I often find myself thinking that Eric and I are two of the most unlucky people in the world. Then I realize, that individually- before we met, we truly might have been.
Together, we are probably some of the luckiest people out there!
The truth is, I'm learning that it is all in your attitude. Sure, some crappy things happened to us growing up but when I think about it, who doesn't have crappy things happen to them? A lot of those things I either brought upon myself or I chose to be a negative nancy about it and made it out to be worse than it really was.
When Eric & I first met, we did a lot of stupid things like spend our entire paycheck on booze and fast food before the weekend was even over, or park ilegally because we were too lazy to take the time to find a real spot. Granted, those times were some seriously fun and carefree times...we also had some serious consequences. You know, like not being able to pay rent or bills or even have bus money for that matter, getting over $3000 worth of parking tickets or getting woken up in the middle of the night to the sound of a tow truck...the list goes on. We always felt like these things were happening TO us, not as if we had done them to ourselves.
I remember one morning we were trying to figure out how to get to work (all money had been blown and there was no gas in the car and no money for a bus) when finally we just realized, we're idiots.
Well, the good news is! we finally realized that we were idiots.
And we started making some changes. Since then, we have made tremendous progress. We've had some set backs but we've managed to get through it.
We have been blessed with such a great love that I know we can conquer anything that comes our way as long as we are together.
One of our biggest conquests has been money matters. We are truly retarded when it comes to handling our finances. Eric wants to be able to go out to lunch with the guys at work, and I want, well everything...and Tristan needs, well everything and the bills...well, those are just in the way. Even though Eric's hours are probably the worst work hours on the planet, we're lucky that he has a good job and has the opportunity to work so much overtime, or else we would have been flat broke a long time ago.
Anyways. The point of all of this is to share with all of you, that we have finally learned the secret to life. At least, thats how it feels anyway.
We went to our Bishop for help with finances and he agreed to teach us what he knows. The first thing he did was hand us Dave Ramsey's, TOTAL MONEY MAKEOVER. It is our very own copy to keep :) ( I know my sister is going to be so excited when she reads this) We have started reading together and I swear to you, I am obsessed. I made an account with Mint.com and we've been living on what some people call, a "Budget" for about a month now and I just can't stop obsessing. I suffer from a bit of OCD. Which in this case, might just be the best case of OCD that ever happened to us.
I have this image in my head. It looks something like this:
It is a warm sunny day (so maybe...the setting is not Washington? Cross your fingers that it's not) and Eric is dressed nicely and so are our children. They have no sticky fingers or fingers up their noses, and even I managed to apply a little bit of mascara for the day. We are holding hands and laughing as we pick out the countertops and paint, and even carpet to our new home. And Eric even agrees that I should get an entire room for my clothes.
This is the image I have in my head when I am tempted to roll through the Starbucks drive thru for the 2nd time that day...or when I see an awesome deal at Target. Must stay focused.
Wish us luck! :)
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
"Tough times never last, but tough people do"
I had planned to blog about our AMAZING weekend on Sunday evening, but certain events prevented me from even thinking about a blog, or computer, or anything other than my own family and our safety.
Saturday, Eric & I were able to go to the Temple to do baptism's; a first for both of us. It was truly one of the greatest experiences. We decided to continue our tradition of celebrating baptism's with Red Robin shakes and fries afterwards. Once we got home, the 3 of us passed out together. We were physically and emotionally drained, but in a good way! We all slept like babies.
Sunday, we celebrated Father's Day with a BBQ and Rootbeer floats and watched a hilarious movie (Just Go With It) with JayC and her kids. It was a truly enjoyable day (and weekend). I loved watching the kids crack up at all the funny parts, and it was just nice to have a relaxing day at home with family.
After the movie, Eric offered to take JayC & her kids home, so I could rest. (I swear, he did more chores on Father's Day than I did--and I somehow managed to get him to do the cooking?)
