Birthday Weekend EXTRAVAGANZA Days 2 and 3

For the 2nd half of Bella's birthday weekend we took her out to lunch and gave her the tickets to the Taylor Swift concert. Nana then took her shopping for a new outfit to wear.

We had a great time. Taylor sure can put on a great show!

Then yesterday on her actual birthday we went to the Orchard.

All in all it was a great weekend. I will leave you with 3 things I learned this weekend.

1. I do not own near enough sequined clothing items
2. even 10 year old's need a nap before a concert
3. Darth Vader and his storm troopers have to wait for a table at Ramsey's just like everyone else.

Birthday Weekend EXTRAVAGANZA

Day 1.

Tonight started the big 10 birthday weekend. I mean we have to do it up big right?

The big 1-0


a decade old


double digits

My baby is now 3 short years away from her TEENS! OMG.

So.... Tonight was suppost to start at the corn maze however it rained for 3 straight days and was like 40* so we scratched the corn maze. Then it was suppost to be this big suprise when we headed home from the corn maze and I said "SUPRISE Abby's spending the night!"

Well can I tell you the reason I don't do suprises often.... On the way home from school on WED I say, so what do you think you and Abby would want for dinner when she spends the night. Yep thats right. I did. So cat was out of the bag on that suprise. Oh well.

So instead of the corn maze we hit the movies, Puss in Boots 3D, well if you are going to sit through 90 minutes about a talking cat in a little outfit it has to be in 3D right? Then we ran into Kroger got a couple of things needed for a good sleep over, rented some movies and a game from the redbox and came on home. Bella and Abby made cookies and watched a couple of movies and are sacked out on her floor. Sound asleep.

And can I give a big shout out to Pinterest for the great idea for "decorating" for her birthday. Cheep but she LOVED it.

just 15 balloons in colors that match her room just let loose. Looks crazy festive and Bella was so happy. Abby thought it was pretty cool too.

So.... stay tuned for Day 2 where we will have more suprises that I have actually managed to keep as suprises.

Cheese, Chocolate and Hurricanes

So Mommy has been feeling a little strangled lately. Monday I got some relief. Dinner out with my Mum's girls at Saul Good.

Starting with CHEESE! Saul Good has a seasonal cheese fondue. UMMMMMM So yummy.

Then lots of girl talk, we talked about kids, families, tv, riding your bike in a hurricane, ENT appointments, etc, you name it we talked about it. It was about 50 feet short of heaven. What got me closer to heaven you ask?????


CHOCOLATE FONDUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Now some of you who know me know I am allergic to chocolate. It gives me bloches and a headache if I eat more than a bite or 2. However let me just share this little tip from me to you......


Chocolate Fondue is NEVER a Fondon't. I popped a couple excedrin extra strength when I got home and all was right with the world.

So to sum it up

CHEESE - CHECK

Good friends- CHECK

Good laughs- CHECK

Momma's Sanity returns (well there isn't enough cheese or chocolate on the planet to check that off)

Chocolate Fondue.... ALWAYS!

Oh how they make me laugh

So the twins newest trick is showing off their bellies. You say Where's your belly? and up their shirts come and they try and bend down to see their belly.

So the other day Wyatt wanted to watch an Elmo dvd and so I said "I think sissy has it in her room. Where's Bella?"

He looks at me, looks down the hall, back to me where he raises his shirt and points to his belly button. This continued over and over about 5 times then I said where's ISAbella. He thing ran down the hall and knocked on her door.

Mommy Guilt

So I am dealing with an extreme amount of mommy guilt. I cannot tell you the last time I had 10 minutes free of kids and pets and Kroger. Yes I get to go to Kroger free of kids and pets. WOOHOO I know it does smack of a Caribbean holiday doesn't it. NOT.

So why the double guilt? I worked SOOOO hard to have my kids. Years of blood work, exams, shots, tests, heart break, heart ache, miscarriage, more shots, more exams, more, more, more. God blesses me with beautiful healthy twins. I already had a beautiful daughter. I am so blessed. So whats my problem. I should not feel trapped or suffocated. I am blessed with 3 amazing honest to goodness miracles. I am blessed with a husband who works super hard so I can stay home with these blessings. Yep.

Home.

All the time.

24 hours a day.

7 days a week.

52 weeks a year.

So I won. I hit the infertility lottery. I don't have the right to complain. I don't have the right to feel like running away from home.

I don't have the right....

To Wish...

To Dream...

To Pray...

for 1 hour. just 1 hour where I am not smelling for poo, listening to screaming, answering questions, folding laundry, unloading/reloading the dishwasher, sorting coupons, making lists, packing lunches, wiping noses, cleaning every surface I see.

Just 1 hour.

So why do I feel so guilty?

