Matthew at 8 Months

It was a busy month for our little family! New schools, new routines, birthdays, long car rides, long flights on airplanes . . . we did a lot. In the midst of all the hustle and bustle- Matthew turned 8 months old. The time is passing faster and faster the older Matthew gets. He continues to be a go-with-the-flow kind of baby which we appreciate to the fullest! The lack of sleep and all the normal fussiness associated with a baby has been countered with cute smiles, little jagged teeth, and hugs- yes Matthew hugs! Boy, this is getting fun!!!

Matthew is a big boy! He topped out this month at 22.5 lbs. and his appetite is not dimin- ishing! He is an eater- no doubt about it. When I feed him his dinner (cereal/veggie/fruit), he doesn't have to wear a bib. He doesn't let a morsel of food out of his cute little mouth- rather he inhales it as quickly as possible. I have really started emphasizing 'no more, all done' because I think that Matthew thinks he could sit and eat all day long! He has never rejected a food or even made a sour face. Any kind of vegetable or fruit will do! He is eating little Gerber snacks (which are a life saver!) and likes to take nibbles of what we are eating. He loves drinking water from a sippie cup, but still breastfeeds every 3 hours. He actually got the concept of biting this month and was able to bite a cracker instead of sucking it until it fell apart. He is now able to take his chubby fingers and pick up the snacks and put them in his mouth while he is in the high chair and stroller. This is great because it keeps him busy and allows me to get a few things done- go figure!

Matthew has hit a few more milestones in the physical area. He will sit for prolonged periods of time and play. He likes to go 'rockie rockie rockie' (basically he rocks back and forth) when he hears music. It is his own way to dance. He loves to sit in front of his Chicken Dance Elmo which was a gift for Michael's 2nd birthday from my friend Amy. Yes, it is annoying at times but if it keeps Matthew occupied- I am all about it! He is now twisting his trunk to look behind him. He goes from a seated position to the floor and then will roll to get what he wants. Still no crawling- but we are on our way! He will pivot in a full circle on his tummy and he is getting the concept that he needs to move in order to get a toy. He lifts his chest completely off the ground but just hasn't quite figured out how to incorporate the lower half of his body. I looked in Claire's baby book and she didn't crawl until 9 months so he seems to be doing a lot of what she did. Matthew rolls completely from his tummy to back and vice versa. He loves to stand and if you give him your two pointer fingers, he will grab on and pull himself to stand all by himself. He is entertaining the idea of pulling up on our coffee table. So basically, trouble is on it's way!

Matthew definitely is more aware this month to both people and sounds. He can see me a mile away and I actually have already had to do the 'distraction drill' to get out of the house without him crying. Just he other night when I had a basketball game, he wouldn't take his eyes off of me so I had to quickly distract him and run out of the house without him seeing me. And so it begins . . . If I ask him where Daddy, Michael, or Claire are- he will find them in seconds. He understands 'Put your head down' if he is on my shoulder and also knows 'Put your pluggie (pacifier) in'.

Matthew is a big smiley guy. It is so sweet to see him smile because you can see the two adorable little teeth in this bottom gums. He loves to laugh and is definitely ticklish. If he is sad and I start talking in a sad voice, he will start to cry. It is so cute. He also started waving this month. His big chubby arm goes up and down and it just makes me and Damien smile. Ah, I love having a baby! Also, Matthew's all-time favorite thing to do is to be held. He loves riding around on my hip as I get things done or drop the kids off at school. While sometimes my arms ache, I do love that he wants to be with me!

Matthew traveled quite a bit this month. He took another flight up to see my family and was awesome. He was quite good in the car to go visit Damien's parent's too. He doesn't mind the car during the day but gets fussy when it is dark because there is nothing to look at! To help solve his fussiness, we turn on the interior lights in the minivan. So, yes we are the dorky family driving at night with an illuminated car where everyone can see what we are doing.

Nighttime still poses a bit of a challenge- mostly because of the habits I have created for Matthew. I like to call it survival, but I am sure most parenting books would call what I do 'creating bad habits'. He still sleeps in bed with me and I feed him about every 2-3 hours during the night. At 7:00 a.m. every morning I HAVE to be up to get myself, Matthew and the bigger kids ready for school. I have to get them dressed, feed them, pack a lunch, comb their hair, and brush their teeth, sometimes breastfeed Matthew, and get out the door! The school doesn't care if I am sleep deprived or if Matthew had a hard night. I have to get Michael and Claire to school on time. So, I do whatever it takes to get through the night- knowing full well that sooner rather than later, Matthew will let me know when he is able to sleep longer and even move to a crib. So, I try not to be too hard on myself or Matthew for getting up at night and not sleeping through the night yet (although that would be divine). It just gives me something to look forward to, I guess. Plus, I've been here before and I have the knowledge that eventually, it all works out.

