Monday, February 23, 2009

Ikea makes my heart flutter

So, last week Jeff and I and Nicole and her husband, Eric drove to Covina, CA to specifically go to an IKEA store. Yes, I know. It sounds crazy but it was a fabulous trip.
But back up to the beginning of the weekend. On Friday the 13th Jeff came home with Roses and chocolate. He took out two of the roses to give to the girls. Samra helped herself to the rest of the chocolates the next day. On Saturday we met up with Nicole, Eric and Gage and my friends Kandace, her husband and two of her children for dinner at Buca De Beppo. We had a great time and we have decided to make it a monthly event. On Sunday, Eric and Nicole picked us up at 7:30 AM with their toy hauler and off we were to Pomona, CA where we stayed at a RV park. The IKEA was about 15 minutes away. After we hooked everything up and ate lunch we took off. I actually screamed when I saw the big blue building. It is pretty sad. What was sadder is that we stayed three hours that first day. That’s right, I said first day. We actually went back the next day and stayed two more hours. But I have no regrets. That store is friggin huge. I could not go more than once a year. It is exhausting. But we had a blast. Jeff and I are slowly putting all of our goods together. Our house will ROCK when we are done.
Jeff has a shooting competition next week in Ely, NV. He is really excited. Alyssa is sleeping over a friend’s house on Friday so it will be me and Emma for a night. We might go to a fancy shmancy restaurant or get drunk and pick up sailors. I am not sure yet.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Who ate the toppings off the pizza or why the dogs new name is farticus

I didn't cook the entire weekend. We either ate out or ordered in. We NEVER do that. And we paid dearly for it. We were bloated and disgusting all weekend. We ordered pizza on Saturday. I don't eat pizza because I am lactose intolerant so right there I should have known. I ordered Jeff a "Peez-illa" Which is pizza with everything. I saw a lot of green peppers and sausage on it. Well we were eating in the living room and watching TV when apparently Samra went into the kitchen to investigate the pizza. And apparently lick all the toppings off of three slices. Puppy had a really swirly tummy for about 30 minutes. At the time we were confused on why she kept grunting and shifting positions. When Jeff got up to put his plate in the sink he saw why. But it was too late. Samra was letting go of some of her discomfort and it was painful for all of us. Alyssa kept calling her Farticus. I don't think Samra has learned her listen since she went through the garbage last night.

Friday, February 6, 2009

So my youngest turned 8 yesterday. Emma Grace is a big girl now. Birthday week has begun. On her birthday night (last night) we have a family dinner. I told her she can go anywhere in the city. She chose Krazy Buffet. A Chinese buffet we have gone for lunch a few times. But that is where she wanted to go. Funny enough, there was another birthday going on for another little girl. Who knew? She got her gifts from my parents last night and we had a nice time. Tonight we have 6 kids meeting us to see “Coraline.”
Emma’s birth story is the best. I may have told this story before so I am sorry. The date is February 5th, 2001. Alyssa was 3 ½ and didn’t really “get” that there was going to be another kid coming soon. At the time she was going to a private Jewish preschool and taking karate. My doctor had planned the delivery so it would best for both of our schedules. I wanted to make sure I had a babysitter for Alyssa.
Emma was due on February 14th. So this was quite a few days before. Two of my best friends in the world were planning on being in the delivery room with us. Nikki and Nicole. Along with Jeff and my mom, we had quite the party going on. Nikki put glitter on my face and kept trying to pamper me. Little did she know at the time, I hate being touched on my face. Anyway, they kept me in good spirits and we laughed a lot. Which was good because almost exactly a month earlier, Nikki’s mom had passed away and her being with me on that day meant a lot to me.
My father was going to pick up Alyssa after karate class and keep her entertained until we called him with baby news. My mother was nervous about this because Alyssa was only three and her vocabulary at the time consisted of Teletubbies jargon and 101 Dalmatians. She was concerned about my father losing his mind trying to keep her happy. So it was all planned out. My mom said that if I did not give birth by 7:30 PM she would leave to get Alyssa. She was pretty upset because she wanted to be there when Emma flew out. Luckily enough she popped out at 7 ish. Just in time. My gals made me laugh so hard that the doctor said that if I gave one more hardy laugh that the baby will come. That made me laugh harder and swoosh! Baby Emma, looking exactly like her sister. Jeff even said “holy Crap! She looks just like Alyssa!” It was a fabulous birth. Nikki did have the Life/ Death realization of her mother and had to leave the room right after in tears. A nurse saw her crying and thought that something had gone wrong inside and rushed in. But it was all good. My dad showed up with Alyssa at around 8 PM. She was in her little karate outfit and was very shy about her baby sister. She thought it was pretty funny that Emma sucked on her finger when she stuck it in her mouth. Nikki and Nicole are the best to have in your birthing room and they may be for hire. They definitely take your mind off what is going on.
It seems like yesterday. I know that is cliché but it is true. My baby is not a baby anymore.