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That’s it, I quit

Bossy mom

Well, it’s finally happened. I knew it was coming. People said it was unavoidable – and they’re right.

I have turned in to my mother.

Don’t get me wrong, my mom is amazing. She’s always worked hard to make sure I had everything I needed, is sweet, loyal and very giving. She also calls every kind of tissue Kleenex. Every sanitary napkin is a Kotex and she fully, 100% believes that if you go outside with wet hair, you’ll get a cold. Maybe your immune system is compromised when you have wet hair? Who knows. God love her.

So the other day, I was talking to Babycakes and she asked me to get something for her. I was in the middle of putting away her laundry, so I said “in a minute”. Now, Babycakes has the attention span/patience of a rock (no rocks are not patient) and within two minutes of her original request she asked me to get whatever-it-was again. Before I could stop myself, I opened my mouth and my mother’s words came out “I hope one day you have a child with your patience”.

I stood there, mouth hung open, eyes wide…I couldn’t believe I said it. My mother’s words when I was 9 or so – verbatim. Horrific.

Growing up is weird. Being a parent is even more strange….I’m going to start a new wordpress site called Shiz my mom says. Because apparently, I’ll be saying it all too one day


Cheeky reminders?

cheeky customer service

customer service

I’ve noticed a new thing that retail websites are doing, maybe you have too. I’ll do some internet window shopping, adding a few things to my car but not actually completing an order. Then, I’ll get an email reminder from the website saying something like “hey, you still have items in your cart” or “still thinking about it?” I don’t mind these e-mail reminders per se…in fact, I’ve actually gone back and completed a couple of orders because of them. Anthropologie and Nordstrom offer friendly reminders that are effective, IMO.

But then, I got one from It seriously said “Aren’t you forgetting something?” For some reason this really rubbed me the wrong way. Why is Eddie Bauer judging me? Why am I getting harassed by a clothing store? Is this what the world has come to?

After getting a few of these e-mails from “window shopping” I must’ve had too much caffeine one day, or possibly was a little emotional and decided to fire off an e-mail to their customer service. I’m not expecting a response, if any…but it made me feel better.

Here it is, verbatim:

“I’m writing to tell you that your email reminders about items left in shopping bag are making me NOT want to buy from you. They’re cheeky at best, downright rude at worst.

The first one I got was: “Remember us?” – This one isn’t so much rude as it is annoying. I have a Grandma that asks the same question every time I call her, I don’t need a website that is looking for my business pulling on my guilt muscle as well.

The second one: “Your items are waiting” – My items are waiting for what? Me to release them so they can go make dinner? Waiting for my decision on whether I want the “Berry” or the “Spruce”? I’m pretty sure the items in my cart don’t have a conscious and if they do, I don’t want them anyway. Clear my cart.

Finally and my absolute favorite: “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Get out of here – are you serious? I forget EVERYTHING and usually much more important than some shirts and a backpack left in my cart. Usually it’s my car keys, which I’m sure you can understand how hampering this is to my daily life. I don’t need another reminder from YOU – Eddie Bauer – that I am forgetful.

So, if you could, please pass this on to those who make decisions on what is sent in these emails. I don’t mind a “you have items in your cart” reminder e-mail, in fact I welcome it. I just ask that you take a look at what you’re sending and make sure it’s in a tone that  you would use with your mother. To her face.

Thank you for your time,


The best part is, when I attempted to submit this e-mail, the customer service page went to a 404 (broken page). So in real life, when trying to complain to customer service I essentially got…the middle finger.


