Wild weekend

Ok, so the title is way fancier than my reality.  But  my weekend was nice.  Dinner with some friends and a rousing game of Apples to Apples.  Yesterday, we went to Home Depot, Bed Bath and Beyond, Walmart...Woo, that's excitement right there folks.  Ran in to an incedibly grumpy old man at Home Depot.  We kind of take up an aisle when we're out en masse.  But instead of saying excuse me, he says "watch out kids and get out of the way."  GRRR.  Mama bear calm it down.  I just said to my kids, please move over here so that man can get by....well, the home depot worker walks up and asks him if he needs help and OH BOY!  It reminded of another quite simple truth:

You choose each and every day how you WILL be when your older. 

I say choose to be happy.  Age is no excuse for rudeness, hear what I am saying? 

Today I apparently became a nester.  Way past that time, but I never did "nest" during my pregnancies.  Oh how I wish I would have blogged during my pregnancies.  I have a lot more sass then.  A LOT.  And my dreams....oh how fun they are...

I actually did post some of them to my Twin mom's message board, and I am going to put them here!  I hope you enjoy!
Dream 1:6/15/11
I dreamt that I had to have a c-section and that they got the spinal in on the first go round, but then I wouldn't go numb...so all the Dr's and nurses left me ALONE in the operating room...and I was in labor...so I delivered the baby by myself and then just as the baby came out the DR's came and took the baby and the one was all congrats it's a boy and they showed me him and I was all "oh he looks like elijah, same cheeks etc" and then the baby smiled at me and said "I am Elijah"

Dream 2: 2/24/11
Seriously, I'll be straight up before this pregnancy is over.

I had a dream that I was at the hospital, completely HUGELy pregnant (so that was good) and I was attempting a VBAC and the nurse was very hateful and said I wasn't progressing fast enough, so she was going to give me pitocin. I put up a stink and told her no because I was a VBAC, she huffed out and said she's getting the DR, so she comes back in all smug and says she's going to give it to me.

I told her I was refusing the meds and not to touch me. Jason had to jump over the bed to keep her from giving it to me in my IV and then I went running down the hall crying for my OB...and they were all chasing after me...

Dream 3: 7/17/11 This was the last I remember from before Levi was born:
This has been a recurring dream and I pray that it does NOT actually happen this way...

I've been dreaming that my water breaks in the middle of church.

And I get up to walk out and Pastor Mike stops me to pray for me....which in theory would be cool, but I would DIE of embarassment if my water broke at church and someone else had to clean it up...

I'm thinking I should start carrying resolve and a towel in the car...

Luckily, my water did NOT break at church.  It broke at the hospital.  I thought I wet myself.  LOL.  Well, thanks for following me on a short and bizarre trip down memory lane.  This is my post partum nesting and nostalgia. 

Maybe tomorrow's blog will stay in the present.  Until then, happy nesting!

Bliggety Bloggety Boo!

Nope, it didn't work.  Yesterday's blog post did NOT write itself. 

Busy, mundane day yesterday.  There was some grocery shopping, whining, dish shopping (will I EVER find a set I like??) some more whining, and a visit to Toys R Us.  No, that was not in response to aforementioned whining.  We went to get Ava's birthday present.  I might tell you what we got her, but you have to pinky promise not to tell her. 

Speaking of Ava.  My baby is going to be 6 in less than 2 weeks.  WHAT?!?!  How on earth did those 6 years zoom by?  I will tell you the truth as I know it, write this down cause it's a great truth in the world, most especially for parents:

"The days drag by, but the years fly!"

One day you'll be reading my blog and I'll be crying about an empty nest.  Oh, but right now, I sometimes (ok-almost always) daydream about sending them off to college.  Without a credit card.  And the ability to only call me without whining and asking for more money. LOL.

Today has been an interesting day so far.  Ava had another meltdown (she's been having a lot) and it was over a fork y'all.  Yes, I said a fork.  You know the thing with a handle and some tines at the end?  Helps you stab food and put it in your mouth?  Yep.  That.  She apparently needed a silver fork like her brother had, but her dad had given her a blue one.  Oh the drama.  After some "contemplation" time in her room, she decided to apologize to her dad...and then she had to face the mom.  Oh the horrrrrrrror!!  I made her clean the baseboards in the downstairs bathroom.  Yes, YOU may call me Mommy Dearest.  HAHAHAHA,  insert maniacal laugh here.  But on a plus side, my base boards are clean and I didn't have  to do it.  Oh yeah! 

We're going to attempt to clean out some stuff today, but my husband is already in research mode, so now he has one project that he is going to focus on all day...and perhaps we won't get as much done as I'd like.  At least he's honest...he always tells me that he "can't multi task, he can only task."  And it is true. 

