Thursday, April 29, 2010

Psychic Reading!

I recently had a great reading with a psychic over the phone. We had never met, I didn't give her much information about me, just my birthday and I asked that we concentrate on my career.

The psychic's name is Usha Ji. Her website is: http://www.ushaji.org

My sister Bridget had met her and was impressed with her kindness and sincerity. I was intrigued.

I coordinated a phone reading and away we went. I have had readings before and had a good time with it.

I asked about whether or not I should go back to school to become a teacher, I had been toying with the idea in my mind for awhile. She said that I would become frustrated working with children and that I prefer being around adults. She is right.

I asked if my job was secure. She said my job was secure. She said I was a hard worker and my employer appreciate me. She said I wasn't going to find my soul happiness at work, which makes sense to me. I am grateful for the paycheck and I love being around adults, but I ultimately would love to write more and connect with more people through my writing.

She told me to keep writing. I would be published. She didn't say if I would be really successful, but that it would allow me the flexibility I desire to spend time with my kids and make enough money to help my family's income.

I asked if we would be moving from our house. She said she saw us living in this house for at least another 4 years.

All in all, it was great fun. I believe we know most of the answers we are searching for, our intuition tells us what we need to do. It is fun to get that little push from someone, that push to keep trying, keep working at it.

Usha is loving and kind, it was like speaking to a friend who knows you well and wants the best for you.

Diaper song


From Erik to his Daddy!

I made Daddy a present
I made it just for you
I made Daddy a present
A diaper full of poo

Mama changes my diapees
Sharon, Nana and Mor-Mor too
Mama changes my diapees
But gives Daddy the dipes full of poo

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Lucky

The other weekend we were coming home from Tahoe from my Mom's 60th Birthday. We were all pretty spent. The amazing sunshine outside helped to give us that extra push when we got home to unpack, clean, grocery shop...you know, get ready for the work week.

As we were pulling into the garage, we were talking about our "game plan"...what do we need to do first, etc. Pedar stops the car, we get the kids out and that is when Pedar sees it. He almost killed his skis. Fortunately our 1955 garage is short and narrow and he wasn't able to pull the car in that far, because if he had gone any further, he would have most likely snapped his skis.

Lucky, lucky skis. Lucky Pedar.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Beautiful weekend!

I had a WONDERFUL Birthday weekend. All that was missing was seeing my twin sis, Margery. We are going to celebrate together this Saturday.

On Friday night Mor-Mor and Pop-Pop watched the kids and we went out to dinner and relaxed. I appreciated every moment of adult time, from the adult drinks to the fancy food and swanky restaurant.

On Saturday we hung around the house and Pedar helped me in the garden and made the playset safer for our little rock climber.  That evening we went to Mor-Mor and Pop-Pop's for the Remme Reunion planning meeting. Things are coming along, we hope to have a place reserved soon.

On Sunday morning I ran around finishing a special project for Casey's class and then Nana came over and watched the kids for a few hours while Pedar and I hit the bike trail. I tried to kick Pedar's butt. I pedaled as fast as I could! It was about 85 degrees yesterday, it couldn't have been more beautiful. A big rattlesnake crossed the bike trail in front of me. Ick. I did not like seeing that big fella at all! I yelled, "SNAKE! YUCK!" Pedar was behind me, because I was kicking his butt..heh heh...and he thought I said, "My gears are stuck!" He didn't even see the snake. We had just talked about stopping along the trail and sitting at a bench for a bit. Nothing like seeing a rattler to motivate me to stay on my bike and ride really fast. I felt like I was 12-years-old yesterday on my bike. I had a lot of fun. We got home around 3:15 and just hung out inside and played with the boys. That evening our awesome friends/neighbors Jim and Melanie had us over for a delicious dinner.

I am so lucky to be so loved. I am so grateful to have so many family and friends that love me and support me. I have two beautiful boys who I love more with each passing day. And then there is my Pedar...I've said it before and I'll say it again...the man is super hunky.

My dream for my 35th Birthday was to be in Paris. Alas it did not happen. I have a one-year-old and a five-year-old...damn they suck up a lot of money!! I couldn't just fly to Paris when we need to have the house painted and we need a new front door, garage door and back door. I want new interior doors too... I have a thing for doors! I want new kitchen counters and cabinets and an addition (or maybe just a new house!) that includes a new kitchen, living room, laundry room and a bigger master bedroom, closet and bathroom!!! I know, I know....I want, I want, I want!

I know...my wanting will drive me lo-lo in the head/crazy. Leave me alone with my dreams. They are mine. ALL MINE!



We are going camping this year in August, but when Erik is bigger and we have paid off some bills and have some savings, we are going on a real vacation. I want to feel fancy free. I want to be spontaneous without worrying about how long it is going to take us to pay off our purchases. I want to feel more secure. I want to pay off my student loan. I want to own our house...wouldn't that be awesome?!

