The Reyes Family

Loser.

2011-02-16T15:58:00.000-08:00

Although I won the push up contest, I lost the sprint race. Now I am taking out the recycleables (for a week) while my 11 year old gloats. He can't help his awesomeness.

Speaking Your Mind.

2011-02-16T10:21:00.000-08:00

I've noticed lately how difficult it is to get Max to share what is on his mind. He holds back more often than ever. Yay for pre teens! This change in the game has just required more strategy on my part, but it usually pays off in him spilling his deep vault of secret thoughts. Yesterday was another one of these days. He was being evasive as to why he didn't want to join the new track team at school. He had an answer for everything and it still didn't satisfy. I asked who was on the team...most of his good friends. I asked who coached the team...one of his favorite teachers. I asked if he liked running...yeah. I told him he could do it for fun and not compete...no. Was there a bully...no. Was he afraid of losing...no. A zillion questions and answers later I gave up and Max then looked at Leon and I and said, "I just don't like running in circles." Enough said.

Since I am on the topic of speaking your mind...

While I was in Lowe's the other day with the little boys, we took an emergency detour from the hardware section to the bathroom. Why do all of my boys wait until the very last second?!!? While I was waiting with Zac outside the stall, I could hear Sam inside the stall hitting his legs and laughing! Being under some serious time constraints (8 1/2 minutes 'til pick up for Max) I told him to stop playing and finish up. Sam then yelled, "But, Mommy! My legs are squishy and bouncy like yours!" Nice. And yes, all of the other women in the Lowe's bathroom found it amusing as well.

Where Love Is.

2011-02-09T14:46:00.000-08:00

Heart shaped dinner.

Sharing.

2011-02-02T08:00:00.000-08:00

We have been working a lot on sharing.

So far bath time has been the only hour there is full cooperation.

Style.

2011-02-01T15:44:00.000-08:00

Track pants...check.

Race car t shirt...check.

Reversible vest...check.

Spider Man gloves...check.

Self expressing 3 year old...check.

Winter Break 2010.

2011-01-07T13:59:00.000-08:00

Honestly, it doesn't feel like the holidays until we take a road trip up to visit family in Napa. While we were there, we went ice skating on polymer "ice" in Yountville. It was actually quite fun and came with the occasional slip and fall...even being that it wasn't real ice.

Christmas Lights.

2010-12-23T21:57:00.001-08:00

Tonight we went to look at Christmas lights.

According to Sammy, these are mustache's.

Wise Guy.

2010-12-20T13:10:00.000-08:00

We recently put out the Fisher-Price Nativity and Sam is putting it to good use.

The mind of a 3 year old.

Merry Christmas!

Another Year Older.

2010-08-31T22:59:00.000-07:00

My birthday was on a Wednesday this year. That alone should have been a sign that it was going to be a forgettable day. When you're 33 with kids and your birthday falls in the middle of the week it's not expected to be a celebration with fireworks and a fancy dinner. Instead, it's cleaning toilets, forgetting your kid at school, 2 hour football practice in 107 degree weather and cheese quesadillas for dinner. So August 25th 2010 came and went as expected and it's okay with me.

It's hard sometimes as a mom to say, "Don't forget to help the kids make a card for ME!" or "Maybe you could help the boys find something special for ME for MY birthday." or "Ya think you could convince the boys to do extra chores the since it's MY birthday?" or "Maybe since they have zero money, you could remind them to give me a big BIRTHDAY hug." It's hard because it shouldn't have to be done...right?!!?

But the reality is, most traditions come from us moms. We really are talented when it comes to making our family members feel special, especially on their day. Growing up, our family had a tradition that was passed down from my moms family...birthday dinner. The menu was made to your liking. What ever you wanted, it was served. I have always loved birthday dinner and so does our little family. Leon+Birthday=Tostadas (every year!)

This year was no different, even being 33. We had dinner on Saturday night at my parents with a "just surprise me" menu that turned into an instant favorite. Seriously, my Mom is amazing and thoughtful.

Beef Bourguignon with roasted potatoes

and for dessert...

Pavlova with summer berries

It turned out to be memorable after all!

Saying Our Goodbyes.

2010-08-18T23:05:00.000-07:00

Elder Casey

My boys.

Trevor's duffle bag was a freebie from

The California Lottery...can you see the emblem?

I teased him because his tie matched it perfectly.

I wonder if he did that on purpose?

Sunday.

2010-08-16T13:31:00.000-07:00

Sam is an insistent child. The last two days he hasn't stopped telling me over and over again that he is going to Honduras. I wonder what he pictures in his mind when he says that.

We spent Sunday in Delano. First, Trevor spoke in church...it was amazing! I have other thoughts about his talk...I'll share another time. I will say this, he has an amazing ability to connect with those who listen to him. I have NEVER been more proud of my brother.

We spent the rest of the day at my parents house. We snacked and each of us found a place to snooze. It was a perfect Sunday afternoon.

Trevor said Sunday night that I won't be even thinking about him with all that I will be doing while raising the boys. I think he won't even be thinking of me with all of the teaching and service he will be enjoying in Honduras. Fair enough.

I have been teased by Max for my tears, I wonder when it will sink in for him. Tomorrow we will be seeing Trevor off at the airport. 2 years. Tears will pour, I am sure of that.

Mas Los Angeles.

2010-08-13T17:00:00.000-07:00

A trip to LA wouldn't be complete without a walk

around the temple while enjoying Sprinkles cupcakes.

Trip 2010.

2010-08-12T23:32:00.000-07:00

We started out calling this a mini family vacation. I soon realized any traveling with kids is not a vacation, it is a trip. None the less, we had a good time together. We had some moments where we tried each others patience but we laughed and made some memories...

Like, playing dress up in Nordstrom. We were kind enough to use cheaper props and not designer handbags...I am sure they appreciated the gesture.

Sweet.

2010-08-11T20:09:00.000-07:00

Summer is coming to a end...well, summer vacation that is. The heat is here to stay for at least a couple of months. Ewww. Tonight we drove through (or is it thru?) our favorite donut (or is it doughnut?) shop for drinks. No donuts today, but a large beverage with the best pellet ice in town...yes, please!

We love this place. The best Old Fashions around. We even dropped in to celebrate National Donut Day (yep, I'm for real) at our beloved Scotty's on Houston. This day was actually what kicked started our summer. See? Yum.

Tonight intended to be a night without a donut, so I thought. That was until our friendly server who always calls me "dear" filled a bag with donut holes and waved to the kids who were salivating in the back of the minivan. They really know how to keep their customers coming back for more, don't they?!!?

Speaking of yummy, check out this guy...

Enjoy!

2010-07-05T12:02:00.000-07:00

I was looking through a box for my tattoo sleeves for my mom...yes, I have tattoo sleeves...and yes, my mom wants to borrow them. While looking for the tattoo sleeves, I found a wig. It made me think of our last Halloween. So, here you go...

Jon and Kate Gosselin.

I feel like I have been working for years trying to perfect Kate's eye roll.

I take my role very seriously!

This is the Jon and Kate after the split (notice Jon's earrings and experimental facial hair)...however if you look closely, you will see a baby bump.

Jon and Kate plus 9?!!?

I probably take my role too seriously!

Then there is this darling boy.

A young Clark Kent.

And this bad boy rockin' the tattoo sleeves.

Poor Me.

2010-04-29T16:15:00.000-07:00

If the greatest wealth is health than I am certainly not the Bill Gates of wellness. My leg pain is back. I am more sure of myself than I was the first two times it got me down and am more hopeful than ever that I will beat this. Luckily, I have amazing friends who love me and pray for me. My family is pulling together to help me. And I have heard from many who have loaned me their strength for the meantime. My prayers are being answered.

I am not the only one. Believe it or not, this is the face of a baby with a serious viral infection.

Today it was confirmed that he has RSV. At this point it is something that we have to have monitored daily at the doctors office. He slept all night...7 hours. Meanwhile, I could not take advantage of this. I was up with worry and pain. Oh, motherhood!

And this is the face of the brother who lovingly shared his cough and boogers with the babe. Notice, he is feeling better and back to his mischievous ways. Max has been on high alert as Sam is back to ransacking his room for cars and lego wheels. This is him making a garage for those cars to go into.

I may not have my health, but as we all know money can't buy me love!

Word Association.

2010-04-26T16:04:00.000-07:00

Today I was talking to a dear friend that seriously brings out the very best in me. I always hang up the phone feeling refreshed, uplifted and enlightened.

Today was one of those days. We were crying (literally) to each other about personal trials. Challenges that hopefully we conquer and look back on with a sigh of relief.

She said something that really helped me.

"Guilt should only be associated with sin."

Genius.

Why do I weigh myself down with guilt?

I have always associated guilt with my inadequateness.

The dishes aren't done.

Kids eat sandwiches for dinner.

I napped instead of _______(fill-in-the-blank).

I can't seem to get around to sorting that stack of papers.

Or that laundry.

I didn't properly thank a very thoughtful person.

Yeah, so? So, none of those things are associated with sin. Why then must I beat myself silly with guilt. It's okay.

Thank you dear friend. Thank you a million times.

So, the dishes aren't done.

The kids won't remember they ate grilled cheese...let alone care that they did.

I am rested.

Yes, the papers are stacked, but lucky for me, my house isn't in the next Pottery Barn photo shoot.

The laundry can still be found, even if it's in a basket and not a drawer.

I verbally showed appreciation and was truly sincere, after all, that is my style.

Once again, genius. So insightful and just what I needed today.

More Baby Love.

2010-04-13T16:22:00.000-07:00

I had my postpartum check up today. I want more babies...am I crazy?

Irresistable.

2010-04-12T15:16:00.000-07:00

I am just in love all over again...look at this lovey!

My friend Jan, took wonderful pictures of Zachary.

We couldn't have been more pleased!

Not only is she talented, but I seriously think she is The Baby Whisperer...she has such a gentle and loving touch! I cannot thank Jan enough, as I now will be able to relive this tender moment over and over!

You can see more of Jan's talent here

www.janiphotography.com

Losing It.

2010-03-23T16:20:00.000-07:00

Darn it.

I gave birth to an 8 pound 10 ounce baby boy.

Only 8 pounds and 10 ounces.

Not 30, like I would have liked...

because now I am several (okay, 30) pounds heavier

and having to face how to lose it.

