Monday, August 31, 2009

Happy Birthday Baylor!

Four years ago today.....or this morning...or, geeze I can't even remember when this kid was born. 24 hours of painful awful labor produced this marvelous 7lb 2oz little bundle of joy. He has grown into such a little man, smart and funny and full of energy. He was born a non-sleeper and continues to put his mother through trials of the non-sleeping kind. He has such a personality and a wonderful laugh that will bring a smile to any one's face. We love you so much Baylor Michael Speidel! Happy Birthday!!

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Baylor's BBQ Birthday-rama

The, "oh baby, I don't even know what it is but I'm going to make this crazy excited face anyways" face.
I've totally given in to the superhero thing, I knew it was coming but I just didn't know when. I have a major dislike for silly characters but Baylor has really taken an interest. Grandma got him this one. He's also a boy and I will not stifle his manly instincts to run around and pretend shoot web at people. Go Spidey go.
Baylor is in love with baby Avery. He can always make her smile. You can marry her later Baylor but don't get any "I want a sister" ideas okay?
Brody defending his cake as if his life depended on it.
This two four year olds version of flirting.
The bin o' soda. Old fashioned root beer, cream soda and strawberry soda.
DO NOT make fun of this cake. I'm almost embarrassed to show it to you, but he wanted this stinkin semi truck cake mold. I hate cake molds. Totally ridiculous. I looks like a terd on wheels. Good thing the M&M's, sprinkles and suckers made up for most of the terd-i-ness.

Well it was a few days early, but we decided to have a few friends over to have a BBQ and help Baylor celebrate his birthday (that is on Monday) Not an official birthday party but an excuse to have people over and in between screaming and breaking up brawl's, have adult conversation. Our house size limit's us to residing in the back yard and it was amazingly gorgeous and almost chilly. We had hot dogs and hamburgers and ate the terd on wheels (aka birthday cake) Apart from a few tackles (mostly initiated by a bully named Brody) the kids played great together. They left of a sugar induced high with squirt guns and bubbles, complimentary of the Wally World clearance aisle.

I will save the mushy sappy mom stuff for Monday when it's his actual birthday.

Friday, August 28, 2009

The quest for perfection

I have been searching the globe...okay, maybe not the globe but maybe the world wide web, for the perfect chocolate chip cookie. I like my chocolate chip cookies to be just slightly crunchy on the edges but chewy on the inside. I don't like super dry cookies and I don't like super chewy cookies, there has to be this perfection that is not easily acquired. I think I may have stumbled across the perfect recipe. I will share with you if you promise to bring me a plate when you make them. I don't care how far away you live....I expect hot cookies on my door step. Just kidding. They are by no means low fat but you know what? Sometimes you just need to let your hair down and your belt out.

Here you go.

Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookies
1 cup butter (no fake stuff, the real deal)
3/4 cup packed brown sugar
1/4 cup white sugar
1 small package of instant vanilla pudding mix
2 eggs
1 t. vanilla
1 t. baking soda
2 1/4 cups flour
bag of milk chocolate chips
nuts if you like nuts, but I get enough nuts at my house....

Cream butter, pudding and sugars. Add eggs one at a time then add the vanilla. Blend in baking soda and flour. Stir in chocolate chips and nuts. Bake at 350 for 8-10 minutes. Cool and devour with milk. Oh, baby.

Friday Five

Five randoms of today....

1. After nearly 48 hours of constant raining, the sun FINALLY decided to come out. Thank you sun, I needed that. Now if only I could stick my lower half in the sun while my upper half continued to clean.

2. I've tried to keep this house clean for company coming over tomorrow, but every time I turn around the toy box looks as if it just threw up, there are peanut butter hand prints on the wall and the dogs have sneaked back inside to distribute their hair accordingly. Thus is life.

3. I'm drinking a cream soda right now and I almost wish it were a beer. Kinda. Don't judge, it's been that kind of day.

4. I have fallen into a running slump. I've increased the mileage but I have absolutely no desire to make my body go run. I can however see some definition in otherwise flabby parts of my body.....that is motivation enough to keep on runnin.