So, Kindergarten happened…

Rocket Natalie

When I was pregnant with Natalie, I got a lot of advice…most of it useless but occasionally there was a nugget of wisdom. “Having children is like having your heart walking around”. It sounded cheesy at the time, but now it makes so much sense.  Watching Natalie walk in to Kindergarten on Tuesday felt much like my heart ripping out of my chest and walking in to that school.

kid walking in to Kindergarten

There’s no way to prepare yourself for that feeling. You are allowing veritable strangers to take care of something so precious, you have spent essentially every minute of their lives with them. If you don’t have kids, imagine that the car of your dreams is in your garage right now. You worked every day for 5 years straight to get this car. Now, drive that car to a garage you’ve only been to once before, park in a random spot, leave the keys in the car and walk away. Maybe they give you a ticket, maybe they don’t, but they “assure” you that your car will be fine. See you in 7 hours. It’s hard for me to let go of anything and there was honestly a split second where I felt like snatching her and running home. I’ve never been one for homeschooling, I like the social aspect of regular school and I also believe that most teachers are under appreciated. I’m pretty sure I’d be a terrible teacher too, I have zero patience. That said, I’d be super happy knowing that they were in my care, with me, until they go off to college. Or maybe I can homeschool college too? Of course I didn’t snatch her and run, but I wanted to. I sat in my car and cried, cried for the little girl she is, the baby she was and the amazing woman she’s growing up to be.

Incidentally, she loved it. Every second. Recess, learning, teachers, new friends…her world is getting bigger and mine seemed just a little bit smaller.

Camp, Flu and a Review


First, the review:

Both girls went to “camp” at our local drop and play center last week. If you’re in the greater Woodinville area, this place is the best – You drop the kids off for a few hours, they play, make new friends and you get to go grocery shopping with any screaming howler monkeys distracting you. Do you remember the last time you went grocery shopping by yourself? The quiet? The aisles you can just leisurely walk up and down in? It’s heaven. They also have music classes, preschool, etc.

Main room of the nest, there are a bunch of other rooms too

Main room of the nest, there are a bunch of other rooms too


Both girls took music class when they were babies with Ms. Beth, who is the owner. The woman seriously LOVES kids. Like one of those people that is just Mary Poppins rolling around. She’s a saint and we love her.


Look at that woman. She's amazing...and clearly having the time of her life surrounded by tiny humans.

Look at that woman. She’s amazing…and clearly having the time of her life surrounded by tiny humans.


So anyway, the girls were at camp there 4 days for 4 hours each day and they loved every second of it. Parker, who has an immune system like a little tank, is totally fine. But yesterday, Natalie (who picks up any bug at all) woke up with a 102.9 degree fever. Kid plague strikes again! Which is inevitable in a setting like that, but it makes me wonder how Natalie is going to do in preschool. I’ve heard good things about Elderberry Syrup, has anyone tried it? I need something to boost her immune system other than the usual Vitamin C and stuff.


Apparently not everyone has gotten this memo

Making anything remotely sauce or gravy oriented is not my special skill (just ask my Husband about my Thanksgiving gravy. Better yet, don’t), but to help Punkin’s little body fight off the onslaught of germs she’s going to come in to contact with in a few weeks, I think I’ll try it. I’ll keep you all (which I think is the one person in the Philippines who clicked my blog on accident once) informed on how it goes!


Finding a Dentist?

Side Eye Dentis kid

To me, there’s almost nothing I’d rather do than go to the dentist. Metal in your teeth, scraping, water guns shooting down your throat…and that’s only if nothing is wrong.

This kid knows what’s up. What are you doing there, Dr. Death? Can you see or do your glasses need to be bigger?


But in my family, I’m the minority. The dentist is a treat – something that everyone else is excited about. So why has it been so hard for us to find a dentist fot the girls? This must be “one of those things” that other parents don’t warn you about. Either that or my husband and I just suck at picking a dentist for the girls. We’ve been to THREE different places so far and although they’re all fine, none of them were awesome.

Look, I get it. This is definitely “first world problems” territory – the care we’ve received has been good. Nobody has done any permanent damage, at least that we can tell. It’s just that, if we’re going to be paying through-the-nose for our kids teeth (insurance covers essentially NOTHING), then I at least want someone who can knock it out of the park. I’m thinking the Patch Adams of Pediatric Dental here. Don’t just be a good dentist, be a GREAT dentist, have a fun office, a fun staff and nice equipment. Really, that shouldn’t be too much to ask.

