Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Things that Boggle the Mind

I'm sorry I'm so boring lately.  I really don't have a lot going on in my life, and don't know if I wish for something to happen or not as God seems to be an equal opportunity type of Guy when it comes to good or bad blessings.  I'm not even sure if it's appropriate to call God a Guy.  Even if it's capitalized?  Anyway, we celebrated Ava's birthday recently.  Brig took pics on his iphone but I haven't had the chance to badger him to upload them to iphoto.  So I guess there's that.

Also we are the house of ill lately.  Colds and stomach bugs galore.  On Monday I was hit.  I slept for a lot of the day while Brig did dishes and got food for the girls.  I was grateful for that.  He really is a great guy.  And easy on the eyes as well which is always a bonus ;)  I was hoping I had just had some turkey gone bad, but this morning as Ava was getting ready for school she threw up.  It's now that you begin to look at your kids as ticking time bombs.  When will the next one go off?  Let's wonder together.  As we speak Ava is lying on the floor wrapped up in her Daddy's Raider blanket.  Poor thing.

Brielle is really into the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on Disney channel.  She gets irate if it is not on when she wants it on.  I was watching it today wondering what type of animal Goofy is?  My first thought was dog, but he can't be a dog because Pluto is a dog and Pluto is on all fours and can only bark, while Goofy is bipedal and talks like a dope.  Well, maybe he's a cow, I thought.  After all he seems to be hot for that Annabelle and she's a cow.  So I googled it, and guess what?  He IS a dog!  What?  Do you know how confusing that is?  What happened to Goofy that he gained the ability of speech while Pluto has to express his motives through barks and tail wags?  And then there is his attraction to Annabelle.  A dog and a cow?  Well I guess anything is possible in this brave new world Walt Disney created.

I started a seasonal job at a retailer that rhymes with boys tar cuss.  I thought it would be nice to have some cash for the holidays.  Everyone in that place looks like they're twelve.  I'm telling you kids...this is the reason you stay in school.  Get your degree, don't be like me.  It is kind of fun seeing all the toys though.  I worked Black Friday and as would be expected it was nuts.  Also fun because it went so fast.  I didn't have to be on a register and it was nice to be out on the floor instead.  If you ever visit a ploys car fuss please be nice to the cashiers.  Seriously, they have to offer you like five different things and it's annoying.  Just keep saying no and be polite.  It's their crappy job.

I sometimes like to think of band names.  Not that I play an instrument or can sing, but I always wonder how people choose their band's name.  Like The Killers.  How did they come up with that?  Why not The Molesters, or The Thieves or some other morally corrupt description.  If I were in a band it would be a punk rock all girls band and we would be called Punching Butterflies.  Yes, that's what I came up with one middle of the night crying jag with Brielle when she was just months old.  I had bought Ava a butterfly balloon into Smith's for no reason other than I didn't want to hear her whine the rest of the shopping trip.  Anyhow, that night Brielle was awake for the umpteenth time and I had had it.  I got up and before calmly picking up my squalling child the butterfly balloon took a direct punch to the abdomen.  Brig, concerned for the safety of our child had gotten out of bed to follow me and had witnessed the entire ugly episode.  It was soon after I thought up the punk rock group name.  I know, brilliant right?  The other one that's been on my radar is The Angry Bowels.    Gold.  Pure gold.

Do you ever look in the mirror and try to see yourself the way other people see you?  I do.  When I look in the mirror I know what people must think based on my appearance.  A middle aged mom who's let herself go.  But inside of myself I still feel young and have dreams that have been pushed aside for the more immediate needs of my family.  Do you ever feel like you are losing yourself in the role the world has given you?  That you have given yourself?  Where do you find the balance of nurturing those around you and nurturing yourself.  I still haven't found that yet.  Most days I tell myself that this part of my life will be gone in a blink of an eye.  Will I look back and wish I had just went with it more instead of struggling against it, or will I be happy it is over?  Do I ask too many hypothetical questions?  I don't know, do I?

Today Ava asked what church Hudson goes to.  He's a neighbor boy who is in her class.  I told her that I didn't know, and maybe he didn't go to any church, because some people don't and that's okay.  She piped up and said, "That's why we came to America, Mom!  So we could go to any church we wanted to."  It's a question maybe my parents wouldn't have ever gotten from me because as a child I just assumed everyone was Mormon like me.  I recall a day in ninth grade when a friend and I were talking about testimonies.  We had just come from seminary.  The boy behind me said, "What's a testimony?"  And I remember laughing thinking he was joking.  He said, "No I'm serious.  What are you talking about?"  I didn't even try to explain it to him, I just said, "Aren't you Mormon?"  and he said, "No, I'm Catholic."  I felt stupid, but also at a loss.  I had never imagined anyone wasn't a Mormon.  I kind of turned around in my seat and tried to forget about the question.  Looking back I feel sorry for that girl who had no idea that anyone could be anything other than Mormon.  But I also feel bad for marginalizing, even if unintentionally, a fellow classmate who had moved to Utah in the past year and probably felt different as it was.  Although he seems okay.  Before I deleted my facebook account I noticed he's very into the hippie lifestyle and travels around a lot playing the didgeridoo.  He seems happy and that's all you can wish for anyone.

Anyone still reading, I'd just like to say thanks for reading.  I've always felt blessed to have wonderful friends.  Especially ones who stick it out through my long tangents.  You're the best!