5. I told a, "white lie" to Baylor about 10 minute ago. He was fighting his nap time, crying, screaming and yawning all at the same time. I told him as soon as I finished putting groceries away, I'd come get him. I finished five minutes you think he's asleep by now? I'm going to hell aren't I?

Happy Friday.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

You know you're a mom when...

1. You drink a glass of wine with your dinner of car shaped noodles and meat in a divided red plastic plate. Classy, I tell you...just classy.
2. You are slowly beginning to realize that you are being punished for all the stunts you pulled as a kid. Sorry mom.
3. You wish boogers were vegetables because it's the only one they eat.
4. Your children stick to the kitchen floor...and you laugh and hide the mop.
5. You have a secret crush on one of the wiggles or the dude from blue's clues.
6. When you shop alone you want to run up and hug the mom with the kid who is having a melt down in isle 3. It's okay, we've been there!
7. You no longer no what songs are popular on the radio, in fact you don't even know if your radio works...but you can recite every single word to silly songs with Larry.
8. In your purse you carry your wallet, cell phone, diaper, bag of cheerios and a sucker to distract in the grocery check out lane.
9. You have a play date and it takes the moms 4.5 seconds to talk about their child's bowel movements for the day.
10. Your four year old son can spell the words PARK, ICE CREAM and BED TIME simply because you try to spell them to your husband to keep them a secret.
11. You wish someone would put you in a time out...for a very long time.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Where has the time gone

Apparently my little baby boy, yes...the one pictured above, will be turning 4 on Monday. Eeek! Then he starts preschool the next week! Where has the time gone. I've been told time and time again not to blink or you'll miss half of their childhood. I'm beginning to believe those people right about now. He went from a screaming non sleeping baby to a smart blond little non sleeping four year old. Look...he even loves his brother....(insert sarcastic giggle here)
Well, at least for this photo he did. Probably because dad took and I didn't. Good job dad.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

I love this kid....

That is all I have to say about that.

Monday, August 24, 2009

How to take off your diaper, by Brody

Brody here, thought I'd take a stab at this blog thing since Baylor got to yesterday. First you must concentrate very hard on the situation at hand, which happens to be the removal of a diaper. A diaper in which I am supposed to be wearing because I cannot pee in the potty like the big boys do. My mom doesn't like it when she has to start a sentence beginning with, "where did you put your diaper?"
It often helps if you stand up, especially in a dangerous old chair that swivels.
You must make lots of grunting, groaning and pull as hard you can on the stinkin diaper. I also changed chairs for better stability, this one was much sturdier and a lot less conspicuous.
...then you have to look cute, because if you look cute then mom doesn't get as angry. Hey there mom, I'm cute.
Finally! After a few minutes of agonizing stretching, pulling, grunting and groaning, the diaper is ready to be removed and I am ready to pee on the floor. Wahoo! I plan on repeating this process numerous times until both of my parental units have resorted to using duct tape (it's been done before!) It brings me such joy and I can see it in my parents eyes that it brings them great joy too :)

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Reason #134 not to take children under the age of four to a wedding....

Hi, it's me Baylor. I've decided to take over my mom's blog for tonight because she is still trying to find calming activities in order to recover from taking my little bro (aka Captain Chaos) and I to a wedding. Don't let this cute smile fool you, I'm fairly certain they made the movie Wedding Crashers about my brother and I. Don't get me wrong, my parents love me, but my little bro and I gave them a run for their money.

Here we see an example of how not to smile at the camera. I'm not sure what his problem was, you can clearly see that my angelic brother was reading the Bible! C'mon dad, lighten up a little. What you didn't see from this photo (besides the look of death from my dad) is that five minutes before, he was chasing the little Bible reading short one in the foyer. He's a fast little dude.

This is a great place for kids, an empty closet. I think my mom was thinking of shutting us in there at one point. Obviously Brody my man found it pretty amusing.

We did get to eat a whole lot of candy for many reasons, one of them being it was the only thing that was keeping us from running away and whining. I'm slightly puzzled by this face my mother is making, her eyes look as if she has been crying. It must have been the beautiful ceremony.

