Friday, May 22, 2009

I got the magic stick!

Per a friend's suggestion, today's Favorite Friday is about s'mores. Specifically, the sticks you use to roast the marshmallows to make the s'mores. So, this is really about the sticks. I found these really cool telescopic marshmallow pokers at Target last summer in the dollar bin and scooped up 10 of them on a whim. At a dollar each, who cares if they end up collecting dust in my garage, right??

Ahhh...but not so fast...imagine the envy of all my neighbors when I pulled these bad boys out for our first bonfire of the summer while everyone else is still using old wire clothes hangers to roast their s'mellows. My pokers are 12 inches in their compact form, but stand at a full 34 when fully, um, erect. I can sit comfortably in my lawn chair and roast away without fear of burning any fingers. And when I'm done, I simply retract and put them away for the next time.

I've gotten so many comments on these that I've tried to go back and buy some for my friends. But alas, the inventory in the dollar bins are fleeting. I doubted if I would ever see them again.

Enter Memorial Day weekend, 2009...I get a text from one of the admirers of my pokers. Seems as though this person has been scouring Target all year long, hoping to find these highly coveted sticks. The stars must have been aligned just right because there they were, in the last bin of the last aisle of the dollar section, with the sun shining directly on them. Of course, upon hearing this news, I rushed out to my nearest Target store and grabbed a handful of them. You never just might be the lucky recipient of one of these magic sticks!

Wednesday, May 20, 2009


I knew it was only a matter of time before my child became addicted to the red I'm not quite sure how to describe him actually. You know who I'm talking about...they call him Elmo but I secretly think he's the devil in disguise. Why the kids don't get freaked out by him is beyond me. Frankly, I'm surprised it has taken him this long to hop on the Elmo bandwagon as most of his buddies have been devotees for some time now. Owen is a little behind the times, I guess.

Even though I think it's very adorable he has found a new "friend", what is NOT adorable to me is hearing the word "Elmo" fifty thousand times a day.

Me: Good morning sweet baby! Did you have a good sleep?
O: Elmo! Elmo! Elmo!

Me: What do you want to eat for breakfast Owen?
O: Elmo! Elmo! Elmo!

Me: Do you want to go to the park today and play with your friends?
O: Pointing to the TV, Elmo! Elmo! Elmo!

Me: Look at this nutritious and delicious lunch mama has prepared for you!
O: Elmo! Elmo! Elmo!

Me: I think it's time for your nap my darling.
O: Elmo! Elmo! Elmo!

Me: Look! Papa is home! Go give hugs!
O: Runs to Papa, forgets about Elmo for at least 15 minutes. Meanwhile I sit at my desk and try to plot Elmo's unfortunate and accidental demise.

Me: Dinner time! Let's all sit down and eat!
O: Elmo! Elmo! Elmo!

Me: I think somebody needs to take a bath. I'll race you upstairs!
O: Elmo! Elmo! Elmo!

Me: Night night baby. Have a good sleep. I love you!
O: Elmo! elmo! ellllmmmmoooooo........zzzzzzz

Now, lather, rinse, and repeat.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

One doll at a time

We were at Fred Meyer the other day, shopping for a birthday gift for our friend Ryan who just turned 4, when O spotted the "babies". Okay, who am I kidding...they were dolls and O wanted one. Every time we browse the toy aisle, he is drawn to the dolls. So, being the liberal and progressive mother that I am, I pick out a baby boy doll for my son, complete with a blue sleeper, cap, and bottle. Some of you might remember me writing about a certain Strawberry Shortcake situation so this story probably isn't news to you.

Owen is surprisingly gentle with his baby. He holds him close and gives light kisses. He rocks the baby back and forth while "singing" to him. He feeds the baby milk and then burps him afterwards. He lays his baby in the stroller and takes him for walks. He even gets one of his own diapers and changes him. Clearly, he's been observing me...and here I thought he had the attention span of a gnat.

Just when my heart was beginning to warm over from this precious moment, O snaps back into reality. He throws himself on top of his baby and body slams it. He bangs the plastic head against the dining room table and bites the tiny hands, almost dismembering the poor thing. He swings it from side to side with reckless abandon. He flings his baby from the crib over and over again while laughing hysterically. Now THIS is the Owen I know and love!

A really great friend told me that not enough people teach parenting to their little boys. I hope I'm helping to change doll at a time!

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Happy Mother's Day!

We spent my 2nd Mother's Day at a very lovely brunch thrown by my cousin Wendy at her house, a tradition that has been going on for many years. We have 4 generations of family represented grandmother PoPo being the anchor for it all. I try to imagine the thoughts going through her mind when she looks around the room and sees what she has created. All of us, her daughters, her grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, are all a piece of herself. I feel really proud and honored to be able to participate in this special club of motherhood. Happy Mother's Day to all you mamas who have helped shape the lives of the children in your life. And Happy Mother's Day to my own amazing beautiful mom...THANK YOU for all you do for us!

Cousin Ashley's new swing set!

Ashley, Caitlyn, and Owen

Best Buds

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Room Make-Over

I have a new project on my hands...I'm re-decorating Big O's room! It's actually long overdue. Considering my affinity for interior design, you would have thought I'd be in heaven when it came time to "do" the nursery. But I just couldn't decide on a theme, colors, or basically anything. So, at the moment, Owen's room is a cluster, filled with mismatched furniture and hand-me-downs. There's a dresser from the french provincial period, a jenny lind changing table, a mission style wood crib, a cheap white bookcase, and a squeaky rocking chair with a sheet thrown over it to, I don't know, "complete the look" ?! The poor child has been living in this tasteless room for 20 months now and it's time he got a make-over.

