Spy Games

Last night before bed, John-Paul and Andrew asked to play "Spy". "Sure, go ahead," I told them, and then they asked "But how do you play?"

Good gracious, I'm a girl, how do I know? So I called in the big guns, aka, Phil.

Before I knew it they were all commando crawling around the floor, sneaking up against the walls, doing dazzling run-and-roll combinations to keep out of sight.

John-Paul and Andrew disappeared for a few minutes, and next thing I saw these spies running by:





I just love it when Phil gets to play all boyish with the kids. He has a much better imagination than I do when it comes to that stuff, and I really appreciate that about him. I, on the other hand, can't wait to do girly games with Maggie, braid her hair (if it ever grows in!) and have tea parties with princesses! Lord have mercy!!

No Fun

John-Paul and Andrew (mostly Andrew) have been complaining that we don't do anything fun. What?!?!? Here's a look at our last week:

Friday - Go to the zoo
Saturday - Go to beach and have friends over
Sunday - Go to Chuckie Cheese (it was a rainy day)
Monday - Go to the zoo and see the Toe Jam Puppet Band (great kid's music!)
Tuesday - Go to Beach
Wednesday - Play at cousins house and then go in sprinkler at home
Thursday - Go to Camp to play with their school friends

Maybe we're doing too many fun things so that we have raised their expectations. Now as soon as they wake up, they want to know what the plan is for the day, what they are going to eat, where we are going to go. It's driving me crazy!! Is this a typical stage that kids go through, or are mine just harder than your average kiddo?

While we're speaking of no fun...our fridge is still not working properly! We are lucky enough to have a freezer that is running at about the same temp as a normal fridge, so we can keep a few items on hand. I know I will never take my fridge for granted again!!

Fridge on the Fritz

So our fridge is not working properly.

The fridge temp is 60 degrees, and the freezer is 20 degrees. Which means that the food in our fridge has spoiled and our freezer has now become a sort of temporary fridge for our milk.

My awesome landlord (aka Dad) is coming over today with a repairman to see what they can do. Hopefully we won't have to buy a new fridge, I'll keep ya posted!

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall...

Who's the FATTEST of them all?

This is one of my pet peeves; how different mirrors can make you look better or worse (aka skinnier or fatter).

Case in point: When I go to my gym to workout, I usually feel pretty good about myself as I catch a glimpse in the mirror while I'm lifting weights or as I walk from the treadmill to the Nautilus equipment. I seem to look leaner, tanner, and that makes me feel good.

Then I get home, and I see my reflection in my bathroom mirror, and think of how much more I should've worked out, or how this sags, or that could look better. And I wonder, is it just the lighting that is different? Is it all in my head? Do I just feel better about my image while I am working out than when I am back home?

But I think the answer is that the mirrors are all slightly skewed. I remember a friend who used to work at this J Crew outlet tell me that the mirrors in the dressing room make you look taller, leaner, etc. so that you are more likely to buy the clothes. Then you get home, and say "What was I thinking when I bought this itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini?"

Hmmmm, all I know is that I'm gonna believe that the mirrors at the gym and the one in my bedroom are showing me the real reflection of myself, and all those other mirrors that make me feel worse are not true images at all. Yeah, that makes me feel better, a little!

And this little ditty is soooo true:

If anybody's still interested

I had an appointment with the Ob/Gyn yesterday about my ovarian cyst, and basically they start to get worried when the cyst is over 5 cm and mine measures at around 3 cm. So they're gonna give me another ultrasound in about 6 weeks to see if it has grown or remained the same, or hopefully shrinks on its own. Seems as though there's not much to be concerned about until we know better what's going on.
He was very thorough and asked a bunch or questions, including "Do you have any trouble getting pregnant?" I had to laugh at that one and say, "Nope, we have trouble NOT getting pregnant!" C'mon, 4 kids in 5 years, sometimes I feel like this lady:

I've trained them well

While I sat around eating bon-bons, John-Paul cooked dinner and Andrew and Eamon vaccumed my bedroom. Ah, if only!