Unfortunately, I have discovered something delicious and dangerous.

These cookies will never let me lose an ounce of this "baby" weight.

And yet, part of me is okay with holding onto the extra pounds...

as I nibble on a cookie or two, or three.

This is a battle, and I'm not sure how I can win!

Look Alike.

2010-03-18T19:23:00.000-07:00

Some say Max has Leon's build...

and that Sam has Leon's coloring and calves.

I have been told Max looks just like me...

and Sam is a small version of Leon.

Zac was nicknamed "The Reyes Tie Breaker"...

It was all up to him.

Would he look like Max or Sam?

Leon and I are a little shocked to see that he resembles

someone who we never even thought of as a possibility...

Okay, just the hairdo.

Isn't his natural hairstyle so Rod Stewart?

I love it.

Zac was just born with a little spunk!

Regressing.

2010-03-13T17:06:00.000-08:00

A few days before Zac was born, we unpacked and washed some baby clothes. While rummaging through the pile, Sam found this (size 0-3 months) and insisted on wearing it. Leon and I indulged, never thinking it might somewhat fit. He wore it all day and we laughed all day.

This is Sam's seat of choice...well this and the infant car seat.

Zachary Thomas Reyes

2010-03-10T18:21:00.000-08:00

On Thursday, March 4, 2010 at 7:30 am I anxiously lay in the hospital bed waiting for our doctor. We knew the plan, I was there to be induced. I was anxious because it seemed like just yesterday that Sam came to us in the same way and it was the most draining experience...emotionally and physically. When the doctor walked in, he was calm and smiles. I felt ease.

According to our beloved doc, there is no award for being without pain medication and so I was on my way to having the infamous epidural. After some pitocin, I began feeling contractions...the great thing about this epidural was that I could feel enough but not too much. It was just what I wanted!

By 11:50 it was intense and my nurse came in to check on me for the first time. Her reaction was something like...

WAIT...STOP...DON'T DO ANYTHING!

30 minutes and 2 pushes later, Zac was here! 8 pounds 10 ounces and 20 inches. It was the kind of labor that makes you want to have another baby immediately. My only explanation is that only the Lord could know that with a busy boy like Sam waiting at home, I need it to be a little easier this time around!

So far...

He cries if he's hungry. He nuzzles and snuggles and melts my heart. He sleeps all day and is up all night. He is not the slightest bothered by all the noise. He is a perfect fit.

We are in love.

Old News Is Still Good News.

2010-02-26T17:26:00.000-08:00

For those of you who were really left out of the loop...

I am pregnant.

And Due March 3, 2010.

That's in about 5 days...but who's counting?!!?

Oh yeah, ME!

It started in June when I found out because I was feeling like crap. Leon was away for the week at Boys Scout Camp...I was solo with our boys and Max's friend for the week. It was perfect timing. Luckily, I called my brother who came and stayed and entertained after I shared the secret. Oh, a couple of things:

1. No cell phone reception in the mountains, so I couldn't share this unexpected news with Leon.

2. My parents were both away and didn't have reception where they were either.

3. Did I mention how horribly ill I was?!!?

Okay, so Trevor to the rescue! Eventually I was able to tell Leon, 4 days later and it has been surreal ever since.

What we do know through this experience...

Miracles truly happen.

It is a BOY!

He is nicknamed "The Reyes TieBreaker" as we wait to see who he looks like!

The older I get, the harder pregnancy is.

I tend to not sweat the small stuff as much.

Oh, and leaving the best for last...I am really cranky.

(challenging when trying not to sweat the small stuff!)

I will be induced Monday morning if I don't go into labor over the weekend. I am ready. Everyone is ready. In the mean time I am looking back on the last few months that have left me in survival mode...there is so much to catch up on blog-wise, and I want to since this is as good as it gets for the journaling part of me.

Gotta go...Sam just got into my baking cabinet and dumped sprinkles all over the place. Part of me thinks he knows I am in survival mode and is taking advantage of the situation. He's so smart.

xoxo

Jen

Kinda Like a Homecoming...

2009-12-08T16:11:00.000-08:00

except that is where I have been all this time...

HOME!

This Homecoming though is referring to our blog.

6 months has passed since my last attempt to post anything...too long.

I will attempt to update a few important events and start this up again.

We'll talk soon!

Love,
Jen

Miss Spell.

2009-06-17T13:23:00.000-07:00

I am on a hunt for a frezer, I mean a freezer.

I was thinking of buying a frigerater, fridgerator, I mean a refrigerator.

Please excuse all of my spelling mistakes, you see I have been searching on Craigslist for such an appliance. If you don't know what craigslist is, ask me later.

Those of you who do know and haven't used it, use your money wisely and give it a try.

Those of you who are searching and aren't successful in finding what you are looking for, here is a critical tip for you:

MISSPELL

Yes, don't type refrigerator for weeks like I did. It will seriously limit the availability.

Do try

fridge

frige

refridge

refrige

frig

frige

Then move onto...

refrigerater

refridgerator

frigerator

fridgerator

and so on.

What you will find in doing such a search:

*You will NEVER spell refrigerator correctly again.

*You will find endless variations of misspelling and become proud of yourself when you think of frezer instead of freezer (trust me).

*You will eventually find what you are looking for, and for a great price.

Oh, and I haven't found a freezer yet, so if you know of one...

Pleze lit mi no.

Sidewalk Sale.

2009-06-13T14:29:00.002-07:00

Saturdays are for doughnuts

and yard sales

and making memories.

Tuesday PART TWO.

2009-06-11T11:44:00.000-07:00

Tuesday, June 9

PART TWO: 12:15pm

While at the park, Molly invites us to play at her house for the afternoon. We agree that Max will ride with her as I will need to make a stop at home for Sam's much needed blanket.

We then decide I should definitely stop by Target and pick up two large fountain diet cokes for us girls...50 cents each (what a bargain). One dollar and 9 cents later, Sam and I were all filled up and on our way out the double doors.

I don't mean to boast, but if there is one thing I can master, it is pushing a baby in a cart while holding a beverage.

My self confidence was tested however as I decided to nestle the second soda inside the cart (in the corner, for support) while maneuvering my way to the car. What I completely neglected was the pad of metal speed bumps...the cup was quickly emptied all over the asphalt!

I went inside for a refill, fearing I looked gluttonous. What kind of person buys two sodas...and then immediately comes back for a refill...at Target? Pride aside, I had a friend counting on me.

It didn't take long and I was on my way home for the blanket. Remember? Okay.

As I walk into the house I smell smoke. I see smoke. I am choking on smoke.

I frantically run through the house to find...NOTHING!

Puzzled, I go to the kitchen one more time and open the oven. I find this:

Our busy little Sam, who loves buttons, must have pushed the "Clean" button before we left for the park. Oh, my little helper! The biggest disappointment: my secret cupcake hiding spot has been revealed.

Luckily, there wasn't a fire. Luckily, it is still 80 degrees and I can air out the house. I just look forward to the day I stop smelling like a camp fire.

Purple Passion.

2009-06-10T14:03:00.000-07:00

It's summertime and my blender is buzzing.

Smoothies are one way for my family to get in the proper amount of servings of fruits and vegetables.

Yep, I said vegetables! Here is our favorite...

2 cups packed, freshly rinsed spinach leaves

2 cups frozen mixed berries (blueberries, raspberries, blackberries, etc.)

1-2 cups cold water

1 banana

Blend spinach, berries and 1 cup of water until smooth. Add more water if needed. Finally, add a banana and blend again.

This will make 2 large smoothies.

Thursday night is "Salads and Smoothies" Night at Molly's and I can't wait to see what my talented lady friends whip up!

I'll be bringing this!

A Case of Mistaken Identity.

2009-06-09T16:39:00.000-07:00

Tuesday, June 9th

PART ONE: 11:45 am

It was a lovely day. 80 degrees. Blue skies. Slight breeze. A perfect day at the park.

I was holding Sam on my hip while I pushed my friend Molly's little girl (who Sam and I equally adore) on the swings.

Suddenly (and I mean SUDDENLY), I was approached by a late teenaged girl who was mistaking me for her "Aunt Maria".

When I say approached, I really mean she ran to me and embraced me. Her embrace then became a bear hug as she mumbled "Aunt Maria, Aunt Maria, I love you."

Her caretaker rushed over just quickly and apologized several times while trying to pry, yes PRY her hands from my body. All while the girl began pecking my neck with kisses.

The caretaker immediately instructed me to tell her that I was not in fact Aunt Maria and so I did...several times. I told her I was Jennifer and not Maria and she then told me how much she loved me, all while continuing to hold me. It was at this point I became concerned because I still had Sam on my hip and so I called out to Molly to come help me...but she must have not heard me or was in shock because she continued to sit!

side note: I truly believe that Molly would have come running if she realized the death grip that this girl had on me. I still believe her when she said she was in shock...we are still friends...and I will continue to adore her kids and put my life in danger for her if needs be.

So it wasn't long before the caretaker untangled the girls arms from my torso and I told her as she pleaded to stay with me that I would see her later. She insisted on knowing when and I said later in the day. Luckily, that was good enough for her and she went onto to her picnic under the arbor.

I then returned to my friends and out of politeness, we inconspicuously began laughing. Hysterically. Molly then praised me for my calmness and Chris who all the while nursing her baby, called me an angel. As for the rest of my day, I have been repeatedly humming the tune "How do you solve a problem like Maria" from the Sound of Music...go figure!

Stay tuned for PART TWO of my day...oh, yes there's more!

Graduation Celebration.

2009-06-09T15:50:00.000-07:00

My little brother just graduated from High School and it makes me think how quickly time goes by...and how quickly I am becoming old!

Trevor is an amazing person and although I should be the role model, he is often the bigger and better example. He is compassionate and helpful and pretty good looking...I took pictures to prove it! See what I mean?!!?

Congratulations, T!

Now go and do great things, I'll be cheering for you!

xoxo

Sis

From The Secret Vault.

2009-06-03T16:14:00.000-07:00

So much has been going on around here in the last 2 MONTHS!

Seriously, two months...sheesh!

So, after digging through all of my unfinished blog entries I found this one.

Mothers Day weekend was shared with my favorite mothers. My mom and I drove up to see Grandma and picked up Auntie on the way to join in on the fun! A weekend of just us girls, it was perfect.