Here's happy man again giving me a hug......wait, that's not a hug that's a if-you-try-and-run-away-again-i'll-deck-you hug. He does look a little happier in this photo though.
Here is the beautiful bride Lauren. The wedding was great (besides the whole misbehaving beyond belief thing) She married Tim (see photo below) Just look at his face! Pure bliss. We did get to swim in the pool at the hotel which was a major bonus, see friends and eat cake. Mmmm cake. My parents have vowed not to take us to any more weddings and/or public places for a long time. I can't seem to figure it out though, I thought it was funny when Brody ran down the isle towards the bride, I mean...who wouldn't, she's a babe. I know my parents love me very much and by removing us gently from the ceremony was a "this hurts me more than it hurts you" moment. I was personally excited to get to dance, as you have seen before, I rule the dance floor....but my parents rule with an iron fist. Brody and I will just have to wait until the next wedding....

in like ten year.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Excuse me, is there a toad in my cake?

When you live with boys you learn to expect the unexpected. For instance, the worm I found in my coffee, the tree frog that was loose in my house and the fake snake that sent me running for cover. See example numero uno. Yet another example of the wild life that secretly (or not so secretly in this case) enters my house on a daily basis. Meet baby toad Duncan. Doesn't he look sad? He's looking out the window for mommy. Hey little buddy....

Wait a second. He doesn't look so cute and sad now that he's found shelter in my cake!
That's right folks, I turn around for ten seconds and Duncan has found a new home. Not cool Duncan. Thus is life with boys.

Speaking of cake! My friend Jen is a celebrity now...she's featured on the ever so popular cake wrecks website for her knarly vine cake. Way to go Jen!

Thursday, August 20, 2009

My love affair with mowing and baking

...and not necessarily in that order, however it can be done. My goal for the day was cleaning, mowing and baking and achieving my goddess state of domesticity. I don't see Martha Stewart out mowing her yard.....

I love the stripes in the yard, makes me feel clean cut. I also managed to avoid all 36 doggie bombs in the yard.
And here we have the chocolate zucchini cake still warm......mmmmmm

Confession #1: I turned on Wall-E today so that I could sneak away and mow the lawn in peace. Can we say instant babysitter. Sad, I know. I love mowing, it gives me time to think, pray and contemplate my next escape.

Confession #2: Has been banned from baking unless it's somewhat healthy so I made a chocolate zucchini cake with whole wheat flour. It's healthy right? Right.

Here is the recipe for this amazing cake.

Chocolate Zucchini Cake
2 cups all-purpose flour
2 cups white sugar
3/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
4 eggs
1 1/2 cups vegetable oil
3 cups grated zucchini
3/4 cup chopped walnuts
1.Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease and flour a 9x13 inch baking pan.
2.In a medium bowl, stir together the flour, sugar, cocoa, baking soda, baking powder, salt and cinnamon. Add the eggs and oil, mix well. Fold in the nuts and zucchini until they are evenly distributed. Pour into the prepared pan.
3.Bake for 50 to 60 minutes in the preheated oven, until a knife inserted into the center comes out clean. Cool cake completely before frosting with your favorite frosting.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Rain drops are falling on my head

Not really. There are big enormous drops of rain falling outside though. My hair could have told you that it would rain by the looks of it this morning, for I am a human barometer. My poor bike, sitting out in the rain. Days like this make me yearn for a garage. I'm certain I will live though.