Pedar and I will just have to make it all happen. I need to get off my butt, roll-up my sleeves and JUST DO IT already! Make it happen. Make it happen. Make it happen.

Mark my words....I will be in Paris... on or before my 40th!

Friday, April 23, 2010

Belay on little dude....my little rock climber

Erik loves to climb. Even though he has only been walking for a week now, his climbing skills are getting better and better with each day. He knows how to scale chairs, couches and now the rock wall in the backyard. He knows how to get out the dog door and walk to the play set, climb the rock wall...and here's the scary part...he loves to throw himself down the slide. Sometimes he likes to go head first...most of the time one of his legs is tucked under him. Goodness, it's enough to make me stop breathing for a minute.

In the video, when you hear the growling....that's Erik. Curly taught Erik how to growl. Curly growls at Erik when he is eating in his highchair. So...my kid doesn't say much yet, but he knows how to growl!



The other day, while I was unloading the dishwasher, Erik got up on the couch and then decided he wanted to stand on the windowsill. Casey was laughing really hard so I knew something bad was happening. I quickly grabbed his leg, and calmly asked Casey to take a picture of Erik's crazy climb.


The weather today is gorgeous!! We have been playing outside all day. Here is a picture of my little batman!

We had a play date yesterday at our house with several of Casey's friends from Village Montessori. We had a great time. Ms. Merritt, one of his Montessori teachers came over and she had a long talk about being respectful. She told him she was going to come over and talk to him if he wasn't good. Casey LOVES  Merritt. I think he will be good for at least a few days now.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

FINALLY!!!

Erik learned how to use those two leggies of his!! At last, Little Buddy...at last you can move around without wearing holes in your pants and cleaning the floor with your clothes! We're so proud of you. Love, Mama and Dada :-)

Video of Erik walking

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Just a phase....just a phase

Casey has been driving me a bit crazy lately. He has been very aggressive and has had a naughty mouth, calling me names like stupid and butt-head and telling me to shut-up. I know he is learning all this at school and is just testing me, but lordy, some days are much easier to ignore the behavior. Sometimes just ignoring him works. I know he is trying to get my attention. I also try to distract him or change the subject, but that also depends on how much patience I have left. Last week I straddled him and put a soap bar in his mouth. He laughed at me, so I did it again and this time the soap bar scraped his teeth and that is what made him upset. He couldn't get the soap out of his mouth without brushing his teeth.

Today, when the rain stopped and the sun came out, I decided we had to get out. It was 5 p.m. and Pedar wasn't going to be home for another hour and Casey was already beginning to drive me crazy with his energy.  I loaded Erik on my bike and Casey got on his bike and away we went. As soon as I turned down a street he didn't want to go down he started yelling at me, calling me names and even tried to ram my bike! I mean my goodness, I have Erik on my bike. If he had made us fall..well I can't even go there. Here I was feeling like a really cool Mom. I was taking my kids on a bike ride, enjoying the beautiful weather and Casey's little attitude made me want to peddle as fast as I could away from him!!

Casey wanted to go home, he wouldn't ride his bike anymore. I didn't open the garage for him, or the front door. I just made figure eight's with Erik on my bike in front of our house for another 20 minutes. Because he wasn't getting his way, he decided to bang on the locked front door and kick the house and throw all the pillows off of the porch benches. I rode my bike and prayed for patience. 

I called Pedar at 5:45 p.m., "Hi Honey. Where are you in world? Watt and Arden? Oh, thank goodness. Get ready for some fun parenting when you get home!"

These are the moments that cause white hair to spring out of my scalp. These are the moments that cause lines on my forehead and make me feel VERY tired. These are also the moments I am so grateful not to be a single Mom.

I know Casey was frustrated this afternoon because he wanted my help with an art project. I was busy giving Erik a snack and then changing his diaper. Then I started cleaning the house a bit and preparing dinner.  Most of the time when I get home from work I am barely able to change out of my work clothes. The boys want a snack and then they want OUTSIDE. Casey let's himself out and then Erik will bang and cry on the sliding glass door until he gets out too. And now Erik knows how to get out the dog door.

So...here I am again....Casey is in bed and I am trying to make a game plan for tomorrow. What can we do differently? Why does he have such a hard time with transitions and listening to "NO!" Should I hold him more? Should I take more toys away? Should he have no treats in his lunch and after school? I've tried talking about it. I know he doesn't like it when I yell.  I know he doesn't like it when I take toys away. I just want him to be a nice boy. I want him to have good manners. I do not want him to call anyone names and I NEVER want him to hit or push an adult or a kid.

This too shall pass and what doesn't kill me makes me stronger. Yada Yada.

This is just a phase, right? RIGHT?!

