Märia

And the Sewing Fiasco Continues (the Fiasco Part Referring to the Mess that is My Living Room

I made these darling pants…

…as well as the girl wearing them.

Magical Shroom…

…the “Magical” part referring to that they are gender neutral for the co-worker who’s not finding out. Craziness. I mean who doesn’t find out in this day and age?

My Domestic Abilities are Expanding

It’s called a Taggie and believe me, they are all the rage in today’s baby consumerism population, google Taggies if you don’t believe me. I made it for a good friend who’s having a baby. They have waited a loonnnggg time for him. I was so thrilled and bought her some stuff, but the stuff (although super cute) really didn’t feel personal at all. So I was like dude, I just bought a sewing machine and I’m gonna start making excuses to use it. I used 3 different types of soft feeling fabrics (don’t ask me what they’re called) and I thought it turned out well. Felicity and Seporah said it was “actually really, really soft” and tried to insist they were the babies that needed it.

Why Yes I Did Just Sew That Dress ~Domestic Goddess

Let’s Go For the Cheesiest Smile Ever Today

Sportin’ the paint as make-up do.

This one came out kinda fuzzy (plus the bright yellow floaty is a total eye deterrent),

but the smile was too cute to ignore.

One of My Two Budding Artists

There’s a Reason Why The Last Airbender Only Has An 8% Rating at Rotten Tomatoes

Märia: I want to go see a movie tonight.
Steven: Which one?
Märia: The Last Airbender *reading Fandango information* Hey Jackson Rathbone is in it. Did you know that?
Steven: Who’s Jackson Rathbone?
Märia: You know Jasper.
Steven: What do I care about Jasper?
Maria: Don’t even give me that Mister I Saw the Midnight Showing of Eclipse.
Steven: Hey I went to go see Alice. Jasper is just competition.

So Seporah and I went to go see The Last Airbender tonight. I actually really wanted to go see it having nothing whatsoever to do with Jackson Rathbone. It just looked like fun. I’d seen commercials for the show Avatar and though I never actually watched it (since I don’t really have the time to just sit and watch a whole cartoon television series) it did look interesting and I figured I could sit through a 2 hour summary movie instead.

The storyline was interesting, the choreography was beautiful, the music was epic, the costumers were amazingly talented, the CG was really cool but the whole thing just plain sucked. There was no soul to the movie, no depth to any of the characters, plus I’m pretty sure the dialogue was written by a 3rd grader. It was like someone was making this wonderful sweet bread and forgot to add yeast, so instead of tasting delicious it was hard as a rock and was good for nothing but a doorstop.

Anyways I haven’t seen a movie this bad since, well I don’t think I’ve ever sat through a movie this bad before. I’m pretty shocked that the same director of Unbreakable put this out as well. So here’s your warning: RUN, Do not waste your money on this movie, it is not worth it.

Our Conversation This Morning:

Steven: Morning!
Märia: Morning! Hey, did you come to bed at 3am last night?
Steven: Yes.
Märia: Did you fall asleep on the couch?
Steven: No.
Märia: Did you stay up late doing your homework?
Steven: No.
Märia: Were you playing a game?
Steven: No.
Märia: What were you doing?
Steven: Watching a movie.
Märia: In the middle of the night? *pause to think that over a bit* OH NO YOU DIDN’T!!!!! YOU WENT TO SEE THE MIDNIGHT SHOWING OF ECLIPSE WITHOUT ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

And to top it off, Steven actually re-read the whole series in the past month just to get prepped for it. I went to see it this afternoon, thoroughly enjoyed, but I really think it’d be hard to follow the movies without having read the book(s). I am totally team Edward all the way baby, but I understand Team Jacob if all you’re going off of is the movies since Bella and Jacob had much better on-screen chemistry.

Anyways, go see it!!!!

The song that played during the ending credits.

So You’d Like to Be a Type A Parent

Actually I don’t know how to help you there. I don’t feel I’m really a true Type A or Type B Personality. Anywho, I’ve been looking for workbooks for Felicity that are age appropriate and actually grab her attention. The majority of preschool workbooks are actually meant for 3 or 4 year olds and don’t work on Felicity’s level. She doesn’t care for them as they are over her head and just frustrate her. I was at Borders a couple of days ago and picked up these gems. The first two are actually meant for 2 year olds!!! And Felicity thought it was the coolest thing that she got a school work that she actually understood. She had a blast, she did like 15 pages! If you happen to have a 2 year old, pick these up! I tried to find them online to tell you guys, but couldn’t find them. Only $3.99 in the Border’s clearance section.