While he was gone, I noticed that he had forgotten the cell phone, but wasn't too worried about it. I was catching up on my facebook and blog stalking and wondering what Eric was planning to cook for breakfast for his first week of FHM when I heard the car pull into the driveway. You know when you live with people, and you can tell exactly what they must be doing just by the certain noises they're making from the kitchen? Well I've lived with Eric for almost 3 years now and I can tell by his footsteps what kind of mood he's in; so the moment the car pulled into the driveway I could feel that something was wrong. And it was. The first thing Eric mumbled to me when he came through the door was to call the police, but in his frenzy he grabbed the phone from me and dialed them himself without answering any of my questions. All he had said while he was dialing was that someone had tried to rob him. Of course, the first thing I do is check to see what damage had been done to the car, but there was nothing. So I sat there and listened to the story unravel as he told the police exactly what had happened:
He had successfully driven his sister and her kids home and was returning home via a shortcut route that we each take at least several times a week, with our kid(s) in the car. I often drive this route in the evening while it is dark out with Tristan fast asleep in the backseat of the car. From a glance, it looks like I am driving alone. You would never know that there is a baby in the back unless you opened the door. Thankfully (or not thankfully, I can't make up my mind) Eric was actually alone. He was stopped at a 3 way stop when someone approached the vehicle and tapped on the window. When Eric looked, he was staring down the barrel of a gun and a young man no older, or bigger than himself. He was instructed to roll down the window and give up his wallet. Eric did as he was told, and while still pointing the gun, the man rifled through Eric's wallet only to find no cash. He threw the wallet on the ground, took a punch to Eric's face and ran off.
As lucky as we were to not have the actual wallet taken (debit card, ID, social security card,etc were all in the wallet) and of course for Eric's life to be spared, it was a very rattling experience for us. We went over various what-if scenario's of how it could have been worse but in the end, it all comes down to a random act of violence that couldn't have been prevented by us at all. This kind of act makes you doubt your security, and that is something that is not easily replaceable.
When we first moved in this house, I had some issues adjusting to being alone in a house while Eric was at work. I spent the first month hiding under the covers with the monitor up to my ear, calling Eric repeatedly throughout the night. Eric often had to send a police car to drive by the house to check on me. Not one of my finer moments in life. I had finally started to feel more comfortable in the house and gradually found myself busy enough to forget my fears. There are still some nights I turn in early to hide under the covers but hey, we can't all be perfect! Having dogs in the home can be a benefit for some people's security but I fear that my dogs may be retarded. Sometimes when people knock on the door, Chloe hears the echo on the back wall and she ends up barking at a wall... :/ And the only time I have ever heard Reese bark was at a black woman operating a parking garage ( so. embarassing.)
I thought that this incident would set me back, but we agreed that we would not let this stranger win. We said our prayers, Eric planned his FHM lesson, and we went to bed. And in the morning, we ate pancakes :)
Saturday, Eric & I were able to go to the Temple to do baptism's; a first for both of us. It was truly one of the greatest experiences. We decided to continue our tradition of celebrating baptism's with Red Robin shakes and fries afterwards. Once we got home, the 3 of us passed out together. We were physically and emotionally drained, but in a good way! We all slept like babies.
Sunday, we celebrated Father's Day with a BBQ and Rootbeer floats and watched a hilarious movie (Just Go With It) with JayC and her kids. It was a truly enjoyable day (and weekend). I loved watching the kids crack up at all the funny parts, and it was just nice to have a relaxing day at home with family.
After the movie, Eric offered to take JayC & her kids home, so I could rest. (I swear, he did more chores on Father's Day than I did--and I somehow managed to get him to do the cooking?)
