Haiku Friday

What is it about
Kids in preschool and nonstop
Colds and sicknesses?
Stomach flu last week
Now it's all coughing and snot
Casey then Christa
The two kid circle
Will mean something's always wrong
Says pessimist me


Haiku Friday Make-Up Weekend Pics

 Husband had to work
On Saturday until 4
Just me and the kids
  So we played outside
After visiting my Gran
And taking our naps
 Casey's tooth fell out
And he didn't shed a tear
He's real excited
 Then it was date night
At my elementary school
Can you say "random"?
 Sunday picture day
And that didn't go so well
So we played after
And then we rested
The rest of the afternoon
Because we earned it


Moment of Zen

A little under a year ago for my birthday, Christine's mom gave me an orchid. It stayed in bloom for such a long time that I got asked often by my office mates if it was fake. But no! It was real and it was beautiful. After a few months, the flowers all dropped and I thought there was no way this beautiful plant would bloom again. I had heard what a difficult plant an orchid could be and I know nothing of flowers in general or fertilizing. I ended up leaving it alone and not watering it very often. I just let it do its own thing and here we are, not only with a flower appearing but I think I count six healthy buds. 

This could be the key to life, right? Not to get all deep and mystical but maybe the best thing we can do sometimes is just to let it be. There are so many details and parts of our existence so far out of our control - so much to stress over and about - perhaps it's not too bad to be out of control, to let the cards fall as they may and to allow life wow you, even if it takes some time to do so.


The One About Poop

So after a week of both kids having an alarming amount of diarrhea, I decided it was time to take them to the doctor yesterday. Both of them had been eating and drinking and sleeping. Neither of them seemed dehydrated nor did they have fevers. Just so much poop. And Casey booted one time but Casey always boots so I just don't even consider that any more. So we headed to a doctor's office in Ventura where I'd never been and trying to find it made me a stress case because the girl would not stop whining and the boy had too many questions. We finally get there and Christa is in all the things and Casey is dropping a metal lunch box full of hard toys over and over. And eventually Casey is pushing Christa over and making her cry and I'm the mom with kids causing a scene. And the phone is ringing in my purse. And there are co-pays to be paid and new patient paperwork to be filled out and I'm a hot mess.
Also a hot mess? The mom in the waiting room with kids the same age as my kids and a baby that pooped which made her realize she didn't have diapers or wipies and was also kind of freaking out. So I gave her my diapers and wipies and I felt like this is how motherhood should be. It takes a village and what not.
So the Fridays finally get into the exam room and Casey's doing stunts and Christa is pissed to be naked in a room with the a/c blowing and I realize I have to pee more than I have ever had to pee before in my life. So I schlep the kids into the big bathroom with me and while I pee I have to wrangle the children and keep them from touching anything. Mission accomplished and we're back in the exam room and I ask Casey to shut the door behind us and he slams it so hard that the walls rattle. Fantastic.
Casey does great with the exam until he decides he is going to dismount off the table like a damn gymnast and falls flat on his back. Awesome. Christa sees the nurse PUT ON A GLOVE nowhere near her and freaks the heck out and starts crying real tears. Unbelievable. Good news? The kids are fine and seem to be totally on their way out of this which is kind of what I figured but better safe than sorry and all that. Apparently up to fourteen days of diarrhea is totally normal in children even though that to me sounds like an absolute nightmare. Despite the shit show in the doctor's office, the nurse confirms I am doing everything right and I take that validation and wear it like a medal as we hold our heads high while exiting the building. 
On the way home I'm talking to Casey and we're having a conversation while Christa sleeps and then I ask what he'd like for dinner. No answer. So I look over my shoulder and this is happening:

The child slept all the way home. I carried him in the house sleeping. He slept on the couch for almost two hours despite me trying to yell and shake him awake. Amazing. Both kids get doses of aspirin during bath before bedtime. Christa wakes up this morning and makes a solid poop. Casey's back at school and seems to be staying there despite being sent home twice last week for having poop accidents. I think things are looking up.


Scattered Weekend Pics

 I had chosen an "Old McDonald" theme for Christa's birthday because my mother insists on themes to order cakes around. Barnyard decorations? Yeah there are none. So I abused my work privileges and made this "banner" on our colored printer during office hours. Thanks QPS!
 Then I went all Pinterest and used the old jam jars I've been obsessively hoarding for no reason and filled them with tiny bubbles and kisses and M&Ms for the kids' thank you take-aways. Naturally I thought I was very clever until my mother felt the one-upper in her come out and tell me that I should have fastened fabric around the top. Shut up. Ha!
 There was a bug trapped in the window. Christa was fascinated.
BFF snapped this shot of me and the birthday girl and it's really nice and I was really happy. Sure, I threw together a great party but my proudest moment - aside from being this girl's mommy - was making guacamole for the first time - and a shit ton of it - and there was nary a bite left at the end of the party. Success!
 After the super awesome party full of super fantastic friends and super delicious food wrapped up, we had a wee fire outside so the dads could smoke cigars. When the keg was floating we played Cards Against Humanity and stayed up late with sleepover guests and had some laughs. Maybe "real" pictures will come tomorrow from the party. I don't know. I have fatigue.
Speaking of fatigue, Sunday was total pajama day. We tidied up and lazed about and napped and all was well in the world. The kiddos both have had jacked up tummies all week so God-willing everyone will be on the mend and healthy and relaxed now that all the festivities are done for a while.


Knicknack Haiku Friday

Capood or Loody***
Are both names I've called my boy
Since he was quite wee
Christa's Osh or Bem
From sounds she's made, but mostly
Tutti Frutti Boots***
My poor, sweet children
I think Casey's not a fan
I can't stop myself

***Capood stemmed from Casey being naked and me calling him a Nude Capood. Why? I don't know. Loody is how he used to pronounce Woody of Toy Story fame. As for the girl, "Tutti" was born of my niece exclaiming the word "tutu" when she saw Christa wearing one once. She is also Toots, Tootsy Boots, Bootsy, Tutti Bem... Yeah. I don't know that they'll know their names despite how rad the names Casey Douglas and Christa Allyn really are.


And we're done!

When this whole renovation project started on January 2nd, my only request was that it be finished by the time Christa's birthday rolled around. Here we are, a couple days before her party, and we are done just in time to show it off to all our guests. I need to find a picture to hang in the corner near the sink but otherwise this is the final product. It's fancier than fancy and my mom gets all the credit for that. Husband and I are far too frugal for such extravagance but it sure is nice to enjoy.