Matthew is a sweet little boy. I am constantly being stared at with his big blue eyes, smiled at with his dimply left cheek and two little teeth, waved at by his chubby big rollie arm, and patted on my back with his open hand. I love it and the kids love it. I can't imagine life being any other way. I know that Matthew will start crawling soon so I have been enjoying his true babyness. We are having so much fun with him and each new day brings a something new for Matthew. Whether we are calling him BigBear, BabyBear, Goose, BooBoo, BooBooBear (Claire calls him this), Buddy (Michael calls him this), or Huge (long story- ask my Dad)- we are loving this little guy with so many different names. This next month should be fun because of all the fun Halloween things he will be able to look at! We continue to take it one day at time and love the heck out of Matthew.

My Beauty

When I was a sophomore in high school, Beauty and the Beast came to theaters. I will never forget seeing it and truly falling in love with the movie, the love story, and the music. I loved the movie so much- even despite Gina telling me in the lobby before the show started that the Beast dies at the end. I could have killed her! Moving on . . .

I have always had an affinity for this movie and was thrilled in college to learn from a girlfriend that it was made into a Broadway Musical. I immediately bought the CD and soon knew all the new songs by heart (I'm proud to be a nerd!). I longed to see the musical and soon got my wish as I saw it with a few friends from college. Long story short, I have now seen the off-Broadway musical at least 5 times and it gets better every time. Damien surprised us last year and took us to a local production of it and the kids loved it! It really appeals to all ages and the characters are so amazing- you can't help but get caught up in the story line. Michael and Claire have literally begged us to take them to it again, but there haven't been any local performances.

Our friend, Dan Romanski, who volunteers for an organ- ization called Birth Rite, sent us a flier for a benefit performance of Disney's Beauty and the Beast. Even cooler than that- was that the performance was on the evening of Claire's actual birthday! It was a no-brainer and we immediately bought tickets for ourselves, Damien's parents, and his sister, Heather. We didn't mention it to Claire because we knew that if we did- she would be asking about it every minute of the day. Instead, we waited until her actual birthday and told her she needed to get dressed because we had a surprise. She wanted to know what to wear and I told her whatever she wanted- but it had to be nice. I am not sure who came up with the idea of wearing her Belle dress, but nonetheless, she wore it. Out of the house we went to get some dinner. We picked up Dan and Heather and actually went to Stuft Pizza because we were short on time. She still had no idea where we were taking her. Basically, the irony of Claire in a Belle dress was lost on her. We, however, found it funny. We finished dinner and Claire told us she knew where we were taking her. In her sassy voice she said, "Um, I know where we are going. We are going to the movies to see Charlotte's Web." We all breathed a collective sigh of relief. "Nope!", we answered.

The musical was being performed in Saratoga so we weaved through the city and the car finally came to a stop. It was getting dark and Claire was getting worried it would be too late for the surprise. We got out of the car and saw a lot of people gathered outside the theater. She still had no idea. I took her to Will Call and got the tickets. When we picked them up, the lady behind the counter said, "Do you have Claire with you?" I answered yes but was confused how she knew my daughter. She told me when Damien had purchased the tickets he mentioned that it would be a special night for our family because it was Claire's birthday and she loves the musical. Out of the ticket booth came the woman with a very large gift bag. "This is for you, Claire." Out of the bag, Claire pulled out a box with a gorgeous porcelain Belle doll in it. Claire gasped and for good reason. The doll is exquisite. I asked the woman if the gift was from her and she nodded in agreement. What an amazing random act of kindness. She didn't know Claire, but she sensed that this night would be a special night for her. I gave the woman a hug and said thank you. No sooner did I finish hugging the woman did I get a tap on the shoulder from a man. "Are you Claire's Mom?" He waited for my affirmation. "We have a special job we would like Claire to help us with at intermission. Do you think she would come on stage and pull the winning ticket stubs for the raffle?" Claire said she would! Wow! The night was already amazing and we hadn't even seen the show yet! She soon realized where we were and that she was going to see Beauty and the Beast! She was ecstatic! We sat in the theater with Damien's parents, Heather, and Dan. We made sure we had an aisle seat so when Matthew started acting up, we could take him out.

The show started and it was awesome! It was really well done and completely held the kids attention despite the fact that the show started when they usually go to bed (8pm) so they were tired. Matthew lasted for quite a while before intermission (we were impressed) and everyone was having a great time. At intermission, Claire- complete in her Belle dress, went up on stage and did great. She kept waving to us and it warmed my heart. She looked like such a big girl up there. After Claire had drawn the winning numbers (Heather won one of the gift baskets!) the show went on. Claire cried, laughed, and was frightened through the rest of the show. It is so funny how live theater can make you forget that you are watching a show. You kind of feel like you are there witnessing it first hand. Claire knows what was going to happen but it was so real, she was swept up in the magic of the performance.

