Lagoon Day

Jeff's job had their Lagoon Day last Monday. What that meant for us? We only had to pay 10 bucks a ticket, we got a free lunch, and we got our first sunburns of the year. One thing we did find out was that we can get more tickets than we have actual family members. Jeff and I decided that due to events we had to endure during the day that I'll go into soon, next year we are going to bring some people with us so that Jeff and I will occasionally get to go on a ride with each other. If we have any volunteers, let us know.
Anyway, we were all so excited to go. The kids had never been to Lagoon, and the last time Jeff and I had been there was a few months after we had gotten married, a little before I found out I was pregnant with Riley. We got up early on Monday morning, and Riley and I both put our hair in ponytails. I mention this not to just brag on my amazing hairdo skillz, but because Riley begged me to do Syd's hair like ours, as well. Unfortunately, Syd didn't have enough hair for a ponytail, so I did the little sprout thing on the top of her head. Cole came in after I had fixed Syd's hair and said, "Oh that's cute. Rileeeeey! Syd looks like a unicorn!"

I had to tell that story because I thought it was so funny. My records, you know. After getting in the car and heading to our destination, I realized that I forgot three important things...binkies, diapers, and wipes. I had packed them in the diaper bag however, after re-evaluating all our crap, we realized that bag was still on the couch, and didn't get put in the trunk with our bathing suits, towels, and snacks. Am I the only one that forgets the most important items everywhere I go, EVERY time? So I had to stop at Target and buy the missing essentials. However, as soon as I got out of the car, I was assailed with wails of "WHY ARE YOU SHOPPING?" and "WE'RE GOING TO MISS IT!" and "WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO GO TO TARGET?" I explained that I would just run right in and out. After getting the required items, we were again on our way, and ten minutes later, we were parking outside of the amusement park.
I was overly excited for our first rides. I figured that Riley and Cole both rode one of the scariest roller coasters ever while we were in Nevada, so all the Lagoon rides would pale in comparison. But I was so wrong. Both Riley and Cole took in all the rides and immediately started saying, "I'm not gonna go on that", or "I don't want to try that one", and "that just looks too scary". These were the little kid rides, even. I was completely dumbfounded and a little perturbed. I mean, yeah, we didn't have to pay the full 50 bucks a ticket for the kids, so I didn't have to murder them. But they were SUCH weenies!
This is Cole's reaction to going on the "Ladybug Bop". I really thought that he would eventually warm up to the idea of going on rides, but no.

Not one to miss an opportunity, I had to take pictures of how much fun I was having, regardless of how much fun Cole was NOT having. Riley finally decided to go on the Ladybug Bop with Jeff, while I stayed with a pouting Cole and my sweet little Syd. And btw, Jeff told me that when I blogged about this whole ordeal, I had to make sure to mention that the "Best Kid by Far" award went to Syd by a landslide. She was the BEST baby ever! She got to go on the Lazy River with Jeff, and she loved it. However, when water actually touched her she would get upset and complain. She people watched and laughed, and napped, and sat in her stroller, and was so completely cute, she convinced other people to have babies.
Unlike our other two kids. I had to threaten that we would skip the water park part of Lagoon if the kids kept refusing to go on rides. It was a terrible display of abusing my parental power, but sometimes you gotta pull the big guns.

Cole eventually warmed up to the slow, merry-go-round rides and I got the fun duty of watching him go round and round while Riley and Jeff went and rode on fun rides...like the Bat. (Which I had to FORCE her to go on with me the first time, by telling her that if she didn't go on it, I'd never bring her to Lagoon again, and next time Jeff and I had a chance to go, I'd find a babysitter for them, because it was a waste to bring them if they weren't going to attempt any rides). Yes, I'm a terrible parent, but we've already established that, and it didn't work on Cole at all, so I don't feel as bad about it as I probably should. And additionally, after I forced Riley to try the Bat with me, it quickly became her favorite ride and that's what she wanted to do the rest of our time there. Can you imagine what would have happened had she been brave enough to try any others?

So, yeah. All in all, it was a really fun day. However, we did learn our lesson. Which was: we can't rely on our children to be as brave as they promise us they will be. So we need to bring others to help rotate watching kids, and riding. Also, we will have to spend more time at the water park area, so I can actually get to go on the water slides and such more than once. And I'm wearing a tank top next time, so I can avoid the ridiculous farmer's tan that I've been sporting for the last week. And there you have it. That was our Lagoon Day for this year. Be thinking long and hard about whether or not any of you are up to this task. It takes severe patience and sunscreen.
Until next post!

Life is SO good!