While he was gone, I noticed that he had forgotten the cell phone, but wasn't too worried about it. I was catching up on my facebook and blog stalking and wondering what Eric was planning to cook for breakfast for his first week of FHM when I heard the car pull into the driveway. You know when you live with people, and you can tell exactly what they must be doing just by the certain noises they're making from the kitchen? Well I've lived with Eric for almost 3 years now and I can tell by his footsteps what kind of mood he's in; so the moment the car pulled into the driveway I could feel that something was wrong. And it was. The first thing Eric mumbled to me when he came through the door was to call the police, but in his frenzy he grabbed the phone from me and dialed them himself without answering any of my questions. All he had said while he was dialing was that someone had tried to rob him. Of course, the first thing I do is check to see what damage had been done to the car, but there was nothing. So I sat there and listened to the story unravel as he told the police exactly what had happened:
He had successfully driven his sister and her kids home and was returning home via a shortcut route that we each take at least several times a week, with our kid(s) in the car. I often drive this route in the evening while it is dark out with Tristan fast asleep in the backseat of the car. From a glance, it looks like I am driving alone. You would never know that there is a baby in the back unless you opened the door. Thankfully (or not thankfully, I can't make up my mind) Eric was actually alone. He was stopped at a 3 way stop when someone approached the vehicle and tapped on the window. When Eric looked, he was staring down the barrel of a gun and a young man no older, or bigger than himself. He was instructed to roll down the window and give up his wallet. Eric did as he was told, and while still pointing the gun, the man rifled through Eric's wallet only to find no cash. He threw the wallet on the ground, took a punch to Eric's face and ran off.
As lucky as we were to not have the actual wallet taken (debit card, ID, social security card,etc were all in the wallet) and of course for Eric's life to be spared, it was a very rattling experience for us. We went over various what-if scenario's of how it could have been worse but in the end, it all comes down to a random act of violence that couldn't have been prevented by us at all. This kind of act makes you doubt your security, and that is something that is not easily replaceable.
When we first moved in this house, I had some issues adjusting to being alone in a house while Eric was at work. I spent the first month hiding under the covers with the monitor up to my ear, calling Eric repeatedly throughout the night. Eric often had to send a police car to drive by the house to check on me. Not one of my finer moments in life. I had finally started to feel more comfortable in the house and gradually found myself busy enough to forget my fears. There are still some nights I turn in early to hide under the covers but hey, we can't all be perfect! Having dogs in the home can be a benefit for some people's security but I fear that my dogs may be retarded. Sometimes when people knock on the door, Chloe hears the echo on the back wall and she ends up barking at a wall... :/ And the only time I have ever heard Reese bark was at a black woman operating a parking garage ( so. embarassing.)
I thought that this incident would set me back, but we agreed that we would not let this stranger win. We said our prayers, Eric planned his FHM lesson, and we went to bed. And in the morning, we ate pancakes :)
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| Watching the M's game together on Father's Day. Tristan really was smiling, he just likes to make weird faces when the camera flashes. Grr.. |
Monday, June 13, 2011
FHM aka Family Home Morning!
"Family Home Evenings should be scheduled once a week as a time for discussions of gospel principles, recreation, work projects, skits, songs around the piano, games, special freshments, and family prayers. Like iron links in a chain, this practice will bind a family together; in love, pride, tradition, strength, and loyalty"- Ezra Taft Benson
Today marks the first day of our FHE/FHM! We have been wanting to do this for weeks but have never actually sat down to figure out what we would do, or how, etc. We knew it would be impossible for us to actually do FHE on Monday evenings like the rest of the LDS world because of Eric's work schedule, so we're tweaking our FHE a bit, and renaming it Family Home Morning!
We started off our FHM by making breakfast together; what would normally be a cereal/toast/yogurt/bagel/grab whatever you can when you wake up type of morning is now going to be a family cooked meal. Mainly, I cooked the meal and Eric assisted me and kept Tristan out of the kitchen. On today's menu: French toast & scrambled eggs with orange juice! With such a busy body youngster, we figured the best way to do our lesson without having one of us disrupting the entire lesson by having to chase Tristan around was to contain him in the high chair with food. Worked like a charm! He was happy to be there, and we were happy to have him :)
I took charge and kicked off our new tradition by giving a lesson on family and the importance of FHE. Coming from a home that never did FHE, I have never experienced the weekly tradition but I can certainly appreciate the importance of it. I have seen how it has blessed other families and how close those families were and still are. I remember my mom trying to do some sort of family activity with us, but over time eventually gave up because Clint and I couldn't stop arguing over who got to do what. What I wouldn't give now to have my brother be forced to spend an evening with me. I realize now that although nobody feels cool riding in the backseat, if it meant that I could have an everlasting friendship with my brother, I guess I would let him ride shotgun. A quote I found during my research really stuck out to me, and I have decided it's a perfect quote for our FHM chart (coming soon!)