Today's lovely activities have included and will include: (just in case you were wondering)
1. An early morning wake up call (6am) from two bouncy boys who crawled up into bed and gave me the best wake up smooches. Would have preferred it a little later, but that is what coffee is for.
2. Two hours by myself strolling the wide isles of Wally World looking for random items on my shopping list. Thanks Shannon and Alivia for watching the boys!
3. Received a package from Grandma Lila that had some pretty cool stuff for the boys
4. Making sure the baby toad didn't escape during nap time
5. Making word flash cards for my little reader. He is so excited and tries to read just about everything. I hope this continues!
6. Played referee to the two boys fighting over the cool things grandma sent.
7. Wishing I would have bought some dark chocolate for myself at Wally World but got super slimming undies instead. Really. They look like sausage casing and you wear them under the dress I have to wear this weekend for a wedding. Believe me, it killed me to spend $12 on one pair of flesh covered fat sucker pants. Hope it helps.
8. Bought Baylor a backpack for his first day of preschool...YIKES!....on September 8th. I'm freaking out already.
9. Still wishing for chocolate....that's what the fat sucker undies are for right?
10. Tonight I get to cut some boys' hair (that don't belong to me) and eat some yummy hot dogs while the boys play in a basement chocked full of super cool toys.
11. Ate 1/3 of beef....and loved every second of it.
12. Fed some fish. Don't worry Phil and Kim...they're still alive.
13. Run. I need to do a long run today and it's pouring. I love running in the rain though.
14. Thought about how it sucks that Lonnie started cross country and I won't see him until June.

So there.....rainy day list.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

If this doesn't give you an instant headache...

I'm not sure what will.....

Six boys under the age of six playing together this morning. It went amazingly well and we managed to leave with smiles on our faces, no blood and no broken bones. This however does not mean I want to be fruitful and multiply right now. The best part was when we left, I got to keep two of these little angels and the rest returned to their proper owners.

I wish adults could scream like this for no reason at all at any given time. The neighbors might start to wonder.

Monday, August 17, 2009

A recipe for contentment

I rejoice greatly in the Lord that at last you have renewed your concern for me. Indeed, you have been concerned, but you had no opportunity to show it. I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through him who gives me strength. Phil 4:10-13

We all know the last part of this verse, but it's the first part of the verse that really convicted me today. I've never really read it, only skimmed it to get the the "I can do all things..." part. There are numerous times during the day when I see something, hear something, read something or dream of something that I don't have. I just need to stop with the silliness of wanting and REJOICE in the Lord for what he has given me. We have so many blessings, health, family, a roof over our head and a car to get where we want to go. Even if we didn't have those things, we still need to be content with what we have. Just think of all the time we waste wanting and lusting over things we should not and do not need. Don't get me wrong, I love to dream and look and plan what my dream bathroom would look like (claw foot bathtub, big window, fluffy towels...) but it's when we caught up in the dreaming and planning and don't focus on what we have that gets us into trouble. Whether in plenty or in want and I'm fairly certain a lot of us know what it feels like to experience both of those. So this is what I will be working on not only for the week, but for a lifetime of being content with what God has given me!

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Spidey sense

Here is our little spiderman flinging a web at you.
...and then throwing a fit because he didn't want his picture taken.

So anyhoo, I had heard stories of children that had picked their own clothes for the day and came out wearing P.J's and ballerina costumes to school. I can barely get Baylor to dress himself let alone pick out an article of clothing. Getting him to put his own pants on is like pulling teeth....all of them. There are a few things in life that Baylor hates and putting clothes on by himself...and in general, is one of them. We happened to play over at someones house that had a stellar collection of costumes from past Halloweens and Baylor asked to borrow this spider man costume. He then decided that he wanted to wear it......all day......and it was 92 degrees out. This was the first real clothing decision he has ever made and I was thrilled. Yes, thrilled. I let him wear that costume all day long, I was so proud. My little boy is growing up and making decisions on his own. Even if they involve spider web covered spandex, he is thinking for himself! I was going to let him wear it to the grocery store before dad put his foot down.

Fun hater.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Wrestle mania

Wrestle mania, Speidel style.

This is the part where Baylor sets down the ground rules of wrestle mania. He has to make sure he has his father's full attention, which means squeezing the living day lights out of his face. Got it? Sometimes I have to do that to his father as well....whatever it takes to make sure he understands who's boss. (That would be Baylor of course)
Then they double team him. Two soggy boys and one dog butt.
Next comes the karate chop in the face. My personal fave.
Then comes a fake, "oh my aching head," grab. I also use this technique when things get a little sticky on the home front. Works like a charm.
No wrestle mania is complete without a head pounce and crotch grab. I mean c' who doesn't love a good ole jab to the family jewels. Looks like we won't be having any more children anytime soon.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Happy Birthday Lonnie!