We filled our weekend with shopping, eating and talking!

We went to Petaluma, enjoying a bit of antique shopping. Among our findings was a potty training seat that was identical to the one Grandma used with her kids! Having boys, I especially loved the creative duck "shield"!

In Sonoma, we found this bread tray made from a wine barrel...very rustic and resourceful. I love it! I want it, but am thinking of making one myself. Or bribing one of my uncles to make one for me!! It would mean that much more to me having it handmade. wink. wink.

Topping it all off was the wonderful food we ate! Of all of the places, I enjoyed Buchon Bakery the most. I gained 5 pounds just looking at all of the delicious pastries and let me just confirm it was so worth it!

Grandma had a muffin with a crumble topping that tempted me.
But not as much as this little cutie! Yes, that is cream cheese on this danish. Flaky and perfectly sweetened. Perfect. I must find out how to make these seeing as my visits to Yountville are not nearly as often as I'd like and now need.

We then took a stroll by The Bardessono and enjoyed Lucy's Garden, sweetly named after my Great Grandma.

I felt inspired.

It was a lovely getaway and I could have never done it without my wonderful husband who only flinched a little bit when presented with the idea. I only had one request before I left...

Me: Please be nice to the boys while I am gone. Have fun!

Leon: We will.

Me: On second thought...don't be too nice. I want them to miss me and love me more when I come home.

Not only did I come home to happy boys, but boys with freshly trimmed hair and clean clothes!

They presented me with this display of freshly cut flowers and handmade cards, as well as local strawberries and dinner.

I am really grateful to have encouraging women in my life. They help me and inspire me to be my best. Who couldn't use a little bit of that now and again?!!?

On The Menu Tonight.

2009-04-01T20:17:00.000-07:00

Dinner
Spaghetti and Meatballs

Dessert
Cupcakes

The table was set.

Skepticism was in the air.

Trust quickly grew.

Happiness resulted.

April Fools!
Spaghetti and Meatballs Cupcakes
Cupcakes with Meatloaf and Mashed Potatoes

The best part was the confusion Leon had all afternoon...
"So what is this really?"
"Are you putting meatballs on the cupcakes?"
"You're not really gonna frost the meatloaf are you?"
"So cupcakes aren't really cupcakes?"

All too much for his busy mind to conceive!

Weekend Wedding.

2009-03-29T22:44:00.000-07:00

Saturday we took a speedy drive to San Luis Obispo for a lovely wedding.

This is my cousin Leah and her husband Brad.

Her dress is perfect.
Her shoes which I foolishly forgot to photograph were fabulous!
They are a lovely couple.
We love Leah and know we will love Brad too!

This is the cake and cupcakes mom and I made.
It is vegan.
And thanks to a vegan request,
I have found a very delicious chocolate cake recipe.
Boxed cake mixes, never again.

We had a wonderful time reaquainting ourselves
with extended family and meeting many new faces!

We are so lucky to have been apart of such a beautiful day.

Adoration.

2009-03-14T20:48:00.000-07:00

Here is where I confess my undying love.

For him.

And this guy.

And most importantly for this man who chose me.

It's nice being the girl with three boys in love with her!

xoxo

Play At Your Own Risk.

2009-02-21T14:17:00.000-08:00

Nothing can challenge the self esteem of your homemaking skills like your 9 year old and his friend deciding to play a game of hide and seek inside your home.

Instead of crushing their creative spirits, I took a deep breath and gave them the green light.

With one exception of course...my room is completely off limits!

With the sun shiny and spring almost here, it is definitely time to spruce up this place. So, I have officially declared we will commence with some cleaning after this play date!

After all, there is nothing more uninviting than sunshine fighting its way through dingy and dusty windows.

I have also decided that we will celebrate with a no holds barred game of hide and seek with Max and friends. After all I do feel the need to redeem myself after today!

1989...we meet again.

2009-02-16T12:22:00.000-08:00

When I was in 6th grade I had a major crush.

This is a little embarrassing. No, very embarrassing. But here goes...

It was very unlikely that the boy I had this infatuation with even knew of my existence.

And everyone knew it.

There was no chance with him.

Even my parents knew it.

It must have been painful for my mom to break it to me because she didn't.

In fact she did just the opposite.

She encouraged it.

She stood in line with me and my friends to purchase tickets to see him.

I knew fate (or the magic of Ticketmaster) would finally bring us together.

But the raging hormones of a love struck preteen are quite unpredictable.

They can sometimes create havoc within a home and lead to some serious consequences.

And so I was grounded and devastated.

The tickets were sold and life went on...without him.

20 years later and I have a chance to see him.

I am truly tempted.

Relive 1989.

Tease my bangs and wear scrunchy socks.

Maybe some frosted pink lipstick?

What do you think?

Who wants to go?

Seriously, I have NEVER been to a concert in my life!

It would be so fun!

A second chance to relive a moment of my adolescence?

And you can too! Now who's going with me?!!?

Oh, and if you choose to be a party pooper, I might just come and decorate your yard...

WITH TOILET PAPER!!!

Welcome back 1989!

Love Notes.

2009-02-02T22:01:00.000-08:00

It started with a fun heart shaped card holder...
Perfect for love notes.

So with heart felt sentiments for each other, we wrote.

Max, you are as tough like a tiger and sweet like a bowl of peppermint ice cream.
I love your shiny blue eyes and when you hold my hand!
I love you! Mom

Sam, you are my lovey. I love your kisses in the morning and when you cuddle!
I love you and love being your mom!

Leon, you make me laugh and smile with your silliness.
I love being your wife and I love your muscles (I feel safe).
My love for you is red hot!!!
Love, Jen

and my personal favorite...

Dad, I love you deep down in my heart because you are generous.
Love, Max

I have not received permission to publish the rest, but lets just say they are filled with love.

Groundhog Blues.

2009-02-02T15:43:00.000-08:00

I am not ready for another 6 weeks of winter.

I am ready for

spring

and

blossoms

and

cute skirts

and

afternoons at the park

and

sandals

and

snapping sunny photos

and

ice cream

bring on the ice cream.

I don't even get the whole groundhog thing. If he sees his shadow doesn't it mean it's sunny and warm and ready for spring? I think it's a little backwards if you ask me.

*By the way, I love this picture as illusional as it is...

I have always dreamed of having long legs!

Actually I had long legs once.

Oh, I never told you?

I just traded them in for a better personality in the pre-existence!

Not My Ordinary Routine.

2009-01-28T12:18:00.000-08:00

Does anyone else freak out when your car has to go to the repair shop? I'm not talking $$$ shock (which is usually #1 on my list). But more like what if I need to go to Target for disinfectant wipes or I get a call from the school nurse? That kind of freak out. Being without my car kinda throws me for a loop.

This morning I knew the plan...

Drop of Max at school.

Go to Target for disinfectant wipes (see what I mean?).

Drop car off with mechanic.

Walk home. (Now don't think I'm amazing of anything...I live two miles away, it's doable!)

Clean bathrooms.

Wait for mechanic to drop off car to me.

Take on the rest of the day.

But really, what goes as planned?

Reality...

Drop off Max at school.

Drive to Target for disinfectant wipes...and napkins and carmex.

And a Diet Coke. Sam's fussiness requires a caffeinated boost for mom. Please don't judge me.

Drive to mechanic. He says it will only take about 45 minutes. He'll call me when it's ready.

I say, "Cool, there are several antique shops around the corner."

We walk and window shop.

I realize 45 minutes later, I forgot my phone in the car.

I walk back to the mechanic shop.

He says, "Blah, blah, blah, another needed part will be delivered in 2 hours."

I decide to walk home.

I walk a mile and see the trolly.

I unload Sam and carry him, my Target bag with disinfectant wipes, blanket, diet coke and collapsed stroller onto trolly.

I become eye candy to an older man with a cigarette tucked behind his ear.

I realize I left my house key with the mechanic.

Shoot.

I get off the trolly and walk back a mile or so to retrieve keys.

I walk back to the trolly and load 'em up again.

After a lovely 15 minute scenic ride through downtown, we make a stop and get off.

A gentleman offers to carry the stroller off the trolly and I ooze appreciation.

Two blocks later, I am home at last.

Sam grateful for a cozy bed.

Me gulping down the last of my 20 ounces.

Now onto the rest of the day, including putting those disinfectant wipes to work!

See ya!

12 Years Later.

2009-01-25T20:00:00.000-08:00

It has been said that you never really know who you marry. 12 years ago, Leon and I were sealed in the Oakland temple. Here is what I didn't know at the time about who I married...

I never knew Leon would love my cooking so much. Even when I cooked pesto with 2 heads of garlic, instead of 2 cloves. We now call that recipe, Newlywed Pesto.

I never knew Leon would be crying with me as we struggled with infertility.

I never knew Leon would be willing to drive a beat up '94 Jetta in order to use the "truck" savings for InVitro.

I never knew Leon would be so involved in decorating our home. It is kind of nice to have someone else's input...well sometimes.

I never knew that part of decorating our house would be leaving numerous tools in our front room. At one point a rototiller...saw...drills.

I never knew Leon would give me great advice on how to be tactful. He always has the right way to say things to others.

I never knew Leon would be so supportive of my public service. I always thought it would have been the other way around.

I NEVER knew Leon would be the one to leave his socks and paperwork all over the place. I hope to find this endearing...and soon!

I have always known he would be devoted to me and our children, and he truly is. That alone outweighs everything else.

ISO...me

2009-01-15T13:40:00.000-08:00

I took a little break from blogging.

For a few reasons.

I have been on a little personal quest of reevaluating some stuff

and trying to figure some stuff out.

Vague enough for you?

Yeah, I know. Me too.

I will say this...I have a secret wish sometimes...

That I could just "Google" my name and find all of life's answers.

But it wouldn't be much of a life then would it? Looking back I appreciate crossroads where I needed to rely on heartfelt prayer and inspiration to make hefty choices.

I have grown from those experiences.

So, as I continue to develop I am hopeful that happiness will accompany me through this trek.

Phew!

Then, I can get back to blogging about less of this and more of the hilarity in my life.

Like...

Being flipped off by a grumpy 100 year old lady in front of my 9 year old.

Leon continuing to load 2x4's in his VW Jetta.

The mullet that Sam was sporting and my denial.

Someone cutting in front of me in line, on purpose.