" We should not be discouraged if every family home evening is not ideal, it is important just to spend time together. The Lord promises that if we patiently continue to hold FHE, He will strengthen our families."
I am so glad I found that quote BEFORE I did my first lesson. I kept this quote in my mind the entire time I was planning my lesson, preparing the meal, and while giving my lesson. My lesson was a simple object lesson on the strength of families. I asked Eric to break a stick (OVER OUR KITCHEN TABLE WITH FOOD ON IT- WHAT WAS I THINKING?!) and then again after I tied a hairtie around a bundle of sticks. Each stick represented a member of the family, and the hairtie represented the strengthening influence of the Gospel...you get the idea, right?
"When we stand alone, we are not as strong as we are with our family. We are stronger when we are united as a family and strive TOGETHER to live the Gospel."
I'm excited to see what FHM has in store for our family, and even more excited to see what Eric comes up with for his first lesson next week! I can't wait till I have two little boys to teach. I've already come to terms with most likely having to tie them down to chairs to get their attention, but I'm totally cool with that. I have made a promise to myself and to my family, and also to God to stick with this and I know it will pay off if I do.
FHM is something that anyone and everyone can do, it's not just for members of the LDS church. Whether it's just you and your spouse, or you're a single parent, or you have a couch surfer living in your home- making the time to do it - even for 20 minutes- is so worth the effort!
Remember:
There aren't really any guidelines to it, except to just do it!
Today marks the first day of our FHE/FHM! We have been wanting to do this for weeks but have never actually sat down to figure out what we would do, or how, etc. We knew it would be impossible for us to actually do FHE on Monday evenings like the rest of the LDS world because of Eric's work schedule, so we're tweaking our FHE a bit, and renaming it Family Home Morning!
We started off our FHM by making breakfast together; what would normally be a cereal/toast/yogurt/bagel/grab whatever you can when you wake up type of morning is now going to be a family cooked meal. Mainly, I cooked the meal and Eric assisted me and kept Tristan out of the kitchen. On today's menu: French toast & scrambled eggs with orange juice! With such a busy body youngster, we figured the best way to do our lesson without having one of us disrupting the entire lesson by having to chase Tristan around was to contain him in the high chair with food. Worked like a charm! He was happy to be there, and we were happy to have him :)
I took charge and kicked off our new tradition by giving a lesson on family and the importance of FHE. Coming from a home that never did FHE, I have never experienced the weekly tradition but I can certainly appreciate the importance of it. I have seen how it has blessed other families and how close those families were and still are. I remember my mom trying to do some sort of family activity with us, but over time eventually gave up because Clint and I couldn't stop arguing over who got to do what. What I wouldn't give now to have my brother be forced to spend an evening with me. I realize now that although nobody feels cool riding in the backseat, if it meant that I could have an everlasting friendship with my brother, I guess I would let him ride shotgun. A quote I found during my research really stuck out to me, and I have decided it's a perfect quote for our FHM chart (coming soon!)
" We should not be discouraged if every family home evening is not ideal, it is important just to spend time together. The Lord promises that if we patiently continue to hold FHE, He will strengthen our families."
I am so glad I found that quote BEFORE I did my first lesson. I kept this quote in my mind the entire time I was planning my lesson, preparing the meal, and while giving my lesson. My lesson was a simple object lesson on the strength of families. I asked Eric to break a stick (OVER OUR KITCHEN TABLE WITH FOOD ON IT- WHAT WAS I THINKING?!) and then again after I tied a hairtie around a bundle of sticks. Each stick represented a member of the family, and the hairtie represented the strengthening influence of the Gospel...you get the idea, right?
"When we stand alone, we are not as strong as we are with our family. We are stronger when we are united as a family and strive TOGETHER to live the Gospel."
I'm excited to see what FHM has in store for our family, and even more excited to see what Eric comes up with for his first lesson next week! I can't wait till I have two little boys to teach. I've already come to terms with most likely having to tie them down to chairs to get their attention, but I'm totally cool with that. I have made a promise to myself and to my family, and also to God to stick with this and I know it will pay off if I do.