Happy birthday Lonnie!

I was going to get you cardinals tickets, but they were doing so well I thought I'd jinx it.....

...and then I thought about getting you running shoes and then remembered that you currently own more new running shoes than Michael Johnson.
Then I thought about a nice relaxing trip to a beach resort...but that wouldn't be any fun without kids to play with would it? (insert sarcasm here)

Finally, I thought about a weight set for your manly muscles...but what would you need a weight set when you have tubby here to lift? Then I thought of the perfect gift....
...but apparently you already found them.

Sorry, I couldn't resist. Gotcha!

Happy Birthday!
We love you!

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

When nature calls

Or when nature screams....IT'S RAINING! Brody was obviously annoyed (and naked of course) that he could not play outside.

Raising boys I have mentally prepared myself for the onslaught of wild animals that will find refuge in our house. I can do most animals, reptiles and bugs....except snakes. The latest addition to our family, for a day anyways, is James. Baylor names all of his animals James by the way. James is a big fat toad that he grabbed when leaving Grandma's house on Sunday. We shoved him in a sippy cup for the ride home, sorry James. Brody hasn't really warmed up enough to the idea of touching hopping squirmy things yet, but he'll come around. James found himself in a Gatorade cooler for the night and then it was straight outside. I tried threatening Baylor with the removal of mister toad if he got out of bed. It didn't work. James escaped in the yard later that day.
They are removing the second of the very old, rotting but beautiful trees in front of our house. We had a knock on the door this morning and the tree cutting lady had found a tree frog and our neighbor thought Baylor would like it. She was right. The kid was amazed and in awe of this sticky little grey frog....who he named James of course. James made it through lunch time and we made a nice home for him where we thought he couldn't escape. Thought being the key word here folks. Nothing like coming downstairs and realizing James the sticky tree frog is loose in your house. Never fear, after a panicked search he was recovered...only to be barely alive. Believe me, tree frog death bringeth big tears and drama. This kid loves his animals! As of this afternoon, after a sad tree frog funeral, we are amphibian free. I'm sure it will only be a matter of time before another animal makes it way into our house.

Like this animal.....
That's how I feel too when someone hands me TWO cookie dough filled beaters. Pure joy.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Monday's Musings

We survived the urine filled weekend in one piece. Nothing was stolen from the house and the odor from the petting zoo has subsided. We were cheap and kill joy parents and didn't even take the boys down to the rides this year. What they don't know can't hurt them. I plan on locking them in the house until they finally realize you can ride on those loud hunks of metal, which will probably be next year. In regards to the last post about our police force not doing anything about teenagers peeing in my yard and a party bus full of underage kids drinking, I know they had a busy weekend and arresting 35 yahoos probably wasn't on the top of their list. They could have had a better attitude though, whatever happened to service with a smile eh? I know you think I'm a big fun hater, but you have to trust me on this one.

My official race results came in and I was third in my age group (20-29) and ran a 25:53. I'm pretty pleased with those results, but I can do much better! I might run a few more 5K's before the big marathon relay in October. Five miles still seems like a lot to me!

I've started cleaning houses on the side to make some extra money to help out a little. Got to love college loans that your husband is paying (I LOVE YOU!) I love cleaning, especially when it's not my own house...go figure. So if you or your house need a good deep cleaning, give me a holler and I'll be over with my gloves and bucket.

The bunk beds have officially been debunked. Baylor was afraid of the top bunk and Brody was close to flinging himself over the edge when he climbed up. It's not permanent, but it will work for now. They love sleeping together right now and it has helped with staying in bed...for the most part. Sweet Baylor is going through a bit of a sensitive scared stage right now. He is taking after his mother and is extremely sensitive towards animals (or the death of) and gets freaked out by random things pretty easily. We had a pretty bad storm yesterday and I swore I saw a funnel cloud and proclaimed, "oh my gosh, is that a tornado?" Which we all know, is NOT what you say in front of a freaked out four year old. Now every time a cloud passes in front of this child, he asks if he's going to die in the tornado. Poor guy, stupid mom. He's also insisting on leaving the hallway light on (which is SOOOOOO bright) and the door cracked wide open. Will this child ever sleep? Someone give me some hope...tell me he'll sleep someday?!! I'm beginning to lose hope in ever getting a full night of sleep.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Public urination

This is always a great sight when looking out front porch....indication of the long weekend ahead.