The first place we went to was like walking in to a bank. It was quiet, grey and even I was bored being there. Natalie, who was 2 at the time, is one of the most well behaved kids I know (yes I’m biased) but she was looking for something to stick in a light socket or knock over just to liven the place up. We didn’t go back.

The second place we tried came highly recommended by a few people. The location was great and when we got there, the office staff seemed really promising. The dentist was nice and explained what he was doing to us – but not the girls. That kind of caught us the wrong way – “Hey doc, the kid down there? She’s your patient. Try talking to her.” Then, the super nice front desk lady gave us extra tokens for their little toy machine. How can you complain about that? You might ask. Well, think of a giant gumball machine filled with tiny, useless toys that you’ll be stepping on from here to eternity. And the girls had SIX TOKENS EACH! I was picking fake mustaches off of my foot for a year. The FINAL straw, however, was when we were packing the girls and their 2,000 little toys in to the car – the super nice LOUD front desk lady then calls us BACK in so they could get another toy from the machine. Have you ever packed two kids under 5 in to a car after getting through a slightly anxiety ridden situation? Do you know exactly what you DON’T want to do after getting them in to the car? You don’t want to TAKE THEM OUT OF THE CAR TO GET ANOTHER FREAKING BOUNCY BALL.

So anyway, that place keeps calling to schedule checkups for the girls. I just don’t call them back. I don’t like confrontation.

This last place we tried was the best experience so far. Nice, professional front desk and office, the dental hygienist was nice, equipment was new and clean, the dentist was great….but then, she pulled THIS out:

Creepy Dentist Elephant of Doom


Now, you get the idea. They gave my littlest one a tooth brush and started showing her how to brush the elephant demon’s teeth. P wouldn’t go anywhere near it and burst in to tears. This is the little girl who went with me on the SLIDING CARS of Mickey’s Fun Wheel in California Adventure and laughed like it was the best thing that had ever happened to her while I screamed like my life was over.
Mickey's Fun Wheel My A$$....more like Mickey's Wheel of Terror

Mickey’s Fun Wheel? More like Mickey’s Wheel of Terror and Torture. Those cars are SLIDING back and forth, not in a fun way but in an OMG I’m going to die! way.
So anyway, now we’re back to picking a dentist. I’m still going off of referrals from friends, but I’m wondering…how did you find your kids dentist and are you happy with them?

80+ degree days in Seattle

Seattle weather

I’m just going to say it – there is NOWHERE more beautiful than Seattle in the summer. The mountains, the lake, the trees…etc. All amazing and I’m so grateful to live in this area.


but (you knew there was a but, right?)

It is SO. FREAKING. HOT. People…it’s overcast and/or rainy here for 9 months out of the year. We are not used to this heat! Right now I’m laying in a kiddie pool in my worst mom bathing suit with a “cool hat” on my head. (A cool hat is a wet washcloth, term and invention coined by my Grandfather-in-law).

HOT. With no end in site. Luckily, the girls are happy to hang out in their bathing suits, playing with the hose in the yard eating Popsicles all day. I say thankfully because after 9am, I don’t have the energy to do much more than that.

That said, Vive le Summer!


Me too, kid

Remember that whole thing about me being worried about N going to Kindergarten? Nevermind…I take it back. I can’t get the girl there fast enough.

Now, it’s not because I’m not worried anymore, I am. In fact, I’m kind of petrified and excited all at the same time. It’s summer. Don’t get me wrong, we’re having a lot of fun this summer. The girls are close enough in age (19.5 months apart) where they play together well. They’re both pretty independent, so they don’t need me quite as much as they did last year. BUT DEAR LORD N DOES NOT STOP ASKING QUESTIONS!!