Once it was over, we went out to the lobby and a lot of people came over and told Claire what a great job she had done at intermission. A few of the characters were outside so they took pictures with them (Gaston and the Swooning Girls). One of the directors came over to me and tapped my shoulder and said that Claire could go back into the theater and take a picture with Belle! No way! She couldn't believe it. So, into the theater I went with Michael and Claire and we experienced a once in a lifetime thrill. Both of the kids were speechless as Belle and the Beast gathered around them for a photo opp.

The night was perfect. I mean perfect! I was so happy that we could bring Claire's birthday to a close in such a magical way. Damien's family loved the show, I was again blown away! Even Matthew managed to stay in the theater for over 1/3 of the whole performance. It was late. Some might say that we were starting to turn back into pumpkins- but that is a whole different Disney story. Many thanks to all who made Claire's birthday amazing. I know that she will never forget the magic this birthday brought her.

Claire's Birthday Season

I know that there are families out there that can contain a birthday celebration to one day. In fact, I am sure that that is the norm. So, why is it that when someone in my family has a birthday- it turns into a birthday season? There are a few reasons to justify this insanity. For one, we always have a birthday party up at my parent's house as well as a party down here. Coupled with a party at the kids' school, and God forbid that their actual birthday falls on a day when they don't have school . . . this adds up to four birthday parties! It is crazy, but I must admit- fun!! This year was certainly no different as Claire's birthday season came at us with great anticipation and speed.

The first of four celebrations was up in Washington. We flew in on a Thursday night and sprang up Friday morning, celebrated St. Matthew's Day and then headed to Costco to get the food for the party on Saturday. Once we were done shopping, we headed to Laura's work to celebrate her birthday with her, too. We headed home, the kids napped, I stuffed the pinata, and then we all got ready to head to Laura's birthday dinner. (Laura likes to have a birthday season, too!) After a deliciously long three hour dinner, Claire decided she wanted to spend the night at Jill's house so I only had to worry about two kids that night! Woohoo! Once we got home and I got Matthew to sleep, I handed him off to Damien and started prepping the food for Claire's birthday party. We went to sleep, but not for long as Matthew decided to be fussy (maybe because of the rich pasta I had at dinner). Because my parent's house is still in the midst of a serious remodel, Jill and Brian were so kind to offer up their house as the party site! So, my Mom and I did as much as we could at her house and then headed over to Jill's to try and get the food/decorations ready before people arrived at 12:30 p.m. Somehow, we managed and things looked together once people started trickling in.

It was a great crowd. Tons of kids, fun adults to talk to, and plenty of family to catch up with! Most importantly, Claire was having a ball and so happy that her birthday was finally here! She chose a butterfly theme so she and the other girls fluttered around and enjoyed themselves. Meanwhile, Michael and the boys rough-housed in the backyard. It was pretty casual which was great because it gave us more time to just relax and enjoy the party. She got a lot of great things and I know she was so happy that it was her birthday and not Michael's (which she reminded me of several times!). A real thrill of mine was that my friend, Danielle- who I played basketball with at SCU and now lives in Gig Harbor, was able to make it and bring her Mom and two darling daughters. It was great to catch up and watch our kids interact. On a side note- for all you cookie lovers, she and a girlfriend started a company called The San Francisco Cookie Company. Click on the company name to visit their website!

All in all, it was a great start to Claire's birthday season. One party down, three to go!

The next party was at Claire's school. Because she only goes to school three days a week and her birthday fell on a day she doesn't go to school- we celebrated with her class a day early! She was really excited and even knew the outfit she wanted to wear to school that day (consequently, the outfit was a birthday gift from party #1). She told me that she wanted to bring white cupcakes with pink frosting and sprinkles. So, dressed in her outfit-of-choice and armed with a few dozen cupcakes, we ventured off to party #2. The Montessori school she goes to has a really neat birthday tradition. The kids sit in a circle and then the birthday girl walks around the circle and they sing "The Earth goes around the sun, the sun. The Earth goes around the sun. It takes 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days." They sang it five times- once for every year Claire has been alive. Each time they completed the song, the teacher asked Claire what she did when she was one, then two, and so on. It was really cute and again, Claire had a great party!

Party #3 was to celebrate Claire's actual birthday! I had every intention of making the whole day about Claire (as if she needed the attention) but things turned out a little differently. For starters, we had to get Michael ready and off to school. Then, I conned Claire into coming to my doctor's appointment so I could get some antibiotics for my ear infection. I told her we would go to Starbucks for a birthday hot chocolate and goodie and then we needed to quickly go to my doctor. She was okay with it, but definitely questioned how it fit into her birthday. Because I didn't have much help this year in terms of setting up and helping with the execution of Claire's party, I had to be super organized! Because of this, I had to take Claire from the doctor's appointment to Costco to shop for the food. I told her that we needed to go there to get her a birthday gift (which she still believes) but I desperately needed to get the food for the party! Once we left there, I asked her what she wanted for lunch and she happily chose Togo's (a great sandwich shop). We ordered sandwiches for pick-up and then brought them home for a picnic- as Claire had requested. It actually worked out quite well- as the kids enjoyed eating outside in the beautiful sunshine and it gave us the opportunity to give Claire her birthday gift.