Nope, not talking about my children this time! Talking about the three young men and one lady that decided our front and back yard (and side of the house) was meant to relieve oneself on. Let me set the scene for all of you that may be mighty confused by now.

This weekend was Sauerkraut Days, our lovely town of Lisbon's annual town festival. Since we live on main street, the activities (loud scary rides, beer tents and fried things) are mere spitting...wait, peeing distance away. We had a petting zoo right in front of our house all day yesterday with a cow, chickens (in which Brody tried to drown, but that's another story) pony, goats, bunnies, dogs and partridge in a pear tree. The smell was overwhelming at times but the kids were stoked. So last night the rides were going (think lots of lights and loud screams) and a band was playing (think rattling glass in windows) and a huge blue bus holding 35 clearly underage teens....drinking. The pulled the party bus of illegalness right in front of our house and the hooligans promptly stumbled out on to the pavement holding red plastic beer cups. I took my post (on the porch, lurking in the shadows) and watched to see who would do something stupid first. It didn't take long before I saw a young punk with beads around his neck come out from behind the side of my house.
"Can I help you?"
"Uh, uh no...uh, I was just trying to find my buddy who went over here?"
" No you weren't, you were peeing on my house..."
"wha? No...NO NO, I was...uh...."
"Dude, get out of here...."

Clearly frightened by my stern voice and stunned by my dashing good looks, the punk fled the scene...back to the party bus to take part in more stupidity. I sat back down in my chair and by this time my blood pressure was rising, I was ready to get the dart gun. Another young man walked on to our grass, looked left, looked right and proceeded to unzip his pants. I stood up and plastered my face up against the screen and coughed. He saw me as I was shaking my head in disgust. One would think my scary face plastered up against a screen would be enough to frighten or maybe the fact that we was about to make water in the presence of a lady? No way. He took a step to the left and started peeing. That did it. I ran out on the sidewalk and yelled, "STOP PEEING IN MY YARD!!!" (all of this while another guy emerged from the shadows of our house zipping up his pants) We were surrounded by public urinators and I was not about to stand for it. A couple of guys came up to me and asked what was wrong. Well, first of all you are far too young to be drinking, secondly there are three port of potties over there (pointing about 20 feet away) and thirdly, MY YARD IS NOT A BATHROOM. Please get back on your bus and go home. Then a very drunk girl knocks on our door and begins say, "Excuse me, this may be weird..." I interrupt..." No way are you using my bathroom...there is a port O potty right there!"
Lonnie had already called the cops and they had pulled up behind the bus just in time for the girl...yes, girl to finish relieving herself in the middle of the street. I'm not kidding. They all stumbled back on their bus and drove off. One might think that the police would jump on a chance to arrest 35 minors with possession of alcohol, but that was not the case. We ended the evening with high blood pressure, Lonnie hiding in the shadows with a garden hose and the law enforcement saying, "What do you want us to do about it?"

The end.

Next year I'm getting an extension cord, stripping some of the wires back and laying in the yard so when they pee, they get more than a little shock.

Did I mention how much I despise this weekend?

Saturday, August 8, 2009

I did it.

Well, I'm still alive after my first 5k in six years. I went out waaaaaaay too fast in the beginning and ran my first mile in around 7:45 and then regretted making that hasty decision in the end. I ran around 25 minutes, which for me isn't too bad, I'd like to have done better, but I'm only getting started. I was around the top of the ladies finishers in my age group. I have TON of work to do before the marathon relay in October. Lonnie and the boys rode around in the bike trailer and cheered me on and gave me splits (what a good coach!) My mom ran too, she kicked butt! Way to go mom!! I'm going to rest now, I always get a migraine after a big run...blech.