This visit to the EB was a check swing...
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Saturday, April 7, 2012
This had me crying I was laughing so hard
This post by Jenny from the Blog at Suburbanjungle.com is so hilarious, that I almost shot coffee out my nose while reading it this morning. It is titled "Moms of Boys Are Jealous Shrews, So Here's a Contract for Your Son's Future Wife" click here for laughter
But really, she's kind of right...
But really, she's kind of right...
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Adventures in San Fran
A few weeks ago, Laney and I took a girls only trip to San Francisco to help host a baby shower for Jessica and baby Erik. We flew there on Pop Pop's plane with a number of ladies, and proceeded straightfrom the airport shuttle to the shopping district. Champagne was flowing all day, and a good time was had by all as we stopped by Macy's to help revive the economy via the shoe and handbag department. Then we traipsed into the Rotunda in Nieman-Marcus under the auspices of having tea, but ended up with more champagne {what a travesty!} We called for our Uber Cab to pick us up from Union Square and one arrived a few minutes later. Uber Cab is an upscale cab company in SF that uses Lincoln Towncars and a smartphone app to locate drivers and send them to the address you text them. Our well dressed driver loaded up the trunk with our purchases and Laney's stroller and off we went.
The drive went smoothly for about 1 block, and then I saw a wisp of something to my left. My first thought was "is Grammy smoking?" Then I realized that the smoke was not coming from my grandmother {who had Laney on her lap}, but from the ceiling of the cab. It really began pouring into the back of the cab and I leaned over to our driver and announced, "Excuse me sir, but I think your cab is on fire."
He deftly manuevered to the curb and leapt from the front door, much to the chagrin of the other passengers who were beginning to panic because he had not unlocked our doors. Joy and Shelley began to look like a pair of chickens seated to my left and right as theiy furiously worked the door handles attemping to release us from the death trap as it continued to pour acrid smelling smoke onto us. Just as I was getting ready to pitch Laney through the driver's door, he came to his senses and unlocked the car. We hopped out and grabbed our stuff from the trunk. The driver fiddled with the passenger light bar above the door for a few minutes, and announced that the car was fixed and we could get back in.
No, thank you, we all replied. We will just call another cab! We ended up with a really nice driver named Bebe and no further incidents on the ride to the hotel. I had Laney call Patrick after we checked into our room, and she announced to him that "the trip was fun and the taxi was on fire." The phone was quickly handed back to me as Patrick needed to talk to mommy, curious about Laney's remark. Laney was getting quite a lesson about life in a big city.
We had some appetizers and cocktails with a large contingent of guests who had just arrived in SF for the shower, and headed up the street for a yummy dinner at a local spot that Jess and Gav like. Laney was so well behaved, and nodded off cuddled in my lap during dinner. We snuggled together in a queen bed that night and slept like champs without Liam to interrupt us.
Saturday was the day of the shower, and it went perfectly. Bebe picked us up again and helped us to unload all of our goods in the pouring rain and haul them into the restaurant. Gigi, Shesh, Kelly Terry-Lloyd and I set up the tables in record time and the guests began to arrive shortly. Laney played iPad and helped Jessica open her gifts. Everyone kept remarking how well behaved she was. I was so pleased with the Bug. I had her take a nap after that so she could stay awake for our late dinner at Andalu. Laney behaved beautifully at dinner and I inadvertently allowed her to stay up until 11:30 while we had a pj party with Nancy, Shesh, and Linda. All I can say is, there was no clock in our room, and Laney was busy doing cartwheels and somersaults around the room. At least she slept in the next day.
On a humorous note, when we arrived back at the hotel suite after the shower, Gigi, Shesh, and I all decided to get more comfy and change clothes. As I was getting Laney's clothes from the bedroom, I heard Gigi announce to her that she was going to do a strip tease! I headed back to the sitting room to find Gigi removing her bra from under her dress and twirling it around her finger as she got Laney to hum a sultry tune with her! Hope Laney doesn't break that term out at preschool any time soon. Also, on the way to dinner we caught a regular old cab. The driver wanted to know where we were from and when we told him SD he said that he loved that movie Anchor. We didn't know what he was talking about until he said, "I love that Ron!" We determined that he was talking about Anchorman with Will Ferrell. Then the driver asked us if the movie was based on a true story...I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing at him. I guess the fact that he was foreign made the movie confusing, but I wonder if he really thinks San Diego is German for a whales va-jay-jay...
We had a fantastic weekend, and I couldn't believe how easy it was to travel with just one kid. Liam and Patrick had a great guy's weekend too. Patrick and I were reminded how important it was to give each of our kids some one-on-one time. We also were excited to think to the future and being able to travel after Liam turns 3!
The drive went smoothly for about 1 block, and then I saw a wisp of something to my left. My first thought was "is Grammy smoking?" Then I realized that the smoke was not coming from my grandmother {who had Laney on her lap}, but from the ceiling of the cab. It really began pouring into the back of the cab and I leaned over to our driver and announced, "Excuse me sir, but I think your cab is on fire."
