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March, 2012 | Everyday Childhood

Archives for March 2012

And It Hits You Like a Ton of Bricks…

I received a phone call yesterday morning from my friend Stephen… One of those “What’s going on with…” kind of calls. My response was typical “Uh. I don’t know. She hasn’t said anything new to me.” So… being the savvy social people we are… we open her blog.

My friend. My #WorldDomination #Bestie. My secret keeper. My travel buddy. My tweeting about nothing for hours soul sister… Has Cancer. Breast Cancer. I call her. I cry. She comforts me. This is all backwards. But that’s how we operate. I’m often told that I’m the human element and she is the one that turns the gears. She makes jokes and changes topics.

But I can’t shake it. The entire day was emotional for me. At work I say I’m just feeling overwhelmed. At home I say I’m just tired and having an emotional day. And I was. All of those things. But now in the morning… with a fresh look at things. It’s her and her reality.

Even living in different states… her in California and me in Arizona… I can’t imagine my life with out our phone calls. I can’t imagine not running off to some random city with her to speak geek to a crowd of techies. I can’t imagine not sharing a queen size bed in a seedy hotel because we’d rather spend our money out on the town. I can’t imagine not tweeting about #bacon #coffee and #chocolate in the same 140 characters…

I will hold her hand. I will be there if she needs me. I will smuggle in her favorite things into the hospital. I will still probably cry. It’s what I do. And she will manage to change the topic. I talked to her already this morning at 6:45 am (and it was 5:45 am in California) to ask if it’s ok to share her news. Brandie… you are blog worthy. You are loved. And this adventure may be more scary than that crappy hotel in Austin… but we’ll still *squee* over 3am french fries at the end of all of this.

xoxo

Kelly @childhood

 

PS… if you’re on Twitter and you love all things tech, SoMe, and community like… follow Brandie @lttlewys

Under Siege: “Computer broken, Daddy”

 

or  Living very carefully in a pink cloud of estrogen…

Not sure if you remember me, but it’s been a while.

Hi.

I’m Dave, that stay-at-home-dad to three girls: 6-year old Sydney, and her 2-year old twin sisters Emma & Maddie. I know…THREE GIRLS.  I had joked with a friend once about having a bevy of girls when I was younger, but this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.

I’ve been a bit absent lately. Turns out my middle child, Emma, decided last November that she wanted my laptop. She wanted it to be a little closer to her, down there on the floor and quickly took decisive action to make that happen. It seems the power cord to a resting laptop is a very attractive thing to pull on…so she did. Crash! Laptop met the floor, and died a quick death. Thanks Emma.. Good work. My girls are assertive, that’s for sure.

It should be said of that laptop, though, that it wasn’t in good shape. Polluted with spyware/malware and a grossly overstuffed hard drive, we could easily look at this as Emma putting it out of its misery.  Maddie, the youngest (Emma’s twin), had months earlier rendered a number of keys on the keyboard inoperable or missing all together.  I never really got the full story, but my wife, their mother and co-conspirator, let them tap away on the keyboard (tap = pound). To the best of my recollection, your honor, I last saw the laptop with the arrow-keys and the number “6” key in fine working order, and return to discover two of the arrow keys missing altogether and the “6” key floating on the keyboard, unable to be secured back into its place. You don’t realize how often you actually use the “6” key until it’s gone?  It’s a lot more often than you might think.

The lost arrow keys and the wonky “6” didn’t impede my contributing to this site, Everyday Childhood (although I do blame their absence and inoperability for all syntax and spelling errors in said contributions). I discretely worked around these issues without commenting on them publicly (just a series of private “What happened here?” and “You kids are NEVER allowed to touch this laptop, EVER!!!” comments, made usually to nobody in particular (since I’m usually ignored – testosterone, it seems, renders me invisible in my home – it didn’t really matter.) But the demise of the laptop at the hands of midget #2 ended my contributing rather suddenly.

Because I am here, back in the saddle, as it were, you can conclude that I’ve got a new laptop. Shiny and new, free of all that malicious software and boasting a squeaky clean and even more so, enormous hard-drive…I’ve missed being able to share my adventures with and the exploits of my girls. I’m excited about the adventures to come.

Since we last spoke, all those months ago, so many things have happened. We’ve moved from an urban setting to a very suburban neighborhood where we’re still settling into new routines, discovering things to do in our new neighborhood, experiencing exciting dramas with new friends and neighbors all while learning an assortment of shortcuts to the closest Starbucks and Cold Stone Creamery. I’m compiling a list of all the best places I can escape to (that is not located in either my backyard or garage) to enjoy a beer, or watch a hockey game…an escape from the kids on those rare occasions when that is possible or required.  I’m even compiling a list of the best and worst places to take the kids for lunch when they revolt against the mac n’ cheese and I find myself once again under siege, defending my sanity….and this laptop… from these tiny, albeit adorable, vandals.

Can I Take Out a Loan on Those Teeth?

 

Rachel had four (4) teeth extracted yesterday. FOUR! 4! Omigosh… FOUR (4)!!!

It appears that she’s headed down the path of crooked teeth like her mom and apparently (according to the dentist)  crooked teeth aren’t en vogue.

The tooth fairy has been a frequent visitor in our house the last couple of years. With two girls, ages 6 and 7, the competition is fierce. Allison even yanked one of her own teeth out to receive a coveted tooth fairy visit. This is serious business.

