no catchy titles here

I was doing so good with my blogging.  A new post every day.  Some with pictures, some crazy stories, some with no meaning at all.  But like we have heard before, "all good things must come to an end."  And so is true with my blogging.  I just can't seem to find anything in the last few days that is truly "blogworthy."  So, here's to next week.  Let's hope it turns out to be a little more interesting. (but not too interesting.  wouldn't want people to be jealous of all the fabulousness.)

in the middle of the night

I was fortunate enough last night to have my 6 year old daughter, Makayla, wake me up some where around the 2:00 time period.  Why you may ask?  Let's just get right to that.... 

"Mom. I'm scared to go back to bed."  

"Why Makayla?" 

"Because there's some one in our house."  

"What!  Why do you think there is some one in our house?"  

"Because, some one farted in my room." 

"What?!"  

"Some one farted in my room, and it wasn't me!  Really, I heard it."   

"Makayla, go back to bed.  Now!"

he ate what??

This next blog entry is truly news worthy!!!!!  For those who don't know, my almost 3 year old son Gavin does not eat what I like to call "people food."  He lives on yogurt and cold cereal.  Once a month, maybe a piece of fruit.  Sometimes pretzels, graham crackers, or gold fish, but THAT IS IT! He's never had meat,  or bread, and vegetables only a few times when he was a baby.  His eating habits seriously suck!!  And believe me, I have done everything I can think of to get him to eat, but he won't even give food a try. Until last night that is.  In a strange turn of events, Gavin sat down to the plate of food I served him, (I always give him a plate "just in case") and............ wait for it................. he ate chicken!!  He ate chicken I said!!!  It was completely unexpected, uncoerced, and made my entire week!  Not only did he eat the pieces I cut up for him, but he wanted a whole piece for himself, just like a good little carnivore.  Um, yes I got pictures.  This was most definitely an event I want documented!  I feel like I can breathe a sigh of relief, my son is capable of eating like a human being.  Fingers crossed for our next meal, lets hope he doesn't forget how great it was!

Jumping Jacks

I am trying to work out lately, eat right, and all that good stuff, since summer and all that it has to offer (namely swim suits) seems to be in my very near future.  Oh winter laziness, comfort food, and layered clothing, you were not kind to my....... *ahem*.  This brings us to last night.  My day was very busy, Target, working in Makayla's class, doctor appointment, Target again.  I had no time to burn any of the those pesky calories waiting to turn into fat cells and subsequently dimples on my rear.  I read online that doing about 780 jumping jacks should burn 100 calories.  I was up for the challenge.  I tucked my kiddos in bed for the night, turned on the Kardashians, and started the jumping.  The first 50 flew by.  The second 50, well I wouldn't say they flew, but they did leave me with this incredible feeling that I may indeed pee my pants at any moment.  Took a bathroom break.  Started jumping.  Had to pee.  Almost peed.  Squeezed to hold in my pee so hard I am now doing kegals with my jumping  jacks. ( 2 birds 1 stone right?) Arms are sore, thighs are sore, (witch I love because that means they are getting worked), calves are hurting.  Uh-oh, calves are getting tight.... seizing.... cramping..... I think 300 jumping jacks is plenty.  At least it felt like I burned a million calories!   We'll just pretend I did.  Tomorrow, back to walking, that doesn't make me have to pee my pants!!

Santa Cruz

On Saturday we were able to spend the day in Santa Cruz with Mike and Melissa Parker (that was weird to write), and no kids!!  I was afraid I wouldn't be able to go since I was sick the day before, but I made a miraculous recovery.  I guess the beach will do that to a person.

 We started our day in Capitola,  my most favorite place to be.  And a trip to Capitola would not be complete without shopping at Panache.  It's a local lotion and body store for those who aren't fortunate enough to know.  I stocked up on my fav, vanilla mango tango, and the boys even found something they enjoyed.  It's called Man Hands, pretty much just your average exfoliating scrub, but its the "manly" name that sold them.  Jason's new favorite phrase.... "feel how soft."  Sure babe, very "manly!"

The all day ride pass for the boardwalk..... now there's a story.  How is it that my husband always seems to be singled out as the one most likely to; buy a $30 all day ride pass for $10 from some shady character covered in who knows why tatoos behind a building  in cash only and watch out because there's a security guard watching.  Needless to say, we got a dang good deal and had a ton of fun.  Once we were sure we weren't being followed. :)

ummm, fighting while on the swing ride?? Your guess is as good as mine.  I think they might still be 12.

Oh the Shadowbrook restaurant.  If you have never been, go!  It's the most beautiful restaurant, and the food is always awesome. We go when ever we are in Capitola, usually covered in sun and sand, while the other dinners obviously got dressed for the occasion.   And no, the order of my pictures is not off.  We went to Capitola, the boardwalk, then back to Capitola.  What can I say, when there are no kids with us I tend to do crazy things. (ooh, so crazy)  Our day was so fun that we decided not to end it until 2:00 the next morning.... needless to say, Sunday was most definitely a nap day!

FRIENDS

So, we may not be so glamorous, live in New York, or have every line of our lives scripted out out for us, but I have to admit...... I have some pretty amazing friends!!!!!!

It just makes sense... right?

When my kids are hungry we go to the kitchen, get some food, and they eat it.  The result? Not hungry any more.  When they are bored, I send them to get a toy.  When they are tired, they go to bed.  When Gavin has to go pee I tell him to go to the bathroom..... no Gavin, not in your underwear, I said to the bathroom... no Gavin, not on the tile, go to the toilet.  No Gavin, that's not the toilet that's the lawn.... seriously?!! I hate potty training!!!  I feel like I'm being "punk'd" with this whole process.  It's really not that complex.  I'm not asking the 2 year old to perform brain surgery, just simply walk to the bathroom and sit on the toilet when you've got to go.  It makes sense to me!