Friday, September 21, 2012

F is for Friday....and Fire

Today proved to be very exciting for our little street. What started out as an afternoon at the park for us and two of our neighbors turned into a frantic race home after seeing a growing, black column of smoke rising from the VERY close proximity of our houses.

Imagine this. It's Friday afternoon. The kids have finished a busy week at school and are ready to blow off some energy at the neighborhood park. The girls see quite a few friends at the park, including two of our neighboring families. Everyone is having a grand time - playing, laughing, chatting. You notice a strong smoke smell and someone comments "Is someone throwing a barbecue without us?" There are a few chuckles, but withing minutes the air gets hazy and smokey. You and a few of the moms walk from the playground to the street when you notice a thick column of smoke rising from the next street down. You look at the roof lines of the houses and the realization hits you like a ton of bricks...that smoke is coming from YOUR street, very close to YOUR house. Your heart drops.

As other moms start to scramble for their phones, you find yourself quickly gathering the kids, the stroller, the scooters, and everything else. You hastily leave the park, one set of neighbors ahead of you, the other coming quickly behind in their car. As you approach the corner, someone runs past yelling "Who has the yellow Mercedes? Who has the yellow Mercedes?" That's not yours, but that car belongs to the grandparents of family who lives directly across the street from you. You try to stay calm but the fear is rising inside you. You know the family isn't home - the grandparents and the son were at the park with you, the parents are away for an anniversary over-nighter. But the dog is in the side-yard, and you know she must be terrified. You turn the corner and instantly see a huge fireball. You cross to your side of the street and get a little closer so you can see what's going on. The fire is two houses down and across the street from your own. The fence and a truck are on fire, but it seems to be spreading and the smoke is ridiculously thick. The firefighters have already arrived and are doing their thing. The crowd of spectators is growing, and you find yourself praying the fire doesn't spread. You make sure your kids are safe with your neighbor and out of the way before you go to the get the dog. You have to. She is part of the family and you know she has to be terrified. You quickly cross the street, move through the crowd and the smoke, get to the gate, and find her trembling and panting. Relief. She's okay. The leash must be inside, so you latch on to her collar and guide her away from the chaos. You get back to the your kids, only to find 2 of them confused and crying (insert guilt trip here). You grab everyone in a hug, let them know it's all going to be okay, and sit back to watch the growing blaze with wonder, awe, and amazement. 

Once the fire was under control and things calmed down a bit, the girls forgot entirely about being scared and had a great time. One of the firemen asked the kids to help him turn off the hydrant - they each got to take a turn. They also got to go on the truck and see all the cool buttons and gadgets. They thought it was awesome. At the end of the day, no one was injured, no homes were hurt, but there was an estimated $90,000 worth of damage and a whole lot of excitement. I was a little too preoccupied to get photos, but I did manage to snap one once the chaos subsided. 
A special thank you to the firefighters of Costa Mesa FD for their quick response and very efficient handling of the situation. The fire spread very quickly and could have been much, much worse if it hadn't have been for this remarkable group of men!!


Friday, September 14, 2012

Friday is Fun Day...

It's hard not to have a fun time when these three girls are around...
  
 
 

Friday, September 7, 2012

Autobiography in a Bag - Reilly

Today, Reilly had the chance to present an "autobiography in a bag" to her first grade class. Basically, it was a way for Roo to introduce herself to her new classmates. Despite her shy-in-front-of-a-big-group tendencies, Reilly was super excited about this assignment and she had a hard time deciding which 5-6 items she would choose to represent who she is. SO, here is what she ultimately decided on...
Swimsuit - because Reilly is a little fish who LOVES the water. In a pool. In the tub. In the ocean. In the sprinklers. This girl love.love.LOVES. the water. Period.
Kitty Beanie - because Reilly loves kittens and she loves fun hats. Last year, she had a pink & black beanie with braided tassels down the side...she wore it almost every day. The year before that was her pink-poofie-pompom beanie. This was the cap she picked out for this year...and she has worn it almost every day since we bought it.
LPS - Reilly loves to play with her Little Pet Shop animals. She names every single one of them and talks in different voices for the different animals...I love listening to her when she plays; it's always entertaining.
Glitter nail polish - from the time she was a toddler, Reilly has loved to get her toe-toes painted. That love continues today, and she almost always finds some way to integrate sparkles and bling into her mani/pedi's.
 Doll - Reilly loves dolls...I swear if it weren't for the top rail on the bunk, this child would probably fall out of her bed nightly on account of all the room her dolls take up.
Notice the sparkly alpha stickers on the brown paper bag? And the recurring pink and orange colors? Sparkles and pink...two of Reilly's favorite things. And if you look closely at the photos, you will see her other favorite animal (a turtle), her favorite place to eat (Old Spaghetti Factory), and some of her favorite pictures from the past 6 years.  
And here is my little Roo on "her" day...all smiles, as cute as can be (sorry for the blurriness - the camera on my phone is going out). I love you Reilly!!

