Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Merry Christmas!

Now with 3 kids in the mix, Christmas is BANANAS.  I can't imagine it getting more fun than this... the magic is real, and the excitement is the kind that gets you up at 5 AM with the kind of noise and energy that wakes up a neighborhood.  It's fantastic ;)

I was a little nervous pre-Christmas, since little June has gotten an early start on what I can only imagine is the terrible twos.  In the days leading up to Christmas, she knocked over a Christmas Tree in a restaurant, creating a commotion that had everyone looking at her, standing there as guilty as they come with her fists full of ornaments.  The next day in Whole Foods, she dumped a dozen eggs from the carton into my basket breaking them on everything I had packed into my cart for Christmas dinner.  I also found her greasing up her toes with my chapstick one quiet evening at home  (I'm still confused).  Luckily, she got off easy as a first time offender and Santa still came around.

The older two would have sold her up the river in a heartbeat for putting a Santa visit on the line.

Christmastime here & gone too quick as always.  Hope you're all having a wonderful holiday season!


Friday, December 16, 2016

*Slow clap*

Hey y'all!

I’ve got the day off today and guess what I’m doing… shopping and blogging!  That’s right, I’m back friends.  Four years have gone by without any real acknowledgement of what’s been going on over here, but it’s too much to cover so we’re just going to pretend that we're all caught up. 

Essentially, we are though. Because despite the fact that we have a new small and wonderful person living in our house (baby June), the pattern repeats.  Have child, move to new house, renovate new house, keep work/travel moving forward, reinforce integrity of ever-stretched thin thread holding you to your sanity and sense of self, smile like the village idiot as you appreciate the wonderful madness of parenthood, dance party, rinse, repeat.  And sometimes you fit in a shower.  (Usually not.)

There we go. All caught up. 

And if you're interested in more detail before four more years pass (just being real), you may peruse my sophisticated photo journal

Talk soon.
N

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Yaawwwwwwwn.

Oh what a nap! Man was I tired.  Hey - what year is it?

WAIT, WHAT????

Looks like this blog has been forgotten for oh, EXACTLY 3 years.  Wow.  Been meaning to get back here for a while...  And of course, I wasn't sleeping.  Quite the opposite. Sorry guys!  I bet you all have new hair styles and have moved on from this little slice of internet.

Turns out kids keep you busy.  And now we have 3.  Meet June (pictured below in a Lucy/Fred sandwich).


OK that's all I got folks!  See you soon, so like maybe I'll report from my spaceship on the way to Mars with my 7 kids in a lil bit.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Crap shoot.

Hi All!  Blogging from the air! Hmm let’s see.  I’m traveling back from some business in Barcelona, and according to this monitor, I’m 3044 miles from home and 36,000 feet in the air.  Minus kids, plus internet access.  Yes, I think the planets have aligned on their bi-yearly pattern allowing me the ability to post to this sadly forgotten blog!  Wherein I will take the opportunity to elaborate on something that no one had ever told me.  It’s the gambling quality of business travel as a mom.  My truth is this: BUSINESS TRAVEL AS A MOTHER = RUSSIAN ROULETTE.

And because of my profession, I keep finding myself pointing the gun at my head.  Here are the ways things have shaken out when I have to pull the trigger.

TYPE 1: GET OUT OF JAIL FREE CARD (AKA, dodging the bullet!)

Trip is short, kids are in good spirits, husband is super-dad, and I’m gone and back before we know it.  Lots of wincing as trigger is pulled, but outcome is fine and my brain is still intact.  Mama lives to see another day.

TYPE 2: DO NOT PASS GO. DO NOT COLLECT $200. (AKA, lights out my friends.)

Trip coincides with unpredictable elements like kids being sick with fevers, unreliable nanny, etc, etc.  Kids ruin you by Skyping heart-wrenching things through feverish crocodile-tears and cartoonish frowns, such as, “I REALLY REALLY MISS YOU AND CAN’T BE HAPPY IF I CAN’T SNUGGLE WITH YOU RIGHT NOW”.  Work stress is compounded by kid sadness and frayed husband trying to manage it all.  Bullet in brain.  Bullet in heart.