He deftly manuevered to the curb and leapt from the front door, much to the chagrin of the other passengers who were beginning to panic because he had not unlocked our doors. Joy and Shelley began to look like a pair of chickens seated to my left and right as theiy furiously worked the door handles attemping to release us from the death trap as it continued to pour acrid smelling smoke onto us. Just as I was getting ready to pitch Laney through the driver's door, he came to his senses and unlocked the car. We hopped out and grabbed our stuff from the trunk. The driver fiddled with the passenger light bar above the door for a few minutes, and announced that the car was fixed and we could get back in.
No, thank you, we all replied. We will just call another cab! We ended up with a really nice driver named Bebe and no further incidents on the ride to the hotel. I had Laney call Patrick after we checked into our room, and she announced to him that "the trip was fun and the taxi was on fire." The phone was quickly handed back to me as Patrick needed to talk to mommy, curious about Laney's remark. Laney was getting quite a lesson about life in a big city.
We had some appetizers and cocktails with a large contingent of guests who had just arrived in SF for the shower, and headed up the street for a yummy dinner at a local spot that Jess and Gav like. Laney was so well behaved, and nodded off cuddled in my lap during dinner. We snuggled together in a queen bed that night and slept like champs without Liam to interrupt us.
Saturday was the day of the shower, and it went perfectly. Bebe picked us up again and helped us to unload all of our goods in the pouring rain and haul them into the restaurant. Gigi, Shesh, Kelly Terry-Lloyd and I set up the tables in record time and the guests began to arrive shortly. Laney played iPad and helped Jessica open her gifts. Everyone kept remarking how well behaved she was. I was so pleased with the Bug. I had her take a nap after that so she could stay awake for our late dinner at Andalu. Laney behaved beautifully at dinner and I inadvertently allowed her to stay up until 11:30 while we had a pj party with Nancy, Shesh, and Linda. All I can say is, there was no clock in our room, and Laney was busy doing cartwheels and somersaults around the room. At least she slept in the next day.
On a humorous note, when we arrived back at the hotel suite after the shower, Gigi, Shesh, and I all decided to get more comfy and change clothes. As I was getting Laney's clothes from the bedroom, I heard Gigi announce to her that she was going to do a strip tease! I headed back to the sitting room to find Gigi removing her bra from under her dress and twirling it around her finger as she got Laney to hum a sultry tune with her! Hope Laney doesn't break that term out at preschool any time soon. Also, on the way to dinner we caught a regular old cab. The driver wanted to know where we were from and when we told him SD he said that he loved that movie Anchor. We didn't know what he was talking about until he said, "I love that Ron!" We determined that he was talking about Anchorman with Will Ferrell. Then the driver asked us if the movie was based on a true story...I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing at him. I guess the fact that he was foreign made the movie confusing, but I wonder if he really thinks San Diego is German for a whales va-jay-jay...
We had a fantastic weekend, and I couldn't believe how easy it was to travel with just one kid. Liam and Patrick had a great guy's weekend too. Patrick and I were reminded how important it was to give each of our kids some one-on-one time. We also were excited to think to the future and being able to travel after Liam turns 3!
Thanks Mrs. B!
Liam had an AMAZINGLY awful diaper rash last week. It was so bad that even touching his little tush with a wet paper towel would make him shake with pain and screech like a banshee. His bottom was super inflamed and he was needless to say, in a VERY foul mood.
I ended up taking his diaper off of him at Shesh's house and letting him wander the yard in a sweatshirt and sandals for 2 hours. He was happy as could be outside half nude, and found it very amusing to watch himself pee on the decking, giggling at his arching stream. That helped his butt a little, but the real fix was a suggestion once given to me by the wise Mrs. Michele Burke.
A & D diaper cream
Thank God she told me to use it! Officially, I was raised in a Desitin house, and am pretty brand loyal to it. However, when I smeared a blob of it on Liam's rashy backside this time, he screamed as though I was pinching him. A light bulb came on over my head as I remembered Auntie Shel's sage advice:
cover him in A & D before you use the Desitin.
Wow did that work like a charm! A few hours after beginning the A & D regimen, and he would let me gently wipe him with a wipee. 24 hours and a whole tube of A & D later, his bottom was back in prime condition.
Thanks for the advice! Got any more tips for me?
I ended up taking his diaper off of him at Shesh's house and letting him wander the yard in a sweatshirt and sandals for 2 hours. He was happy as could be outside half nude, and found it very amusing to watch himself pee on the decking, giggling at his arching stream. That helped his butt a little, but the real fix was a suggestion once given to me by the wise Mrs. Michele Burke.
A & D diaper cream
Thank God she told me to use it! Officially, I was raised in a Desitin house, and am pretty brand loyal to it. However, when I smeared a blob of it on Liam's rashy backside this time, he screamed as though I was pinching him. A light bulb came on over my head as I remembered Auntie Shel's sage advice:
cover him in A & D before you use the Desitin.