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Back to School, Back to School...

Today is the first day of the new school year. For Aiden and Reilly, the morning was filled with mixed feelings of excitement and uncertainty - they were excited for their teacher but were a little nervous because they didn't know of any girls from last year who would be in their class. At least they knew they would have each other, so that helped to calm some fears. We had everything prepped and ready last night (lunches, back packs, first day outfits, etc), so this morning was smooth sailing. The girls chose to eat hardboiled eggs, yogurt, and cinnamon muffins for breakfast. MacKenzie slept through all of the morning's hustle and bustle, waking up just before we needed to leave.

 
 
 
Of course I made the girls suffer through a first day of school photo shoot...but they were willing to oblige their ol' mom since they got to do some silly poses as well (typical from my two little characters). Once the pics were taken, we set off to school. Roo had a minor meltdown or two along the way (first about how the tongue on her shoes was bunching, then about wanting to go back to kindergarten and not first grade and how she was afraid kids might laugh at her "silly hair"...which I happen to think is adorable and fits her personality perfectly). It nearly broke my heart to see my little Reilly, who usually radiates confidence and positivity, to be filled with so much uncertainty and doubt about this morning. We were able to talk it out, give hugs and kisses, and after I wiped away her tears and Aiden promised to help her in class if she was feeling sad, we were off again to start their first day of first grade.
The school campus was filled with the expected chaos of the first day. We saw old friends and met some of the girls' new classmates. After just a slight hesitation, the girls went right on in to their classroom, dropped their lunches off, found their desks, and started chatting with their deskmates. Another set of quick hugs and kisses to me and MacKenzie, and then the girls said good-bye and that it was okay for me to leave.
The start of school brings mixed emotions for me as well. I am excited for Reilly and Aiden and I love watching them grow and develop and learn...all things that I know will happen this year. But I am also sad that I won't get to hear their laughter and chatter during the days when they're at school...their giggles are infectious and can brighten the worst of moods. I will no longer hear cries of "pikachoo" from the backseat as we go about our morning errands, and I will once again have to choose my own songs while driving in the car (the girls have become quite vocal about which songs they like to hear...and sing along to while driving). While the girls are in class, I will be MacKenzie's sole source of entertainment...poor little thing. I have loved watching Aiden and Reilly be big sisters to Mac and I know she will miss them as much as I will during the day. Hopefully, I can keep her as happy and occuppied as her sisters always seem to...but even so, I know the littlest one will be all smiles and giggles when after-school pick-up comes this afternoon!
 
 

Monday, September 3, 2012

Last Day of Summer 2012...

I know it isn't considered this by all, but to ME, Labor Day has always represented the last "official" day of summer. Here in California, most schools do not resume until after the national holiday, so as a kid this usually meant that Labor Day was my last day to enjoy daily swims in the pool, the beach, walks and bike rides to Express Stop, sneaking onto school property to play unsupervised on the playgrounds, and playing outside or with my friends without the worries of homework or schoolwork. Labor Day meant earlier bedtimes, resumed family schedules, organizing my new school wardrobe, and getting my backpack and school schedule organized.
 
 
In similar fashion, that is how we spent our Labor Day - we kept our day low key and easy going. Our day started with a morning of cleaning and organizing the twins' room, a breakfast of freezer waffles and pancakes, some outside play time, rocking out to Rhapsody tunes on the TV, a trip to the mall, a stop for milkshakes (A-vanilla, R-cookies and cream) and ice cream cones, BBQ chicken sandwiches, an evening stroll, wardrobe selection and modeling show, early showers and (an attempted) earlier bedtime. Nothing to fancy or rigid or scheduled. We didn't make it to the beach (bummer) or to our friend's BBQ/pool party as hoped (double bummer), but I think we enjoyed our day nonetheless. 
 
We hope your Labor Day (a.k.a official end of summer) was absolutely splendid!!

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Scrap Haps...

We happened to catch a little bit of a summer cold/flu bug this past week, but the upside is that our extra time at home allowed me a little bit of time to get some much-neglected scrapping done. I still don't move as fast as I used to, but at least I managed to get a few pages done! Enjoy!

 
created for the Weekly Color Challenge at 2Peas

 
Digilift of a featured project from the 2Peas gallery

Created for an element challenge (stitching) at ZigZagScrap

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Fake It Til You Make It...