I've been scouring CraigsList looking for children's furniture but not having much luck. I'd prefer a matching set, but am open to mixing and matching, as long as it's in the same era! I love the look of antiques mixed in with modern touches but I'm having a hard time picking stuff out that Owen can grow into and use until he's out of the house (yes, I AM thinking 17 years out!!) I may just have to break down and buy new...something I try not to do very often. I love the pottery barn style, just not the pottery barn prices! So...the search continues. If you have any ideas for cute boy's rooms, I'd love to hear them!

Friday, May 8, 2009

Favorite Fridays

If you've never heard of WooBees before, it's time you got acquainted with them. Especially if you have kids. Even if you don't have kids, you'll want to buy them for all your friends with kids. They also make great baby shower gifts. What am I talking about?

WooBees are water resistant blankets, bibs, and burpcloths created by a local mom right here in Seattle! She wanted a way to keep her kids warm in the unpredictable Seattle weather while still looking ultra stylish so she came up with the WooBee blanket--water resistant on one side, plush on the other, and has ribbons sewn into it so you can tie it to your stroller or carseat...genius!! She has lots of different designs and colors to suit almost anyone's taste. Owen has the chocolate cream, and the "Superman" --bright red and turquoise. So cool!!

But my favorite product of hers are the bibs. I LOVE these things!! They are big enough to protect even the messiest eaters, have that great water resistant backing, a soft front that is impervious to stains, a pocket to catch all the spills, a snap closure instead of that annoying velcro, and you can wash them a hundred times and they still come out looking THE SAME! No shrinking or fading. Totally worth the $20 price tag!

Owen at 4 months with his cow print bib

We would also tie the blanket to the bjorn!

Wednesday, May 6, 2009


I've been toying with the idea of getting a housekeeper. TH (the husband) is all for it. In fact, he thought we've had one for some time now. It saddened me to have to break the news to him that I'VE been the one cleaning our house this whole time, thank you for noticing. Apparently his attention to detail was lost somewhere along the way.

So why the hesitation? Well... the reasons are three-fold. First, how can I justify getting a housekeeper when I don't technically "work" or bring in any income?? How can I outsource a job that's supposed to be my responsibility? Isn't scrubbing toilets and washing floors covered under the "stay-at-home mom" umbrella? Second, it's a tough economy out there. I should be saving our extra cash for a rainy day...but wait...if EVERY DAY is a rainy day, doesn't that mean I should be spending MORE money?? And last but not least, getting a housekeeper would mean admitting I'm a complete failure. I've been defeated. I give up. I'm not perfect and I can't do it all. Does that really surprise anyone? :)

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Croc Fan Club

How is it that I am a proud member of the "I don't care how comfortable Crocs are, you look like a dumbass" fan club, yet my child, my own flesh and blood, is infatuated with these foam nothings that resemble more of an endangered reptile than a shoe? His love for them is so great that he has managed to dig up a pair from when he was 6 months old that I tried (obviously unsuccessfully) to hide, and attempts to stuff his pudgy size 8 sausage feet into what can only be described as a shell of a shoe...just like those ugly stepsisters did with the glass slipper. He walks around the house proudly, showing off the obnoxious neon green color, with his heels hanging off the back. But he doesn't care. He stops to admire himself in the full length mirror. If for some reason a shoe manages to slip off his foot, he stops everything and painstakingly squeezes it back in. Perhaps he is more like me than I care to admit...I have been known once or twice to sacrifice comfort for the sake of fashion. But these things are hardly considered fashionable. To even use the term fashion in conjunction with Crocs would be the ultimate insult.

Regardless, I'll most likely be buying a new pair of proper fitting Crocs for my son this weekend because he loves them and that's all I care about.

Monday, May 4, 2009

There's no place like Home...

It's been 3 days since I've been home from my vacation in the Sunshine State. Lucky for me, my arrival home Friday afternoon was a welcoming one, complete with blue skies and 75 degree weather. As much as I complain about living here, there really is no better place to be than Seattle in the summer. And we've had a couple glimpses of what's to come in the next month or so. Hopefully.

However, as I currently sit at my desk, it's raining. Scratch that. It's POURING. And it's windy. And cold. And I can't help but reminisce about what I was doing just days earlier. I was on vacation, "Spring Break" if you will, with 4 of my girlfriends from my Stay-At-Home Moms group. We flew into Miami late Sunday night after starting our day out in the Alaska Air Boardroom, having cocktails and chatting with interesting people...Remember Jack LaLanne, the power juicer...?? He was there, 95 years old and still looks great! Upon arrival, we hauled our suitcases onto the Hertz shuttle and got ourselves the coolest mini-van on the lot. We ARE a mom's group, after all!!

From there, the days (and nights) were pretty much a blur. We never made it to bed before 3am each night, woke up at noon every day, lounged by the pool (note to self: never again go to a resort where "Bingo" is the highlight of the day's activities), spent a day in Fort Lauderdale, danced with sailors, shopped at the world's 4th largest outlet mall, drove to Key West (and tried to convince my friends that we should all chip in for a trailer on the beach and move there because KW is THAT beautiful), ate too much, drank too much, people-watched in South Beach, went on an amazing sunset boat ride, and enjoyed our time away from our families so we could appreciate them that much more when we got back.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

13 babies

"If someone had told me 3 years ago that I'd be doing THIS on a Saturday morning, I would have laughed at them."

--All the parents at Liz and Kier's brunch