Damien laid out a blanket and then brought out the food. We stuck a candle in her sandwich and sang her Happy Birthday and she was in all her glory! It was a nice, relaxing, pleasant way to truly enjoy Claire's real birthday and reflect on the wonderful five years she has been with us. Then Damien disappeared only to wheel out her new princess scooter. She loved it! She was so happy and started scooting all over the place. We stayed at home for most of the day until the BIG birthday event that was to take place that evening. It was a surprise for Claire and it will remain a surprise until I blog about it in my next post. The evening was incredible and we won't forget it any time soon. Claire fell asleep in the car on the way home from her mystery birthday trip and I couldn't help but realize how big she looked. Her long legs almost touched the floor of the car but her face still said 'baby' to me. Gees, it is hard to watch your kids grow up and to know that you can't stop time.

Last but not least, Claire's final birthday party happened that weekend at our house and it was a GREAT time. Everything fell into place (thanks to Damien's amazing help) and we pulled it off. Claire wanted a Tinkerbell party and a Tinkerbell party she got! Again, she had ideas about what kind of food and dessert we should serve and I really liked that she had input for me. There were a bunch of kids here running around and for the first time in all the years we have had parties at our house, the kids played upstairs while the adults talked downstairs. It was if we had all graduated from being tied down and finally we had some freedom to do what we wanted! (Note: Matthew is so little and not mobile yet so I barely realize that he is on my hip 90% of the day which is how I classify myself as not being tied down yet!)

The weather was perfect so we were able to funnel outside and have some more space to move around. As usual, we had a pinata and the kids all pulled their string at one time and released the waterfall of candy. I still can't believe how big all the kids have gotten. Seeing them crawl over each other and scramble for candy was something else! We opened gifts, ate cupcakes and cake, and then some of the family stayed and visited until late that night which was awesome.

When I stop and think that my Claire is actually 5 years old- I have to shake my head in disbelief. Just a little over 8 months ago, Claire was my youngest baby and now- here she is- such a big girl. I am so proud of her and the little lady she is becoming (attitude and all!). But I must admit that part of me longs for the days when she was my little little girl. I remember when she let me do her hair without fuss. I remember when I picked out every outfit she wore. I remember when I carried her around everywhere and remember when she needed me to get through every minute of the day. While Claire getting older makes me a little sadder- I welcome her new independence and love that she is really making an effort to be in control of her life. And while I will always be Claire's loudest cheerleader, I just wish I could slow time down a bit before she gets too big. Happy Birthday Claire Bear!

Laura Turns 23!

Hands down, my favorite holiday is Christmas. I love the energy that surrounds it, the sights and sounds it brings, and the effortless nostalgia that hits me repeatedly as it nears. For me, this is one of my favorite days of the year; a day I look forward to all year long. While this is true for me, my sister Laura has a favorite day of the year very different, yet similar, to mine.

September 22nd is a very special and important day in our family. It is Laura's birthday. It is common to hear us say that Laura's birthday- is like our Christmas. She looks forward to her birthday all year long and starts planning the next year's festivities, once her birthday is over. She makes lists of guests and lists of what she wants for her birthday months out. It is a production and she loves it!!! This year was no different.

Her birthday started at her work (physical therapy office) where she is loved so much. They really sense how special Laura is and celebrate her to the fullest! They had a cake, a princess crown, balloons, and even had lunch catered for the whole office from a restaurant of her choice (Olive Garden). They spoiled her so much and we were so happy to be able to go there during her lunch hour and witness it firsthand! Then, that night we went to a delicious dinner at a great Italian restaurant called Calabria. She invited her friend, Sarah, to spend the day with her. Before dinner they got a mani/pedi and then ate with us that night. It was great to see her with her friend and to see them enjoying each other's company and the cute waiters.

On a side note, Claire had a hard night. See, Claire and Laura are naturally drawn to each other and usually sit by each other, ride in the same car together, and chat. Well, because Laura had a friend with her, Claire kind of took a back seat to Sarah. Claire couldn't understand why Laura's attention went to someone other than her! She cried when she noticed the two girls in Laura's room watching a movie before dinner. She cried when Laura and Sarah got in the same car together. Claire cried when she thought she couldn't sit by Laura at her birthday dinner. All of this was a result of Laura being an amazing Auntie to Claire. Always loving, always inclusive, and always attentive to Claire's needs. It is not often that my kids are able to see Laura with her friends and I am not sure Claire knew what to do. Laura has a lot of friends through her sports teams and I know it meant a lot to Laura have Sarah with her for her birthday dinner. While I did feel bad for Claire that her feelings were hurt, I was happy that Laura could open my kids' eyes to another part of her life that they may not have known about.

