the baseball title means two whole days acting like immature kids!

St. Louis is not JUST the number one crime ridden city in America... and honestly that isn't fair-- just depends on the neighborhood. most of the area is hubcap friendly and mug-free and if you are really nervous about it, you are totally allowed to conceal and carry ;) anyway, not just that, but also the greatest baseball city anywhere! and this weekend we are a little crazy! if you didn't hear (which i seriously cannot even fathom), our cardinals just made one HELL of a comeback and won a little tournament called the World Freaking Series!!

My husband is a very small fan. In fact, he might leave me if Adam Wainwright would have him....

The last game got pushed to Friday because of a rain out earlier in the week and that was just fine because then we could actually go out like big kids and be festive with the drinking of spirits and such. It was not quite as heart stopping as the game the night before and we were also a tad worn down from staying up so late watching said game and then dragging ourselves to work the next day BUT it was still a great game- and who cares how it all went down- they won the World Freaking Series!
Side Note: I think it interesting that even though you can shout obscenities at a large tv screen in the presence of others and still appear completely mature, if you skip out on work the next day because you are oh so sleepy, that is frowned upon.... adulthood, hmmph.



So then after all that excitement, the boys got to have a super parade downtown today and we being idiots superfans thought they would miss our smiling mugs if they weren't there. We opted to ride the Metro down because we figured parking would be ridiculous, though we have never done this before in the history of the world. And now after experiencing the insanity that is Metro to and from insanity of a Cardinals World Freaking Series Parade, I can't for the life of me figure out why people don't just drive the damn car like we usually do- there is no way all those 14 zillion people were experiencing it for the first time. We have used it for other purposes, but I will never do that again for anything stadium related.

Once we finally got there, it was pretty fun, though you must be one who counts sitting on your husband's non-cheerleader shoulders in a cloud of smoke watching players roll by about 15 rows of people in front of you a fun afternoon. of course I live for that brand of adventure. I also like run-on sentences.

About 3 seconds later he said "I think I just herniated a disc"

In all seriousness though, we had a good time together this afternoon and are super super excited to claim the World Freaking Series champions as our own for the second time since we've been married. Also, our first child was conceived shortly after they won last time so I guess we better watch it lest we get another babe for summer and let the charismatic one win! And tomorrow is more excitement with Halloween- as if you don't know that. A will probably want to dress up as a Cardinal but I am sure he would much rather take home his teacher salary than be a World Freaking Series Champion in real life.... besides he couldn't carry me on his shoulders if he were actually IN the parade.

My camera decided to be a moody teenager about 5 minutes before King Albert rolled by. It is cranky when low on batteries as it should be, but it pulled together for a few more shots. His wife back there is totally spending his 20 quadrillion dollar contract for the next 40 years in StL in her head- look at her telling me to back off her man ;) Just kidding- I am sure she is a lovely person, but I am sure she has better shoes than me so I can't help but joke at her expense (pun intended)!!

We kept waiting for a child to come crashing down on our heads- they are not our kids folks!!

Thank you StL for being so awesome!

Who says crafting is hard??

It's a ten second project. How much could go wrong? ;)

Is that a trick question you ask? Of course it is.

Besides being cute, easy and festive, these little ghosts are a perfect example of how NOTHING is too user friendly when the monsters kiddos are involved!

Steps Involved:

1- Remove pants to decrease chances of paint accident (socks come off too obviously)

2- Paint thin layer of white paint on Thing 1's foot. Simultaneously ward off Thing 2 as she tries to plunge into paint. Retrieve her as she slips on the poster board that she is stomping on.

3- Pick up painted child and place foot firmly on paper- remind him not to slide it all the way across the poster board giving the appearance of a ghost smear. Stop unofficially painted child as she grabs the paintbrush and heads across the room.

4- Reprimand painted child as he WALKS ACROSS THE FLOOR. Remind self that although painted one is four years old, his reasoning skills are not quite there yet

4- Pick up posterboard and place on counter so it is "safe" while cleaning paint off the foot and floor

5- Breathe

6- Repeat foot painting, stamping and with second child. Note that she is remarkably easier to wield into the sink and that reasoning skills notwithstanding, Thing 1 is growing much much too fast

7- Dip q-tip into blue paint (because naturally my blue-eyed children would have blue-eyed ghosts)and demonstrate how to put eyes on the ghosts.

