I think that I shouldn't be allowed to complain about February as it's my birth month (and Quinten's too!) but I'm suffering from the winter blahs. I'm completely overwhelmed with the amount of freelance I have to do, I'm trying to keep the house in order for the this birthday weekend, trying to avoid propping the kids in front to the television, trying to get all my tax stuff in order... and all I want to do is curl up on the and watch "How I Met Your Mother" (which is the funnest thing I've seen in years... like Friends and Seinfeld only 'awesomer' [imaginary high-five Barney style]). I have 14 projects on my design to do list and 5 of them are due in the next week. Yikes!!
Anyway, I'll start posting pics of what I've been doing (when I get a spare minute) and I will update after Quinten's birthday (he wants white cupcakes with white icing that he can decorate with sprinkles. Yum).
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Sand, surf and a bomb scare...
...not bad for our first family adventure!
Cuba was lovely. We had 3 full sun days and the rest were cloudy and windy but we never had any rain and the sun shone on the wedding day. The ocean was warmer than the pool most days and the kids loved playing along the shore, building sand castles and collecting shells. The food was decent (that Cuba can feed that many resorts is a small miracle to begin with... we went not expecting fantastic food so we weren't disappointed). Fresh fruit, smoothies, all-included pina coladas, tequila (for Craig who cleaned out 2 of the bars in one night... relax, it was a total of 6 shots), mohitos, 24hr snack bar... yum.
A couple of funny stories:
The kids were so well behaved, we had other tourists and staff commenting on how good they were. So many comments that Ty said one day at lunch "I wish they'd stop watching us. It's annoying me." I explained that it was because they were behaving so well that people were amazed.
Quin decided to make the best of the Varadaro airport. Even though I had him in a diaper (in case he had an accident on the plane), he wanted to use the facilities. Craig took him in the first stall: "There's pee in there," stated Quin. On to the second stall: "There's pee in there too." Third stall: "There's no pee in here." Walk closer. "But it's gross. I'll just pee in my diaper."
And finally, what's an airport visit without a bomb scare? Unfortunately for us, Quinten was the source of the scare. As we're checking our luggage on the weigh scale, Quin loudly announces "There's a bomb on the plane Mommy." "You don't say things like that Quinten!" "But Mommy, there's a bomb." Craig starts turning pale and sweating. Quin points to the red digital numbers showing the weight of our bags. I finally clue in and explain that those number tell the people how much the luggage weighs and that it's not a counter for a bomb. Seriously. I blame the superhero cartoons. They alway show the bombs with black counter boxes with red digital numbers.
Home safe and sound.
Cuba was lovely. We had 3 full sun days and the rest were cloudy and windy but we never had any rain and the sun shone on the wedding day. The ocean was warmer than the pool most days and the kids loved playing along the shore, building sand castles and collecting shells. The food was decent (that Cuba can feed that many resorts is a small miracle to begin with... we went not expecting fantastic food so we weren't disappointed). Fresh fruit, smoothies, all-included pina coladas, tequila (for Craig who cleaned out 2 of the bars in one night... relax, it was a total of 6 shots), mohitos, 24hr snack bar... yum.
A couple of funny stories:
The kids were so well behaved, we had other tourists and staff commenting on how good they were. So many comments that Ty said one day at lunch "I wish they'd stop watching us. It's annoying me." I explained that it was because they were behaving so well that people were amazed.
Quin decided to make the best of the Varadaro airport. Even though I had him in a diaper (in case he had an accident on the plane), he wanted to use the facilities. Craig took him in the first stall: "There's pee in there," stated Quin. On to the second stall: "There's pee in there too." Third stall: "There's no pee in here." Walk closer. "But it's gross. I'll just pee in my diaper."
And finally, what's an airport visit without a bomb scare? Unfortunately for us, Quinten was the source of the scare. As we're checking our luggage on the weigh scale, Quin loudly announces "There's a bomb on the plane Mommy." "You don't say things like that Quinten!" "But Mommy, there's a bomb." Craig starts turning pale and sweating. Quin points to the red digital numbers showing the weight of our bags. I finally clue in and explain that those number tell the people how much the luggage weighs and that it's not a counter for a bomb. Seriously. I blame the superhero cartoons. They alway show the bombs with black counter boxes with red digital numbers.
Home safe and sound.
Friday, January 2, 2009
It's January...
...and probably too cliché to say my resolution is to blog more often.
It's been incredibly busy but I feel more sane by writing everything down. My new project is packing for a family wedding in Cuba in 9 days. I'll be taking the pictures so that will be fun. I'm nervous about the packing and travelling part. We're taking all the kiddies too and this is our first vacation ever (at least since our honeymoon 9 1/2 years ago... and we stayed up north so we've never flown anywhere!). I now have passport and I feel like a grown up now that I have one. Who knows if it will ever get used again but I can at least say that I have one!
Cuba should be interesting. Both sides of the families will be there. We arrive on the Monday and they don't get married until Friday so that will give us time to settle in and adjust to doing nothing. I will have to take homework for Tyler but at least we can do that on the beach. I have a couple of nice bathing suits to try out. Unfortunately, they were bought before the pneumonia and resulting stomach flu so I'm about 10 lbs lighter... I figure there will be enough topless people that if mine flop out, I'll be in good company.