Wow did that work like a charm! A few hours after beginning the A & D regimen, and he would let me gently wipe him with a wipee. 24 hours and a whole tube of A & D later, his bottom was back in prime condition.
Thanks for the advice! Got any more tips for me?
Friday, March 30, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Liam "Gene Simmons" Miller
My little rock star, sticking his tongue out all morning. Guess I will download some KISS for him this afternoon.
We only have 2 kids, and we like it that way!
Why is everyone so worried about how many kids you are or are not going to have? I really can't fathom why anyone is interested to know (besides my family and close friends) or why they need to know whether we will or will not have more children. Why do strangers and acquaintances NEED to know about your procreation plans. It seems like every other conversation I have these days contains one of the two following scenarios:
Scenario 1:
"How many kids do you have? {me} I have 2, a boy and a girl. Oh, you got a boy and a girl! Now you are done!!!
Scenario 2:
How many kids do you have? {me} I have 2, a boy and a girl. How many more are you going to have? {me} None. Really none? {me} Yes, really, we are done at two. Oh that's too bad, you should really have 3.
As for scenario 1, I am tired of people acting like my only goal in having kids was to have one of each so that they would be a matched set, like salt and pepper shakers. The notion that we were done having kids just because we have one of each sex is ridiculous. We were done having children because taking care of 2 is hard, and I don't feel equipped to care for 3. Regardless of whether we had 2 girls or 2 boys, we would be done having children because we just don't feel like we need any more! Do we really need to explain it? Still, I just politely say "exactly!" and walk away, because is it really worth explaining to the checker at Albertsons?
As for scenario 2, I end up feeling like I have to defend my decision to only have 2 children. There is really nothing to defend. It is our right and choice to have ONLY 2 children. There is no rule that says we must have 3, yet people seem so disappointed and dismayed when we tell them that there are going to be no more Millers made in this house. To get the point across that Patrick and I are serious about only having 2, we even tell people that he had a vasectomy. The most common response: "Oh don't worry, you can reverse those quite easily." I'm telling you people {that was for you mom!} that no one in this house is getting anything reversed. Why would Patrick have had his little guys worked on if he was just going to undo that mess later?
Patrick and I have discussed this topic from an emotional and financial standpoint and have drawn the following conclusions:
And our main reason: our family feels perfect the way it is. We like it like this. We are comfortable with our choices and wish you could be too.
Scenario 1:
"How many kids do you have? {me} I have 2, a boy and a girl. Oh, you got a boy and a girl! Now you are done!!!
Scenario 2:
How many kids do you have? {me} I have 2, a boy and a girl. How many more are you going to have? {me} None. Really none? {me} Yes, really, we are done at two. Oh that's too bad, you should really have 3.
As for scenario 1, I am tired of people acting like my only goal in having kids was to have one of each so that they would be a matched set, like salt and pepper shakers. The notion that we were done having kids just because we have one of each sex is ridiculous. We were done having children because taking care of 2 is hard, and I don't feel equipped to care for 3. Regardless of whether we had 2 girls or 2 boys, we would be done having children because we just don't feel like we need any more! Do we really need to explain it? Still, I just politely say "exactly!" and walk away, because is it really worth explaining to the checker at Albertsons?
As for scenario 2, I end up feeling like I have to defend my decision to only have 2 children. There is really nothing to defend. It is our right and choice to have ONLY 2 children. There is no rule that says we must have 3, yet people seem so disappointed and dismayed when we tell them that there are going to be no more Millers made in this house. To get the point across that Patrick and I are serious about only having 2, we even tell people that he had a vasectomy. The most common response: "Oh don't worry, you can reverse those quite easily." I'm telling you people {that was for you mom!} that no one in this house is getting anything reversed. Why would Patrick have had his little guys worked on if he was just going to undo that mess later?
Patrick and I have discussed this topic from an emotional and financial standpoint and have drawn the following conclusions:
- We can give a better life to 2 children than we can to 3
- No one will ever have to ride alone on a roller coaster (that was Patrick's idea)
- Everyone will have a vacation buddy (spa for the girls, man stuff for the boys)
- We can easily split the kids up for man-to-man coverage in care taking, homework, driving to sports, etc.
- We can start traveling that much sooner with them with no new baby in the picture
- We were so tired from raising newborn Liam at ages 33 and 36. How tired would we be at 36 at 39? Would we even survive that?
- As a person who suffers from Bipolar Depression Type 2 (not the super crazy kind, but the mood swing kind), I just don't think it would be beneficial to my mental health to attempt to wrangle 3 kids daily; 2 is just plain hard enough
- I am not interested in ever being pregnant again. Ever.
And our main reason: our family feels perfect the way it is. We like it like this. We are comfortable with our choices and wish you could be too.
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