Just a Few Things:

St. Leila Ali

I'd like to start off by saying, It's hot, humid and I want to waddle my large self into a walk-in freezer and sit there until cooler days present themselves. Also, I have a few more things I'd like to mention before September turns into October and I forget what I've been up to (My mind has been really hazy and I'm forgetting everything lately: Pregnutz Brain). 

#1. After the death of dear Leiler, and our cat Gypsy ran away to the neighbors because the neighbors fed him tuna and he was sick of us forgetting to feed him and let him in the house in a timely manner, we've been lacking the presence of furry friends....until now that is. A new little creature has moved into our living quarters;  particularly, our kitchen.  We don't know much about him, besides the fact that he likes tortilla chips. Strange thing, most mice (he's a mouse) will eat more appetizing snippets (I gather from the movie Ratatouille), but this mouse has forsaken the half-eaten Oreo cookie behind the stove in exchange for the tortilla chips stored away in clipped and secure bags on top of the fridge. He has nibbled through each bag in the last two days and it wouldn't be far fetched to assume if I left the fridge open, he would help himself to the salsa. He reminds me of a mouse I was quite fond of in my younger days...maybe you remember him? 

Anyway, I promptly sought the advice from my closest confidants on what to do about the untimely arrival of our new little fury friend. I was to tired to do anything about him the first night I heard him rummaging around in the kitchen, (I would let him stay out of sheer exhaustion and having no mental energy to figure out a plan to get him to leave, but I feel the social pressure to eradicate him for fear of accusations of slum-like living). Anyway, the following night, my son saw him scurry across the kitchen, so I figured I'd at least bring my exhausted self to pick up the phone and figure out a plan...a few days later (I was in no rush, mice don't scare me. Now if he was a rat...different story) I picked up a few traps at the grocery store. Now here's where I know I am a pregnutz hormonal crazy: I'm starting to get sad that I'm going to do away with the little guy. The poor blind little rascal, just trying to survive, bothering no one in particular I suppose. He has done no harm, aside from the fact that he totally killed my afternoon treat of chips and salsa after I realized that he found his way inside my bag of chips. So I shed a few tears and had the Hub set the traps. We will see how it goes. Knowing my beast, Spartcus (son #3) he will probably retrieve the mouse from the trap  before anyone wakes up and keep him as a pet.


#2 My spawn are all propelling the Husband and me in various directions with sports practice and games every week... every Saturday... pretty much everyday. I have officially turned in to the obnoxious mother who screams louder than the coach while watching my daughter kick balls on the field. She's way better than I ever was in dance and soccer (yes, I admit, I am vicariously living through the kid). She's got an admirable drive and talent too. I am obsessed. I don't mean to brag (just kidding, I do) but this is her first year  playing soccer and at her first game last Saturday, she scored 4 out of the 7 goals that lead her team to win (blushing now. Yes, I'm that mom. Don't hate). Spartacus and Tator-head have decided to try out a more violent sport: hockey. It's pretty entertaining. The pair is dedicated and it makes me smile.





The Razzle-dazzle is still sticking with Football and the classics (baseball & basketball). Every time I talk to him, he sounds like the young bucks on ESPN answering questions from the sportscasters. Dad does a good job standing back and enjoying watching the kid play. I try to keep my mouth shut during the game and encourage him on the ride home. He's been playing Quarter-Back, and doing quite well. This kid's got it together, so no obnoxious screaming and pushing from me. 

My tator-head (son #2) has always been his own person, following no one's lead but his own. He has recently reinvented his style with a throw-back fade (courtesy of mom: there's no way in H-E-double Hockey sticks you'll catch me spending $10 a kid twice a month for the beasts to trim their fuzz). So I set him up with what he requested. It didn't turn out so bad and he now bears a striking resemblance to Kidd and Play (see below)

My lovely ladies just had another photo shoot at their 25 week scan. Aisley (baby B) is quite the active one and wouldn't give us a decent peek of sis. She was doing acrobatics and throwing both feet over her head in Yoga-like poses. When the technician finally prodded her out of the way, we got a glimpse of little Adeline, who was stroking her little sis's head in a gentle manner. Cute stuff. I'm so excited to meet them. They both resemble little Filipino teddy bears right now. The Husband has some very over powering physical traits I suppose. 

They've really got a strong hold on my appetite lately too. The doc says I'm getting too fat and the girls need more fluids and forced me to give up coffee stating, "Quit drinking so much God-damn coffee!" whoa. She means business. I guess my over-consumption of coffee may be contributing to the decrease in fluids in the girls' lofts. I still treat myself on Fridays...and sometimes Thursdays, but  the girls and I have been treating ourselves to hefty doses of chocolate in exchange. *I think it's bull-snap that my sister had all kinds of teratogens and toxins while little Bernice was in utero and she turned out the cutest, healthiest, happiest baby in the world! 

Now my doc is depriving me of all sorts of pleasures: running, coffee, wine, and the like! Sheesh, this human growing business is no joke. Anyway, I've been feeling sorry for myself and I know the girls' health is more important than my Epicurean affairs so I've been nixing the toxic stuff but still allowing myself a bar or two of chocolate each day to avoid going more insane; and, there's no way I'm going to show partiality to these girls either; How unfair to start favoring one over the other in utero, so of course I give them each their own chocolate bar too. This habit has contributed to my ever-growing back side, dimples on the thighs, and beautiful stripes on the epidermis of my baby loft. Whatever, I'll run it off when they get here. For now, can someone pass the cake?!?

#3 School has been AWESOME! I have an amazing class this year, fantastic parents, and an enjoyable classroom (with A.C.!) I cannot wait for fall!!! September 23 can not get here soon enough. Fall is my favorite season and Pinterest has been driving me nuts with all the festive pins popping up. 

 I leave you with a few of my favorite fall memories; a look back in my favorite time of year...