FHM is something that anyone and everyone can do, it's not just for members of the LDS church. Whether it's just you and your spouse, or you're a single parent, or you have a couch surfer living in your home- making the time to do it - even for 20 minutes- is so worth the effort!
Remember:
There aren't really any guidelines to it, except to just do it!
Monday, June 6, 2011
I heart Vitamin D :)
All of my complaining finally paid off!!
God sent me some sunshine!! Unfortunately, I still don't have a tan but I did get a decent amount of Vitamin D in my body so at least I was tolerable to be around if you wore sunglasses.
In our family, we are nocturnal. My husband's work schedule has effected us all and we have somehow managed to train our 1 year old to sleep in until 930..ish. Sometimes, he tries to wake up at 7 and we just laugh at him. Silly baby, you have recovering party animals for parents, what are you thinking?! Back in the day when we were fun we worked a 1pm-10ishpm shift everyday and we barely made it to work on time. Speaking of which, we are always late...to everything.
Another thing you might need to know, is that I am a slave driver. I hate to be idle, and I hate letting a whole day go to waste without making progress on some kind of organizing project I have planned. Usually Mr. Thompson does not appreciate my zealousness (is that a word?) but for some reason he told me he was setting the alarm for 8am because 'he had a lot of things he wanted to get done'*. Amazing.
*(This is the benefit of dating-and eventually marrying- a guy who moves out straight from his parents house to yours...you get to train them to be the way you want them to be! It's fantastic. Every woman should learn from my experience.)
The other amazing thing that happened was that I got to go to a Relief Society activity...by myself! I got to leave the house, without the baby for more than 10 minutes! It was amazing. The Relief Society was putting on some kind of Relaxation Retreat so I was completely down to join in. Relaxation + Vitamin D = a whole new me! That is, until I came home to find that the husband had somehow managed to make a bigger mess in the 3 hours that I was gone, than when I had left. SIGH. Such is life.
Sunday after church, we got to leave the ghetto a.k.a Renton and head out to a prettier ghetto- Lincoln Park in West Seattle to have a little BBQ with some new friends we have made through the church. We really like new friends. It's great to have friends that we can hang out with and not have to worry about whether we're going to die of thirst or not. You never know, some of our friends may have wired their faucets with beer by now.
I also have no pictures to prove that we have friends or sunshine over here in Renton because some certain toddlers think it's funny to take my camera and hide it in the toy bins.
God sent me some sunshine!! Unfortunately, I still don't have a tan but I did get a decent amount of Vitamin D in my body so at least I was tolerable to be around if you wore sunglasses.
In our family, we are nocturnal. My husband's work schedule has effected us all and we have somehow managed to train our 1 year old to sleep in until 930..ish. Sometimes, he tries to wake up at 7 and we just laugh at him. Silly baby, you have recovering party animals for parents, what are you thinking?! Back in the day when we were fun we worked a 1pm-10ishpm shift everyday and we barely made it to work on time. Speaking of which, we are always late...to everything.
Another thing you might need to know, is that I am a slave driver. I hate to be idle, and I hate letting a whole day go to waste without making progress on some kind of organizing project I have planned. Usually Mr. Thompson does not appreciate my zealousness (is that a word?) but for some reason he told me he was setting the alarm for 8am because 'he had a lot of things he wanted to get done'*. Amazing.
*(This is the benefit of dating-and eventually marrying- a guy who moves out straight from his parents house to yours...you get to train them to be the way you want them to be! It's fantastic. Every woman should learn from my experience.)
The other amazing thing that happened was that I got to go to a Relief Society activity...by myself! I got to leave the house, without the baby for more than 10 minutes! It was amazing. The Relief Society was putting on some kind of Relaxation Retreat so I was completely down to join in. Relaxation + Vitamin D = a whole new me! That is, until I came home to find that the husband had somehow managed to make a bigger mess in the 3 hours that I was gone, than when I had left. SIGH. Such is life.
Sunday after church, we got to leave the ghetto a.k.a Renton and head out to a prettier ghetto- Lincoln Park in West Seattle to have a little BBQ with some new friends we have made through the church. We really like new friends. It's great to have friends that we can hang out with and not have to worry about whether we're going to die of thirst or not. You never know, some of our friends may have wired their faucets with beer by now.