It's been a while, and so much has happened. Let's see. Cole has graduated from Kindergarten. A week ago today, in fact. The whole process was really cute, actually. Riley never had a graduation, and so I was a little skeptical as to how it would be, but the program was cute and my son was pretty adorable. (Cole's graduating self-portrait). So all in all, it was fun. Much thanks to Kory and Bob for allowing Jeff to support his son, instead of play the mandatory weekly games of racquetball. ;)
Then on Saturday night, Jeff and I went to the VAST concert that I'd been looking forward to for the last five months. The poster Jeff did for this concert was really superb...in fact, I'm going to do some shameless promotion. Go to Jeffective.com and check it out. You'll see all his posters thus far under "illustration". Most of you have seen them, but for those of you that haven't, this is why I'm a total braggart when it comes to my husband.
I want to say a huge THANK YOU to my mother-in-law, Maida. She watched Riley, Cole, and Sydney from 7 pm to about 2:30 am and that wasn't what she had agreed to. Keep in mind that this is AFTER I had totally bossed her around, upon her arriving at our home, to make it easier for my babies. Sometimes I go overboard trying to cover every possible scenario the few times that Jeff and I actually get a chance to get out. I mean, she's only mothered 15 of her own children, I'm sure my routine with three is completely different from anything she's ever experienced, right? Right? Yeah, Jeff didn't think so, either. After thinking about it, I'm lucky she didn't just walk out right then. Maida, if you're reading this, thanks so much for your time and patience.

(Jeff and I at VAST). Moving on. I reminded Jeff that the last concert we went to ran about four hours later than when we estimated we'd return. He assured me that it wouldn't happen again. You know I'm all about saying "I told you so", and so I said it. Multiple times. After telling Maida we'd be home between 11pm and 12am, we got back two and half hours later. See what I mean about walking out?
The concert, though, was a lot of fun. Jeff's friend's band, Elemental, did really well. That's always good. Then the band, Endless Hallway played. They blew, fyi. I hate thinking of myself as old, but honestly, it was just noise. They were all prepubescent boys in skinny jeans and sporting Nikki Sixx hair. (See?) I guess my reference to Nikki Sixx probably makes me old...but whatever. Also, during their performance I was bumped into by some wobbly big guy. I said "sorry", because that's my normal response to being barreled into. He said "not your fault", and then I went back to feeling sorry for the failure that was Endless Hallway. (And sadly for them, I wasn't the only person that felt that way. One girl in front of me was actually plugging her ears. She also had her nails done in ten little yellow smiley faces, and was wearing her hair the same way that Cheryl Bettinger always did, but that's beside the point).
Back to my story. After "big guy" bumped into me, I turned to face the stage and then heard a splash and felt something drop on the back of my legs. I thought someone spilled their beer, so I refrained from turning around right away to cause further embarrassment. I waited five seconds then looked back to see what happened, and everyone was facing me with disgusted looks on their faces. Following their looks I realized it wasn't only me they were staring at, but the floor. Where the guy that bumped me vomited everywhere. Luckily I didn't have very much on me, but I was plagued by the aroma of regurgitated eggrolls and beer for the rest of the night. I almost lost it a couple times myself.
The rest of the night/early morning went much more smoothly. Sure, we were exposed to the usual concert episode of girls-doing-the-drunk-lesbian-dance for the sake of the musicians, and the smell of a lot of sweaty sleeveless shirted guys, but it wasn't very noticeable over the vomit. VAST was a lot of fun, and despite being a prime target for the fashion police, the lead singer was humorous and witty. Jeff and I really enjoyed ourselves. (And, VAST loved, loved, LOVED the poster Jeff illustrated for them. But that's a no-brainer). ;)
Soon to come: Our Lagoon Day. Stay tuned.

Too good to wait.

In three weeks these babies will be in our living room. After 10 years, Jeff and I are getting new couches. My man looooves me! If you know me, this is the eqivalent of winning the lottery. I'm the luckiest girl in the world!!!

To counteract the angry pic.

My beautiful pig- faced children.

An example of a teething baby.

I just signed up to be able to post from my Blackberry. So now you all will have more access to the mind of ME. But without spell check--so you'll have to just deal.
So, I'm not one prone to fits of jealousy. Okay, who am I kidding? Yes I am. But, not about stuff like cars and boats and toys of that nature. That kind of stuff just has never held a lot of allure for me. Today though, I'm getting our Avenger's oil changed. And I was feeling pretty high-class because a) our dodge is a pretty nice vehicle, and b) because I actually was driving by myself with no kids in the car. So, I was enjoying the illusion of youth and possible coolness.
Then I was passed by a silver, convertible Dodge Viper that was being driven by a skinny girl talking on her cellphone, swirving a little, and having her perfectly shaggy pixie cut being artfully swayed in the wind. Uh..illusions of grandeur were stopped immediately.