Wednesday, September 30, 2009
And all this autumn splendor foretells my favorite holiday: Halloween! What is there not to love about Halloween? It's all about fun and chocolate. You don't have to go eat boxed mashed potatoes at Aunt Velma's. You don't have to endure canned Halloween music in April. You don't have to go to the dreaded mall at the eleventh hour for your brother-in-law's wife's stepchild who's coming to the family gathering.
And if I had loads of disposable income to fritter away, I would adorn my yard with these delightful frolickers:
And these witchies:
And these spooksters:
I can, however, afford these darling Mad Scientist labels for wine...or dang cranberry juice, in my case:
Bottoms up. It's Halloween!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
And then Nordstrom sends me an email with these delightful studded booties:
Just a cruel reminder of all the S&M I'm too dang TIRED to enjoy right now.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
So there you go. I suspect most of you will cease inviting me over, because who wants anyone with FIVE KIDS in their house?
FIVE! Isn't the woman who has five kids a bit of a freak? One who homeschools, leads the family hour of hymns every evening, and grinds organic beet juice for her children to guzzle each morning? AM I THIS WOMAN? (Besides the beets and the homeschooling and the hymns?)
Maybe! But I don't feel TOO freakish. I thought, when I was working with two kids, that I was DONE. But then I had Will. And I could not rid myself of the nagging sense that I wanted one more. And I had Colette. And...I still wasn't sure I wanted to be DONE. Ye gads, will I feel done after this one?
PVT, by the way, despite having some of the same concerns I do (how do we afford this? How do we stay sane? IS THIS THE KID THAT BREAKS US?), is really quite thrilled. He wanted me to let you all know that yes, it's his.
I am bracing for the onslaught of comments: your carbon footprint is bigger than Godzilla's! You are overpopulating the earth! Do you know WHAT CAUSES THAT? How are you going to afford them all? Are you going to have MORE? Your child is misbehaving - it's because you have TOO MANY CHILDREN! Why don't you get FIXED?
Well, I don't have the answers to any of these questions (although YES, we know what causes it). But I do know this: every time a baby is born, the world changes. Slightly, imperceptibly, nothing is as it was before. Whether the baby is a crack baby or a Upper East Side heiress, life has changed. And if you have even a shred of faith left in this morass that is humanity, you have to believe this change is for the better.
And my good friends at Nordstrom? If they ever see me coming with my entire brood, they will call security and lock the doors. Thank GOODNESS for Nordstrom.com. Because they don't let my kind in the doors.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Because my life is SO JUST LIKE Coco Chanel's it's SPOOKY.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
I'm obsessed with this little Jenna and Jessie brand I found at Nordstrom; I think I've bought the whole line. The only other bauble currently available is this:
So cute! So original! And relatively inexpensive!
Speaking of inexpensive (an awkward segue for you), our latest exorbitant kiddie expense has been keeping this kid in puzzles:
Rory is different from his brothers. He's not a big conversationalist. He doesn't like to detail his dreams, or his worries, or give you blow-by-blow analyses of his latest greatest whacky Lego model idea. He lives in his own head more than the others. So how does he deal with the stress of spending his days with all those Kindergarten kiddies? He does puzzles. For HOURS. He did this one in a day and half with only intermittent help from PVT - 500 pieces.
Rain Rory, I tell you.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
The Rack is really a lot of FUN. It's like a scavenger hunt for adult females. Sometimes it's chock full of marked-down treasures from Juicy, luscious handbags, Roxy baby girl dresses, and racks of Stuart Weitzman shoes IN YOUR SIZE. Sometimes all they seem to have is piles of fluorescent green granny underwear. You just never know!
Kappa Kappa Karen hit the motherlode and got several pairs of shoes and some cheap toner (which she felt compelled to buy after being berated by the Neiman Marcus Beauty Nazi who did our makeup that evening). Nothing really grabbed me, though, so I left empty-bagged. I was just happy to BE there.
So, Brothers Nordstrom, if you don't think Tulsa can sustain a Nordstrom, what about a RACK? I think the mommies in my neighborhood ALONE could do years and years of damage just hunting the shoe racks.
Just a thought, Erik. Bruce. Blake. Call me and we'll chat.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Yep, 13 months old. We start 'em young. (An aside: why is it that so many people ask me if I HOME SCHOOL my children? Just because I have more than three, does that automatically make me a fundamentalist, apocalyptic-type who homeschools, makes homemade kefir and knits hemp sweaters? Doesn't it make more sense that the MORE children one has, the MORE LIKELY it is that she will want them OUT OF THE HOUSE for periods of time? But I digress.)
And NO, these pictures aren't actually taken at school. Do you think I am capable of packing a baby lunch, labeling the blanky, packing the diapers and spare clothes, AND bringing a camera?
Colette's preschool is twice a week at the local Baptist church, which is also apparently the congregation of blonde South Tulsa yummy mummies who have one or two kids and the presence of mind to bring a camera. It was terribly difficult to navigate the path to her class without getting in the way of all the "Smile, Peytons!" "Look at me, Jakies!" and "Over here, Ashleys!"
Well, I may not be much of a historian, but when she's 19 or so, she can find cached pictures of herself on this blog. Ye Gawd, the therapy.
As our daughter launches her academic career, PVT and I mark our NINTH anniversary today. 'Twas a warm, drizzly weekend in Seattle (yes, that is a terribly redundant phrase) we were married. I still remember seeing a rainbow through the sunlight and gray rain clouds on our way to the reception.
PVT has been up to his eyeballs lately in work, worry and wifely drama. But he continues to handle it all with his characteristic alacrity, and even managed to have my beloved Moonstruck Chocolates overnighted to me.
Happy NINE YEARS, PVT. I suspect we're in it for the long haul.