I also have no pictures to prove that we have friends or sunshine over here in Renton because some certain toddlers think it's funny to take my camera and hide it in the toy bins.
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| The culprits. |
Friday, June 3, 2011
My DNA through my caffeine deprived brain
So.
To my fellow readers:
Some of you may or may not know that before Mr. Thompson and I met, we were each raised in these really peculiar families.
I, come from a very odd, hard to explain, somewhat like the Brady Bunch-but not at all family of 9. Nine kids, that is. Then there's my Dad and our 3 separate moms. We're what people like to refer to as Mormons. I used to tell people my Dad had 3 wives and they'd be like "OMG ARE YOU MORMON" and I'd say 'YES! How did you know?' And then depending on what kind of mood I was in that day, I'd either explain to them that no, he wasn't married to them all at the same time and in fact, I'm pretty sure polygamy is illegal these days, it's also not practiced in my church anymore...OR... I would just kind of leave it at that. It's no wonder people have misconceptions about Mormons.
Mr. Thompson comes from a similar situation, although his is more like the Brady Bunch. Each one of Mr. Thompson's parents were previously married and each had one child, then Harmony and Rich met, got married and had 3 more children (one of which was Eric). For the most part, they all more or less lived in the same home at the same time. So they were kind of like the Brady Bunch.
Okay, so there's the background on our families. Besides the neat trivia it provides, it was really unnecessary for me to tell you that. Except...when I tell you that my sister (who is also pregnant and due 3 days before me) is having TWINS! You won't freak out and be like 'OMG I DIDNT KNOW TWINS RUN IN YOUR FAMILY!' Because they don't. And this is one of those weird times where I get all confused and sometimes forget that they don't, because you see my sister's Grandma is not my Grandma...and apparently she is a twin. This is also confusing because my mother-in-law, (who is not related by blood) is also a twin. And just to confuse you even more, my brother married a twin!
However, the likelihood of me actually having twins, is pretty slim to none.
Which is really unfortunate, seeing as I only married Mr. Thompson for his genetics, and once I found out that twins ran on the woman's side and that Mr. Thompson could not "hyperovulate an egg" (because he is a man)...it was too late. We had already signed those certificates and sealed our fate...as a family, destined to produce one child at a time...apparently just boys!
I've always really wanted twins. But I've also been kind of nervous to ever twins because I don't want twin boys, and I don't want different gendered twins. I've just wanted twin girls. I think it was all that Sweet Valley High that warped my brain. So now that my sister is having twin girls, I am really excited! Now I will get to be an aunt to twin girls which is even better than being a mom to twin girls. I can play with them, and mix them up, and buy cute twin outfits that my sister will have to dress them in, and then when they both decide they want to cry at the same time I can hand them back :)
This is my sister (the one I was telling you about that is pregnant with twins) and me. This picture was taken at my little brother's Court of Honor, which I will have to post about when I am not having a midlife crisis because my baby brother is graduating from high school and now I feel old.
Okay, even though it's Friday night I should really go to bed before I start blogging about how I haven't had enough Diet Coke to get me through the week so my entire family has been sleeping on mattress pads/protectors since I've been too lazy to put the sheets onto the mattress.
the life of an addict.
To my fellow readers:
Some of you may or may not know that before Mr. Thompson and I met, we were each raised in these really peculiar families.
I, come from a very odd, hard to explain, somewhat like the Brady Bunch-but not at all family of 9. Nine kids, that is. Then there's my Dad and our 3 separate moms. We're what people like to refer to as Mormons. I used to tell people my Dad had 3 wives and they'd be like "OMG ARE YOU MORMON" and I'd say 'YES! How did you know?' And then depending on what kind of mood I was in that day, I'd either explain to them that no, he wasn't married to them all at the same time and in fact, I'm pretty sure polygamy is illegal these days, it's also not practiced in my church anymore...OR... I would just kind of leave it at that. It's no wonder people have misconceptions about Mormons.
Mr. Thompson comes from a similar situation, although his is more like the Brady Bunch. Each one of Mr. Thompson's parents were previously married and each had one child, then Harmony and Rich met, got married and had 3 more children (one of which was Eric). For the most part, they all more or less lived in the same home at the same time. So they were kind of like the Brady Bunch.