I'm looking forward to sitting on the balcony at night with Craig reading and drinking while the kids sleep. I hope we can see the ocean from out balcony... or at least a sunset. The resort has really good reviews although it would be interesting to get a review from someone who has travelled with 3 small children...
Anyway, I'll do a bit more design work this week but then I'm off to pack, check my lists and try to sleep without feeling anxious. I'll have pictures to post for sure when I return from our adventure!
It's been incredibly busy but I feel more sane by writing everything down. My new project is packing for a family wedding in Cuba in 9 days. I'll be taking the pictures so that will be fun. I'm nervous about the packing and travelling part. We're taking all the kiddies too and this is our first vacation ever (at least since our honeymoon 9 1/2 years ago... and we stayed up north so we've never flown anywhere!). I now have passport and I feel like a grown up now that I have one. Who knows if it will ever get used again but I can at least say that I have one!
Cuba should be interesting. Both sides of the families will be there. We arrive on the Monday and they don't get married until Friday so that will give us time to settle in and adjust to doing nothing. I will have to take homework for Tyler but at least we can do that on the beach. I have a couple of nice bathing suits to try out. Unfortunately, they were bought before the pneumonia and resulting stomach flu so I'm about 10 lbs lighter... I figure there will be enough topless people that if mine flop out, I'll be in good company.
I'm looking forward to sitting on the balcony at night with Craig reading and drinking while the kids sleep. I hope we can see the ocean from out balcony... or at least a sunset. The resort has really good reviews although it would be interesting to get a review from someone who has travelled with 3 small children...
Anyway, I'll do a bit more design work this week but then I'm off to pack, check my lists and try to sleep without feeling anxious. I'll have pictures to post for sure when I return from our adventure!
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Pneumonia
It's only been a month since my last post. All I can say is pneumonia.
It's the first time I've ever had it and hopefully my last. It started as a cough for a week, turned into pneumonia which I first tried treating naturally. That went well for about 5 days and then my breathing got worse so I tried some antibiotics. That gave me weird joint pain so we've switched meds and added Tylenol with codeine (yippee!). I've had 2 chest xrays and another one in a couple weeks to make sure the pneumonia is all cleared up. I have 4 more days of meds and then I can start back on the natural stuff to make sure my lungs are all healed.
On top of this, Quinten and Addison are both being treated. Craig has a wicked cough (which I keep telling him he should get checked out. I keep trying to get him to take some natural stuff which is like asking him to become a vegetarian!) and Tyler has had his cough since the beginning of school. We are one sick household.
And of course, because of this illness, my freelance is so behind schedule that it's totally stressing me out.
I do need to thank my mom for coming in all last week to help out (and my dad for driving her in every day), my sister for dropping off meals and generally worrying about me, Kalina for coming over to help with the kids so I could sleep, my brother for playing hookie (sp?) from work to drive me to the doctor, Amanda for walking Tyler to and from school and bringing over meals, and my mother-in-law for watching the kiddies while I got my xrays and taking off work to make a fantastic chicken noodle soup with dumplings. And I can't forget Craig... He took off work (even though we probably can't afford it), went in late so he could walk the kids to school, made meals, took care of the children and house while I flaked out and played Legend of Zelda on the DS (I'm now slightly addicted. I think it's therapy; it gets my mind off feeling awful, or at the very least that's what I'm telling myself!)... Seriously, I can't imagine not having family/friends around to help out. I don't know how single moms do it. They totally have my respect.
It's the first time I've ever had it and hopefully my last. It started as a cough for a week, turned into pneumonia which I first tried treating naturally. That went well for about 5 days and then my breathing got worse so I tried some antibiotics. That gave me weird joint pain so we've switched meds and added Tylenol with codeine (yippee!). I've had 2 chest xrays and another one in a couple weeks to make sure the pneumonia is all cleared up. I have 4 more days of meds and then I can start back on the natural stuff to make sure my lungs are all healed.
On top of this, Quinten and Addison are both being treated. Craig has a wicked cough (which I keep telling him he should get checked out. I keep trying to get him to take some natural stuff which is like asking him to become a vegetarian!) and Tyler has had his cough since the beginning of school. We are one sick household.
And of course, because of this illness, my freelance is so behind schedule that it's totally stressing me out.
I do need to thank my mom for coming in all last week to help out (and my dad for driving her in every day), my sister for dropping off meals and generally worrying about me, Kalina for coming over to help with the kids so I could sleep, my brother for playing hookie (sp?) from work to drive me to the doctor, Amanda for walking Tyler to and from school and bringing over meals, and my mother-in-law for watching the kiddies while I got my xrays and taking off work to make a fantastic chicken noodle soup with dumplings. And I can't forget Craig... He took off work (even though we probably can't afford it), went in late so he could walk the kids to school, made meals, took care of the children and house while I flaked out and played Legend of Zelda on the DS (I'm now slightly addicted. I think it's therapy; it gets my mind off feeling awful, or at the very least that's what I'm telling myself!)... Seriously, I can't imagine not having family/friends around to help out. I don't know how single moms do it. They totally have my respect.
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