Dinner was really nice. Some of our extended family was able to join us and it was a great way to truly celebrate Laura. Laura is largely known for the toasts she gives at weddings, birthdays, or whenever it strikes her to do so. So, we turned the tables on her and all gave toasts to Laura at dinner. She got a real kick out of this and it was sweet to see Michael and Claire muster up the courage to toast her with their Shirley Temples. Michael was classic. He raised his glass and said, "To my Aunt Laura. The best Aunt in the world." For many reasons, dinner was memorable and will not be forgotten any time in the near future. From the Justin Timberlake cake Jill made for Laura, to the great food, to the fabulous conversations, to the chaos of having two babies at a nice restaurant, and the list goes on and on. Happy Birthday Laura! We love you so very much!!!

Saint Matthew's Day

When Matthew was born, I knew that for the rest of our lives, January 30th would be a special day for our family. But in the chaos of his first year, I failed to realize that September 21st will forever be a special day, too. Lucky for me, my Dad has come through yet again and reminded me of St. Matthew's Day. As I have mentioned before, my Dad started celebrating the Feast Days of his grandchildren after Michael was born. It is yet another way we are reminded of how our faith is a part of our every day lives. Already, my kids understand Feast Days and are just a little more aware of how these amazing Saints helped mold and create our religious history.

We were really happy that we were staying with my parents the weekend of Matthew's first ever saint cele- bration. My Dad really takes pride in these days and pays attention to every last detail of the little event. Down came my Dad from his office to the basement where we were all waiting for Matthew to get his present. My Dad struggled this year over what to get Matthew- as a 7 month old doesn't require much! So instead of getting Matthew something he wouldn't/couldn't use, he instead got something Michael and Claire could enjoy. He handed Matthew the gift which was wrapped in wrapping paper made by my Dad. The wrapping paper and card are always my favorite part of the whole celebration. The paper always has the child's face on it and the cards are always top notch and creative. The gift is a nice gesture of the event, but the card is what remains the most important as it details for the kids the significance of their Saint, includes a picture of their Saint, and includes a prayer. Matthew took the present and immediately put it in his mouth. Then, Michael and Claire helped him tear into the gifts (4 new video games for the Nintendo Game Cube). The big kids were so excited about the games, but Matthew was just as content to play with the wrapping paper. It was really cute.

When we named Michael over 6 years ago, we chose the name Michael Joseph because Michael was Damien's middle name and Joseph was my Dad's middle name. In all honesty, we weren't going for an overly religious name- instead, we were trying to pay tribute to two amazing men that would mold and shape Michael's life. But now that I see how the religious significance of Michael's name enhances and enriches the meaning of his name, I am partial to names that reflect our faith. Thus, Matthew and Claire's first and middle names are names of Saints.

Michael came home one day from school and was telling me about Mother Teresa. He mentioned that she was a saint and that he knew what that meant. Another day, he came home talking about the Feast Day of Our Mother Mary and he knew full well what that was. Without trying very hard, my kids understand a little more of what it means to live a life of faith because of the names they were given. Coupled with the efforts by my Dad to keep their faith in the forefront, I am amazed at their ability to understand how God plays a role in our everyday lives. I love my children's names and feel blessed that for the rest of their lives, they will be able to reflect on the symbolism behind them.

Boys Will Be Boys

I can't pinpoint the moment I became afraid of snakes. I don't even recall having a traumatic 'snake experience'. I just know that for as long as I can remember I have found snakes absolutely disgusting! There are many things I find repulsive about snakes. The first is that a snake has no limbs (that is just weird). The second being that a snake smells with its tongue. The third is that it's movement is unpredictable and bizarre.

I loved growing up in a household full of women. Although none of us are overly girlie, none of us have ever truly embraced the outdoors. We love to go camping, but you would never find any of us in the backyard looking for critters and creatures. On the few occasions that our lovely cat, Cuddles, brought in a snake- not even my Dad wanted to be near it. We don't do snakes! On the whole, we are not the biggest animal people. Some families love dogs, not ours. Others families want birds, gerbils, mice, or hamsters as pets, not ours. We are okay with cats and had a few when we were growing up, but that is about it! Case closed.

So, this brings me to my current dilemma/issue. Being that I am fearful of snakes and have 2 sons of my own- I know that they will forever taunt me about it. I know that they are going to be going into the backyard searching for snakes, just to see how high Mom will jump when she sees one! The one thing I didn't anticipate is just how early this taunting would start.

Michael keyed into my fear sometime last year. Since then, I have had rubber snakes under my pillow, in the glove box of my car, and in my cupboards. They frequently sail through the air in my direction and when I scream- Michael and Damien laugh in unison. Claire is not so happy that my fear has been exploited. She gets mad at them when I get scared and will tell me if a snake is hidden somewhere. While this is all fun (at least in the boy's minds) I do know that the snakes are fake. Sure, I still scream but in the back of my head- I know they aren't real.

