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Paper Mache Maracas…FAIL

Ok, the third, and hopefully the last, fail post (for a very long time) of the week... Christmas break and, once again, my girls were bored.  What can we do with things I have lying around the house?  (Insert--me: search, girls: "no", me: search, girls: "no", me: search, girls: "no", finally...)  "How about paper mache maracas?"  "YES!!" Before I go on...I am not going to tell you how to make the maracas in this post.  I'll save that for when we can re-make them and they turn out...now let's continue... I knew we had flour, water and newspaper in the house, and I thought for sure we had some left over water balloons lying around.  After looking all over the place, I could NOT find the balloons.  I've got my girls all psyched up for these maracas and now we can't make them...what to do...?  Hmmm...how about a sandwich bag?  I'll just blow air into it, twist the top so the air can't get out, and tie it off with a twisty tie...  Good idea, in theory (mistake #1). My girls had … [Read more...]

Year Of The Paper Christmas Tree–Christmas Mishap

1983, the "Year Of The Paper Christmas Tree" is a Christmas I will treasure for the rest of my life.  It is both one of the saddest and funniest Christmases I have experienced (so far). It started a few weeks before Christmas when we went to pick out our "fresh cut" Christmas tree.  It was perfect!  In the weeks leading up to Christmas our perfect tree began to lose some needles, but what real tree doesn't lose a few needles-right? Christmas Eve brought a terrible snow storm and some of the coldest temps on record.  It also brought a sound, then a site, that horrified my mom... She awoke to what she thought was the sound of running water.  She followed the sound into the living room where she witnessed what she calls "a shower of pine needles".  Almost every needle was falling off our Christmas tree in one big cascade.  She had never seen anything like it before. My sister and I woke shortly after my mom and freaked out when we saw what was left of our beautiful … [Read more...]

10 Things we’ve learned as pediatric critical care nurses

If you've been reading our blog you know that Lindsi and I met at a Children's Hospital where we were both nurses. Lindsi worked there for 5 years, 4 of which were in the critical care units. She is now a stay-at-home mom. Jamie continues to work there in the pediatric intensive care unit, and has been in critical care for 11 years. The biggest thing we have learned during our years is that if you don't have a little bit of humor, you will not survive pediatric critical care nursing. It's a difficult job some days, but one that neither of us regret doing! Without further ado, here is our (humorous) take on 10 (serious) things we've learned while working as pediatric critical care nurses. 1) Peanuts, peas, grapes, and popcorn can cause your child to choke. In fact, any food can cause your child to choke. It's probably best just to put a feeding tube in your child's stomach and not give them anything by mouth. 2) Along those same lines as above, young children like to put … [Read more...]

Moms never get sick days

I was thinking to myself, as I wallowed in my own pity, that moms never get sick days.  When I say moms, I mean moms, Mr. moms, nannies, etc.  My darling daughter shared her cough with me this past week, and for some reason I got a hefty dose of blech with it!  Coughing up a storm, low grade fever and a totally hot and sexy raspy voice to boot.  Now, I'm not complaining because I know I have the best job in the world, but how come when I get sick the world keeps moving (and sometimes even faster than before)?  How come when my husband is sick the world seems to halt for him? (photo from Sun Dazed) Moms never get sick days!  Why is that?  Where in the job description does it say "PTO not available?"  If I could create a job description for moms, Mr moms and nannies it would say: I am the CEO of a family, a full time maid, chef, personal assistant, nanny, gardener, nurse, vegetable pusher, taxi cab driver, teacher, interior designer, personal shopper, milk maker, book keeper, … [Read more...]

Friends You Love Bestie Photo Contest

What's so special about this picture of me and Lindsi?   Well, it's one of only four photos we have together! In the almost seven years we've known each other, we've only gotten FOUR photos together (one of which is our header photo).  We have multiple photos of each other, our kids together, and each other with our kids, but only four photos together.  Why?  We have no clue.  It's just the way life has gone so far but we're working on making a change. There's also something more behind the photo above.  It reminds us that we are not just moms, we are women.  It was taken after our second (well, my second and Lindsi's second/third) were born.  It was the first time we had gone out on the town without the hubbies and kids since we were pregnant with our firsts. We went to dinner, had drinks, got tipsy, were hit on my a couple younger guys (talk about a confidence boost!), and took a cab to a shop downtown that we normally wouldn't walk into sober (not gonna say … [Read more...]

Hairballs in the shower (I’m going bald!)

*Warning--some people may find this post gross, others may find it funny, most people will completely relate!* Admit it, we all have (or have had) them, and at one point in time we've looked at them and swore we were going bald!  We're talking about hairballs in the shower. You can't be a woman, long haired man, or parent of a girl (or long haired boy) without having hair clumps somewhere in in the vicinity of where you wash your hair. Some people lose their hair without much notice. They go to clean their shower and find strands clogging up holes in the drain. No biggie, you simply pick up the glob and throw it away. If you are one of those people, you might not relate to this post. You, are lucky. (photo by SCA Svenska CellulosaAktiebolaget) If you are anything like me, your hair falls out in your hands as you wash it. You'll go to pick up the conditioner or body wash and your fingers are webbed in lovely locks. At that point in time, you roll your hands together until … [Read more...]