Since I Worked on Mother’s Day, It Only Seemed Fair that Steven Would Work on Father’s Day (ie He Can’t Censor What I Write, hehe)

I know on Father’s Day you’re suppose to write a flowery post about the wonderful fathers in you life, but I’m at the end of my rope with my little monsters and the fact that my Dad didn’t like my Father’s Day gift really ticked me off. I offered him my children for good as a gift and he thought I was kidding. Darn it. That means I’m stuck with them for another 13.5 and 15.5 years respectively. As soon as they hit 18, I’m kicking them to the curb.

Hopefully the next so many years don’t sound like yesterday: Seporah was repeatedly bugging Felicity while they were in the car. Felicity was repeatedly screaming. I pull the car over and in my meanest mean mommy voice say, “Don’t touch your sister! Don’t poke your sister! Don’t hit your sister! Don’t kick your sister! Don’t touch her toy! Don’t take away her toy! Don’t pretend to hit your sister! Don’t put your hand in her face! Don’t pinch your sister! Do you understand?!?!?!”
“yes.”
Good, start driving again and not 5 seconds later Felicity starts screaming again. “WHAT?!?! DID YOU HIT YOUR SISTER?”
“no.”
“DID YOU KICK YOUR SISTER?”
“no.”
etc, etc, no to everything.
“THEN WHY IS SHE SCREAMING?!?!”
“I poked her chair.”

The people who say “Be grateful, these are the best years of your life” either have really lousy memories or have much more obedient children than ours. The longer we have the girls, the more amazed I am that my brothers and I made it to adulthood without being killed by our parents. I mean there were FOUR of us, that’s twice as many as we have. Sibling rivalry drives me absolutely bonkers, I’m amazed MY girls aren’t dead yet.

So thank you Dad for not killing any of us and keeping us around for 18+ years. I really appreciate that all of us made it, even though you had 3 boys so there’d be spares.

Thanks for finally taking me to the emergency department when my appendix ruptured. If you hadn’t I would have never lived long enough to fully appreciate a nursery with raisins ground into the carpet that reeks of poopy diapers.

Thanks for teaching me how to drive. If you hadn’t I’d never know the joy of listening to my little monsters fighting with each other in the back seat while I tried to make a left turn.

Thanks for teaching me how to tie my shoes. It’d be difficult to chase after the girls with me tripping over my laces.

Thanks for teaching me how to read. It’s really come in handy for the 28th reading of Olivia Goes to the Park.

Thanks for teaching me to never talk to strangers. As far as my children are concerning, catering to their every whim is far more important than developing a social life anyway.

Thanks for teaching me to sing off key. You get no awards for singing The Itsy Bitsy Spider on key anyways.

Thanks for teaching me about the Strike Zone. Between work, school and children, you’re never gonna find the energy to do it anyways.

Thanks for teaching me the true value of a nap. Now if I could just have the opportunity to appreciate one.

Sorry for all those times when I was little that I annoyed the hell out of you. I’ve got my comeuppance: grandchildren.

Baby Märia, Mommy Pam, Toddler Russell and Daddy Russ

My Rhyming Weekend Review:

Toy Story 3, fun for Moms and Tots!

Sesame Street Live, totally NOT!

Seriously though, if you don’t have a kid, borrow one and go see Toy Story 3. Really worth it. I know it’s a sequel’s sequel and those normally suck, but this one was really good. The bad guy gave me goosebumps. Ken was introduced (to Barbie that is) and that whole interaction had me bursting at the seams. Oh! Oh! and Buzz Lightyear goes on Spanish mode and that had me laughing so hard I was crying. They stole liberally from The Brave Little Toaster, but since I LOVED that movie, I was a-ok with it. The girls were mesmerized by the whole thing (except for the scary trash, that part was pretty scary and Seporah was REALLY worried). I’ve never taken the girls to see a movie twice in theaters, but I’m thinking about taking them again with Steven in a couple of weeks, since we enjoyed it so much and he didn’t see it.

And the sucky one: The girl’s read lots of Sesame Street books, but have never seen the show, so mainly the only characters they knew were Elmo, Cookie Monster and Big Bird (and Cookie Monster’s costume was so scary, I didn’t even recognize him). Seporah looked bored to tears and kept asking to go home (in all honesty I was kinda right up there with her). And EVERY time Elmo stepped off the stage, Felicity freaked out, Where’s Elmo? Where’s Elmo?!?! I kept on saying he had to pee-pee in the potty, then Felicity got smart and said she had to go. I told her she wouldn’t see Elmo there though because Elmo goes in the boy bathroom. Not worth the time or money.