This past weekend, we went to my nephew's 11th birthday party. It was at his grandparent's house which is situated on top of a mountain where the climate is very warm and dry (a snake's paradise). They've told us that there are rattlesnakes up there and just the thought of that makes me crazy! I was making a pizza when my brother-in-law told me there was a dead snake down by the pool bathroom. What? Are you kidding me? Shivers went up and down my arms. The kids wanted to see it so I bravely took them down there. After all, what could a dead snake do to me? We found it. It was a baby snake. I moved it with my shoe and then took the kids back up to the party and I was DONE with the snake.

A little bit later, Damien, Michael, and my brother-in-law Eric, went down to check out the snake. I overheard them saying it was a rattlesnake. Get out of here! I had to check it out myself. I was holding Matthew and went down there. They were showing Michael the rattle on it's tail and Eric asked him if he wanted to hold it. Of course he did. He grabbed it with two fingers and looked at it. He was checking it out when he slowly moved his eyes from the snake to me. "No." I sternly told him. Without hesitating, he threw it at my feet. "Michael, stop it." I knew he wouldn't stop so I took off running, Matthew in my arms, up the stairs toward the party. He went and picked the snake up and ran towards me. I was screaming. I am a total baby and I know it! He got close to me and threw it at me again. Except this time, it wasn't at my feet but coming towards my body. I had to bat it down with my hand. GROSS! I was growing increasingly angry that he wouldn't stop and kept running. But as I continued to run, he continued to chase me with the baby rattlesnake. He threw it for the final time and what do you know? It landed in my hair! At this point, the entire group was staring at me- probably wondering what in the heck was wrong with that lady! I felt it hit my hair and that was it. A few tears filled my eyes (I am a loser) and I looked at Michael, who was laughing hysterically, and I was so mad!

Yes, I chased my Mom with bugs when I was a kid, but I never threw them at her. I got just as much pleasure in seeing her run from me as I would have if I had thrown them at her. Yes, I did put grasshoppers on her stove and yes, I did chase her with the biggest moth I have ever seen. Yet, let the record show, I never threw them at her. I guess I need to get used to the whole 'boy' thing. I didn't grow up with it, but I now need to know that I should always expect the unexpected!

Above is a picture Michael drew me a few days before the 'throwing the snake incident'. He drew this to scare me and I kept it because the detail in the picture makes me laugh. The picture he drew is me- holding a snake. (Like that would ever happen!) I asked what was on top of my head and he said, "You know Mom. The way I like your hair . . . " I didn't get it so he added, "You know when you put your hair in a ponytail but make it look like a bubble on the top?" I got it. I love Michael and I love his spunk. And while I will never be okay with him throwing a snake at me, I will learn to love the silly things that boys do.

Claire Starts Preschool... Again!

Claire is jazzed! Not only is Claire so excited that school has started again, she is also ecstatic that she is there alone! I know that she loved being at school with Michael last year, but she is happy that this is her show this year. No sharing the Parent Tea Party with Michael. No longer will Mommy have to split time between the two classes on party days. At drop off, all the attention goes to her and she couldn't be happier. Little does Claire know that this is the last year of her being at her 'own school' for the next 9 years! (Let's keep this little secret to ourselves, okay?)

Claire was so patient during the long weeks leading up to Michael's first day of school. She went with me to the uniform store numerous times to make sure Michael had all the correct clothes and showed tons of patience. She went to new school orientations, new family picnics for Michael's class, and even helped me drop-off and pick-up Michael as he started school 2 weeks before she did!

But the tide has changed and she is thrilled. I took her shopping for her first day of school outfit and she had some definite opinions regarding the fashion statement she wanted make. She picked out the outfit shown in the picture above all by herself, making sure that the two blues coordinated. She knew she wanted to wear tights and 'high heels' (that's what she calls her shiny black shoes). The morning of her first day, she told me she wanted me to sweep her hair and I followed her vision so she was happy. This new found control over her look made me realize how much Claire has grown over the last year. I can recall last September and how I bought her dress, organized her outfit and did her hair the way I thought looked cute. But this year, she is more in control of her look and I am okay with it. I must admit though, I am thankful that she has good taste. Otherwise, I would have to intervene.

We brought her to school and she knew all the tricks. She asked Damien if he would skip with her into school and he obliged. It was clear that this was Claire's terrain now. She knew where her cubby was, where her work drawer was, where the sign in/out book was, and she showed no signs of apprehension or nervousness at all. We hung out with her for a while and then she said, "Are you gonna drop me off now?" I answered, "If you are ready." She thought about it and then said, "I guess you could wait until the bell rings." Oh, my Clairey. So independent, so funny. When the bell rang, she waved goodbye and that was that. Damien, Matthew and I left and we knew 100% she would be just fine.

