Help please.

Today while inserting Al's carseat into my SUV, I smacked my knuckles (both hands) on the door frame. I do this every darn time I put her into the car. Then with Bug, I nailed my shins on the bottom of the door frame because he's so darn heavy and I have to have a pivot point otherwise I'll fall in on both kids. I've thought about bigger SUV's and have held off due to A) enjoying a free car with no payments!!; B) not sure the bigger SUV is a great idea in this city full of shrinking parking spaces; C) get ready because here comes my huge vain prideful self...I don't know how I feel about being a minivan driver.

Let me just say this, I love all things about the minivan. I love that they are made for kids - sliding doors, lots of space, DVD players, loads o' room for all the strollers I pack. I'm just not sure how I feel about driving one. That's crazy right? My other concern is the lack of 4WD. We drive back to Missouri a lot and I would hate to get stuck in a snowstorm in the mountains. My current SUV doesn't have 4WD therefore I have to borrow Jas's truck.

Which leads in to my rant about big SUV's. Yes, they have so much space and room for all the crap I haul around on a daily basis. Then again, I have to heave (seriously I want to heave after lifting Al and her seat up into his truck) both kids up and in. I have to step up into the back to buckle kids in and then back out again. It's slightly dangerous because I am me and uncoordinated. And it kills my back!

With all of that out there I realize the minivan is the most logical car for me. Will I like it? Will I feel like a soccer mom? Will I still feel like the urban hip mom that I am?? Ha - come on laugh with me! Hauling two kids with my hair pulled back with a bobby pin hardly screams urban or hip anymore....

In the meantime, I'll wait for a sign to help with my decision.

Sick children

On Wednesday, Bug started sneezing and coughing a bit. Being the good parent that I am, I cancelled our appointments at gym for the rest of the week. The next day Al's nose began dripping. She's never been ill...in 9 whole months.

I felt like Lola Granola nursing my babies back to health. Juice, fruits, vitamins, staying home, socks on at all times, hats on heads after baths until the hair dries, and washing our hands until my knuckles started to bleed. It payed off! Neither one of their illnesses progressed. I actually thought we might make it to our families in MO in good health.

Silly me. I shouldn't have even THOUGHT about good health. Today, Al woke up with this weird cough and a slight fever. Ugh. Double UGH. Granted, the fever could be from her new tooth. She's had a fever all week actually. But the cough thing??? Crappy. I financed Rite Aid for the rest of the month by buying anything related to infant colds. Obviously nothing by mouth but I stocked up on Vicks vapor rub, Vicks plug in waterless vapor mist, Sudafed Soothing vapors, Little Cold Remedies vapor rub (it could work differently than Vicks, who knows) and a few other 'remedies'. Her room smells like eucalyptus oil and she's sleeping soundly. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

Bug Zingers

Me: It's time to pick up toys.
Bug: After making a big show of trying to pick up toys but failing... Mommy, my hands are just too small for poys.


Me: Hey there big boy!
Bug: No! I'm not big boy. I'm robot boy.
Me: Hey there robot boy!
Bug: Noooo! You no hey the robot boy.


Me: Bug, you're going to the doctor today and she's going to look at your bottom.
Bug: Well that'd be a little boss (gross) wouldn't it?
Me: Yeah, I guess it is a little gross.
Bug: If the dogger (doctor) tickles my wein, I'm going to tell her to STOP IT.

Me: What do you want to do today?
Bug: I want to do manwork with my fun daddy.
It's killing the boy to have his daddy gone all day at school and then the library every night.

Me: Do you want to go to the playground (gym) today?

Bug: Ness (yes). And me play with kids?

Me: Yes.

Bug: Kids love me.

Dirty Marketing

Uncle Jimmy's Hangin' Balls...horses love 'em.

This is the advertisement I saw yesterday on my gmail account. Seriously, what's the first thing you thought about after reading that statement? You weren't thinking about molasses flavored balls providing hours of enjoyment for horses were you? Me neither.

http://www.bittenstore.com/site/945873/product/JHB

Same old

There's nothing new happening in my life this week. Nothing has exploded, nothing broken, no embarrassing moments to speak of. Is this how normal people feel? It's nice.

We've been going to the gym every day. My goal has been to lose weight of course, tone up but also to make the gym my second home. I want to feel as comfy in the weight room with the boys as I do in the cardio room. I thought it would be a difficult task since hulky men seem to rule those weight rooms and girls just avoid the area. I'm okay in there. Now I haven't stepped up to the 'real' weight room yet. But I have made the weight machines part of my daily workout. I ignore the lingering looks the muscle-y boys like to give out in hopes of scaring the girls away. I think after birthing two babies, I'm stronger. It's such a mental game isn't it?

Speaking of mental-ness...the locker room scares the hell out of me. I use the locker room closest to the door. I chose this one because of the minimal naked factor. For the past two weeks, this has been a mostly clothed area. Keep in mind, I know naked-ness is going to happen in the locker room. Why oh why does naked-ness have to be shoved right in my face though??? Why? Why would anyone sit on a bench in my locker room without a towel between rump and bench?? Why does this have to occur right where I placed my purse, iphone, ear buds and keys yesterday???? Why? I hate to have to go all second grade on these women, but gross. I'd almost rather run from a poop stick. Now everything that touches the bench gets wiped with antibacterial wipes.

The kids enjoy the kids club area. Bug plays hard for the entire time. He doesn't even stop for a drink of water. We've met a couple of rude little kids and he's used a few phrases I don't approve of, but he's having fun and that's what matters. Al has finally given her baby thumbs up and decided to try napping in the baby area. She loves the spanish speaking grandmas who care for the babies. Who knows, maybe Al will pick up a little spanish while she's there.

The best part...I've already noticed a slight (ever so slight) uplift in the buttocks area. Yay!!!