And now Rachel has lost four teeth at once? At what… $5 a pop? I think I got a quarter. Maybe a dollar. I don’t remember. Clearly it made an impact on me…

So this morning… Rachel will wake up to $16. I averaged it out to $4 a tooth. And Allison will no doubt be wiggling all of her “loose” teeth and probably tying strings to skateboards. *Yes… that happened*

xoxo

Kelly

Life’s Journey

 

 

It’s amazing where life takes us…

I know… I’ve been somewhat absent lately. My amazing friend, neighbor, and blog contributor, Cassandra Byrd, has done a fantastic job at writing her #TwinTuesday posts and then some. We’ll soon have Dave Stuart back on board for his Friday Dad Series, Under Siege. And I… well… I’ve been on a journey.

From teacher, to web copy writer, to traveling sales, to clothing designer, to boutique owner, to parenting blogger, to brand ambassador, to public speaker, to social media and branding consultant, to Director of Marketing at an agency, to Social Media and Community Developer… I’ve come a long way baby.

It’s not been easy. There were many pit falls along the way… family hardships, illnesses, moving… but the one constant thing has been my community. Through it all… my family, friends, and online community has always been there. Whether I write once a month or once a quarter. I couldn’t be more blessed with the community I’ve been given.

Ad here I am at 6:49AM… writing to this community before everyone wakes up for school and before I head off to my new job… letting you know where I am and how much I appreciate you all… both old friends and new.

There’s going to be a change. I’m going to write more. I want to write more. Yes… I am head down and focused at a job that I love… but I need to write. It’s cheaper than therapy and the results are instant :)

As far as content… many of you have been reading since my design days… I’m now learning to paper craft! And if you’ve been reading long… you know that I can’t stand to touch paper. So this is hilarious! Perhaps I’ll do some tutorials like I did back in the old days? Who knows… but I do know that I miss you and I want to be back on my own blog.

So… life’s journey has brought me back here… where I began. Life has yet to steer me wrong. Leave me a note to let me know you’re still here too and we’ll continue the journey together.

xoxo

Kelly

Tin for Ten? Really?

Okay, so who is the jerkface who decided that after ten years of marriage I deserve a gift made of tin?  If we’re going to publish official gift-giving guides for people who have been married for ten years, maybe we can do better than tin?  Because I would rather he give me flowers than give me, like, tin flowers.  In fact, the thing I primarily associate with tin was that scene at the drive-in when Danny gets a little fresh with Sandy and she rips his ring off of her finger and throws it at him, declaring it “a piece of tin!”  It could be in the best interests of the tin industry to help us think more positively about it.

I don’t even know what qualifies as a gift of.  A pyramid of empty beer cans?  He doesn’t even drink beer, so gifting that to me would mean that over enough time I drank a pyramid’s worth of beer and then he gifts me those empty cans right back.  I’m not sure how appreciative I would be.  I think I’d be like, “try harder, dude.  I expected more from my fraternity boyfriend from twenty years ago on our one month-aversary”.  But wait–I guess beer cans are made of aluminum.  Is aluminum the same as tin?  What a vague metal.

Maybe he’d buy me a tin shed for storing our yardwork  tools, thereby keeping the backyard in clean shape for all the backyard soirees we never host.  But that’s a big maybe.  Because I stayed in love with him for THIS long just for him to “gift” me a clean backyard?  I don’t think so.  You know what I think about tin anniversary gifts?  Mostly expletives, gotta be honest.

I can’t speak for all of womankind, but I am telling you that flowers (not tin flowers) would go a long way.  LONG WAY.  The day I come home to some gorgeous tulips is the day he’ll enjoy multiple sessions of things which are not fit for print here.  A tennis bracelet is not a bad 10 year anniversary idea either.  That should result in some similarly unpublishable scenarios.

Tin, though.  Oy.  Tin.  Tin?  Well, whatever.  Happy 10th Anniversary, Snookums.  xo

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Cassandra can be found on Twitter @aclevergirl.  Learn more about her family’s unique challenges and why they have hope for a cure for muscular dystrophy at byrdsforacure.org.

 

Having kids hurts. No–not like that.

Having kids really takes a toll on one’s beauty:

Before I became pregnant with my first child, my hair was brown and shiny.

By the time my first child turned one year old, my hair was 40% gray and only shiny if she spit up on my shoulder and I transferred that shiny goop to my hair by–in an impressive Cirque de Soleil maneuver–using that shoulder to itch the top of my head.  Hey–you learn to do stuff like that when your arms are full of new baby.  Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.

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Before I had my first child, my boobs were rather pleasant-looking 36D’s.

Two years after my first child was born–when she was finally weaned–my boobs were not pleasant, I was bigger than a 36, and they were less than D’s.  Condom packaging designers should include critical information like this on their warning labels.  Can I get an ‘Amen’?

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Before I became pregnant with the twins (my second and third children), my legs were scrawny yet decent looking.

By the time the twins were six months old, my bird legs appeared to be shoved into cankles and accented with vericose veins down the back AND the front.  Nothing says “I’m a procreational overachiever!” like a long and winding road map from swollen ankles to the top of the uterus region.  Am I right?

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And before I had any kids at all, I drove a sweet “Aquafina blue!” sporty sedan.  My first new car ever.

I traded it in shortly for a minivan.  My pride doesn’t much appreciate such a mommy-mobile, but at least it safely accommodates my gray hair, diminished boobs, vericose veins, cankles, huge ego and all of my various children.

This is dedicated to my various children, who keep me humble, but by accident.  Mostly.

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Please continue to sort through your kids’ DVD collection for a good cause.  Or buy DVD’s to ship directly to Wish kids here.

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Cassandra can be found on Twitter @aclevergirl.  Learn more about her family’s unique challenges and why they have hope for a cure for muscular dystrophy at byrdsforacure.org.