Sure enough, when we came to pick her up, he bounded into the cubby room and into my arms. Confident Claire still loves to give hugs and be nurtured. Michael was with us and was anxious to see his teacher from last year. When Michael spotted her, he gave her a big hug and she couldn't believe how much he had grown over the summer. I know Michael loves his new school, but both Michael and his old teacher, Miss Donna, share a special bond that he won't let go of any time soon. We all loaded into the van and asked Claire where she wanted to go for her 'First Day of School' lunch. Without delay, she answered Red Robin!

It just so happened that Michael's Back To School Night was the same day as Claire's first day. We knew we couldn't bring the kids with us, so Damien's parents drove down to watch them for us. Lucky for us and for Claire, they were able to join us for lunch and celebrate Claire's new beginning. The kids got their chocolate milkshakes (with whip cream, sprinkles, and a cherry) and we all talked about Claire's first day. Over lunch I breathed a few sighs of relief that I had successfully started both my big kids in school. With three kids, a lot can fall between the cracks. There were a lot of forms, a lot of requirements, a lot shopping, and a lot of planning that made these first day's of school happen. Now I just need to keep up with the pace of life and stay organized.

While these 'Firsts' always make me a tad bit sad that time is passing in front of my eyes, Matthew's youth and innocence rejuvenates my spirit. I can rejoice a little more freely with my kids and their achievements because I know I get to do this all again with Matthew. I say this confidently now, but when the day comes that I have to put my 'last baby' into school, you may have to scoop me up off the floor. I better stop now before I have a nervous breakdown just thinking about it!

Santa Barbara

Summer is coming to an end and the new school year has started out at a furious pace. Despite the madness, the weekend somehow found us at home and on top of that- it was Labor Day Weekend. As I was filing away some of Michael's paperwork, Damien turned to me and said, ""Let's go somewhere." I gave him a bewildered look. He continued, "Remember that list we made at the beginning of the summer of places we wanted to go? We didn't make it to Yosemite or Santa Barbara!" To be honest, my first thought was, 'Dream on, Damien'. However, with life going in so many different directions and feeling a bit displaced as well, I thought 'What the heck. Let's do it!' So after picking up Michael from school on Friday, we all loaded into the minivan and headed south to beautiful Santa Barbara.

Because of the holiday weekend, almost every one of the hotels in Santa Barbara was sold out. This posed quite a challenge because I didn't want to 'rough it' in Santa Barbara. I didn't need the Ritz, but I needed a place that made me feel like I was actually on vacation. The way I classify this is that if I can walk around a hotel room barefoot, I feel comfortable. The minute I think that the room isn't clean or is dirty, there will be no relaxing for me! We found a darling hotel right off the beach called the Franciscan Inn. We decided that we would stay for 2 nights and then spend Sunday leisurely driving back and hitting some stops on the way home. By this logic, we would be able to go on vacation and then spend all Monday at home relaxing and catch up on things.

The kids did great on the way down. Damien and I kept waiting for the horrible holiday traffic, but alas- there was none! Matthew napped and the older kids watched a few DVDs on the way down and made the 5 hour drive a breeze. We stopped once and had dinner at a drive-in restaurant and had burgers and milkshakes (no diets on vacation). The most fabulous thing about this restaurant was that they had the best, and I mean the BEST, onion rings I have ever had in my life. Damien agreed and so did the kids. I am not sure what it was, but they were so good. If only I could remember the name of the restaurant!

We were doing great. We were fed and ready for the last leg of the trip. We love our GPS system in our car. It takes the guesswork out of driving and directions and we followed it. It told us to get off of Highway 101 and take a different highway (note: yahoo maps recommended the same thing). So we took the advice from the GPS and got on the new highway. It was pretty and scenic and definitely more interesting than 101. We saw the most adorable little town called Los Olivos and it reminded us of a city we visited years ago in Florida called, Celebration. We continued on this very curvy highway until we were within 10 miles of Santa Barbara. It was only then that we realized we could've just stayed on 101 the whole way down. The GPS gave us the shortest route, but had we realized the shorter route would've taken longer, we wouldn't have taken it. This was especially true when Michael complained that he thought he might throw up. Luckily, I had a gallon ziplock bag and passed it back to him. We arrived at the hotel just in time to get Michael out of the car and have him 'lose his dinner', so to speak, into the bag. I think the combination of the curvy drive while watching a movie didn't agree with his stomach. We checked in without any hastle and just as we thought, the hotel was perfect.