This is the most appropriate catch phrase I can think of right now...the best way to describe my current approach to motherhood. 
It has become quite clear to me that I honestly have NO clue what I am doing as a mom. None. Zip. Zilch. I know squat. I might be able to keep myself composed when out in public, but honestly - on the inside - I am a complete and utterly clueless mess. I don't know how to deal with the attitude and tantrums and talking back from my beautiful 6 1/2 years old daughters who constantly inform me that I am the meanest mom ever and that I am ruining their lives. I am incapable of silently ignoring the crying, yelling, foot-stomping, "humph"-ing, and disrespectful sauciness when those same adorable girls are told no, even though the parenting books and advice columns say to be strong, firm, patient, and to not give in. And don't even get me started on the tension and stress and arguments that seem to constantly erupt between me and my handsome and very patient husband, because I honestly have no idea how to fix that whole side of our relationship. I try to put on a happy face and pretend like everything is okay, because as a mom and wife that is what is expected of me...to be strong, resilient, independent, and to roll with the punches. I used to have myself fooled and I thought I was handling things just fine. BUT, I now realize that it was all a facade and I can no longer fool myself.

I am exhausted all the time, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically. I look at myself in the mirror and wonder where the fun, spunky, confident, spirited Becky that I remember has gone. I would like to think the old me is still in there...that my frustration and discouragement and feelings of inadequacy have not completely consumed the fun, cheerful part of me. I am trying to be better. I constantly pray for help, patience, and guidance as I try to raise these 3 angels with whom I have been blessed. I look at other moms and wonder how they can make it look so easy, and I find myself asking why I struggle with this sacred and special calling to be a mom. Why did Aiden, Reilly, and MacKenzie choose me for their mother...didn't they know better? Didn't they know of my weakness and failings, and if so, why didn't they choose another mom more deserving of them? I want to teach my girls right from wrong, good from bad; how to behave properly and how to appropriately control their emotions. I want to build their confidence and help them to realize and understand they are divine and holy daughters of a loving Heavenly Father. I want them to love life and love others, to be curious and inquisitive, selfless and giving, capable and self-sufficient, brave and daring, humble and reverent. But how can I do all this when I continually struggle through these little challenges? Through these rough patches? How can I have the faith to make it through this period of life, without coming across as a fake and imposter? How can I set the example when I falter in my own confidence and understanding?

I suppose this is what I mean when I say I will fake it to make. I will try to act/lead/teach/mother in the way I desire, even if I don't feel capable or confident in my own abilities. I will put on that happy, smiling face, even when I am crying and breaking apart inside. I will calm myself and control my reactions, even though I might be raging inside. I will tell my daughters (and husband) how much I love them (because I do...a LOT)...even if I might not like their actions or behavior at a particular moment. I will continue to work to build my confidence and self-trust, and to overcome my weaknesses, so that I can be a better and stronger example of the behaviors I would like to see my daughters develop. It may not be easy. It may not come as naturally to me as I would like. But I will not fail. I WILL make this motherhood thing work...even if I have to fake it for a little while.
**For the record, I have debated for over a week whether or not I should post this as , for me, this is a very honest confession on a very personal and important matter. I am very blessed in so many ways, which is part of the reason why I feel so guilty admitting some of things mentioned above. I ultimately decided to publish it to stay true to my commitment to journal things for me and my family, even if it isn't a happy, smiling, "sunshine and roses" moment...thanks for bearing with me.**

Thursday, July 19, 2012

This Old House...

Over the past few months, this little old house of ours has been getting a well-deserved makeover. New tile and a new sink faucet in the bathroom, new carpet in the bedrooms, new laminate flooring in the family, middle, and back rooms, a new fence, a little touch-up paint inside, and new exterior paint. Here is a collection of before, during, and after photos of all the changes with our little home...

The bathroom...
 
 
 
 
New carpet in the bedrooms...
 
 
 
 
 
New laminate flooring...
 
 
 
 
 
Exterior patch-up and re-paint...
 
 
 

There are still a few things that we need to take care of inside, and I need to snap a few after shots, but all-in-all I would say she's looking pretty good for being 87 years old!!

Sunday, July 15, 2012

A Sunday Stroll...

Something that has become a regular occurrence with our family, but seemingly more this summer, are our evening strolls along the beach. We love our time at the beach, feeling the wind in our hair (sorry Doug), hearing the waves, and feeling the cooling spray of the crashing waves. We feel so very lucky to live where we do and try our best not to take it for granted!
 
 
 
Along with collecting our usual array of seashells, tonight we were rewarded with finding this pretty amazing sand castle. It was awesome...the girls couldn't get enough of it.
 

Friday, July 13, 2012

BHS - Breath Holding Spell...