Maybe I can just "Bippety Boppity Boo" and my house will clean and organize itself.

Nope, it didn't work. 


Oh, for all of you that pinky swore: It's a Polly Pocket Cruise ship.  SWEET!

Sleepless in San Diego!

Sleepless in San Diego!  No it's not a cheesy romantic comedy, but sometimes it comes close.  Definetly a SITCOM in the making at my house.  Last night was a miserable night of sleep (or should I say sleeplessness???)  I fell asleep at 11, up at 1115 with the main man (Levi) back to bed at 1230 am, up again at 1248 am, YES I looked at the alarm clock.  I was feeling very confused.  Tessa climbs into bed.  Wiggles all over the place.  Settles on the "Sideways sleep" and proceeds to kick me ad nauseum.  Hello 0145.  Ava screaming wakes me, I run out the door and stub my foot on a toy.  I don't know which one or it would be dead to me.  Dead, you hear?  It was metal and it jammed between my pinkie toe and the door frame.  Awesome sauce!  Get Ava situated and back down...UM...NOPE!  Back up at 0215 with Ava.  So in order to preserve SOME sleep, I take Ava and her toys and make her a bed on the floor next to my bed.  After that I was up randomly throughout the night as Tessa the sleeping circus act perfected her high kicks and spins.  Hello 6 am.  Time to get up everyone. 

It was crazy hair day at Ava's school, soooo there was some arguing about how exactly her hair needed to be crazy.  Geesh.  The drama of an almost 6 year old girl. 

Aside from sleep deprevation, it was a pretty good day.  My kids tell me some pretty hilarious things everyday.  EVERYDAY.  Elijah told me out of the blue that sometimes he dumps a lot of food out of his butt.  Good to know, eh?  As I still wipe his butt, I know that this is indeed a true statement of fact.  Levi pooped out of his pants and onto Jason's jeans while we were running errands today.  Hilarious...because it wasn't me!  Tessa had a major meltdown over ice cream and everyone in the US of A was staring at me like I was a horrible mean mother.  I just smiled. 

Anybody want to hear more of our "orders trauma?"  We're technically still on the chopping block for Korea, but the detailer thinks it will be denied.  Then possibly, DC or SC. I'm game for whatever, I just need to know.  I don't like living in Limbo.

At any rate, it's time to pare down our belongings.  We hold on to too much stuff.  Not "Hoarders: Buried Alive" or anything like that, but stuff we don't use. 

I keep hearing "you've got mail" in my head.  Guess that's what I get for titleing this "Sleepless in San Diego"  HAHAHA.  Maybe someone should email me a love letter.  Ahem, Jason J Perry. 

Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy!!  Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy!! 

My bed is calling to me.  Goodnight friends.  Happy sleeping!

It's a Goose Egg!

I have a goose egg on my head.  It hurts badly.   I was holding Levi and Tessa on my lap and we were on our hanging porch swing when the wood snapped from the top.  The beam smacked me on my head, HARD, then got Levi and then Tessa.  I cried.  Mainly cause I was worried about the kids, but it also hurt.  Bad.  I was channeling my inner Abbey Meers.  Concussed unite.  It hurts still today.  But the bruise and goose egg are under my hair at least. 

I want to share a bible verse today, it's popped up twice on my bible/devotion apps within 2 days, so...I hear ya God! James 1:22 "But be doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving yourselves."

Ouch.  Seriously.  I am a great hearer of the word.  I am so inspired every sunday at Church.  I have a great church by the way.  I'll give a shout out to Newbreak and Pastor Mike Quinn!  The rest of the staff there is equally awesome!!  But I digress. 

I don't know about you, but sometimes the "doing" is hard.  It's hard and I don't want to...You know that lady that cuts you off in traffic, she makes me "forget" to love others like God loves me.  I could go on and on and on about people that make me want to lose my religion.  You know who I'm talking about...Usually what happens right after I judge that person, is the thought "but Trish, you do it too!" 

That's a twisted knife in the heart sometimes.  Sometimes, it makes me laugh.  Depends on the day.  I'd like to make it my goal this year, but mainly, this DAY, THIS HOUR, THIS MINUTE, to be a doer of God's word.  Cause I can do that.  I can do it this minute. 

So when Elijah asks me for the 5 billionth time to day for one more last cookie, instead of being frustrated and snapping at him.  I'm going to calmly say no and then hug him when he starts to cry.  And when Tessa drops to the ground for her 12th tantrum of the day, I'll ask her if she needs a hug instead of a spanking.  The doing here would be patience and love...I need more of the fruits of the spirit....but we'll talk about those a different day!!

