Here are a few pic’s I snapped this week:

Our backyard at sunset.

Isaac after an ice cream cone.

Joshie hiding in a moving box.

Isaac and Aaron (his BFF) in a rare moment of stillness.

Yours truly – where did those wrinkles come from?

10:30PM – Joshua is crying

11:00PM – Joshua is quiet, back to sleep

1:00AM – wake up due to major coughing jag, lovely

2:00AM – Isaac is staring at me. I come slowly to a state of awareness, he tells me that he wet the bed but “just a little bit.”

2:30 AM – back to bed, laundry is going and something is clicking in there. ARG!

3:00AM – Joshua is crying, my head hurts.

4:40AM – Joshua is really crying, he means business this time. I make him a bottle and change his diaper.

6:00AM – alarm goes off, damn.

6:20AM – alarm still going off and I am oblivious to it. The toddler that crept into my bed at some point is now saying, “Mommy the music is on, I think you should wake up!”

6:30AM – I drag myself to the shower and contemplate the joys and wonders of motherhood…

Side note: the Easy Swede has a pretty cool door knocker. I forgot about it until the trip last week when I had a chance to take a better look around.

The door has a brass knocker on it in the shape of a dolphin. There  is no doorbell, just the dolphin. You actually have to pick the body of the dolphin up and bang his poor little bottle-nose on the door in order to knock. This house is shaping up to be full of blog topics.

So, next time you’re in town come on over to the Easy Swede, grab the dolphin and bring cookies.

Yikes, that sounds kinda bad………….

So last week my mom and I went for a little trip. We headed over the Monterey to look at daycares and take some measurements at the house. After a very long day of watching stranger’s children play, trying desperately to decipher if they were feeling “fulfilled or enriched by their daycare experience” and asking a thousand questions of daycare providers like “what method of teaching do you use” (when all you really want to ask is if they could possibly love your child just a little bit like you do from 8-5pm) we decided it was time to have some fun. My brain and emotions were fried by the experience and all I wanted to do was laugh.

We headed to the movies to see What Happens in Vegas. (Yes I know that Indiana Jones came out this weekend and please know that if I saw that movie without the Hubby I would be hung by my toes. ) Turns out the movie was hilarious and Ashton Kutcher is, well, very pretty.

As we were waiting for the movie to start we sat down in the theater lobby and were chatting/people watching. I reached into my purse to pull out my lip gloss and my mother did the same. As she pulled her gloss out I said “Hey I have that one!” So I reached for it in my purse. This led to a discussion about how much make-up populated the contents of our purses…..

People are you ready for this?

I can not believe that between the two of us there were 3 nail polishes, 8 lipsticks, two compacts, one lip liner and two mascara’s.

The scary part is that this collection is just the “extras” for our purses. I don’t think the Internet is ready for a picture of my home “kit” or my mother’s for that matter…..

So, the Move, she has caused quite a bit of stress. (note: move has been personified, call Dr. increase meds).

I have always been a dreamer. I had crazy night terrors as a child that kept me awake at night. As an adult, I have to watch what I look at on tv, the internet, etc. because I have a sensitive psyche. For example, after watching the movie The Sixth Sense years ago I had bad dreams about a girl with a mouth full of vomit for weeks (hi Mischa!).

My dreams are not always nightmare oriented but they are always very full and busy, leaving me feeling unrested in the morning often times. I usually don’t talk about my dreams with anyone because I hate it when people do that. You can almost be sure I will roll my eyes and start to walk away from any conversation that begins with: “I had this crazy dream last night!” Don’t know why, I just want to scream – “It didn’t really happen, why are you talking about it!” (again, call doctor, increase meds)

Okay, so all of that said I am going to break my own rule of not talking about my dreams because THE CRAZIEST THING HAPPENED TO ME! Last night I dreamt that I lost all of  my teeth. It was odd, they just kept falling out and in their place was stumpy little teeth or no teeth at all. I kept trying to pick them up and put them back in but they wouldn’t stay.

My mom called this morning to talk about some plans we are making for this weekend and I told her about my dream because I was so disturbed by it. She assured me this is a very common dream and I should look it up on the web. I hung up the phone and went about my business, forgetting to look up the dream.

Then a co-worker came in my office and asked how I was doing. Because I am nothing, if not brutally honest, I explained that I was having a really hard time with the move and feeling like we were doing the right thing. He, being a man of the Christian faith, said that I just needed to trust that God has a plan and stop trying to make sense of all of it. He rightly pointed out that all of the details have come together seamlessly and that I should be encouraged by that fact. I lamented that it seemed so crazy to be leaving my  job and that I was sick of people asking me “are you nuts? What are you doing leaving such a great job!” He again encouraged me that sometimes our decisions don’t make sense in the eyes of many, but if we believe in what we are doing then that is all that matters. Basically, your life is between you and God, not others and what they think.

After he left I started thinking about the dream again and I looked it up. Here is what I found………………

A scriptural interpretation for bad or falling teeth indicate that you are putting your faith, trust, and beliefs in what man thinks rather than in the word of God. The bible says that God speaks once, yea twice in a dream or a vision in order to hide pride from us, to keep us back from the pit, to open our ears (spiritually) and to instruct and correct us.

Holy crap! I have been totally challenged lately about faith and then I have this dream and I find this interpretation of it. Could God have been trying to tell me to have more faith, that He is in control?

Maybe it is all just a coincidence but…I think not.

So Internet, for lack of better judgement, what dreams have you had that ended up being a message about your life?

Do tell….