Sunday, November 20, 2011

It's Still Kickin'

My laptop, that is.  Yay!

It's Sunday night, the kids are all in bed, it's raining out (yes! we do get rain in San Diego on occasion!) and we're just lounging downstairs enjoying the peace and quiet.  Ahhhhh.  A rare moment :)

I went out shopping on Saturday ALL BY MYSELF.  Gone are the times where I can just run out the door and do as I please.  I planned this way in advance, made sure Myke didn't have anything planned on this day, prayed that none of the kids would be sick (because one sick kid is equivalent to 3 or 4 healthy kids and I would feel too guilty leaving Myke with that scenario), and looked forward to my solo outing all week long leading up to it.  It was fabulous.  I loved every minutes of the four hours I was out at the mall and Target.  It was so nice to be able to just take my time, go where I wanted, browse around, try a few things on, etc, without anyone else to worry about than myself.  I'm not even usually that excited about the mall or Target--I think 99% of the excitement was the fact that it was ME time.  I could have been scrubbing porta-potties alone and been just as excited (okay, that is DEFINITELY NOT true...but you know what I mean).




Anyways, I got some shopping done for the holidays so that's good.  One of the other things on my shopping list for that day was to find outfits for the kids to wear for our family photo that we had done (at JC Penny- yah, that's how I roll!) today.

Coordinating outfits for three kids is a task in itself, but somehow I managed to find some cute duds for them to sport.  Then I raided Myke and my closet for something we could wear that would fit with their outfits.  It all worked out, though Myke said I was a stress-ball at the photo place today, chasing Chloë around trying to put a clip in her hair (if you've read previous posts, you know why this may have been a challenge), trying to wipe up any drool and spit up off the boys (just the babies, not Myke), then back to Chloë telling her to put her dress down as she has a tendency to lift up her dress or shirt and flash anyone who looks at her and she kept standing in the center of the waiting room with her dress over her head, etc.


There were a ton of families at the portrait studio and, even though though we had a set appointment, we had to wait for awhile for our turn.  Luckily, they had "Cars" playing on a tv in the waiting area.  Chloë was also endlessly entertained watching the families before us get their pictures done.  She mainly liked it because the photographer in one of the rooms would continuously pretend to sneeze REALLY LOUDLY in a futile attempt to get whatever baby or small child she was photographing to smile.  It was a very dramatic and obnoxious session of "sneezes" but you do what you gotta do in that profession!  What an unforgiving job!  Our kids were no better.  We had a very flamboyant young man named Sampson do our photos.  I've had him before when Chloë was a baby and loved him because he was the only person there who could get her to smile.  He did not, however, have the same effect on my boys today.  Owen just stared at him.  Stared and stared but would NOT crack a smile.  His expression was "what the...?!" the entire time.  Chloë did great and was a trooper and Eli smiled a bit...but not Owen.  He was just not feeling it.  It didn't help that the little room felt like 100 degrees and the boys were in heavy sweaters.  We were all sweating.  I'm sure the pictures will come out great!   At least one has to, right?!  

Hmm...an option for next year maybe?

Or maybe this when the kids are a bit older...




Time for some snapshots from our phones:




Both of the following pictures were taken by Myke while he was in charge of the kids on Saturday.  Jus' sayin'....

The boys really get around lately...end up all over the place...even wedged under the couch.



America's Cup boat from NZ 
(San Diego Bay)



I found this wine at Henry's Market and couldn't resist.
I wonder if Myke thought I was trying to tell him something...


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