Or...

My latest delicious dish.

My dream job.

Good finds.

So much more...

Reviving Andrea Zuckerman.

2009-01-02T11:54:00.000-08:00

In 1990 I wanted to be like Kelly Taylor.

You know, Beverly Hills 90201.

She was blonde, sweet and popular.

But after a 90's New Years party, it is obvious I make a better

Andrea Zuckerman...

Do You See What I See?

2008-12-17T10:00:00.000-08:00

What sneaky kids do to find their Christmas gifts early...

Unwrap gifts early and re-wrap.

Cut tape off package, unwrap, re-wrap, and reapply new piece on top.

Search attic with friend.

Watch friend fall through ceiling.

Witness friends legs hanging through the ceiling into the laundry room.

Pretend nothing happened.

Tell yourself nobody will look up.

Play coy when confronted by angry parents.

Look for empty shopping bags.

Shake and measure wrapped gifts.

This is why I try to find the best hiding spots for our children's Christmas gifts.

Not because this sneaky child is Max, but because it was me.

I do fear that the apple might not fall far from the tree.

This year it seems Max is much more aware and curious.

He's asking questions.

He's offering to carry in shopping bags.

He's putting my things away for me.

The other day he told me to take my time while showering.

Hmmmm.

And so it has begun.

When Life Gives You Oranges...Make Pomanders.

2008-12-16T08:20:00.000-08:00

One of the ongoing debates Leon and I have is about our citrus trees.

They are located in the front yard.

Leon says, "Fruit trees DO NOT belong in the front yard."

Followed by, "I'm cutting them down."

And because of such strong opinions, Leon's brother cut down a perfectly good apricot tree. It gave the biggest and sweetest apricots you could ever imagine. And then it was gone. And so was our supply of canned apricots. And jam. And cobblers. And free all-you-can-eat apricot schmorgasborg.

Okay, back to the battle on the home front...

I love our trees. They give lemons twice a year and softball sized oranges, juicy and sweet...and practically seedless.

As some neighbors borrow a cup of sugar or pinch of salt, ours grab a lemon. The trees make me feel like I am doing my part for the neighborhood.

I don't take the threats seriously, but just in case I make sure every orange and lemon is used.

Otherwise waste might just give Leon the excuse he is looking for to crank up the chainsaw.

2008-12-13T10:33:00.000-08:00

Would you open your door to a guy looking like this?

I normally wouldn't, but I'm married to this one so, I guess I should!

Today, Leon came home in the middle of the day without his key.

He knocked and I answered (no peep hole to sneak a peek through).

I was a little startled by his burglar like attire.

All black.

The beanie.

The dirt all over his clothes.

(are burglars dirty?)

Anyway, he looks a little suspicious wouldn't you say?

I still let him in, but only as far as the entry.

Lucky for me, he wasn't up to anything more than sharing his taco salad for lunch.

Oh and he give me some unexpected shopping money.

I couldn't resist with asking, "What'd ya rob a bank or somethin'?"

All he replied was, "Or somethin'."

And then after a quick kiss goodbye, he was gone.

But seriously, looks are deceiving. Be careful out there!

Happy holiday shopping!

Ghost of Hairstyles Past.

2008-12-09T13:10:00.000-08:00

The bob,

the slob,

The Dorothy Hamill.

I've teased.

and permed,

and gone au naturale.

I've cut it myself,

and gone REALLY short.

Had adorable bangs,

and a mushroom of sorts.

But of all my styles this one can't be beat...

It's the mullet.

Screaming 80's and

Totally sweet!

The Magic of Giving.

2008-12-06T10:30:00.000-08:00

Waiting in long lines is never an annoyance to me, even during the holidays. You see, I always come prepared for such occasions by chatting with those around me. This social chatter was once considered a disturbance and I often (very often) wound up in trouble because of it. But now I see it as a gift. I love the chance to get a glimpse into the lives of others, even if it's for a magical second.

What I truly know is that everybody has a story!

This holiday season, HP has some magic of their own and has chosen Moosh in Indy to give away a technology package worth $6,000. One of the rules (keeping in line with the spirit of a true giveaway) is to share the winnings!

Because of the gigantism of this gift, I have been stewing over who I would choose to hold my hand to the winners circle. Here's what I've come up with...

If chosen, I will throw a dart at a map of towns within a 20 mile radius (as shown above) and then using a phone book flowing with names of town residents, randomly open it, point to a name and WHAMMO! I will contact this unsuspecting person to tell them this amazing news (as it will truly be amazing and shocking)!

And really is being chosen randomly really random after all? It isn't by chance that things happen to any of us...

Imagine what their story could be.

Imagine the element of surprise.

Imagine the magic!

Mother of The Year.

2008-12-05T12:18:00.000-08:00

And the award goes to...

Oh, you thought I was going to say my name didn't you?

Either you are too kind

You think I think that much of myself.

Maybe you thought of your name...

as you should!

Well the award seriously should go to...

My Mom!

Here is why:

I have an oozing amount of gratitude for the woman who mothers me because she does it so wonderfully!

*I can always ask her for help and she is never annoyed or inconvenienced. Like the time I was catering a party and got strep (perfect timing, huh?). As quick as lightening, she was on her way! She cleaned my kitchen from the party planning aftermath and tended to Max while tucking me in and feeding my husband. Oh, and after she helped get things back in order, she drove four hours on her planned visit to family!

*I never have to worry about not being good enough...she makes me feel awesome at everything I do. I never feel inadequate around her, in fact she has a way of making me feel like I can do anything and be great at it! She is equally enthusiastic about a good idea I think I might have...I love that. So encouraging!

*A few weeks ago, she took my boys on her errands so Leon and I could have some time shopping together...all the while introducing Sam to Costco smoothies and buying Max some much needed syrup at WinCo. A trip to the Costco FoodCourt will never be the same I discovered recently (major tantrum), but that's okay. Sam thinks how awesome you are (and I'm not) every time he sees the oversized purple drink in line and Max thinks of you every morning he drowns his pancakes with "the good stuff". You are the best!

*The thing about my mom that I will always appreciate is how she loves my husband. He is just as important to her as I am. I even think she loves him more...as she should, after all he did marry me for eternity right? That deserves lots of love from my parents.

My mom is the best. She came from the best and teaches me to be my best. Thank you Mom for teaching me the tricks of the trade, called motherhood.

Now don't be expecting a comment, she doesn't do those sorts of things (and I don't take it personal). Her reading this is good enough for me!

A Gift Worth Giving...and Receiving.

2008-12-03T12:04:00.000-08:00

What kind of holiday gift giver are you?

Are you the homemade gift giver?
A baked with love gift giver?
or
A personal store bought gift giver?

Last minute-that'll do-throw it in the basket-procrastinating-giver?

According to Martha Stewart (a quiz on her website), I am a...

BIG-TIME BAKER!

These gingerbread snowflake cookies are my favorite treat to give during the holidays!
It all started a few years ago with the perfect cookie cutter...
Then I found the perfect cookie dough recipe...
With the perfect amount of decorating...

I can say perfect several times without sounding braggadocios because it is not my recipe.
It belongs to Martha.

(But I do have a tip...this freezes perfectly! In fact, I usually spend one day making a variety of cookie dough, wrap them in plastic wrap and freeze them to bake another day!)

So, without further ado...

Gingerbread Snowflake Cookies

Ingredients

Makes 16 cookies
6 cups all-purpose flour, plus more for work surface
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter
1 cup packed dark-brown sugar
4 teaspoons ground ginger
4 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1 1/2 teaspoons ground cloves
1 teaspoon finely ground pepper
1 1/2 teaspoons coarse salt
2 large eggs
1 cup unsulfured molasses
Royal Icing
Fine sanding sugar, for sprinkling

Directions

Sift together flour, baking soda, and baking powder into a large bowl. Set aside.
Put butter and brown sugar in the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment; mix on medium speed until fluffy. Mix in spices and salt, then eggs and molasses. Reduce speed to low. Add flour mixture; mix until just combined. Divide dough into thirds; wrap each in plastic. Refrigerate until cold, about 1 hour.

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Roll out dough on a lightly floured work surface to a 1/4-inch thick. Cut into snowflakes with a 7- inch snowflake-shape cookie cutter. Space 2 inches apart on baking sheets lined with parchment paper, and refrigerate until firm, about 15 minutes.
Bake cookies until crisp but not dark, 12 to 14 minutes. Let cool on sheets on wire racks.
Put icing in a pastry bag fitted with a small plain round tip (such as Ateco #7). Pipe designs on snowflakes; immediately sprinkle with sanding sugar. Let stand 5 minutes; tap off excess sugar. Let icing set completely at room temperature, about 1 hour. Store cookies between layers of parchment in an airtight container at room temperature up to 5 days.

When Leon Left Me.

2008-12-01T10:40:00.000-08:00

Not really, but yeah he did...

When Leon and I were dating, we lived 45 miles away from each other.
This made for a lot of driving...a lot!
One night (early morning) I was driving myself home, south bound 99 when I decided to stop for some gas, powdered donuts and a smallish carton of milk. Oh, the good ol' days.
A few miles down the highway, my car sputtered and clunked its way to the inside

of the median...then gave up and died!
Lucky for me as I looked across the flowery hedge toward north bound traffic, I found a Cal Trans worker sitting in his truck. Even luckier for me, he happened to be reading of all things his Book of Mormon (ironic, I know). Seeing as this was waaay before cell phones, he was my angel (until my "real" hero could come and rescue me).

I made the call to Leon, hopped back in the car and waited.
I waited.
And waited.
For about 30 minutes.
Then I saw him.
Pass. Me.

Yes, it was no mistaken identity. Leon passed me by and left me alone on Hwy 99. By this time, my angel was long gone and so I sat. Alone. For quite awhile, I waited and stewed over the confusion of the situation. I continued waiting, until a California Highway Patrol car turned on its lights behind me and asked me if I needed assistance.
Ummmmmmm, yeah!!!!

I was first concerned about Leon, WHERE WAS HE?!??!!
So, I called his house and spoke to Jim (a second dad to Leon).
He graciously agreed to come and get me.
Jim did not seem the slightest bit worried (he knew Leon was capable of some foolish things and probably wanted to go back to bed). Instead of worrying or searching, he drove me back to their house saying, "He's somewhere. He'll get home or call."
All night, I waited. Daylight came, I was still waiting.
No Leon.