BANG BANG.

TYPE 3: MISUNDERSTANDING AND MAYBE A LITTLE TAKING ADVANTAGE OF A TODDLER’S CONCEPT OF TIME  (AKA, Squirt guuun!)

Like that time I went to Chicago and nervously explaineditreallyfast, and four days later when I came home, Lucy asked me “so how was that trip to Costco?”  ... UM, IT WAS REAL GOOD! DANG IT, I FORGOT THAT 1,114 PACK OF TOILET PAPER! LET’S HUG!

And finally, thanks be to God, the status of my current trip, the very most successful of outcomes:

TYPE 4: CELEBRITY DISTRACTION (AKA, this isn’t a gun!  IT’S THE RETURN OF A LITTLE BIT OF YOUR SOUL.)

Parachute in one of the kids’ favorite people on planet earth for duration of trip.  Must be of top caliber, such as grandparent or real live Disney character.  Success rate: 100%. Kids could not care less about my whereabouts, and I can drink some cava and actually enjoy the trip.  THAT MEANS AIRPORT TCHOTCKE’S FOR YOU, CELEBRITY VISITOR!  CLEAR A SPACE ON THAT FRIDGE FOR A SPANKIN’ NEW MAGNET!

If you see my father-in-law, please everyone buy him a drink.  The evaporation of mom-guilt is a rare and magical thing, which allowed me to not only WORK but ENJOY my first trip to Barcelona. The business side was a successful whirlwind of a few days, and I had the chance to take a self-guided Barcelona-in-a-few-hours sightseeing excursion, which was awesome.  I ate local foods, saw Gaudi architecture, the Gothic quarter, the Cathedral, and stood in the Mediterranean Sea.  All while drinking cava and missing my beautiful family at home.  And more than ever, I can’t wait to get home and hug them all to pieces.

I don’t know if it will get easier or harder as they get older.  But I’m taking this (wine-induced, happy post-successful-trip) moment to appreciate how lucky I am to have my lovely family, and also enjoy my job.  Balance is impossibly hard to achieve, but this past week felt like a step in the right direction. 

Is it obvious I got a little tipsy while writing this? (PS, I also just watched What to Expect While You’re Expecting on the plane and balled my eyes out.)

HEY FAMILY!  SEE YOU IN A FEW HOURS, LOVES! 

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Working on the weekend

I don't know about you, but I don't mind a weekend business meeting with the likes of these two.


Especially because the tiny executive on the right wears no pants.

I'm at the airport now jetting off to Dallas for a tradeshow.  Loving being back in the work saddle again, but I will miss those kiddos like crazy over the next few days.  (That said, I'm pretty sure Return of the Mack started blaring in the background when I hopped a taxi to the airport...)

Wish us all luck!

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Happy birthday, Nat!

New fun challenge this year!  Get TWO squirmy babes (one wanting to hold the sign, one wanting to eat it) to pose and hold the annual "happy birthday" sign for their dear ol' Da.  (Luckily this photo was snapped before it turned into the inevitable someone face planting on the floor while the other one yells "KING OF THE CASTLE!")

Bravo, lil ones.  Way to wish the best guy in our lives a happy one!


Adorableness (amongst 999 crazy outtakes)

Now, let's all freak out about how far we've come.  Last year. Year before. Year before that. EGADS.

Monday, July 9, 2012

Crack Attack

A trillion things are going on here.  Ten second update: traveled for work, offered a full-time job, now looking for full-time nanny, old nanny's out of the picture, Lucy turned 3, holidays, and, oh about a billion things with Fred. However, I had to interrupt my silence with a small update.

Fred is sitting up, and it's so darn cute.  Particularly because of the plumber situation he's got going on, if you know what I mean.  Or as Lucy says in seriousness at the sight of a bum crack, "I think your shirt is broken. I see a crack coming out."



Also, a smiliar sighting, a few years ago.