"experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted." -randy pausch

Thursday, August 27, 2015

they're gettin' me through {THE BOSS}

kiss my cheeks.
do it.
just once.
2 hours later...
ok, now you can put me in my crib for a nap.
and that's basically our routine.
every day.
which means when my printer is out of ink because i still haven't accomplished anything,
like refilling print cartridges and stuff like that,
not even with all three of my kids in school for several hours twice a week at the same time,
i STILL have to call my friends to print athleta return labels off for me on their printers.
ain't no shame.
and how long does "i just had a baby" work anyway???
p.s.
athleta city jogger pants.
wowza.
when kara said "oh they'll get ya through" with a smirk on her face, 
i didn't think she was all that serious about not wearing anything else.
we're on day 6 here folks,
DAY 6.
and i just caved and bought a second pair in a second color because how else am i gonna wash this one pair if i can't be wearing them at the same time?
impossible i say.
impossible.
so yeah,
they're gettin' me through.
HOLEY SWEET MOLEY, 
they're gettin' me through;)

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

you wanted to take some pictures of your backpack too {2nd grade}

{when i was pregnant with you, i was teaching 2nd grade. 
i can't believe you are IN the 2nd grade!}
...
i got up before you.
made you pancakes.
packed your lunch, with a drink in your thermus {remember this for later}, 
put it in your backpack.
and then i woke you up.
you were in such a cute little mood.
told me you loved me,
and that i was the "best mom ever."
{you don't say that after school when i'm trying to make you do your homework. ehem}
after breakfast i helped you get dressed.
your shoes light up,
and so you spent 5 minutes stomping around the entire kitchen trying to get them to keep lighting up.
i looked at dad and said, "hope those batteries go out fast."
and then i decided i wouldn't put your shoes on so early from now on.
i was smarter this year and left 15 minutes for pictures on the porch.
this is absolutely my FAVORITE part of the first day of school.
FAVORITE!!!
you wanted me to take some pictures of your backpack too.
and then of course you had to see them.
you smile like your dad,
and i think it's the most handsome thing i've ever seen.
then susie and i drove you, cade, and cassie out to school.
we walked you in,
and i could TASTE the buzz of the first day of school.
you waved at everyone you hadn't seen all summer,
and went into class like it was no big deal.
then i bribed you with "the famous" cookies when you got home 
to make you sit still and tell me all about it.
you told me you didn't remember as much german as your teacher was speaking,
just a little bit,
which meant you didn't have to worry about getting in trouble for talking at all
{that part made me laugh},
and then you said that your english teacher was the nicest ever,
and that you got in trouble for talking in there,
{this part made me laugh even more}
when i went through your backpack i found a soggy box of erasers,
and that's when you told me your thermos leaked ALL over EVERYTHING we had bought you for school this year, but that that good woman of a teacher you have said it was no big deal, and she would just dry them all out. i loved her right away.
then you told me about how the boys vs girls on the playground game was working this year,
and that it was different than last year, but that mostly meant that there was just more chasing. 
and could you leave and go get cade now?
and that was what i remember about your first day of second grade.

also,
you haven't lost one darn tooth.
not a single one.
but you're shark teeth are pretty freaking fantastic in spite of it.

Monday, August 24, 2015

and you're wearing WHITE pants

that moment when you look down and realize you've just been pooped on.
and you're wearing WHITE pants.
yep:)


