than that, I think there was lots of "taking turns" going on. The girls happily took turns while the boys cut right in front of them and did what they pleased.