Then, around 8:30 am here he comes with the truck roaring into the driveway.

Even though I've heard it a million times...mostly because I keep asking why? how? I love hearing his side of the story:

Here's the condensed version...

Passed the Buick.

Took the next stop.

Got truck stuck in mud.

Truck began to sink in the mud.

Heard "Just get to HER"

Ignored it.

Walked trailer to trailer for help getting out of the mud.

Offering money. Lots of money.

Truck is still sinking.

Hitchhiked in a Trans Am.

Trans Am dropped off in Pixley.

More money.

Called my house early in the morning.

Didn't mention being 10 minutes away.

Hitchhiked back to the truck.

Paid lots of money to lots of people to get truck out of mud.

Drove home to me.

He left me on 99 and I still married him. But the moral of this story is (this is what Leon says) just listen to that voice that says "Just go to her" and worry about everything else later.

Lesson learned and I agree...that's why I married him!

Speaking of Leftovers...

2008-11-28T23:06:00.001-08:00

As we all know, not everything is as appetizing the second time around. The number one on the list for me has always been mashed potatoes. They just taste yucko. This is a shame because they take some patience with the peeling and cutting and water boiling and spilling over, ugh. Well here is the solution...wait, those of you who have mounds of uneaten potatoes wasting away in the fridge, don't hate me that I didn't share this a week ago....remember, Christmas dinner! Roast with mashed potatoes and gravy. There is still time. Here you go...and to those of you who already know this, you probably have other tips just as tasty, so be sure to pass them on to the rest of us suffering without your wisdom!

The secret ingredient is...

CREAM CHEESE!

(could you feel the "Iron Chef" like intensity of my reveal?!!)

A block of cream cheese cut up and mashed into some warm russets or reds whatever your preference, is simply creamy yumminess! Oh, and if you make them ahead of time, keep them warm in your crock pot. My friends, what will you do with all of this time you just saved? A little Christmas shopping? Yeah, me too!

Giving Thanks.

2008-11-28T11:59:00.000-08:00

Another fabulous Thanksgiving...

Thankful to have been born into an amazing family.
Thankful to have met my husband so early in life.
Thankful to be the mother of two amazing miracles.
Thankful to my friends who love me.
Thankful to a loving God who continues to bless me.

Lastly, thankful to my mom who effortlessly made the most delicious feast
and sent me home with all the leftovers!

A Happy Weekend.

2008-11-23T21:04:00.000-08:00

Two birthday boys. Two birthday cakes.
Leon's favorite dinner: Chipotle Chicken Tostadas....Yum!

Do I need to mention how much Sam loved his cake? Look at his face! I'm not sure what made him laugh harder, being face to face with a monkey cake or being able to shove his hand inside and mush it up! It was delightful to watch and a quite exhausting after party...he was up late on a full blown sugar high!

Happy Birthday Sam

2008-11-19T19:10:00.000-08:00

Samuel Peter Reyes

You remind us that God hears our prayers.

Your name honors a man we hold dear to our hearts.

Your sense of adventure is encouraging.

Your determination is endless.

Your happiness is contagious.

Today has been a day of reflecting on what a gift you are and what an amazing year it has been!

No Laughing Matter.

2008-11-15T10:08:00.000-08:00

Two years ago...

Leon and I were at home watching a movie together.

I was on the couch.

He was on the floor.

When the movie was over,

and we started to stretch,

Leon got stuck.

His back went out while on all fours.

Pain.

I asked him what to do.

Then I laughed.

(this is a nervous habit of mine)

Angrily he said, "Just leave me alone!"

So I did.

I turned off all the lights and said "Good Night!"

Then I skipped off to bed.

A few minutes later, I returned.

Leon was not amused and so I gave up my attempt to heal with humor.

Eventually he got up, recovered and forgave me.

Lately, I have been experiencing serious pain in my legs.

It has been debilitating and excruciating.

He has taken on all of my responsibilities and more.

He even cooked his own birthday dinner.

I can never express enough gratitude for his

willingness to work hard no matter what the task.

In this case, he is caretaker to our boys and me all while

making enough money for our comfort and survival.

I love him more than ever.

For the future...

I can't promise I am capable of controlling my giggles,

but I am capable of serving with sincerity.

How we do it.

2008-11-02T20:42:00.000-08:00

Carving Pumpkins...

Get them curious.

Start them young.

Or even younger.

Halloween Fright.

2008-11-01T13:35:00.000-07:00

14 Kiddos, 6 families, several buckets of candy,
eating RIBS in the Living Room...
sounds scary, but it was a lot of fun!

The Mad Scientist and his specimens...
fingers, eyeballs, brains, bloodworms and tongue!

Sam easily distracted the kids with his cuteness and invaded their stash!

On The Menu...

Bloody Ribs
Spiders Nest Bean Dip
Garbage Dip
Scary Shrimp Bites
Freaky Fruit
Dark and Devilish Brownies
Screaming Sugar Cookies
Mummy Dogs

Plenty of Laughs!

2008-11-01T12:38:00.000-07:00

Halloween 2008

The Mad Scientist, Frankenstein, His Bride and Igor

More of our frightful festivities to come...

Little Sweeties.

2008-10-27T11:39:00.000-07:00

Fall is very slowly making its presence known here.
Even with 89 degree days, the leaves are starting to turn golden and the days are shorter.
To celebrate, the Reyes family kids (6 and older, that is) came over
for some caramel apple dipping and decorating!

My favorite way to celebrate fall and what better way than with my lovely nieces. Oh, and Max, the entertainer/dancer/dj/singer...he's a crack up and keeps us all laughing!

Xiomara's Masterpiece.

Making "The Ultimate" Apple...
pecans, mini m&m's, marshmallows and mini chocolate chips!

2008-10-17T12:39:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I was having a conversation with a friend over the phone, when she abruptly stopped the conversation by shouting, "HOLD ON!!!"

I then listened intently as I heard her shouting and breathing heavily while running...let me just say I could feel her fury from my end.

She quickly came back and said that someone hopped out of their truck and stole her political sign from her front yard. It was a Yes on Prop 8 sign. Her experience left me so disappointed not that there are those that disagree, but that there are some that refuse to "agree to disagree". What happened to that philosophy? She's not the only one...

A neighbor had to remove their Obama signs from their yard, because they continue to be stolen.

A friend had their home vandalized along with their signs.

Signs continue to be stolen from many yards supporting different and important causes.

How sad, it literally brings me to tears. Leon reassuringly agrees that I am a sensitive soul and reminded me of his youth...

Perot vs. Bush (the first one). One night Leon and friends stole dozens of "Perot" signs and put them up on every square foot of the front lawn of a person who they knew STRONGLY opposed Perot. The vision of Perot overkill growing in this neighbors flower beds was hilarious to the boys. I'm sure the boys gave the thievery part of the prank no second thought because it was purely for laughs and was "just a sign".

But to some it's not just a sign. To anyone who takes a stand, and declares it on their property, it's not just a sign. So in honor of my great upbringing and the diversity of views I heard at the dinner table...take a stand, agree to disagree and vote!

No Apologies.

2008-10-13T14:40:00.000-07:00

I was talking to a friend about what a busy week it had been for me. It's seems like in my life, it's all or nothing and this week was a lot to deal with! The worst part was that for a couple of days, dirty breakfast and snack dishes accumulated and piled up in the sink. In response to this confession she said, "I admire that you can do that." I really wasn't expecting that kind of response and it caused me to think a bit. Looking back on the week, what we did make time to do instead of dishes was so much more important.

We cuddled, we ate, we played, we read, we talked, we did homework, we gave service, we prayed, we worked together.

There was a lot of, "What can I do to help?" Leon even offered to make dinner 2 nights (Japanese rice bowls and drive through) and it was thoughtfully delicious! Max helped me make signs for 20+ school carnival booths! Sam even helped by taking a long morning nap!

I love that as I shared what is usually not bragworthy...she didn't judge me, but helped me to recall how I spent my time best!

Oh, and check out the fun we had at the school carnival too!

A G

2008-10-10T21:11:00.001-07:00

Updating The Resume.

2008-10-09T16:24:00.000-07:00

We are happy to add "Cafeteria Worker" to Max's list of job experience, as today he was assigned to handing out the milk.

Max: "Regular or Chocolate?"
Kid #1: "The usual."
Max: "What kind do you want?"
Kid #1: "The usual."
Max: "This one (regular) or This one (chocolate)?"
Kid #1: "Ummm...white."
Max: "Geez."

Max: "Regular or Chocolate?"
Kid #2: "Chocolate and hurry up!"

Max: "Regular or Chocolate?"
Kid #3: "Chocolate, please."
Max: "Here you go."
Kid #3: "Thank you."
Max (Shocked): "Your Welcome!"

Apparently, being the milk helper is HARD WORK! Not only do you have to deal with kids being indecisive, rude, demanding and confused by the obvious, but you have to be patient with them at the same time! Huh! That must be really challenging, ya think?!??! But sometimes, you get a kid that is actually polite and grateful for your hard work...and it's quite shocking!

Any Ideas?

2008-10-07T11:27:00.000-07:00

So, as you can see Sam has some teeth. As you can also see, they are not exactly placed ideally or symmetrically for that matter...and I have some serious issues with symmetry, but that's for another discussion.

With Halloween approaching we have come up with a few costume ideas that fit Sam's smile...

Jack-o-lantern.

Hockey Player.

Hillbilly.

Any other ideas?

Birthday Weekend.

2008-10-06T10:57:00.000-07:00

football game

general conference snacks

family

pesto ravioli

football cake

Happy Birthday Max!

2008-10-03T14:28:00.000-07:00

It does not seem possible that Max could be turning nine years old. I don't feel old enough or ready to be a mother of a kid reaching the double digits stage of life.

All day I have been thinking of how much I love this kid and the really cool thing is that I am not the only one. Since he was born, he has had an entourage of people (adults and kids) who love him too!

So in honor of him, here are NINE of my favorite "Max Moments"...