Sunday, August 23, 2015

sufficiently scarred for life, with big fat smiles on our faces

i remember this used to be fun.
buying school supplies.
getting school supplies.
at Long's!
sandie always took us to Long's.
and then i'd go home,
lay it all out on the floor,
and get my backpack all ready for the first day of school.
OH HOW I LOVED DOING THIS!!!!
thrilling! it was just SO thrilling!
well this year,
it wasn't thrilling.
i had this great idea of what it was going to look like though.
brennan and i were going to go get popcorn and an icee,
and we were going to have this amazingly wonderful and bonding school supply shopping experience. just like when i was a kid.
well folks, it wasn't.
it just WASN'T.
brennan was running all over the place,
throwing things in the cart that we didn't need,
asking for EVERYTHING we passed by for in the store,
and i stood there wondering where my magical back to school shopping moment had gone.
plus, i was in a rush.
because we had not just one giant school supply list we needed to shop for this year, 
but TWO giant school supply lists we needed to shop for this year,
which i couldn't print out because my printer was out of ink {my printer is STILL out of ink},
so i had to take a picture of the lists and my phone kept screen saving itself,
and i'd have to go back in and search through the pictures and try to figure out where i was on the list again,
and also brennan wanted boxers not underwear.
which of course were thrown all over the place from the madness which is back to school shopping at the end of july.
and i just kept huffing and puffing, and swearing to myself i would never wait this long to back to school shop ever again,
and also i was worried about needing to get home to feed dean
and dinner that needed to be cooked,
and kids that needed to be bathed, 
and lotioned, 
and read to, 
and tucked in, 
etc ETC etc! 
and so i rushed him,
and rushed him,
and rushed him.
and at one point, after we had to leave the school supply section 
AT THE VERY BACK OF THE STORE 
to go to the bathrooms 
AT THE VERY FONT OF THE STORE
{after i had ALREADY ASKED HIM AT THE FRONT OF THE STORE if he needed to go pee},
i ran over his little fingers.
because of course he was laying on the bottom of the cart.
yep.
and i remember feeling irritated that he had let me run over his fingers.
I CAN'T BELIEVE HE LET ME RUN OVER HIS FINGERS!
this is what i was thinking.
{or maybe it was just me being mad at myself for letting him ride on the bottom of the cart where without fail, they always get their fingers run over by the cart? and maybe i just felt guilty that i let him ride in the bottom of the cart. even though i always let them ride in the bottom of the cart. just sayin, that was probably more of the reason why i was mad. i was just mad at me.}
and so there i was,
SUPER IRRITATED that i had run over his fingers with the cart,
and as i came around to the front of the cart, 
where he had pulled himself out from underneath, 
to scold HIM for ME running over his fingers with the cart {wait...what???},
i stopped.
i just stopped.
and i looked at him all curled up into a ball on the dirty laminate target floor,
crying. covering his face, crying.
and i just felt sad.
because here i was ruining it!
i was ruining back to school shopping with all of my rushing.
because i had stuff to do.
stuff that now, three weeks later, i can tell you it didn't even matter
{because the baby slept longer, and i didn't even make dinner, 
and really, they probably didn't even need a bath that night anyway}
so i took a deep breath right then and there,
looking at my sweet little about to be 2nd grader brennan whimpering on the floor,
and i looked up into the tops of my eyelids,
and pulled myself together.
i tell you,
i got down on that gross white floor with him,
put my arm around him all soft like,
and in my most remorseful voice was all,
"that looks like it hurts pal."
and his little eyes wouldn't even look at me.
and i'm just feeling really REALLY sheepish now.
and so i was all, "i'm really sorry i've been rushing us. do you think we could start over?"
and he nodded a little bit,
and i was feeling like maybe i was handling this better now,
except even though he got up and gave me a hug,
he still wouldn't look me in the eyes.
so we walked through the store all quiet like for the next few minutes,
picked up the rest of the stuff on the list he needed.
grabbed some milk from the refrigerator section,
and we started walking back to the front of the store to the checkout.
and i think we were both just still feeling pretty crummy.
he was feeling crummy because his finger was all black and blue and throbbing,
and also his mom had kind of been acting like a big jerk the whole time,
and i was feeling really crummy that i didn't have time to take my kids school shopping,
and that i had been acting like a big jerk the whole time.
and that's when he spotted the mine craft hat.
and in my head i was all,
gasp! mine craft hat!
we could buy the mine craft hat!
and then i was all,
CRAP! 
i can't buy the mine craft hat!!!!
if i buy the mine craft hat,
i'm buying him off!
and i can't buy him off...
wait, can i???
my head is spinning now.
and that's when i started envisioning us on oprah in twenty years with dr phil, 
and brennan's all,
"my life was ruined at age 7 when my mom bought me off with a $10 mine craft hat" 
and all of the audience members are glaring at me, 
and shaking their heads like they do on that show,
and oprah is all "and how does that make you feel emily? KNOWING that you ruined your child at AGE 7? AGE 7!!!" all high and mighty you know. 
and i can see myself sitting there with my cup of water and the silver straw they gave out to guests in the golden years of the show, 
and that's when they cut to commercial to let me collect myself or something really dramatic like that.
{i'm still in denial that she's off the air--OWN doesn't count. i just pretend it's on at 4pm everyday, and that i just forget to record it, and that's why it's not on my DVR--no judgement please. 
i'm IN denIAL! just let me be in denial}.
and that's when i all of a sudden SNAPPED back into reality,
and remembered:)
brennan had not one but TWO five dollar bills in my wallet.
$10 in my wallet!
the same price of the hat!
I REPEAT: THE SAME PRICE OF THE HAT!
that he had found in the pockets of some shorts he hadn't worn since last summer.
and had been patiently waiting to spend for weeks.
so i very calmly whipped those two five dollar bills out,
and all innocently was like,
"hey brennan, if you wanted to spend your $10 from the magic pants, 
i bet target has lots of $10 stuff, like.....OH! MAYBE LIKE THIS HAT!"
{take the bait kid, this was what i was thinking.}
and he was all,
"the hat costs the same as what i have?"
and i was all,
"yep pal, it does. in fact it's one penny less!"
{forget about the tax folks, FORGET ABOUT THE TAX!}
and so my friends, that day at target,
we put all of our school supplies, milk, and mine craft hat up on that black conveyor belt,
sufficiently scarred for life, with big fat happy smiles on our faces.
and i guess we'll just have to wait and ask his therapist in twenty years if his life was ruined by two five dollar bills in target, the day his mom ran over his fingers, and secretly bought him off unknowingly with the green mine craft hat.
until then,
i'm just always going to remember how that dang mine craft hat 
and the money from the magic pants saved our back to school shopping day.
our back to school FINGER RUNNING OVER fiasco of a day.
ok?
ok:)