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

"The Gift of an Ordinary Day" by Katrina Kenison

"The Gift of an Ordinary Day" by Katrina Kenison

What a wonderful book to buy a Mom for Mother's Day! This is a beautiful video, take the time to watch and let the tears leak out...it feels good. What a wonderful reminder.

Weekend in Tahoe for Mom's 60th Birthday!

This past weekend we celebrated my Mom's 60th Birthday in Tahoe. We ate a ton of good food, played in the snow, pretended to be pirates, made the kids giggle and had a great time. Erik finally "really" walked and Lila learned to crawl. Liam and Casey played beautifully together. We look forward to many more family vacations together.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Touching stories about great kids!

Thank you Aunt Laura, for sending me these touching stories! I LOVE THEM!

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Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.  The winner was:

A four-year-old child, whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."

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Teacher Debbie Moon's first graders were discussing a picture of a family where one little boy in the picture had a different hair color than the other members.  One of her students suggested that he was adopted.  A little girl said, "I know all about adoption, I was adopted.""What does it mean to be adopted?" asked another child. "It means', said the girl, 'that you grew in your mommy's heart instead of her tummy!"

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On my way home one day, I stopped to watch a Little League baseball game that was being played in a park near my home. As I sat down behind the bench on the first-base line, I asked one of the boys what the score was."We're behind 14 to nothing," he answered with a smile.  "Really," I said. "I have to say you don't look very discouraged."  "Discouraged?" the boy asked with a puzzled look on his face..."Why should we be discouraged? We haven't been up to bat yet."

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Whenever I'm disappointed with my spot in  life, I stop and think about little Jamie Scott. Jamie was trying out for a part in the school play. His mother told me that he'd set his heart on being in it, though she feared he would not be chosen.
On the day the parts were awarded, I went with her to collect him after school. Jamie rushed up to her, eyes shining with pride and excitement. "Guess what, Mom," he shouted, and then said those words that will remain a lesson to me....."I've been chosen to clap and cheer!"


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An eye witness account from New York City, on a cold day in December, some years ago: A little boy, about 10-years-old, was standing before a shoe store on the roadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering from the cold.   

A lady approached the young boy and said, "My, but you're in such deep thought staring in that window!"

"I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes," was the boy's reply. 

The lady took him by the hand, went into the store, and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water and a towel. He quickly brought them to her.  She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet, and dried them with the towel.By this time, the clerk had returned with the socks. Placing a pair upon the boy's feet, she purchased him a pair of shoes.

She tied up the remaining pairs of socks and gave them to him. She patted him on the head and said, "No doubt, you will be more comfortable now."As she turned to go, the astonished kid caught her by the hand and looking up into her face, with tears in his eyes, asked her, "Are you God's wife?"

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Happy Birthday Lola! Oh goodness, Lola is THREE!

Happy Birthday Lola! Oh my goodness, you are three-years-old today!!


We are so proud of you, Lola, for your caring ways
And our prayer is that through all your fun-filled days
God will keep you, protect you
And hold you close to His side
And with His strong hand to be your Guide
That you will learn to know Him and love Him
And in Him abide
So we are trusting our Lord to show us the way
To be good family to Lola day after day
We love you so much, little lady, you're the best
With you around we are happy and blessed!

Happy Birthday Mom/Nana!

 Casey and Nana


Happy Birthday Mom/Nana! We love you and are looking forward to being with you this weekend. 

What Is A Nana?
Someone to sigh with
Someone to cry with,
Through smiles and woes
Someone to talk with
Someone to walk with
Wherever a path in life goes,
A Nana is a Treasure,
An all around pleasure,
To share with, to care with, and love
Wrapped with affection,
And made to perfection,
A Nana is a gift from above

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Who let the dogs out?

Erik has known where the dog door is for some time. He has been throwing his toys out the door for a few days, but today I heard this whimpering and I looked behind the screen in our living room and I saw the doggy door swinging. He had let himself out! He was so thrilled with himself. He just kept letting himself in and out. Yeah for freedom. 

Monday, April 12, 2010

Erik is on the move!

Erik is almost walking. He loves to push anything he can...chairs, cars, laundry baskets, boxes, highchair, etc. We are trying to get him to walk with us while holding just one hand; he'll hold our hand for just a bit and then let go. He is getting filthy by crawling all over the backyard, frontyard and getting in the bark and mud. He has made holes in the knees of three pairs of pants; I have got to go buy some patches.

It's time Erik. It's time to walk. You are 15-months-old. Let's do this, let's walk already!



What else is Erik up to? The boy loves to throw. He has a really good arm. He loves to throw his food off the highchair. He throws toys, balls....whatever he can get his little hands on. When I say, "No Erik!" He just smiles and laughs at me. We call him "Erik the destroyer!" He can destroy a room in less than three minutes. This morning he found my card box and dumped everything out and spread it all around the house. I was putting my face on and getting ready for work and I thought he would be OK just roaming around. Boy was I wrong. I have quite a clean-up job when I get home from work today.