1. When Max was 4 he seriously had a list of like 20 jobs he wanted to do...my favorite was a limo driver.

2. When Max was 3 he announced, "Mom, I don't want to go to college when I grow up. I want to go to jail."

3. When Max was born, he had a head full of blonde hair. It was shiny like silk.

4. Max loved to laugh and shake his diaper back and forth to let us know he needed to be changed.

5. He has always loved bike riding. He once rode over 30 miles on a single speed and never once tired.

6. When we lived in our apartment, I would pull Max in a Radio Flyer wagon to the nearby Albertsons or KMart all the time! He never once tried to escape.

7. When we renovated our house, he insisted on having his own hammer. He also insisted on using it, and was really good at pulling nails! Now that I think about it, he never complained about all of the hours we'd spend at the "working house" (that's what he called it).

8. He used his hair as a napkin as a toddler and now uses his shirt!

9. He lives for football! He even figured out how to play catch when he is by himself...between 4:00 and 5:30 you can usually hear the thumping of the football rolling off the roof!

*these have been approved by max and shared with his permission.

Guilty Pleasures.

2008-09-08T14:35:00.000-07:00

In case you ever wanted/needed to know I have a few guilty pleasures. One of them is OPRAH. I am not a big TV watcher, but I love me some Oprah. I especially love to hear her say, "All New" and today is just that!!

What I can't wait to see is if she is still curvy Oprah or not. I like curvy Oprah. I like it when curvy Oprah was getting a little more curvy than usually and just finally admitted that she likes real food. Wasn't that liberating? Poor Dr. Oz and Bob Greene, they were probably furious with her, but I love it!

I respect her search for personal growth and well being, although I did give an eye roll when she did her Vegan Cleanse at the end of last season. "Here we go again," was my take on that. Dairy=another guilty pleasure. I am far from joining the Vegans.

One sure bet, politics will be on the agenda (Obama). Probably a good book or two. Definitely Dr. Oz with his know-it-all body science. Someone to motivate us all to be do gooders. Any more predictions out there?

2008-08-27T12:33:00.000-07:00

Dear Grandma,

Thank you for the birthday card, it will stay displayed on my entry table for awhile longer because every time I see it I think of you. I want to show you the cute shoes I bought today (thanks to you). I think you will like them, I know I do.

What do you think? Fun. Flirty. Colorful. Are they me? I love them, but I love you more! Thanks for thinking of me and for letting me spoil myself with something fun.

I love you!

Jen

p.s. You should see the shirts I also found, they go very nicely with the shoes.

31 Candles

2008-08-25T22:00:00.000-07:00

Today is my happy birthday! The older I get, the longer birthday's seem to last. You get early birthday wishes, on the day birthday wishes and belated birthday wishes. It's great! I call it MY BIRTHWEEK. It started Sunday with many friends at church who thoughtfully read the Relief Society calendar and remembered my special day...thank you! Following church, we had a yummy dinner with my parents and brother coming up to join us. Mediterranean Tostadas. Truly delicious. I will need to share this recipe, you will love it!

Today, Max remembered it was my Birthday and so did Sam (guessing by the gigantic smile on his face when he woke up). Many friends called, some serenading me and my lovely friend Jeanette came bearing a delicious chocolate cream pie. If Max had not been a witness to this gracious gift I would have taken a fork to it immediately!

An evening picnic with my favorite boys enjoying my favorite indulgence was the perfect ending to a wonderful celebration of my 31 years.

I have been quite reminiscent lately...more of that for another day.

p.s. I've missed our little blog. The summer was spent with enjoying time with the boys. How easily distracted I am by their loving attention! Not to worry, with a lot to catch up on, there will be many posts to come!

Brace Yourselves.

2008-07-10T16:49:00.000-07:00

Because Sam is such an easy going baby, I often will lay him down for a nap and listen to him babble, laugh and play for 10-20 minutes before he falls asleep. For some reason today, I decided to check on him and what I found was quite a sight.

First...naked baby standing up with a big drooly grin. Happy. Naked. Cute. Until I walked closer. The smell hit me and then I looked in the crib. From the trail of evidence I have concluded that he started to poop in his diaper then took it off, continued pooping and played in it.

I know. Gross. Disgusting. A bath followed the cries of "Oh, Sam!" and "Max, HELP!"

And I actually thought wearing only a diaper would be a good idea. Good for staying cool in the heat, but not so good for conserving energy, as I have spent hours of added laundry to my day!

Oh my goodness...excuse me while I change another explosion!!!! I think we may have a problem here...

5XDL640

2008-07-07T00:05:00.000-07:00

What is that you ask? The license plate of the crazies that threw things at our car, attempted to run us off the road, and made the 3 hour drive home from Los Angeles very long and scary.

In Valencia on Highway 5, Leon accidently cut someone off on the freeway. Truly accidental and actually not even close enough to causing any harm. We were quickly made aware of this mistake by the long HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOnk the driver gave. Apparently Leon's action was aggravating enough to the driver that he decided to throw what I am guessing by the stickiness of my car was a bottle of soda at me through the passenger window. Completely unexpected and terrifying.

About 10 miles down the road the crazy driver swerves over 3 lanes to the far right lane we were cautiously driving in and the passenger now begins tossing whatever he could at our car while giving hand gestures and screaming at us...all while driving 70 mph. I only can imagine what they were saying...but was more concerned with our car full of precious cargo staying in our lane and not getting in an accident.

I begin to then instruct Leon to not attempt to pass them and stay slowly and safely behind them. I figured we were less likely to have any more confrontations if we were behind them.

Of course I am determined at this point to call 911 and then become frustrated because I am on HOLD for the "next available operator" for about 10 minutes. What if this were a life or death emergency? I was starting to think it could be. The operator instructs us to stay behind them and maintain a safe speed and distance.

So the rest of the drive we are making sure that if 5XDL640 is close ahead, we duck and cover and pray we make it home alive. I also thought of the VERY IMPORTANT REASONS the driver could be so angry...

Maybe he was transporting a wedding cake and as he put on his brakes the cake toppled over.

Maybe he was delivering an urn of ashes and they scattered as he put on his brakes.

Maybe his family earns a living delivering eggs from LA to Fresno and they cracked when he put on his brakes.

Maybe when he put on his brakes, he spilled his Slurpee all over himself and he threw it at us to show us what a mess it makes.

Yeah, probably not. We made it home safely and that's all that really matters, although I really hope the CHP found him and pulled him over and found out there were several warrants for his arrest and took him away in handcuffs! All revenge aside, it really is good to be home alive.

2008-06-27T16:24:00.000-07:00

This is our dog Rocky. He joined our family when Max was 4 and I was going through a serious bout of baby hunger that felt more like starvation. I thought a dog would satisfy Max's need for a sibling and offer companionship. I also thought a puppy would satisfy my need for an infant. Four years later, I now have a rebellious "teenage" dog who drives me crazy.

Last week I thought I wanted to kill him or just beat him silly (don't worry, I didn't...but I really, really wanted to) because he ate ALL of my herbs. Thyme, Rosemary, Basil, Sage, Parsley, Cilantro. EVERY SINGLE LEAF OF EVERY SINGLE BUNCH. I thought I was in a dream...I couldn't believe my eyes...GONE....ALL GONE.

I got over it, until today when my healing wound was reopened. The 4 foot tall barrier Leon built around the garden was proven worthless by this mutt. After scaling the fence, he dug up my tomatoes and tore up zucchini, cantaloup and cucumber. So, if you see him wandering around town, do not feel pity for this dog and do not return him. He had it coming.

Lately.

2008-06-25T23:39:00.000-07:00

I have several posts that I have started and haven't finished.

I have wondered who reads this blog of mine anyway?

I have enjoyed midnight sewing projects and have been thinking outside the box.

I have watched Sam master crawling and sitting up in the middle of the night crying.

I have appreciated friends...old and new.

I have tried to be more patient, and sometimes succeeded.

I have been wanting more babies.

I have been sweeping and mopping everyday.

I thought I'd share...in case you were curious.

Who's the Boss?

2008-06-15T16:42:00.000-07:00

Today I heard something really cute...

When I was a kid, my Dad was the Boss.
Now that I'm the Dad, my kid is the Boss.
When do I become the Boss?

It's Fathers Day and it has been quite eventful!

It started with our Air Conditioner going out (it does that on holidays and Sundays, so does our plumbing).

I made french toast and yogurt with blueberries and honey...because today is the day when I cook breakfast for breakfast, other times it's for dinner.

Sam whacked his head and I MEAN WHACKED it on the changing table! It was heartbreaking and horrible.

Max and I made a Marshmallow Gun for Trevor, but remembered we don't buy marshmallows. Blueberries aren't the same and CANNOT be shot at each other because they WILL STAIN!!!! Later my parents are bringing some...stale but they should shoot just the same!

Max's gift to Leon was an afternoon of "Pitch and Put". Max's treat! The funniest part...it's free to pitch and put at the golf course! Here is a cute picture we took today of Max dressed up like Dad...one day he will fill these shoes and pants and it will be bittersweet.

Many Happy Father's Day wishes to all of the Dads we know and love...so many who are wonderful hard working men who honor their families and live their lives with integrity and loyalty! Especially to Leon, who even lets me sometimes get away with being the "Boss".

Enjoy!

Baby Brother Trevor.

2008-06-12T19:00:00.000-07:00

Today my little brother turns 17. Here are some facts you might enjoy...

We are 14 years apart and were both pretty much raised as the "only child".

Trevor and Max are 8 years apart. So are Max and Sam.

Trevor called me "Mommy-Sis" when he was little...now just "Sis".

He drank bleach from a cup I left on my bathroom counter...I still feel awful about that one.

When he was a toddler, Trevor liked singing in the car with me...he loved Madonna, The Carpenters and 10,000 Maniacs.

I hated when people asked me, "How old is your baby?" Remember, I was 14. Now I would love to claim him as mine.

I almost got a ticket for driving with Trevor when he wasn't in a car seat. He was buckled in a seat belt.

He loved Barney and was thrilled when a house we rented had a bedroom with Barney purple colored carpet. I was nice enough to let him have it...more like relieved he wanted it!

When Trev was 3 he could tell you exactly what a McDonalds kids meal cost (including tax)...for awhile he was referred to as McTrevor.

He's gonna hate me for this one...

He preferred wearing a Speedo as a child and still does (just kidding).

I cannot imagine my life without Trevor. He is sweet and funny and a great role model for Max and Sam. I love watching him grow up, he makes me proud to be his Sis.

Color Coordinating.