One thing I didn't really think about before we went on this vacation was how the mornings would go in the hotel room. The kids were exhausted and slept so soundly that night. Matthew started stirring around 7:45 a.m. and Damien and the kids were still fast asleep. As not to wake them, I snuck out of bed, grabbed a diaper for Matthew, grabbed my purse and out of the hotel room we crept. "Now what?" I thought. It was a beautiful Southern California morning and the sea air was cool and crisp. I stopped by the hotel for a cup of coffee and off Matthew and I went. I strolled him down to the beach; we looked at the birdies, gazed at the flags blowing in the wind, and just hung out. It was really cute to be alone with him walking throughout the city. We walked for about 45 minutes and returned to the hotel to notice the kids (Damien included) were still sleeping! So, I went to the continental breakfast in the hotel and loaded up goodies for the three of them. When I opened the door to the hotel room, it was still pitch black. I thought that they would be so drowsy but the kids were so excited to be getting breakfast in bed they forgot about it.

We ventured out that morning and drove through the city to get our bearings. While exploring, we found one of the best Farmer's Markets we have ever seen. The produce was amazing and we sampled and ate until our tummies were content. Surprisingly, Claire wanted to try figs and loved them. We bought fresh peaches, pistachios, focaccia, figs, and lemonade. It was glorious and so relaxing! Matthew napped through the whole thing which made it wonderful for me!

Next, we headed to the Beach and prepared to schlep all our stuff to the surf. Damien brought the stroller (packed with all our beach belongings) and we set up really close to the ocean. The kids wanted to run right into the waves, but we made them put on their life jackets. We were happy we brought them because crazy Claire ran right into a wave, got pummeled and started being pulled out a little bit. Damien got her and kept a close eye on the kids. Matthew got his first taste of the ocean and squealed when the frigid saltwater buried his little feet in the sand. Every time a new wave came in- I could tell how excited he was to feel the water on his feet. He loved it! We stayed there for a few hours- though the kids could've stayed there all day. I brought sand toys for the kids and they built sandcastles and we just relaxed.

We spent the rest of the day relaxing and exploring the Mission Santa Barbara, the sunken gardens, tasting ice cream from many of the ice cream shops, and rejoicing over this amazing opportunity to make new memories together as a family.

The following morning, we went to mass at the Mission, packed up and headed north for a day of more exploration on our drive home. First stop was a town called Solvang which is a Danish town that was so cool. There were hundreds of stores and restaurants in this themed town. We sampled chocolates and Danish treats from the numerous bakeries (Michael loved this). Temperature-wise Santa Barbara was beautiful but cool as the ocean winds swept the heat away. But Solvang, which is not near the ocean, was a sweltering 106 degrees that day. We kept pouring water over Matthew and made sure all of us kept hydrated. At lunch at a Danish cafe, we discovered Matthew had finally gotten his second tooth. Woohoo! Solvang was really really neat and one day I plan to take my Mom there and shop all day long!

Next, we stopped at the Madonna Inn in San Luis Obispo. If you have never been there, it is out of this world. Not in the way you are thinking, instead in a very gawdy and kind of eccentric way. Each of its 200 plus rooms are individually themed. It is totally over the top and the kids couldn't get over the amount of pink in the main lobby! Michael thought it was pretty cool that the urinal in the men's bathroom was a giant waterfall. You really have to see this place to believe it! (Click on the Madonna Inn above and check out the online room tour!)

We had planned to go to Hearst Castle and did, but unfortunately, once we got there- we realized we missed the last tour by 40 minutes. To get to Hearst Castle, you have to leave Highway 101 and take the more scenic Highway 1. It was so beautiful as the sun went down. And that my friends, was the LAST beautiful thing about that day. From here- it just got worse and worse! Let me explain . . .

We were low on gas, the kids were hungry, it was dark and we had to take the extremely treacherous Highway 1 all the way home (It was too far to backtrack to Highway 101). Matthew decided he was DONE with the car ride and got pretty fussy. To top this all off, I offered to drive in order to give Damien a break. Beautiful Highway 1 turned into the most curvy, twirly, hairpin after hairpin highway I have ever seen. I was so scared while I was driving and feeling like we would never find a restaurant for the kids. Damien was having a hard time calming Matthew, Claire thought she had to pee, Michael felt like he was going to barf again, and I was having cold sweats behind the steering wheel. As we came dangerously close to the cliff's edge with every turn, I kept looking for a place to pull over to either A) help Michael barf B) try and calm Matthew down or C) get out some granola bars I had packed for the ride. Apparently the answer was D) keep driving down the most hellish road I had ever driven in my life while all 3 of my kids were absolutely miserable. I know a lot of people LOVE Highway 1, but I challenge those people to drive it with three kids in the car.*
* (Kids must be 6 years and younger or challenge does not apply.)

Long story- Michael never threw up. He did, however, fall asleep with the ziplock under his mouth. Matthew did calm down, Claire toughed it out, and we finally made it home late that evening. When we woke up the next morning, Damien and I laughed and laughed at the previous evenings events. And while we had a lovely time in Santa Barbara and Solvang, we will probably remember being trapped in the minivan with three unhappy, car sick children more than the vacation. But so is life. You laugh and move on!