Saturday, May 2, 2009

The Mother's Day Retreat was a Success!

For the past few weeks, I have been working with Michelle and the Assistant Organizers of Meetup Moms to put together a Mother's Day Luncheon. We wanted it to be a relaxing afternoon with yummy food, great conversation, and best of all... no kids! The theme of the event was "If Mama Ain't Happy..." and the AOs came up with beautiful table centerpieces and favors that focused on taking time for ourselves- something we usually don't do as busy moms! It was at El Parador and was a raging success! How can 3 hours go by so fast?!? We had about 35 moms attend, and all seemed to be having as much fun as I was. We read hilarious "dirty little secrets" (contributed anonymously, of course), drawing raffle prizes, and eating yummy Mexican food and strawberry Costco cake! I am proud of my chicas and how hard they all worked to make this event appear seamless and well-organized. You are the best!

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Musings on Turning 30




For some reason, my 30th birthday has seemed like a bigger deal than the other milestone birthdays I have had. On your 16th, you get a drivers license. On your 21st, you get to consume alcohol in public places. On your 30th, you get.... what? A slower metabolism? Decreased fertility? Saggier eyelids? I don't know. But I do know that whenever anyone I found out that I was going to turn 30, a look would come over them that would be a mixture of shock and pity. Even Phil was adamant that I should "do something" for this birthday. Phil, the man who would banish birthday celebrations forever were he not married to quite possibly the world's most festive person, suggested I throw a party. Really?!

Perhaps that is because Phil turned 30 about 9 months ago, and he had a hard time with it. We didn't do anything to celebrate (obviously... see previous paragraoh) but he talked about it a lot, and made random comments about getting old. In fact, most people do. I have helped celebrate with quite a few friends over the past few years as they bid farewell to their twenties. Its always fun, but there is an overwhelming sense that they are saying farewell to a more carefree time and heading into the more reserved, boring, responsible part of their life. That quite possibly the "best" days of their lives are behind them.

And in some senses, that is true. Turning 30 means that I probably won't be able to get away with using my old CatCard to get the college student discount at the theaters anymore. It means that my favorite songs from high school are now played on the Classic Rock station (is that even legal.. they're only 15 years old!)

I say bring it on! When was I ever spontaneous, carefree, or wild? Exactly. When did I ever enjoy drinking to excess? Wearing overly revealing clothing? I think you get my point. My point is: I was born 30. I've always been a homebody and slightly boring. Before kids, I could spend an entire day reading. I worn sunscreen before anyone cared and was frugal before it was cool. I TiVo the Suze Orman Show and 60 Minutes and read the business section of the newspaper. Heck, I read the newspaper. I know how to crochet.

But now that I am officially 30, I have no reason to feel embarrassed by my 9pm bedtime. After all, I am 30. Worried that people will notice that I'm on Facebook on a Saturday night (before 9pm ;) and not out at a party or something. Well duh, I'm 30. Sad that I didn't know who "Lady Gaga" was when she performed on American Idol. Why should I be? I'm 30 and now officially out of touch with today's youth. I am also married with two kids. Enough said.

The fact is, I am proud of what I have done in my 30 years on this planet. I earned my Master's Degree in Education, taught science for 5 years, married a wonderful man, and had two awesome little kids. I have created a family, and spend my days teaching them how to be gentle, kind, and polite (re: I give copious time outs for hitting). I take them to the zoo, explain what sounds letters make, and what to say when someone sneezes. I am happy that I am getting older. We all do, and it sure beats the alternative!

There is a line from an Alan Jackson song called "remember when" where he sings "remember when... 30 seemed so old, now looking back, its just a stepping stone, to where we are, where we've been, we'd do it all again, remember when". Amen, brother.

Here are some pictures of the Birthday Fiesta that we threw last week. It was awesome. My brother-in-law let me use his employee discount to order yummy Chili's fajita party platters, and the Costco cake and margaritas were delicious. My family came down from Phoenix, and my in-laws and friends came over, too. Kids were everywhere, and I had a blast! And it didn't last past 9pm. Per-fection.






My big birthday present from Phil and my parents was a patio dining set for the paver patio out back (by the rose bushes). I have always wanted one, but had never put the funds together for it. I love it so much! The past two nights, we have eaten out there. Luke calls it "having a picnic"!

On my actual birthday, I hosted a playdate at my house. A few friends came over, we ate Trader Joe's mini tacos and brownies, and relaxed all morning, watching the kids play. I didn't want to ruin the day with a stressful trip to a restaurant (2 kids is not conducive to a relaxing meal out), so we ordered pizza and ate at home. It was perfect!

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Thursday, April 23, 2009

Videos from this week

This week, we managed to get some good videos of the kids. So... without further ado...

With this one, you can hear both the dishwasher AND the oven timer beep. This was truly a "they are acting so cute, we should get the camera!" moment right before dinner....



This one was taken right after I got off the treadmill (hence really bad hair) and we were getting ready for bed. We're singing a song I made up while driving one day when Emma was screaming hysterically from the car seat. i just sang it over and over and over again to drown out the howling. Luke liked it and now its "our" song for Emma...

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