Sunday, October 17, 2010

You're Fired!

I just read one of my friends' blogs ( and really got to thinking. What if I had a boss? A mommy boss. A boss for my full time child wrangling, house scrubbing, bill paying, grocery shopping, diaper applying, laundry sorting, meal planning, question answering, sleep training, and household harmonizing.

Would I do things differently? Would there be less crap that goes undone? Would the trash get taken out before it overflows to the point you can't physically slide it out of the can without it ripping and tearing and busting all over the floor? Would I not walk past the same alphabet magnet on the floor for 2 days without picking it up? Would I really be sitting here blogging with my elbow resting on a big ass pile of unopened mail, magazines and other random papers that need to be filed thinking about my stomach rolling over the top of my pants and wondering why the damn dryer won't stop buzzing at me?

Or would I have everything alphabetized in color coded files, the laundry folded and put away, and a self-help book in my hand while diligently doing sit-ups? I don't know. But what I do know is there is ALWAYS something that needs to be done around here and ALWAYS something I'd rather be doing. I have no problem watching Project Runway or an episode of The Office after the kids go to bed but can never quite find the time to scrub the stove.

Hmmmm . . .Interesting . . .

So one might conclude that I am lazy or just don't care, but I think the real problem lies not with me, but rather the job at hand. Think about it. Every other job I have had as an adult, which granted has not been many, has been one in a position of authority. And I kicked ass! I really did. And yes, if you are wondering what that sound is, don't worry, it is just my own horn.

toot toot!

So you see, the problem is definitely NOT me. Not me at all. The problem is my employees. They are just too damn young. If anyone should be fired, it is them.

Now, if only I could get a raise . . .

Saturday, October 16, 2010

A Party Is Still A Party Even If It's 3 Weeks Late

Since Wes and I were in Seattle on Max's actual birthday (sorry Maxy) we decided to push it off even a few more weeks and wait to celebrate when Opa and Nana were here. So last Sunday we did just that.

It was really nice. I cooked a ham, Nana made potato salad, Grandma came over (Grandpa was working on the house) and we had a mini Max party. We opened presents (mainly all pajamas) and then let Max go to town on his cake. I made a Devil's Food cake with vanilla icing and he devoured it!
Finally Slowing Down

I knew he was shoveling and shoveling and the cake was disappearing but I thought most of it was missing his mouth and falling into his lap. But I was wrong. I felt horr-i-ble. Horrible, I tell you! The kid ate an ENTIRE loaf of cake. An entire loaf of cake, folks. I thought he might explode. Or puke. Or pass-out. Or have the most ginormous cakepoop ever. But nothing. The kid took it like a champ. 'Man vs. Food' has nothing on him.
Oooh, so FULL!

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Opa & Nana's Visit

Mom & Dad came up last week for a short 4 day visit. We didn't do anything exciting or go anywhere new but we sure had a good time just hanging out together. Here are a few pics from their visit . . .

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Max Eye Surgery

For the first time in his life, Max woke up this morning with beautifully clear eyes. It's amazing.

He has had a clogged tear duct in his left eye since birth and finally got it fixed yesterday. His eye was always weepy with green goop in the corner and red dry circles underneath with some mornings it being crusted shut. But Dr. Zamber from the Eye Clinic of Fairbanks did a great job and now his eyes sparkle.
The night before surgery
Here's the same pic but zoomed in

We had to be at the hospital at 7:00am with surgery scheduled for 8:00 so we woke him up at 6:30, put him in the car and headed on over. He was such a trooper and never minded any of the poking and prodding that was involved in the pre-op. I was shocked. I thought he would have hated it but he just sat there and watched the nurses work on him. I was so proud.

Afterwards he was a little frantic which we were warned might happen from the anesthesia but after about 30 minutes he was allowed to have some apple juice and began to calm down. The poor child was starving! He hadn't had anything to eat or drink since 7pm the night before. So 6 oz of watered down apple juice and 5 oz of milk later, he was beginning to perk back up and was released to go home a little before 10:00am.
Mark on his head is to identify the correct eye to operate on