2008-05-27T19:35:00.000-07:00

I've been looking for just the right shade of orange to go with these cute shoes that Sam got from my friend Kaleene.

I think today I found it...

Life is Like a Bucket of Cherries.

2008-05-24T16:27:00.000-07:00

If Delano had a treasure this would be it...picking cherries Memorial Weekend at Sandrini Farms for $1 a pound.

Here are some other things you can do while you're there...

Stuff yourself sick with all the cherries you can eat!

Climb a 10 foot ladder without Mom yelling, "GET DOWN FROM THERE!"

Make a seat from a turned over bucket and feed your Grandbaby.

Taunt your Uncle and start a cherry fight.

Hit your sister (who was not in the fight) in the forehead with a cherry.

Fall off a ladder and land on your backside. Get debris all over your sweatshirt as proof of your clumsiness.

Boss your 16 year old little brother around with:
1. Where to pick
2. How to pick
3. What to pick

Mom and I both went away with 13 pound of cherries...each! They are sweet and delicious! I still am not sure if the funniest part was me falling or Mom...

Me: Well you know "Life is like a bowl of cherries"

Mom: Yeah, that's what Forrest Gump always says!

(Trevor and I look at each other and smile)

Me: Or, Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get.

Mom (now laughing along with us): Oh, that's right!

15 Days Left Of...

2008-05-13T16:35:00.000-07:00

Asking, "How are you doing on your homework?"
Early morning hustling out the door
Afternoon pick ups when Sam is napping
The BEST Principal EVER!
Being asked after pick up, "Can we get an ice cream today?"
Praising perfect spelling
Helping in the classroom
PTA President
Checking homework assignments (googling for answers)
Being bribed to buy books from Scholastic
Teachers fighting over who gets to cuddle Sam next
Morning kisses goodbye
Students shouting "Hi, Mrs. Reyes!!!"
Looking at the Hot Lunch Menu and indecisiveness from a picky eater
Reminders to not forget your glasses
Sneaking a peek at Sing A Long to see if Max is actually singing along
Being tested on my spelling... "Mom, how do you spell METAMORPHOSIS?"
Eraser shavings EVERYWHERE!
8:30 bedtimes (maybe I'll keep this one a bit longer)

As daunting as some of these are, I will miss them for the 3 months of summer vacation.

Believe in Magic.

2008-05-12T22:58:00.000-07:00

Sunday at church, Max finally lost the tooth he had been tinkering with for the last few days. To my surprise, it was pearly white and as Max put it, "It's gonna be worth lots of money!" As I was tucking him in Sunday night he playfully put his tooth
under a shell on his window sill, hoping to "trick" the Tooth Fairy! Well, what do you know? She must have been REALLY tired
or completely fooled, because there was no money left in the morning!

All I have to say is...He sure showed her!

Last Night: Round Two. Eight year old boy tucked in bed with his tooth (that has now mysteriously split in two) on his sill in
plain sight.

The Tooth Fairy appears and finds this note...

6am this morning, Max wakes me up and reads the note she left for him. His questions are for the Fairy are finally answered
and there is a great relief and gratitude for the three crisp dollar bills left behind! Yes, we still believe in our Magical Tooth
Fairy!

57 Varieties of...Germs?

2008-05-09T23:31:00.000-07:00

We are not big fast food eaters. Don't get me wrong, I am a fast food junkie at heart but can't live with the guilt of eating it regularly. You will rarely (probably never) see me turn down a float from A&W or a burger from In N Out...yummmmm! Anyway, tonight as Max and Leon were leaving for their annual Father-Son Camp Out, Max said, "Don't party while were gone!"

This was hilarious to me because the extent of me "partying" would be driving thru and having a fast food frenzy. And so I did. But, as I was being handed my bag of treats I was asked, "Would you like ketchup with your fries?" Of course I did and so he grabbed a handful and tossed them into the bag. I am always somewhat grossed out by this and I am sure it's ridiculous. For some reason I don't trust that the cashiers hands are as clean as the person making my food and hate that those packets are now on my "clean" fries. Is this silly? I SERIOUSLY think of this EVERY TIME, I can't help it.

Know When To Pick 'Em

2008-05-08T16:17:00.000-07:00

Driving with the boys, Max announces from the back seat...

Max: Mom, Sam has a big booger hanging and he keeps rubbing his nose. I think he's trying to get it.

Me: Can you wipe it?

Max: Mom, it's a BIG BOOGER!

Me: Just pick it for him and wipe it on this ( I hand him a piece of scratch paper).

Max: I'm not going to pick it, I only pick MY OWN boogers!

Me: Yes, you do.

What's Your Motto?

2008-05-06T22:18:00.000-07:00

The other day I was driving with Max and he asked me if I have a motto. There are a couple of things I live by... #1 When you know better, do better #2 It's always harder to do the right thing

Max is a very literal person and very much a deep thinker. I love that he thinks about things with thoughtfulness, like creating a motto. We then discussed how to create a motto (talk about brain stretching). I asked him what was important to him. He quickly answered, HONESTY. I asked him why this is important to him. This created a lot of thought and great discussion. In the end this is his motto:

You Always Go Further With Honesty

So, there you have it. Awesome.

*Side note: Leon was asked the same question the next day by Max. TOTALLY different conversation! We later told Leon that cartoon sayings don't count for a motto..."Knowing is half the battle" But thank you anyway, G.I. JOE!

Rotten Sandwiches and Messy Desks.

2008-04-16T12:54:00.000-07:00

Last night while sifting through Max's backpack, I came across a bunch of junk and this...

In case you aren't sure what "this" is, it is a ham and cheese sandwich from
THREE WEEKS AGO!

Lately, I have seen Max be very overwhelmed with stuff piling up. I have recognized how easily things get lost or misplaced in the little pile ups we create. It's frustrating and it is time to simplify. I thought I had, but now I mean business.

So, last night we talked. I shared a story of the time when I was in 3rd grade. My teacher, Mr. Lamareaux asked everyone to get a pencil out. I looked through the heap of papers and junk in my desk and no matter how deep I dug, I couldn't find one. The anxiety of knowing the class was waiting for me was making it even harder to search. Although I was TOTALLY at fault for my messiness and disorganized clutter, I never will forget what happened next.

Mr. Lamareaux took my desk, turned it upside down, and shook every little bit of anything and everything that was in the desk, onto the floor. Dramatic, yes. Embarrassing, very much so. As I think about it now, I cry for that little girl who was ashamed and humiliated.

I knew when I saw Max's sandwich I had a chance to help instead of blow up with frustration. We took everything out of his room last night with the plan of returning things slowly and with real thought...Do I need this? Could someone else enjoy this? When do I plan on using this?

So, for awhile I will be the Librarian of Toys and they will be checked out and in by me. I really hope our experiment works for us. I have put Order at the top of my list, for my sake and his. Who would have ever guessed a rotten sandwich could create a pivotal turning point? Crazy motherhood.

Yes, Peas!

2008-04-14T23:40:00.000-07:00

So, Sam doesn't like rice cereal. He gags. He coughs. He spits. Picky. Picky. Picky. But, he does like peas! After the first taste of tartness, he squirms and makes a hilarious bitter face, but always comes back for more!

He couldn't get enough of them, so he sucked the leftovers off of the highchair.

What's in a Name?

2008-04-13T17:03:00.000-07:00

The other day on the news I saw that the #1 name for a dog is...you guessed it, MAX!!! Then an article I read said both MAX and SAM are on the top 10 for naming your pooch. Here are some more ways to use their names...

If SAM was a piece of luggage, he'd be SAMsonite.

If SAM was on the menu at Quiznos, he'd be a SAMmie.

If SAM was a warrior, he'd be a SAMurai.

If SAM were a beat, he'd be a SAMba.

If SAM was a fish, he's be a SAMon.

If SAM was an island, he'd be SAMoa.

If SAM was an appetizer, he'd be a SAMpler Platter.

If SAM took up to 50% of your paycheck and there was nothing you could do about it, he'd be Uncle SAM.

If SAM was helpful to others, he'd be a Good SAMaritan.

If SAM was an warehouse selling a 50 pack of toilet paper, he'd be a SAM's Club.

If SAM was a cartoon character, he'd be Yosemite SAM.

If SAM was a 49er, he'd be Sourdough SAM.

If MAX was an engine, he'd be DuraMAX.

If MAX was a saying in the 80's, he'd be "Grotty to the MAX"

If MAX was a grocery store, he'd be Food MAXx

If MAX was a department store, he'd be TJ MAXx.

If MAX was a body part, he'd be a Gluteus MAXimus.

If MAX was Mel Gibson in a movie, he'd be Mad MAX.

If MAX was a spy, he'd be MAXwell Smart.

If MAX was a real estate company, he'd be ReMAXx.

If MAX was a prescription, he'd be MAXimum strength.

If MAX was a shoe, he'd be Nike Air MAX.

If MAX were a Gladiator, he'd be MAXimus.

If MAX were a rich man, he'd be MAXamillion.

Got any more?

Question Of The Day.

2008-04-10T20:58:00.000-07:00

Today during the normal after school routine (snack of popcorn and m&m's and homework before wrestling) Max read something on a test he brought home.

Max: "What does this mean?"

Mom: "Hmmmmm." (me thinking really hard) "I'm not sure."

Okay, side note...in my very tired brain I truly thought about this one, but couldn't come up with anything good. All I kept thinking was CARS.

Max: "Did you know most kids think their parents know everything?"

Bummer. He's got ME figured out. I don't know everything.

Clearing My Thoughts.

2008-04-09T23:50:00.001-07:00

I am awake and I should be sleeping. Every time I think about going to bed, Sam lets out a whine or little cough (he's in his crib asleep). Lately he's been really clingy. Separation Anxiety? Teething? Tummy Ache from new foods? It's tough being a bitty baby! Being the last one to bed gives me some quiet time to think about my day. It was a normal day really: Cleaning, PTA, emails, feeding, taking a power walk. But this afternoon, I was in the car by myself with the radio on. It was about 10 minutes spent listening to static before I came back down to earth and thought, "Huh? What am I listening to?" The funny thing is, is that I wasn't listening to anything. It made me think of all the static in my life. I thought of being here today. What am I doing right now? Am I even present or am I just kind of tuned out? This again was clear when I tuned out while Max was doing his 25 minutes of reading for homework. He asked me a question and I was there, but I wasn't. So, here's what I get out of this: Every once in awhile we get a chance to put things in perspective. Today was mine.