Sigrid's Carrot Cake: Pioneer Woman



Oh my goodness! I made the most delicious carrot cake this weekend.  I decided to make individual cupcakes and was able to pass out goodies to four of my neighbors and Mor-Mor and Pop-Pop. It was best that I get the cupcakes out of my house!!

I don't own a Kitchen Aid stand mixer. I use a hand mixer for all my baking, mashed potatoes, etc., and the food still comes out tasting delicious.

I left out the pecans from the frosting and added two cups of raisins to the cake. I think I should have added a bit more cinnamon too!

I had Casey "help" me make the cake.  I want to teach Casey and Erik how to make several meals and desserts. 



Pioneer Woman: Carrot Cake

Prep Time: 20 Minutes Temp: 350  Cook Time: 50 Minutes Difficulty: Easy Servings: 12
Ingredients
  • FOR CAKE:
  • 2 cups Sugar
  • 1 cup Vegetable Oil
  • 4 whole Eggs
  • 2 cups All-purpose Flour
  • ½ teaspoons Salt
  • 1 teaspoon Baking Soda
  • 1 teaspoon Baking Powder
  • 1 teaspoon Ground Cinnamon
  • 2 cups Grated Carrots
  • _____
  • For Icing
  • 1 stick Regular Butter, Softened
  • 1 package (8 Oz) Cream Cheese
  • 1 pound Powdered Sugar
  • 2 teaspoons Vanilla
  • 1 cup Pecans, Chopped Finely
Preparation Instructions
Cake:
Mix together the sugar, oil and eggs in a large bowl. In another bowl sift together flour, salt, baking powder, baking soda and cinnamon. Add to first mixture and combine. Then add carrots and mix well. Pour into a greased and floured (Baker’s Joyed) pan (bundt, sheet cake, 9 x 13 pyrex) and bake until done, 25 to 50 minutes, depending on the pan you use.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Nature Area

There is a beautiful nature area behind Mor-Mor and Pop-Pop's house that Casey loves to go explore and look for bugs and fairies. Pedar, Dagny and Leif and their neighborhood friends would play in the nature area for hours. Jim would just have to whistle loudly and the kids would know it was time to come home. Casey loves this special place by Mor-Mor's. He looks always looks forward to every visit.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

My little viking....

Mor-Mor gave Casey this adorable Viking set. Doesn't Casey make the cutest viking? Pedar is pretty hunky as a viking too!
Who were the Vikings? Link to Viking info on web
While the term Viking is used in a general way to describe the people of Scandinavia during the medieval period, it's really a name for a profession -- it's like if we called all Spanish or French people Pirates. The Scandinavians were also explorers, farmers, fishermen and merchants -- not just Vikings. Indeed, the people who are usually referred to as Vikings were actually made up of several different groups, including the Danes, the Swedes and the Norwegians, who were themselves often broken into small petty kingdoms.

The Vikings were the best steel-makers and boat-builders at the time. They invented a unique boat called the long boat, which was used to transport them all over northern Europe. They were also fierce warriors. They raided, pillaged, and traded with villages. They would take food, goods, and women. Sometimes they even populated the area.

The Viking religion was Norse mythology. Some of their gods were Odin Tor Loke and Fr√ły.
The vikings invaded Britain because when they use to plant seeds for food it never use to grow because they had very bad weather and Britain had mild weather.

They were also known to discover Ketchup and play frisbee with flaming shields. They were very violent and territorial.

The actual Vikings were all men. They used their expertise at seamanship and battle to make raids on the towns and churches of neighboring kingdoms. These raids were part of an intensely masculine, warlike culture that emphasized battle as a way for a man to prove himself.

Going on such a raid was known as going "i viking". The true origin of the word Viking is lost to history, and there are many competing theories. Some suggest it's derived from an Old Norse word, vikingr, which means "pirate". However, it's likely that vikingr originated with the Vikings' victims and was only later adopted by the Vikings themselves. Thus, it may come from the Old English word wic, which means "port of trade," referring to the Vikings' habit of attacking such places. Yet another theory suggests that it's based on the Norse word vik, meaning "bay" or "body of water" or a similar sounding word which meant "to turn away" or "to leave on a journey".

In any case, the modern conception of the term Viking comes from the written historical records of the time. Most literate people in that era were church officials. Vikings tended to attack churches for their wealth. Christians were especially horrified by these attacks, because they defiled the sanctity of such places. As a result, most of the surviving written records come from Christian accounts and depict Vikings in a particularly harsh light. That isn't to say that such a depiction isn't justified -- the Viking attacks on European towns and churches were brutal and terrifying -- but it only presents one aspect of Scandinavian culture.