This is just to make you laugh!

This is for Kristy!

Yep

Nuf Said

Worst Dr EVER and Assault Rifle Yes Please

Ok so let me preface this by saying everything turned out fine... that being said....

My sister who moonlights as my bff came over this morning before her dr's appointment. We hung out had breakfast played with the kids and she went to her appointment. See she found some lumps in her right breast.. I sat here and told her everything was going to be fine. Fast forward to 12:10. Phone rings and its her. She is being sent right away for a mammogram. She is 31. She is in good health. And when did they stop making you wait 2 weeks before you can get in? I met her there and within 15 maybe 20 minutes we were done waiting for the doctor to read the results.


Enter WORST DOCTOR EVER! We are taken back to the little room where the bad news is given. The we're so sorry news. Only moments later enters say it with me THE WORST DOCTOR EVER. He has this super serious sorry your dog died face and this low monotone sorry your dog died voice. He starts by saying they didn't find anything in the right breast. shoo. but WAIT FOR IT.... then he takes this big breath, sighs and says "Your left breast" and PAUSES! yes you read that right he PAUSES. I am thinking OH MY LORD PLEASE NO! My sister cannot have cancer. I promised her it would all be ok. He begins to run off at the mouth about misshapen milk glads and one foot smaller than the other until my sister sits straight up and in a loud but clear voice stops his ramblings and says " DO I HAVE CANCER?" We then get this look from yes you got it THE WORST DOCTOR EVER like we are idiots and he can't believe we didn't read between those lines and know already that she did not have cancer. I mean who doesn't get from misshapen milk glands and one foot smaller than the other to no cancer on their own? Stupid people I guess because he was clear as mud to us.

So this has been bugging me most of the day until I hear on the news about a raffle in Paris ( Yes Paris KENTUCKY) to raise money for a kids football team where you buy tickets and the prize is yep an Assault Rifle. I mean nothing says lets help the kids like something that can fire several hundred rounds of body piercing bullets per minute. So I go back and forth on what to do about this doctor.....

Scathing email to Lexington Clinic or


Drive to Paris and buy me a raffle ticket?

Wonder what I should do? LOL

Sickness and the art of the Dance

Poor Willa Grace. I know its just a cold but she is so miserable.

However I will say as sad as she looks and as sick as she is she still can make you smile. Last night she would dance then lay on the floor and cry.

But what can I say when the rhythm gets you it gets you and you just gotta dance.

Double Post Monday... Our meal plan for the week.

I know there are weeks when I sit down to make my menu and nothing comes. I draw a complete blank. Don't know what to buy, don't know what to make. This was not one of those weeks so I thought I would share so that others who are hitting that same menu making wall may be helped and may then help in return.

Tonight its Crazy Cheesey Mac and Cheese plus Smoked Sausage . I added the sausage to the recipe to make it a main dish and then we are having broccoli with it.

Tomorrow: Crock Pot Chicken over Rice...
3 cans of chicken broth, 2 cans of cream of chicken soup, 1 stick of butter, 4 chicken breasts...throw all of that in crock pot on low for 7 hrs. Take chicken out and shred. Serve over hot rice.

Wed: Meatloaf and Mashed potaotes and peas. Now I had made the same kind of meatloaf for YEARS until I had surgery a couple of years back and Shawna Bivins brought us dinner. I will never make meatloaf any other way ever again.

Thur: Crock Pot Beef Stroganoff over noodles

Friday: Baked Potato Soup with bread.

Saturday: Slow Cooker Pork Chops with Soy Sauce and Ginger

Sunday: Baked Parmesan Garlic Chicken with Broccoli

So there ya go. A weeks menu.

Running and the word NO.....

There is a word I need to practice....

NO!

I was going through my calendar and thinking heavens I have a lot to do. Then I opened my email and typed "if you still need me I would be glad to help with Walk to School Day". This was only after I agree'd to make 3 different treats, 10 of each minimum for the cake walk at the carnival.

Then I opened another email to say yes to a Mum's outting but questioning how on earth I am going to do a hay ride and petting zoo with 2 yes count um 2 babies. Maybe just maybe I have lost my ever loving mind.

So in addition to not being able to say no to anyone or anything that includes my own dumb ideas. Thanks to my sweet friend Jenna I am now the proud owner of a double jogger. I love it I really do. So easy to push, Willa Grace isn't kicking Wyatt in the back, and it looks cool. lol. Soooo sure why not I can run. no big deal. WRONG! I was never a big runner before hand and let me just tell you people you think having 1 baby wreaks you try having 2! This will pretty much sum it up.

Yep, your welcome people of Chadwick, Windy Knoll and Summerhill. That laugh was for you! Oh well onward and upward I suppose.