8- Hand q-tip to N who sneezes it onto the carpet with perfect timing. Blue paint 1 Carpet 0

9- Breathe Harder. Swear under my breath

10- Clean carpet. Wonder where Thing 2 went pantless

11- Watch as N successfully makes eyes (and arms?? a few of our ghosts had extra dots)

12- Praise excessively for a clean job well done.



a non-political but anatomical debate

this morning i was smothering my little munchkin with kisses. she LOVES kisses!
just tosses her face back and lets you devour her chubby little cheeks!
i hope someday she is not so fond of kisses from boys ;)
anyway i was giggling and smooching and suddenly caught a whiff of... "baby" smell. she hasn't smelled like baby in quite awhile and that is all it took for my uterus to shout at me!
does it want a baby again??
i am thinking that my brain does not... but that uterus is a leader- she has charisma! what if she recruits my heart to the cause? my heart is a yes girl... she hates the word no.
if my heart and uterus both say yes, my brain will likely lose. it's two to one.
my overwhlemed brain- she has issues. but she knows better, doesn't she??

what a downer.... negative nancy can only go up from here

i am failing.
this is a very hard thing for me to admit but i have never felt so out of control in my entire life. at the end of the day, it shouldn't matter if the dishes get done or a damn halloween costume get sewed. what should matter is that my kids feel safe and loved. that they have a mommy who spends time with them and leads by example- which is the exact opposite of this mess sitting here at the computer.
i have so. much. work to do.
i am so tired.
i am so sad.
this beautiful crazy and frustratingly strong-willed little soul has pushed and pushed lately. he is my clone. he is amazing. and he can piss me off like nobody's business. i am done for today- he just got sent to bed after one too many buttons got pushed. and now in the quiet i reflect on how all he heard from me today was negative. corrections. admonitions. i only got to spend 3 hours with him and i was mad the entire time. it was a night wasted.
we should be snuggling and laughing. except we are not.
because i am failing at the job i want to be best at.
and then there's the other one. she cries and cries if i am not holding her. she is 18 months old and has never been like this and i KNOW it is because i am suddenly gone all the time with this triple work insanity.
she won't sit in her highchair. she won't nap. she won't let me out of her sight.
she won't share me.
when her "maamaa" overlaps with her brother's "mom! watch me" and the dog is barking at some non-existent sound, i think my head just might explode. but only because i am simultaneously trying to grade papers, bill insurance for patient visits and make dinner all with a smile.
perfectionism has long been my worst quality but lately i can't even be average.
i am even failing at keeping up my worst quality.
Lord help my babies- maybe tomorrow will be a better day.

i'll be climbing back on the blogger wagon soon

i've got nothin.
actually i have much to day- this is me after all, but i just don't have the energy to form a coherent post. i am crabby and forgetful (but i am not pregnant; bite your tongues!) and i need to go bed. but there has still been some magic in the air around here :)

Ten on Ten: 10.10.11

Today was a lovely "office" day. I saw some patients, cleaned some house and then gave a biology lecture this evening. I prefer more kids in my day, but these alone days are pretty necessary too ;) I'm linking up to ten on ten today with A Bit of Sunshine. You should too!

One photo an hour for ten hours...

Snapshots of my day:

1= TV as a babysitter so I can make breakfast

2= N's pumpkin masterpiece

3= Triumphing over the clip that I got in her hair (it stayed about 4 minutes)

4= My new orange mums

5= Snacktime

6= My office buddy

7= Summer is still hanging on in the details

8= Other office buddies that are much less loveable

9= Patients mean that I need to wear shoes in my house

10= Sky on the way to class

Write on Edge: Conjure

Light

Streaming through the tall stained glass, the light left incandescent impressions on the blue carpet.
I could not have planned for that light.
It bathed us in halos like the heavenly figures painted meticulously on the domed ceiling.
I saw it later in snapshots of ethereal stillness.
In that moment, I saw only his eyes.
How they glinted off of such a tiny promise of forever.


(this was written as a prompt from Write On Edge. the task was to conjure a place/experience/memory/etc but not say what it was- i am linking up to their weekly Remembered link-up)