So, imagine this. You and the family are outside, cleaning up from the day's activities in the front yard. When it's time to go in, hubby picks up the little one who lets out a small cry in protest. She looks like she is going to cry again, but no sound comes out. Hubby takes her in the house and puts her down on the floor. Still no sound. No breath. Hubby calls out to you that the baby hasn't taken a breath. Just as you come around the corner of the porch, you see the baby go limp. Hubby immediately picks her up, hands her to you with a look of panic in his eyes. Baby is limp, unresponsive, eyes semi-closed and rolled towards the back of her head, and she is the scariest color of pasty grayish white you have ever seen. Still no sound. No breath. Trying not to panic, you tell hubby to go get your neighbor who happens to be a nurse. Go, just go. Thinking she may have choked on something, you flip her over and upside down, do a few back pats. Nothing. Open her mouth, look for something obstructing her airway, do a finger swoop. She gags. Inhales. Coughs a little and begins to cry. Color immediately (though not fully) returns to her little face and she snuggles into you. You realize you are crying because you have just had the scariest 30-45 seconds of your life.

Now, two days later, same baby girl is playing in the house. She is opening and closing the movie drawers as she does every day but one of the drawers closes suddenly and startles her. Again, she lets out a small cry and then nothing. No sound, no breath. That same pasty-grayish-white color comes back and baby starts to go limp just as you reach her. Knowing nothing was in her mouth to choke on, you put your mouth over her mouth and nose and breathe. After 4-5 breaths, baby girl jerks slightly and comes to, her color partially returns. She breaths, then cries, then snuggles into the safety of your chest. Again, no more than 30-45 seconds has passed, but to you it felt like an eternity.

This has been our week. This is why MacKenzie went  to the ER this week...and to a followup appointment 2 days later with her pediatrician...and why we are now waiting on the insurance for an EEG authorization and some blood work to make sure everything is okay with our littlest one.

Here is what I have learned/read/been told so far. These episodes are called breath-holding spells and there are two types - pallid (related to a decrease in blood-flow) and cyanotic (related to a decrease in oxygen). A breath-holding spell is an involuntary reflex, usually appearing between the ages of 2 and 4 and typically resolving by 5 or 6 years of age. There could be a tendency for breath-holding spells in families, but neither Aiden or Reilly have ever had one. Some BHS symptoms mimic seizure-related characteristics, but seizures do not have triggers (like getting upset over having to come inside or getting startled by a closing drawer). Based on MacKenzie's reactions, recovery, oxygen readings, etc., everything looks fine...except for the whole breath-holding thing. Here are some pics from our ER trip...little Mac has no clue how much she has scared her parents this week.
 
 
 
To top it off, Aiden started throwing up today and has a fever. Reilly seems to be healthy at the moment, but our family always seems to get sick together. I know I haven't been the best at updating this blog lately, but if you happen to have been wondering where we have been/what we've been up to lately, consider yourself updated on the not-so-fun happenings of our little family!

MIA

Yes, I know...I know. I am a little behind with my blogging. A little...who am I kidding? I'm months behind. And to be completely honest, blogging isn't the only thing I feel like I am behind in...but rather than go on and on about my feelings of inadequacy, I will simply pledge to get caught up on our little family blog by journaling about all the exciting happenings from these past few months.

Scrap Haps...{Finally}

I started this page months ago...months, I tell you. And I finally just finished it...today. I love the fun, festive, summery colors of the kit I used - Up, Up, and Away by Sarah Jones Designs (available at The Digi Chick). Also love the fun patterns...especially that cheerful yellow chevron! My favorite. Hope I did the photos of my cute little Mac justice...and I hope to get a few more pages completed relatively soon.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Independence Day 2012...

Our 4th of July started off great with a festive donut breakfast and a drive along the beach (we had gray skies and drizzle, so we decided to bypass the local morning parades). Darkness and fireworks couldn't come soon enough for our little twins, so they settled for getting an early start raiding our stash of poppers (and a fun time hanging out with our neighbor Pete). 
 
 
 
I kept myself busy in the kitchen (gasp!! Yes - Becky in the kitchen - you read that correctly), preparing food for some friends who were coming over for an evening BBQ. I made pasta salad, bacon & potato salad, sliced up some watermelon, shucked corn on the cobb, sliced up the fixings for the burgers, etc, etc...it was all pretty traditional fanfare, but (luckily) the food spirits were on my side and it all turned out to be pretty tasty. While I was busy in the kitchen, Doug and the girls got started with the fireworks...
 
 
 
It stayed chilly and overcast for most of the day, so we pulled out our makeshift fire pit and had our own little bonfire going on.
   
Yes, I am THAT kind of mother who shamelessly dresses her children up in festive holiday attire with the sole purpose of snapping a photo or two...but in all honesty, Mac's sisters are responsible for picking out the little Uncle Sam hat.
 
As you can see, Doug and Uncle Dan stocked us up very well for the night (boys will be boys).
 
 
 
 
Our street is officially the COOLEST street ever. So many fireworks, so much fun, such a wonderful way to celebrate this country, our heritage, and our freedom.
Hope your 4th of July was every bit as wonderful as ours!