Saturday, June 30, 2007

The Exorcist and Coconut Bra girl...

Drew and I decided to take the trio to the Miracle Mile shops at the Planet Hollywood casino. 1] they have a Baby Gap, 2] We wanted to try an overpriced not so tasty cheeseburger at Cheeseburger Las Vegas. So we feed them a gourmet lunch of split pea and ham soup, and carrots. All was flying along smoothly until Dominic projectile vomited.

At the precise moment that poor unaware Baci was standing. right..under..the..highchair table.

Pea soup covered chihuahua, 2 triplets in hysterics, 1 triplet covered in pea soup.

So after power washing the dog and Dominic, we got them dressed and headed out. We reached the restaurant and sat down to enjoy a nice family lunch. Then over came Coconut Bra girl. Well, let's just say that Dominic stared. And I mean stared like he knew what he was looking at. Right at the plastic coconut covered twins. She was selling leis for the Susan G. Komen organization. She asked us if we wanted to get lei'd, and then my otherwise non-comedic husband decided to tell her that was how we ended up with triplets. Har Har Har snicker snicker. Then whipped the wallet out so fast I thought he might have broke his wrist.

So, I REALLY need him to help me work in the other garage. Anyone have a plastic coconut bra I can borrow?
"Daddy- are those real coconuts?"

Totally unimpressed with the indoor thunderstorm show.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

GIANT lizards and other things...

I do not like crawly things. They scare me. The other day, I went outside to walk to the mailbox. As I walked towards the gate, a GIANT 6 inch lizard ran across the path towards the front door. Then the GIANT thing jumped up on the door like it was going to ring the door bell. I am frozen with fear at this point. How do I get back in the house? Am I going to have to wrestle this thing to the ground? Finally, he scurried away.

I ran in the house, thankful that I did not get attacked by this thing. All of a sudden, a freakin' dust tornado comes thru (if you live in the desert, you know what I am talking about). This thing FLIPPED over my patio table, tossed chairs into the pool, and flung my umbrella into the neighbor's house across the street. My thought? HA HA- GIANT lizard is probably somewhere in Massachusetts by now. Whew!


GIANT lizard came back, and brought a friend. So now I have GIANT lizard and his buddy chilling out in my sideyard like some weird reptilian vacation.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

I need a Flowbee...

Ryan and Dominic have started to resemble Chia pets. So, after stuffing them full of fruit on hopes of giving the full tummy sedation, I broke out the scissors. Not professional haricutting shears. Nope, the smallest pair I had were safety scissors from Target. Cross your fingers.

I think it went well... In 2 weeks, the bald spots will hardly be noticeable.
"Don't even think about getting those scissors near me Mommy!"

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

All about me 101

ok- so apparently after you hit 100 posts in "blogland", you are supposed to write 100 things about yourself. That's it? Only 100? I could go on for daaays. But *sigh* I will keep it to 100- starting in increments of 10. Just 'cause 100 things is alot to type at 1 time. Plus I can organize them into nice neat sections :)

1-10 (all my pet peeves)

1. Shoulder bumps from hangers in the shoulders of shirts.
2. When people wear various shades of black and think it's ok. NO! There is blue black, brown black, gray black etc. UGH
3. People that order waaay too much food thru the drive thru window. More than 2 people- GO INSIDE!!!
4. People that leave their blinkers on for miles. To avoid this- I just don't use one at all.
5. People that mispronounce "Illinois". I don't live there, but I'm taking up for the whole state.
6. When menus say "World Famous" when in reality, it's not.
7. Emails that make me feel guilty because I am not passing it on to 100 people.
8. When my husband chugs milk and makes that gulpy sound
9. Hearing the phrase "You must have your hands full"
10. Toilet paper on the roll with the sheet going under instead of over.

There- that's a good start. Next 10 will be all about my favorite things. Now rest up and pay attention- there will be a quiz at the end :)

Monday, June 18, 2007

Happy Father's Day!

or, otherwise known as, "Another Holiday to try and stick large objects on top of Dominic". First was Mother's Day, now Father's Day.

Doesn't Ryan look innocent? So after I pulled Dominic out from under the walker, they all got dressed for pics with Daddy.

And contrary to popular belief, I have not fallen off the face of the earth :) I have been VERY busy with research. Important stuff like finding coordinating Gymboree clothes. Geesh- do you have ANY idea how hard it is to find the matching socks to some of their lines? I have ordered so much Gymboree stuff (it's almost as bad as my Pier 1 addiction) that the mail dude doesn't even put it in the box anymore. I get service to the door! I'm making that extra 2 cents per stamp pay off in my favor! Take that USPS!!!

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Gonna have to move to a farm...

Blech- the kids LOVE eggs. Yuck. I, however, am not a big fan of eggs. In fact, I don't even drink milk. The whole concept of chugging back a glass of milk makes me vomit in my mouth. I was the wierd kid who ate dry cereal. Anyway...

We took Dominic to the grocery store Tuesday. He has never been in a grocey store and he was in awe- like he found the motherload of food. So in an attempt to plump up him and Aspen, I have started bulking up the calories. Carnation instant breakfast in the bottles, and a high fat content. Ryan is not included- he is on the chart. So I read about eggs and how they can help pack on the pounds in babies. Where, I have no idea- between my unstoppable addiction to buying Gymboree and selling my old maternity clothes on ebay- it all has become a blur.

So, what used to be just a bottle and oatmeal for breakfast has now turned into bottle, eggs, oatmeal, and yogurt.

There is someone in this house packing on the pounds- I have the fattest chihuahua in the Las Vegas area. 10 pounds! He was supposed to be a "miniature". As my father would say, I may have "gotten a took" on that deal.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Are YOU smarter than your iPod?

Dear loving husband bought me a new ipod for Christmas. Some 800 gazillion bit thing that could possibly organize my life. IF, I knew how to work it. I had just mastered the old one when he throws me in a shambles with the new one.

Then, just to go step further- he buys the alarm clock/docking station/bread maker/ ATM thing so I can wake to the blissful tunes of the iPod, ocean sounds / waterfall/ nature sounds or buzzer. I chose the buzzer. I imagine that if I had ever been in a boot camp environment, that the horn in the morning would be similar to the sleep wrenching "noise" that woke me up at 5:35 am this morning. One of those sitstraightupinbed kind of noises. Oh, and it projects the time ON THE CEILING so the whole room has a lovely alien blue glow that makes me feel like I am napping on the side of the freeway. Loving husband could fall asleep, upright, in the middle of a football stadium during a game. Me- if it is not pitch black, I may as well not bother attempting sleep.

So tonight, I am suffocating the alarm clock with a towel. May the strongest person win.

Sunday, June 03, 2007

So long Ralph...

Please bow your heads in a moment of silence for Ralph.

Ralph suffered from COPD (Critical Operational Pressure Deflation). He lived a good life, swaying in the breeze, just hanging out by the front gate, waving to all the neighbors as they passed by. Until yesterday when it all came to an end...

Ralph popped.

So we took the trio to the Rainforest Cafe today, in memory of their inflatable friend. I had forgotten I hate the food there~ blech. But, the kids had a good time, and as I looked up, I saw all Ralph's monkey friends, and I knew he was o.k.

Saturday, June 02, 2007

Rumble in the playroom...

"I want the bunny!"

"I got the bunny!"
"Back off Ryan!"

"HA! I stole the bunny! na na na na na"
"Ok, truce- I'll show you how to rip up the playmat"