Thursday, April 23, 2015

Too Much Quality Time... Send Help!

Living with three-year-old twins in a city where you really don't know anyone else means that there is a lot of time spent together, just the three of us. It is always interesting or frustrating or fun or all three rolled into one experience. They definitely keep me entertained while constantly on the edge of pulling out all of my hair.
That isn't necessarily a bad thing since I am in desperate need for a haircut.

Anyway, the things that we discuss on a daily basis can easily range from what they want to eat for lunch (which Easton will happily describe what he wants four or five times in a row until I tell him to stop) or they will want to know why people (and Maysee) go to live with Jesus.
For example, Blake took Easton to the natural science museum while I took Samantha shopping last weekend. 
He only talked about the dead (stuffed) khola bear on display for days after.
Why would Blake tell him that all of the animals at the museum were dead?! 
Probably because he gets to escape (go to work) on Mondays. Lucky bastard.
You could get whiplash just from the subjects they bounce back and forth from

I wanted to take a moment to share a few specific tidbits of what I experience regularly.


Easton pointed out a small dog this week on the television asking, "What is that?"
Me, "A chihuahua."
Easton, "Oh, a chiblahblah."

You'd better believe that Blake and I prompted him to keep saying it until he caught on that he was saying it wrong and we were only asking for our own enjoyment.

Obviously I had to get it on camera


I take the kids to the library every week to pick out a few books and a DVD each. They are so pumped about the DVD that they rarely give much thought to the books that they pick out.

Last week Easton grabbed a book about a kid who lives at her mum's house some days and at her dad's house on the other days.
As you might have guessed, it was a book about divorce.

Samantha picked up a book about a little girl who was having to visit her daddy who was in prison. 

Needless to say, I was a little worried about Blake's reaction to the kids' book choices when he read them that evening before bedtime. I should have been more concerned about the kids' reaction to the stories. 
They keep asking when Blake is leaving for prison. 

 Samantha and Easton with their respective books


Samantha and I went shopping last weekend and on the way home we stopped by a little shop that I had been wanting to go into. 
I hadn't before because who wants to take two kids and their husband into a small space to shop in peace?
Samantha was my best bet.

We ended up picking out a couple of eye masks for Samantha and Easton to don on our next flight back to the States. 

Of course, they are the newest things and, therefore, the coolest things.

That night as Blake was turning out the light, Easton leaned over his bed, said "goodnight" to Samantha, and settled into his bed... But not before pulling on his panda bear eye mask, which he has worn for both naptime and bedtime for the past week.  

Adorable and slightly creepy all at the same time


Are these things as funny as I think they are? 
These little things that I think are so hilarious that I type them out and send them into the unknown worlds on the Internet... If I didn't think that they were of worth I wouldn't put them on here to have to read later or to share with Samantha and Easton when they are older. 
But what do I know?
I spend all day, everyday with two laser-gun-loving, princess-dress-wearing kids.

I might be losing my mind...
Send help!

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Weekend Trip to Healesville

Over Easter weekend Blake and I decided to escape the city for a few days with the kids. We rented a car, called up for a small cottage, and headed out for the long Easter weekend in the town of Healesville in Yarra Valley.

We saw a ton of kangaroos!
Every morning at dawn and each evening at dusk they would bound out of the woods to graze in the grass in front of our cottage. They were so fun, but after watching them fight with each other, we decided that it would not be fun to have a run-in with one of them. 

On the Saturday before Easter we ventured to the "Hedgend Maze" where they had a huge maze made of actual hedges, which is simply unheard of to Blake and myself with an exception of what we had seen on Harry Potter.
I am sure that there wasn't a single person there who enjoyed me popping around leafy corners pointing and shooting at them with my invisible wand. Why can't people get into the spirit? I mean, really?

On Sunday, we awoke to a slight fog and the blessing that Christ had indeed died and risen for our sins. We stretched, ate a quick breakfast of hot cross buns - an Australian tradition - , and gathered into the car. We went to the Yarra Valley Chocolaterie, which was so appropriate to visit on Easter Sunday because it was the absolute definition of Heaven on Earth.

Is that blasphemous to say?

The grounds of the chocolaterie were gorgeous, surrounded by fields growing perfectly placed rows of grapevines and well-groomed horses grazing lazily amongst the mountains and valleys. The store itself was full of chocolate concoctions of all sorts, chocolate teas, chocolate syrups, chocolate lotions... chocolate, chocolate, chocolate.
Hosted by the chocolaterie, the kids ran through a field, searching under buckets to secure the hope of a perfect, delicate milk chocolate egg. Then, to celebrate the success of their hunt, we all shared hot chocolate that is exactly what I imagined it would taste like on The Polar Express on Christmas Eve. 

I think it is safe to say that Samantha and Easton were on one giant sugar high the whole weekend.
 Cotton candy, anyone?

On Monday, we loaded up the car full of all kinds of goodies that I would obviously have gathered, like a squirrel preparing for winter... I mean, it had been over two months without a vehicle to transport things to and from our home. We were definitely taking advantage of the trunk space.

They weren't kidding!
Watch out for kangaroos!!

Soon we were back outside of our apartment building unloading the cases of Coca-Cola, laundry detergent, giant boxes of Fruit Loops, and bottles upon bottles of wine.
Yarra Valley is known for its beautiful wines so, of course, we had to take advantage.

It was a fabulous, relaxing weekend.
We can't wait to go back!
 And just for good measure... A final picture of a kangaroo (or two).

Monday, April 6, 2015

A Dear John Letter to My Temporary Furniture

Dear Temporary Furniture,

This has been a long time coming, and I guess that I must have known from the first time that we met that we would not last for forever.

I mean, don't get me wrong, you are lovely in your own way and there are so many others out there that might not mind a little wear and tacky coloring. (Like college students... You'd be perfect in a fraternity house!) I am, however, in love with another color scheme and a completely different kind of style. You have sharp edges, unflattering lines, and are made up of polyester blends. I am more attracted to dark mahogany, smooth curves, and crisp linen or a simple basket-weave pattern.

Additionally, I have noticed lately that you have not been taking care of yourself... That tear on the back of the couch cushion was not there when we first got together, and I am a little concerned that your quality just is not up to par with what my family needs to live comfortably. You can not possibly expect us to tiptoe around your delicacies just because you do not hold yourself to the highest standards. Double stitching is really the only way to go nowadays.

Privately, I have been dreaming about snuggling in another bed with other sheets and another comforter. You are not there in those dreams, and I am happier, much happier. My pillow is fluffier (and not crunchy) and feeling the support and care of another is simply thrilling. You just do not cut it in the bedroom any longer. I have needs, you know!

I must confess that I have been using you for the past two months. You were there and available when I needed the comforts of home. I did not have another option then, but now that something better is waiting on the horizon, you must leave. I need to make room for something better, and that better something is not you. I need you to be gone by Thursday.

I am sorry that it has had to end this way.  It's not you, it's me...? I just need some space...? I'm not at a place in my life where I can commit...? Who am I kidding, I hate you.


PS I'm keeping the TV, the DVD player, and the toaster. Bye, Felicia.