Boys These Days.

2008-04-07T21:08:00.000-07:00

They are so smart...sometimes too smart for their own good.

They do listen...whether you think so or not, and mostly when you don't want them to hear what you are saying.

They are sensitive...not always wanting to show their soft side, but they have one.

They LOVE Dad and tolerate Mom.

They want to work hard...not afraid to get dirty.

They ask for advice...when you take the time to talk to them about nothing in particular.

They love Mom's oatmeal cookies (with secret flaxseed).

They hate Mom's yelling but love her cheering.

They fast and pray on their own for others in need...like Mom and Grandma.

They light up the world with a contagious belly laugh!

They grow up so fast and make me proud they are mine.

Use Your Head.

2008-04-04T21:13:00.000-07:00

After a month of trying, Sam finally rolled over! I think it would have been sooner if it weren't for his head. I thought his arm was getting in the way, but as Grandma pointed out during Easter...it's was his head, he couldn't lift it. At Sam's 4 month check up, his Doctor confirmed what we already knew...he is beautiful and growing perfectly! She said his weight and height put him at the 50th percentile (oh, could someone explain this to me? I probably should understand this, I've just never taken the time to figure it out). She also commented on his head, I guess it is considered large for his age and weight.

Leon says Sam has my head. He also says my head is shaped somewhat like a Pterodactyl's (as in flying dinosaur). Nice. I still say Sam looks a lot more like Leon...

What do you think?

2008-04-03T22:20:00.000-07:00

April Fools Dinner

2008-04-01T22:27:00.000-07:00

On The Menu Tonight...Cake, sort of.

You should have seen Max's face when I said we were having cake for dinner. I almost had him convinced I decorated the cake with green candies!

Yummy Meatloaf and Peas!

For Dessert...Chocolate Cupcakes with Peas and Carrots (Skittles and Tootsie Rolls).

Driving Me CRAZY!

2008-03-27T16:07:00.000-07:00

I have tried to stay silent but after this last road trip, I am not sure if I can accept Leon's driving skills "as is". I am still holding out for a change, because I do not understand, cannot relate and have very little patience for these skills. I know some things Leon does can be endearing or quirky or cute, but this is just something I'm not sure I can embrace. Here we go...

1. He drives way too close to other cars...he's bumps into OUR OWN cars when he parks them, trying to see how close he can get.
2. He talks to other cars on the road, for example: "Take it Honda" "Come on Buick, move over" "Let's go Toyota"
3. He avoids using the brake on the freeway (better gas mileage he says) and waits 'til the last second to make a stop. I have worn out my imaginary brake with all the times he has almost ran into the driver ahead of us.
4. He cannot navigate what I would consider familiar routes...like going to Napa. We've been there a million times and I still can't trust if I nap that I'll wake up to find us on the right road. Many times we have ended up on the wrong freeway which always adds a twist to the trip!
5. He runs out of gas regularly. Seriously, probably monthly. I do give him credit for having learned to call his friends instead of his less than sympathetic wife.
6. He makes me car sick in the mountains (and I only get sick if he's driving) because he drives way too fast on the windy roads and again, doesn't use the brake.
7. He tries to see if he can make it to the upcoming red light by taking his foot off the gas and coasting.
8. He finds humor in other drivers who race ahead to be stopped at a red light. He calls it "racing to the next red light"
9. He likes the adventure of finding something new to eat on Hwy 99 or 101. Good luck.
That is not the time to find a Rice Bowl if you ask me. In N Out or Taco Bell...maybe.
10. He makes up Highway numbers. The only REAL one he knows is 99 and 198.

I could probably think of more....

11. My job as the passenger otherwise known as "Navigator" is to see if he can pass the car going too slow in the fast lane. "How much space is over there?"

Okay, now that I've had a good laugh, I do find it slightly endearing and funny. One thing that I do appreciate is that we both know I can always get us there by being the navigator because he never questions my good sense of direction. I do still hope for the day that he can get places on his own but have to admit it's nice to be needed. Luckily, there's more to Leon than his driving skills (I'll save those for another time!).

2008-03-26T21:01:00.000-07:00

Many of our friends and family have asked, "Does Sam EVER cry?" Honestly, he doesn't really. He is such a happy baby and rarely cries. So far I have been able to find the solution to any of his cries...feed him, change him, or put him to bed (He's pretty predictable). He isn't fussy, at least that is what he has lead me to believe until we tried to feed him cereal. I know it seems cruel to laugh while your baby is hysterical, but I couldn't help it. I thought of the times I gaged myself on calamari at the dinner table or cried trying to get out of finishing my beef stroganoff. Sam might just be a bit dramatic when it comes to eating solids. These pictures say it all...

Easter

2008-03-23T19:32:00.000-07:00

Saturday we drove up to Napa to visit my Grandma and family...it was wonderful! Sam did very good on the trip. He traveled well, slept well, and was sweet to those who were meeting him for the first time. He is such a happy baby who makes trips easy and really enjoyable...we are so lucky! We were able to visit with family, laughed a lot and ate great food! Max really enjoys playing with Isabelle, who is my first cousin. He enjoys being with her so much that he gave up playing golf with Leon and my brother, Trevor to be with her. She is an amazing girl who is not afraid to explore the creek and loves to run around with Max. Being the oldest Grandchild, I never really played much with the younger ones because of the age gap so it's really nice that Max and Isabelle have eachother. While exploring the creek, they found fish and a large tadpole.

After a walk to the site of The Bardessono Inn, I caught a baby lizard by the creek that Uncle Pete comfortably wore on his shirt like a logo!

I am so blessed to have such a loving family and it is always a treat to visit...it seems to go by fast though, I always wish I could stay a little longer! I love that Max feels the same way. I make it a point to ask Max whenever we visit a place what his favorite part of the trip was. On our drive home he listed them, "Seeing Great Grandma and my Aunts and Uncles, playing with my cousins, playing catch with the older boys, going to the park to play HORSE, catching the fish and tadpole, riding the bike and scooters, eating french bread...everything." And really that was just about everything! I love that he loves it as much as I do!

How Sweet Is This?

2008-03-19T22:19:00.000-07:00

SAHM ISO GOOD STRIPPER

2008-03-18T19:32:00.000-07:00

A few weeks ago I was passing time in the cleaning section of Bed Bath and Beyond and came across Orange Glo Hardwood Cleaner and Polish. I remembered seeing it on an infomercial and immediately had to have it! It instantly made our floors nice and shiny and although it didn't smell like oranges, it made my house smell fresh and clean! Well today I decided to do some cleaning and got out my Microfiber mop and regular Bona Cleaner and mopped away. As I walked through the house to see my work I noticed a milky film and streaks throughout the floor....ugggh! All of that effort for nothing, so I mopped again and again and again...same result. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Exhausted and completely frustrated, I searched the internet and Googled "Orange Glo Ruined My Floor". I should have done this before I bought and applied this stuff because I found lots of others with awful results and a few suggestions:

#1 Strip Floor
#2 Replace Floor
#3 Small Claims Court
#4 Class Action Lawsuit
#5 Windex

Because I already have it, I tried Windex...so far it has worked, thanks to the Ammonia I am guessing. The process of removing this stuff cannot be done without me on my hands and knees with at least a million paper towels and no more than 8 inches of work space at a time!

While slaving away, I heard a knock at my door...I was hoping it was someone who was there to save the day, well I was close. It was a door to door salesman wearing a stylish khaki jumpsuit and carrying a small vacuum cleaner in one hand and briefcase in the other. Who knew anyone still sold things door to door! He asked if I had any need for household items today. "The only thing I need today is a good stripper", I said. I think I might have startled him a bit and so I explained the situation. Unfortunately for me he doesn't carry chemicals, but he gave me my choice of three gifts: a spatula, a small brush and this:

Lessons learned...#1 Stick with what you know already works #2 Be clear when talking to others about your needs.

Unfit Mother

2008-03-17T11:37:00.000-07:00

Since it's been 8 years since I've had a baby, I often refer to a few favorite websites for pointers and guidance. Friends are great too, but today I needed the Feeding Solids 101 (condensed version). Sam is 4 months old (technically in 2 days, reminded Max) and so I need to prepare myself for feeding him food. So what do I find instead? This title:

DO YOU STILL LOOK PREGNANT?

My answer...Depends on who your asking! Leon says I look great, such unconditional love! But if I were to tell people I was pregnant, they wouldn't exactly say they couldn't tell if you know what I mean! This reminded me of the time after I had Max and was at the mall shopping for an outfit for church. I was asked by a salesclerk, "Can I help you find something?" Mistake #1...I said yes. I told her I was looking for an outfit to wear to church for my baby's blessing day. Her response, "So, when is your baby due?" WHAT????? I thanked her for her help and headed over to Old Navy to pick up a trusty v-neck sweater to throw on with my good ol' black maternity skirt and pair of control top tights! Later that night I found myself sulking over a bowl of ice cream crying to Leon about her "honest" mistake.

So back to my current situation. Yesterday, a newly made friend asked me, "Do you run?" "Not unless I have to" I said. Sad, I know. I now realize, it's officially time to do something. So this morning I am motivated to get out there and put some serious miles on the jogging stroller (thanks again Auntie!) Sam loves the outdoors and Max loves to race me with his bike, so no excuses right?

Wish me luck!

Couch Potato

2008-03-14T19:17:00.000-07:00

What could possibly make this 4 month old stretch his neck you ask?

The TV of course! The Food Network in this particular case. Sam is mesmerized by many things and will go to great lengths to sneek a peek at the Television. Although we enjoy his stunts, the TV is on a lot less and we are hoping picture books will catch his attention instead!

2008-03-12T16:11:00.000-07:00

My finish out the week list:

1. Finish planting flowers
2. Visit with good friends
3. Spend time on the floor with Sam
(he's one arm away from rolling over)
4. PTA Meeting
5. Start Freakanomics for Book Club
6. Have Sam's picture taken
7. Enjoy longer days outside
8. Watch LOST with Leon
9. Catch up with Liza (find your phone already!)
10. Laundry (Need clean clothes fast)
11. Clean...maybe even windows
12. Help out in Max's class
13. Pick some lemons and oranges, get creative!
14. Find Easter basket (Sam) and goodies (Max)