Our Little Litter

Yesterday was the twins first tball game! For most of the twins almost 5 years of life, there has been very little time when they do not have easy access to mommy or daddy.  They can always ask us questions, or look to us for direction... until tball.  There are 20 kids between the two teams, 4 are serious about the game, 7 are crying, 3 left the field and are playing in the grass in the next field over, and 6 are switching between wrestling in the infield, and picking dandelions, or piling rocks like tiny yogis.  There are about 7 adults in the infield to make sure that no one gets nailed in the face with a ball, and so the kids know where the bases are. The 4 that are actually playing are constantly looking to one of the many coaches for guidance, but it's confusing to know which coach is yours, so when the coach yells, "Run to third" about half of both teams go running to third.  They are all so excited to get the ball while fielding, that when the ball goes to the

I'm not even sure where to begin with this post.  Almost 3 years have gone by since the last post, and as you can imagine, a few things have changed. Every once in a while, someone says "Bree, why aren't you blogging anymore?" and then I have to take a deep breath so that I don't punch them in the face: then I think: "Well, it's hard to find time between moving to Alaska, having 3 kids, two-ish jobs, trying to start my own business & recovering from cancer and 4 surgeries you idiot." But usually, I say "eh, not enough time." I love writing, but honestly, I don't usually have time to write the long blog posts that I want to, which has pushed me towards quick Facebook posts, as opposed to blogging.  BUT what I love about family blogging, is that I have this amazing record of our family life, so here I am.  The goal now, is to use my blog to make mostly "Facebook type" posts, with the occasional "omigod the kids are

(I had written this post a couple of months ago - and true to it's title, my "mom brain" forgot to edit and post it.  So now you get it a couple months delayed) My best friend flew into town this past weekend to spend some time alone with me a few weeks before my wedding.  We had planned to run a 5k, stay in a hotel one night so I could try to get out of the mom-zone-frame-of-mind, eat good food, drink good drinks and maybe smoke some shisha. She got into town on a Friday.  That night, we packed up and headed to the hotel.  When checking in, the woman looked up my name, she gave this head tilt and said, "hmm, you're not in our system."  I said "Yes we are, look I have my confirmation here."  she says, "oh yes maam, that confirmation is for tomorrow night."  I said "No, for tonight." she says "Look, right here, it says for tomorrow night."  Feeling like a first class idiot, I say "My mistake, do you have anythi

For all of you parents out there, you know the dream.  Going away for a few days to a luxury resort and leaving the kids at home.  Well, I don't want to brag, but I am Living.  That.  Dream.  Right.  NOW!  I never get to travel for work, but for three days this week, my company has flown the whole team here to San Diego and are putting us up (yes even the locals) in a fancy resort for some conferences. When we were told about this mandatory staycation, I was so angry and irritated.  I did not want to leave Evan alone with the twins for 3 days.  Not because he is anything short of amazing with them, but let's be honest, I have control issues, and worry that Evan has not perfected the art of chaos as well as I have.  I thought that they would lay in their cribs at night and talk about how they were going to overthrow daddy while mommy was gone.  A piece of me worried that the babies would think that I abandoned them, and I really love waking up in the morning when Evan brings o

As all of you parents know, coming up with dinner ideas to keep the fam excited, is hard to do.  it is even harder if you have someone who has food restrictions, or, like me, is just trying to eat healthier. Almost every day, Evan says "what's for dinner?" and 1 of two things happen.  I irritably reply "I don't know Evan, why don't you help me think of something?"  Or, I say "I'm not sure, baby, let me find something that looks good." and then this leads into a 2 hour sort through Pinterest - the black hole of all websites, followed by a 3 store grocery shopping extravaganza to find all the right ingredients.  The question came up the other night, and as I was milling about my "food fantasies" pin board, I found a Shepherds Pie that looked like a big warm hug.  Big warm hugs of food are what make me pack on weight like a bear heading into hibernation, so I thought I'd try a lighter version.  The good news is - it was AMA

It's crunch time.  The wedding is 6 weeks away, and I need to lose 20 lbs to get to my "pre baby weight".  hahahahaha.  Kidding.  Well not really, but I lost the dream of "pre baby body" a long time ago, so now I just try to work out to feel better and relieve stress.  I have started replacing 1 meal a day (it's supposed to be 2, but that's too hard) with a smoothie of my own invention.  Today it was 1.5 cups unsweetened vanilla almond milk, half an apple, two handfulls of spinach and a tablespoon of rolled oats.  yesterday it was similar, sub kale and a banana and probably a reeses cup or something.   I hate dieting, but I learned in high school that the best way to lose weight in a hurry is to go on a liquid diet.  My best friend and I did the "soup" diet for weeks before prom.  We looked amazing, but no one liked us because our bitch factor rose with exponential fury when we were hungry.   Anyway, I want my kids to be happy about thei