Okay, so there's the background on our families. Besides the neat trivia it provides, it was really unnecessary for me to tell you that. Except...when I tell you that my sister (who is also pregnant and due 3 days before me) is having TWINS! You won't freak out and be like 'OMG I DIDNT KNOW TWINS RUN IN YOUR FAMILY!' Because they don't. And this is one of those weird times where I get all confused and sometimes forget that they don't, because you see my sister's Grandma is not my Grandma...and apparently she is a twin. This is also confusing because my mother-in-law, (who is not related by blood) is also a twin. And just to confuse you even more, my brother married a twin!
However, the likelihood of me actually having twins, is pretty slim to none.
Which is really unfortunate, seeing as I only married Mr. Thompson for his genetics, and once I found out that twins ran on the woman's side and that Mr. Thompson could not "hyperovulate an egg" (because he is a man)...it was too late. We had already signed those certificates and sealed our fate...as a family, destined to produce one child at a time...apparently just boys!
I've always really wanted twins. But I've also been kind of nervous to ever twins because I don't want twin boys, and I don't want different gendered twins. I've just wanted twin girls. I think it was all that Sweet Valley High that warped my brain. So now that my sister is having twin girls, I am really excited! Now I will get to be an aunt to twin girls which is even better than being a mom to twin girls. I can play with them, and mix them up, and buy cute twin outfits that my sister will have to dress them in, and then when they both decide they want to cry at the same time I can hand them back :)
This is my sister (the one I was telling you about that is pregnant with twins) and me. This picture was taken at my little brother's Court of Honor, which I will have to post about when I am not having a midlife crisis because my baby brother is graduating from high school and now I feel old.
Okay, even though it's Friday night I should really go to bed before I start blogging about how I haven't had enough Diet Coke to get me through the week so my entire family has been sleeping on mattress pads/protectors since I've been too lazy to put the sheets onto the mattress.
the life of an addict.
Sunshine?
I've been slacking on my blogging. I vowed to keep up with my blogging when I made this new blog, but lately my motivation has been out the window. Maybe I should actually take those iron pills my doctor prescribed me... :/
We had about 3 days of sunshine sometime during mid-May and then it rained the rest of the month. Have I mentioned I could really use some Vitamin D??? Ugh.
Anyways, so I sit in my house and complain about the weather every day and then when it finally gets nice I spend about twenty minutes outside and I'm pretty much done. Well, my friend Laura forced us- seriously, she bribed me with fast food- to leave the house. She wanted to take Tristan to the park. I had to admit that Tristan had never been to a park before--he has however, been to a dog park. I had been feeling guilty about not taking him to the park yet mainly because we live 5 steps from an elementary school and, really- he's over a year now and he's never been to a park? So I agreed, since I'd have some company and I wouldn't feel so silly trying to get my unwilling toddler to play on toys that were too big for him.
We had about 3 days of sunshine sometime during mid-May and then it rained the rest of the month. Have I mentioned I could really use some Vitamin D??? Ugh.
Anyways, so I sit in my house and complain about the weather every day and then when it finally gets nice I spend about twenty minutes outside and I'm pretty much done. Well, my friend Laura forced us- seriously, she bribed me with fast food- to leave the house. She wanted to take Tristan to the park. I had to admit that Tristan had never been to a park before--he has however, been to a dog park. I had been feeling guilty about not taking him to the park yet mainly because we live 5 steps from an elementary school and, really- he's over a year now and he's never been to a park? So I agreed, since I'd have some company and I wouldn't feel so silly trying to get my unwilling toddler to play on toys that were too big for him.
We don't like sunshine or playgrounds or grass, or fun!
We're just big whiney-butts.
This is not to say that I don't have my fun on a playground, but taking children to the park is not my idea of fun. Turns out that it isn't Tristan's idea of fun either. I love him.
He cried all the way down the slide, and cried when I sat him in the grass, and wouldn't release his grasp on my leg for any reason. So we left.
I win.
Maybe in a year or so, when I'm not so pregnant and the couch isn't calling my name...
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