Speaking of discipline (I said spanking-follow along people!)  I am trying super hard to discipline without emotions.  It's ok for me to be angry or annoyed etc.  Feelings are feelings, feel what you must.  BUT I am working to not discipline in an emotional state.  Any suggestions? 

This is a really rambly day, not much cohesion here, Welcome to my brain.  LOL.

I'm going to start posting recipes too, as that was requested.  Where should I start?  Desserts?  Dinners?  What? 

I'm watching the news and it's DISGUSTING.  EW.  Well, I need to go clean out my car.  I already cleaned the kitchen.  Yes, it's perfectly acceptable for you to tell me I did a good job.  Appreciation is always welcome.  Why is that we stop telling adults that they do a good job?  Thought to ponder.

I'll leave you for now, as I have bored myself.  Catch you on the flip side, but my hair won't be brushed, cause I have a sore Goose egg...didn't I tell you?

Some 'splaining to do.

I thought maybe I should explain my blog title.  If anyone cares.  *winkwink*  Ok, so when I first got pregnant with Ava and Sophia, I found a website: Twins Magazine Message Board (herein referred to as TMMB) I joined a BMT (birth month thread) We all needed a user name and every combination of Trisha and Jason were taken, and in my seriously shocked brain, the username Inshockmom was born.  It turned out to be doubly appropriate when 2 years later I was told I was having twins again.  What are the odds?  By the way, I was fully prepared to have twins again, so I was actually shocked when Levi was a singleton.

Moving onto the next part:

rev·e·la·tion: something revealed or disclosed, especially a striking disclosure, as of something not before realized.

rev·o·lu·tion:  a radical and pervasive change in society and the social structure, especially one made suddenly and often accompanied by violence. *Like becoming a parent.  LOL!

re·pro·duc·tion: the natural process among organisms by which new individuals are generated and the species perpetuated.

Or, my personal favorite from Urban dictionary.com:

Reproduction:

1. when two beings come together to make a smaller, louder, and more annoying being that will eventually grow up to do the same thing -perpetuating a disgusting and neverending cycle of filth. 2. something ugly people should never find out about.

Seriously, tell me you aren't laughing! 

As I sit here trying to type this, 3 of my smaller, louder and more annoying beings are, well, being louder and more annoying!   Elijah desperately must get his socks on now!  Right NOW!  Oh and he needs apple juice stat!  Tessa is freaking out cause Rio needs to be on the DVD player like yesterday.  Levi is chatting, happily, at full volume.  "Look, ma, see what I can do!"  And my sweet Ava is at school. 

My older, more annoying being is home today!  Yay, but he's outside and on the phone with housing.  Our tot lot (aka playground) next to our house is being redone, and they apparently, unleashed a bee's nest.  Bee's EVERYWHERE!  Buzz off, eh?

More apple juice.  More apple juice.  Mooooooooooooooom, I need Rio on.  Mommy said!  Mommy said!!!  I just know I have more ramblings.  But it will have to wait until later.  My mini reprodutions call.  

Dipping my toes in...

So.  Hi.  Hey there.  It's time.  I'm going to do this blog thing and I'm going to be good at it.  Maybe.  In 2012, I'm going to make the time to journal, blog, whine, vent, laugh, celebrate and  any other thing I can think of here.  I don't really have anything specific to speak of today.  So I'll ramble a bit.

I'm 98% certain I do a decent job at parenting.  But it's tough.  These little people that run around my house, interupt my sleep and, for some inexplicable reason, occupy my space in the bathroom, depend on me.  Trish as their mom today, WHO as their therapist tomorrow?

I can't do a perfect job, but I pray about it a lot.  Because I can't do any of it without God.  I'm just his hands here, an imperfect pair at that, but he is the perfect parent.  I figure if I remember that, my kids might turn out to be real people after all.

Speaking of God, I forewarn you all that I will be posting a lot about my spiritual journey this year.  Love it, Like it or Loathe it.  It's my quest to sound out my beliefs this year.  It's hard and scary.  Because I'm a sinner.  I fail in so many ways everyday.  My past is part of me, some I'm proud of, some I'm not.  It's hard to make permanent changes when people you know and love can point out how you used to be...and to be honest, I'm just me.  My personality is the same, I am just trying to make a better me.  And I can only do that by faith.   But I'll have questions, statements and randomness. 

And then, you'll hear  me talk about marriage, missing my sisters(and you too Jesse), being sick, being tired, exercising (yep, I'm on a mission)  Anyway, I hope you'll join me.  Encourage me.  Question me.  Support me.  Love me. 

Holla back y'all.