Example: I’m cutting up stuff for dinner and I cut my finger with the knife. There may or may not have been a swear. N (who is for some reason drawn to drama) runs in and says “MOM! What happened?” I respond with “I cut my finger”. Here is the rest of the exchange:
N: You cut your finger? (Q1)
Me: Yes
N: Which finger? (Q2)
Me: the ring finger on my right hand (I show it to her)
N: It’s bleeding!
Me: Just a little bit
N: Just a little bit? (Q3)
Me: Yep, I don’t even need a band aid
N: (quiet for a second, staring at nothing – we call this her “processing” face. It means that more questions are coming so put your helmet on)
N: Does it hurt? (Q4)
Me: It stings a little, but not much
N: What does sting mean? (Q5)
Me: It means it hurts a little bit in a sharp way
N: What does sharp mean? (Q6)
Me: The opposite of dull
N: What does dull mean? (Q7)
Me: The opposite of sharp (as you might be able to tell – by now, I’m getting a little annoyed)

And this exchange continues for a few minutes. Within the span of maybe 5 minutes, N has asked me 10 questions or so. Now, you might think “what’s the big deal? Kids are curious and curiosity is good”. I agree. Her questions are great and usually, surprisingly insightful. It makes me happy that she wants to learn and questions what is going on around her. But imagine this: you’re at work and there is someone who is within 2 feet of you for 90% of your day. They ask questions. About anything and everything. For 14 hours. What I’m trying to say here is that it gets OLD. QUICKLY. Unfortunately, I have to admit that I’m not the most patient person in the best of circumstances, but these questions would test the patience of the Pope, I swear.

So now? Bring on Kindergarten. Sept 2nd can’t get here fast enough.<p>

Kindergarten and dealing with bullies


This is the year where N will be going in to Kindergarten. For a few months earlier this year I was really worried about it, she’s my baby after all. Sending her out in to the world just seemed like such a big step, she’s only 5 for crying out loud. Eventually, I became more at peace about it, especially after talking with a friend who taught Kindergarten. Everything that she’ll learn, friends she’ll make, things she’ll experience. She’ll love it and will be a better person for it.

Last week the school sent us her supply list. And while that excitement about what she’ll be learning and experiencing was still there, doubt started to creep in. Is she ready? Will she be able to handle being gone all day? Of course, the biggest worry (for me anyway) – what will we do when/if she gets bullied or picked on?
All I can do is hope that we’ve made her confident enough to handle herself in those situations. She’s already asserting herself where usually she would just ignore things or laugh it off – she’s a very easygoing kid. At swim lessons, there’s an older girl who does everything she can to get everyone’s attention, much to the chagrin of her mom who, once the girl is dropped off with the instructor, buries her face in her phone until the very second our kids are released from lessons. Anyway, this girl has a tendency to splash the other kids, yell in their faces, etc. I’ve said something to the girl, the mom, the instructor etc but it continues so I decided to just re-iterate to Natalie that when it happens, it’s her job to tell the girl to stop. Yesterday, the girl was yelling in Natalie’s face and splashing her. Natalie looked at her and said, “please don’t splash me or yell at me, I don’t like it”. And you know what? The girls stopped! I almost did a cartwheel right there on the pool deck but somehow managed to restrain myself. Not only did Natalie stand up for herself, but she made the girl see that she was making someone uncomfortable…and she stopped!

So, while I’m still concerned about all of the obstacles N will be facing in school, I am once again excited for her to get started on her adventure!


Ever wonder?


My girls both wake up at or before 7am. Every day. No matter what time they go to bed the night before. It got me thinking…have you ever wondered what goes through their  little brains as they’re waking up for the day?

My eldest has always been what we call a “sleep hater”. She’s also the one that can bounce out of bed, ready to go first thing in the morning. She takes after her Dad, who for some reason only has to get 5ish hours of sleep a night (usually) and gets up before the crack of dawn. He would’ve been a great farmer.

My youngest, however, is much like me. She likes to wake up on her own, even though if her sister is up, she’s banging around making noise and wakes up the little one. Anyway, my youngest needs a little bit of time to adjust to the idea of waking up for the day – god love her – just like me.

So this morning, my eldest sprang one of those wake ups on me that gives parents nightmares. While not awake yet, I heard movement in my room that told me something was near. I crack and eye open and there she is….staring right at me. First thing she says? Is Daddy making waffles today.

So wonder no more, dear friends. At least with my kid, the first thing she’s thinking of is breakfast.

Hello world!


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