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

we almost didn't make it {the day before is the worst}

this was t-minus 17 hours and 10 minutes until 2nd grade started.
we almost didn't make it.
awesome park for the win.
and 69 cent mcdonald's ice cream cones.
i don't know what was worse...
that we started school on a thursday,
or that everyone else started school on wednesday.
the day before.
:/

dean DA 2 FOOT LONG beanSTALK

reflux can't hold him down!
it just tappers him off from the 86th down to the 50th in weight.
just wait until he stops barfing up everything he eats;)
not to worry though,
he's still the longest baby on the block.
who ever heard of a 24 inch {aka 2 FOOT LONG} 9 week old anyway???
we have.
dean DA beanSTALK.
the 2 FOOT LONG beanSTALK.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

one dinner i won't forget

there were about 500 bees,
the kids were crying and running away from the table,
spilling their drinks,
breaking their cups,
and not wanting to eat.
also, dean cried the entire time.
yep,
that's basically how it went this year.
the back to school feast.
can't win 'em all;)
#4kidsisalotofkids

i bribed him of course

{above: orientation day. where the mommy's stay}
...
it was all fun and games until he found out i wasn't going to GO to school with him.
totally caught me off guard.
so of course i did the only logical thing. 
bribed him with his binky
and sent him off in the car with dad:) 
the baby man goes to school.
dear chase,
not sure how we got here pal.
feels like you should be at home playing cars around the coffee table forever.
i hope they make you pull up your own underwear and shorts.
'cause i just can't say no to those bright blue eyes of yours.
xoxo,
MOM
{except you call me mommy. the only one to call me that so far. 
and it's the sweetest thing i've ever heard.}

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

the wash.

brennan  used to be in chase's spot in the basket.
and chase use to be in dean's spot in the basket.
but when you're laundry room only has room for two baskets,
somebody had to get bumped from the basket.
and since brennan's room is at the bottom of the stairs off of the laundry room,
brennan got bumped from the basket.
so i just run his loot right down,
or if i'm feeling REALLY adventurous,
i have HIM run his loot right down.
and then i feel like i've taught my kids about a little 1st world hard work for the day,
and we can go back to jumping on the tramp and riding bikes,
and begging for more video games and stuff like that.
now say it with me:
"designated spots."
DESIGNATED SPOTS!
in the bins! my friends!
designated spots!
in
the
bins:)
it's genius,
it's amazing,
and it's run my laundry room for 5 years.
easy to put away!
easy to not put away!
because it works like a dresser on TOP of your washer and dryer.
so convenient and handy you see.
people with lots of stairs can appreciate this.
people with kids with lots of stairs can appreciate this.
people with kids with lots of stairs without any time to put away clothes can appreciate this.
or just OCD people that like to have organized laundry can appreciate this.
whichever.
also,
i hang dry everything.
EVERYTHING.
even baby clothes.
{except for jammies, and socks, and bras, and some other stuff that i feel like doesn't need to be preserved for time and all eternity.
and well, i do hang dry the japanese kimono jammies, and the elsa jammies, and my soma jammies. ok, maybe i DO hang dry SOME jammies. but not all the jammies!}
yikes. 
there, i said it.
don't judge.
just appreciate,
and wish you were my baby sister.
'cause one day,
she's gonna get some slammin' kid clothes hand me downs.
that look BRAND SPAKIN' NEW.
even baby onesies.
especially girl baby onesies,
as only one gibson ever saw those.
because they were all hung dry.
{which is also why i have black shirts that i wear 
that i bought 10 years ago that look brand new.}
yep,
THAT's what she said;)
laundry is my happy place.
it gives me joy.
and also, the kids can't get to it and dump folded bins out all over my floors.
at least they haven't figured out how to...yet.
remember...
appreciate!
{and wish you were my baby sister}.
the end.