Friday, November 16, 2012

That's Just the Way God Made Me

As Ava's gotten older I've noticed she is less of an open book with me.  When she gets home from school I'll ask her questions about her day and most days she doesn't really elaborate beyond the facts.  This makes me a little sad, but maybe she's just more like her Dad who you sometimes really have to work to get information out of. 

But other times when we are doing things together, like baking cookies or cleaning her room or something like that she'll just start telling me things.  The other day she said, "The kids at school asked me why my front teeth stick out so far." 

Me: "Oh yeah?  What did you say?"

Ava: "I told them that's just the way God made me."

Me: "That's a good answer, because it's true.  You can't argue with God."

Ava: "Nope, you can't." 

Although in a few years she's sure to have a mouth full of metal to fix what the Man upstairs made, the twinge of pain I felt for her when she told me what other children had said was quickly replaced by pride that she would be so certain that any physical feature she has is nothing to be ashamed of.  I wish I could have been so sure in my childhood about the real or imagined physical features that caused me shame.  My little girl came to us with a lot of inborn wisdom that has been manifested time and again.  I'm so glad she's mine. 

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

80's Day

Quite frankly I think today's trends are right out of the eighties, so I think for most pulling off eighties day would not be that difficult.  But for me I was trying to think of things in her existing wardrobe that would work and was coming up blank.  With that in mind we were at Shopko the other day and browsing the left-over Halloween costumes when we came across this little number for a whopping $3!  Sold.  Paired with her Chuck E Cheese 200 point glasses it worked out great.  When we got home from shopping Ava threw on her new eighties costume and we listened to a bevy of 80's songs to get inspired.  It was fun.  I was reminded of how upbeat the music from that era was.  Ah, the Reagan years when people were prosperous and the hair was huge. 
I don't know if Ava is flashing Call me maybe, or hang loose with her hand. 
Happy 80's Day!

Monday, November 12, 2012

Crazy Hair Day

I love crazy hair day.  I wish we had crazy hair day growing up.  Maybe that's why I tend to go, well, overboard.  Just a bit. 






When I dropped her off at school and saw the rather tame "crazy" hairdos walking past my car I started to worry.  Hmmm, it might be a little much.  I got home and told Brig that Ava went walking into school with her drag queen hairdo while everyone else had ratted hair or multiple braids.  He suggested any idea I have in the future I need to reduce it by three-fourths. 

Every Monday I go up to volunteer at Ava's school an hour before school lets out.  Her teacher walked past and told me that Ava's hair was a hit with the other students.  I replied, "I was kind of worried after I sent her off that she'd be embarrassed that we'd went all out."  She assured me that Ava was soaking up the attention proudly.  Phew. 

Ava was as happy as a clam as we walked to our car after school.  Her only complaint was that she couldn't do the monkey bars because her hair was too tall.  Hehe. 

Friday, November 2, 2012

Ava's toddler pictures...found!

I found a memory stick (I have no idea what they are really called) that I had saved pictures on from several years ago.  I was so happy to find them as I thought they were totally gone with our old broken computer.

 Ava at 23 months in witch costume
 Brielle in same witch costume at 22 months.
 Ava between 18 and 24 months.
Brielle at 19 months.

They each have their own little look.  I think Ava favors Brig's side more and Bree is more of an even mix. Anyway I'm sure this is only interesting to myself.  Ava was lucky her mother didn't take a pair of scissors to her hair to make some disgraceful bangs. 

Thursday, November 1, 2012

All Hallow's Eve

Last Friday Ava's school had a costume parade and celebrated Halloween on their short day.  She wanted to paint her face green for Halloween, but didn't want to do it for the school celebration.  She said she didn't want her friends to believe she was a real witch. 


 Scary witch face.
 Ava and Bree

We got to her school ten minutes before the parade began and it was standing room only.  Talk about a hot ticket.  She spotted us.
Hi ya Mom and Dad!
On Monday Ava had a playdate with her friend Sheila.  Sheila's mom carved pumpkins with them, bless her.  It's not my favorite.  I didn't realize I didn't get a picture of the Jack o' lantern's face.  Oh well.
Halloween night.  Bree is a witch too, but since she had a hand me down costume from Ava I couldn't find the hat.  This proved to be a problem as people kept trying to guess what she was.  We got renaissance princess quite a bit, as well as pirate wench. 

Ava was thrilled with her green face, but didn't want me to paint her chest and neck or ears, so it's a bit disjointed. 
 Weird picture with my setting set to night scene and our porch light on.
 Brig threw on a black hooded jacket and warm-ups and used his birthday present form the girls: his batman mask.

 I don't think this was meant to be a scary face, but it kinda is.  Sorry Ava.
Brielle was giddy.  I've never seen anything like it.  She kept getting that excited wheeze when you suck in your breath.  She quickly learned the ropes and knocked with Ava at every door, said trick or treat and then thank you and bye.  It was so much fun watching the two of them.
Ava was so happy to have a trick or treat buddy.  She kept telling me and Brig we could hang back on the sidewalk. 
Over at the church carriage house they have scones and hot apple cider every Halloween.  Here is Brig and his friend, Marty dressed as a sumo wrestler. 

The girls got some wacko glasses at a house. 

We left the house at 7, and got home at 9.  Another successful Halloween night.