Archives for March 2008
The Difference Between Maile and Laina
Maile wakes up begging for candy (leftover from Owen’s birthday party) in the morning. I say no. She whines. And we repeat this process until lunch time when she is permitted to indulge.
Laina comes walking out of her room with a starburst taking up most of the room in her mouth and a look on her face that says “hey, what’s up mom!?! what have we got planned for today??” Like eating candy first thing in the morning is perfectly normal and it never crossed her mind I might have a problem with such a thing.
And I didn’t. Why is it different when they just dig right in instead of giving you the power of veto??
And why am I suddenly using vocab. from the Big Brother house??
Wacko Jacko
After yesterdays mishap with the diaper (read below) I decided to start recording my “soccer mom absent minded mishaps”.
This morning I have alredy attempted to brush my teeth with tanning lotion. No worries, it didn’t actually make it to my mouth.
And then I fell down the stairs with two bowls of last nights dinner.
It hurt.
I started to cry.
It still hurts.
It’s not even 8:30 am yet.
In other news, Kainoa has been sleeping from 8 pm to 8 am consistently now. That makes up for his little rant yesterday.
I still love him.
Kainoa Is Alive And Well!!!
Everyone here is alive and well!!!
Yes.
EVEN KAINOA!!!!!!!
Woo hoo.
He usually wakes up from his morning nap around 11 and then goes back down between 12:30 and 1:00.
Today, instead of going down like a good boy at 1, Kainoa screamed for two hours. I finally got him to fall asleep at 2:45, which left me with a whopping 15 minute break. As much fun as THAT was, I am thrilled that I made it through without hurting a hair on his sweet little baby butt.
I think a congratulations is in order.
And in other news, I changed his diaper about 10 minutes ago only to discover he had two on. Mmmm-hmmmm. TWO diapers. Which means I somehow managed to undress him, wipe him down, wrap a diaper around him and then grab for ANOTHER diaper, stick it OVER his fresh diaper, and then re-wrap again. Either that or I didn’t bother changing the original diaper and just stuck a fresh one over top the dirty one.
No wonder he hates me so much today.
That’s How We Roll
I took the girls to the zoo yesterday thinking if they missed their naps they could go to bed EXTRA early. We sure had fun, but they fell asleep on the way home and when I pulled into the driveway and turned off the car I started to feel a bit drowsy myself. I think the three of us sat in the car and slept for 30 to 40 minutes. Would have made for an interesting sight if I do say so myself.
And they still went to bed late.
A Day In The Life
I took the girls to the mall with me this past Sunday for a quick errand run. And by “errand run” I mean I thought the girls would enjoy a little outing to go buy a cute top I saw. I lucked out and got a great parking spot right in front of Johnny Rockets, and any avid shopper knows the closer you can park to Johnny Rockets the better. I could tell it was going to be a great day. The girls ran down the mall jumping on colored Easter eggs that lead us to the Easter bunny and I happily followed, stopping only to converse with an old friend I happened to run into. Maile and Laina waved timidly at the Easter bunny and we continued to Nordstroms, the destination of that cute top.
We attempted to use the escalator, but Laina was in a stroller and Maile’s intense fear of escalators caused a back up of…oh…I’d say fifteen patrons waiting behind us. Maile was at a stalemate with our friend the escalator and would not budge. She didn’t have the nerve to take that first step, but she didn’t want to walk away. Upon the realization that we were not going to move for AT LEAST twenty minutes and that the people behind us were not finding this nearly as cute as I did my face turned a deep shade of red and I managed to pry Maile from her nemesis whilst maneuvering the stroller around to allow people to continue along their way. At this point Maile stopped dead in her tracks with a look that said “if you make one more wrong move I am going to lose it right here, right now.”
I decided we needed a break. After some sweet talk and hugs…and promises of a milkshake at Johnny Rockets we proceeded to the elevator.
Fast forward 25 minutes, the top was bought and we are finishing up lunch at Johnny Rockets. The girls are clearly tired and I can’t WAIT to get out of the mall. I’ve hit the wall. We’re ALL ready to go home. I started the car from inside the mall with this neat little toy we got installed and soon the girls were strapped into their carseats. As I pushed the stroller around to load into the trunk I smiled to myself as I thought about all the people who would soon be racing to take my great spot.
Rats.
The trunk was locked.
Pause. Wait. Pause. No.
Pause. F WORD.
My car was running. Warmed up and ready to go. My kids safely inside along with my keys and my phone.
Lovely.
I start talking to Maile through the window. “Listen, Maile, can you listen to Mommy?? I need you to get out of your seat…OUT OF YOUR SEAT…can you climb out!?! What!?! No, Clliimmbb.”
Maile looks amused and slightly distracted as My Little Pony’s is playing in the DVD player.
“CAN YOU TAKE OFF THE STRAPS…LIKE THIS…SEE, GET YOUR ARMS OUT.”
Still distracted.
I move down to Laina.
“Laina, listen to Mommy, I can’t get in! The doors are locked, see!! You need to climb OUT, can you climb out for Mommy!?!”
Laina is enjoying the opportunity to talk to me through the window of the car and and would like to take this moment to discuss her shoe that has come loose and is falling off her foot.
“Excuse me Maam??? Would you like to use my phone??” Two concerned women stopped to help me, but I had no idea what to do. It would take Pat AT LEAST 25 minutes to get to where we were so the nice ladies went inside to get mall security. I thanked them when they came back and after telling me their own personal stories about a similar experience they sympathized and were on their way.
As security man worked on jimmying my door lock I worked on Maile and Laina. At this point the van had turned off and I was no longer competing with the movie for attention. Maile and Laina both were able to free their arms from their straps and it was just a matter of shimmying their little legs out of the seats. I knew they could do it, but every time they gave a somewhat decent effort they would give up, slouch over and refuse to look at me for further instruction.
The mall security was having NO luck with the door, the car alarm had been set off about three times, women were coming out of the wood work to tell me their stories, and men were lining up for a chance to jimmy my lock the “right way”. Eventually I saw cop lights weaving their way through the parking and to the aid of a slightly worried and extremely mortified soccer mom. After he blocked off the entire entrance to that area of the parking lot (because we can’t have people trying to park their cars when clearly we have a serious situation) the police officer emerged with a confident stride. He took the metal rod from the silly mall security man, bent it slightly while asking me some necessary questions, and three minutes later my keys were in my hands.
Dear God. The show is over everyone. I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could, but when I realized how warm the van was I got the girls out to remove their jackets. Poor Laina had really worked up a sweat. I felt really bad for them, but also a little disapointed in their survival skills. I learned that day that my kids will never be those kids you see on tv who call 911 when their mom is unresponsive, or guide their car to safety when their dad has a heart attack. My kids are the ones who follow the stranger from the playground when he offers them candy or go riding into traffic without their helmets on.
When we finally got home I put them in bed and tried on my cute new top.
It is really cute.
And then I got the stomach flu which really was not fun…but at least I looked cute.
Please enjoy the following pictures of the girls at the beach:
And now feel sorry for the girls as they both came down with the stomach flu after me:
Laina Looks Purty
Looks like Laina freshened up a bit in the power room before coming downstairs the other morning. What you don’t hear is Maile saying “’cause she wants to be like me” every time I ask Laina why she got into my lipstick. What I love about the video is how she continues to pout her lips out while she’s talking. God my daughter’s cute! It’s short. Do enjoy.