I remember once when I was about 5 or 6 my mom, sister, and I went somewhere (can't remember where, and it's not very important anyway...). After we'd finished up wherever the heck we were, we headed back to my mom's trusty old Toyota, Violet. This was back in the 80's before power locks, so it was determined by seniority the order of which you got your door unlocked. Mom, obviously, got in first and reached over to unlock the front door for Alie. As Alie's reaching around to unlock my door, mom starts to drive off. I. Am. Devastated. My own mother just drove off and left me! ...okay, okay, so she made it, like, 5 feet before she realized her mistake and I hopped in the car, but still...that was a horrifying 10 seconds for me. I remember thinking to myself, "How could she?! How does a mom not notice that one of her kids is NOT IN THE CAR?!?!" The answer: Mommy Dementia, of which I am now a victim.
I sent out invitations for the boy's birthday party last Friday. I went to the skating rink of Saturday to pay the deposit for the party and the girl can't find our reservation. "I've been emailing Kim for the past 2 weeks about this. Are you sure you don't see Dominique in there? Next Friday, March 2nd?" I'm starting to freak out at this point because I have already sent out the invitations. Aaaak! "No, but I see a Carl Rudegeair for Friday the 9th at 4:30...is that your son?" Me: "WHAT?! No, no, no...I emailed Kim. Look," I whip out my phone and pull up my emails. "Right here. 'Kim, let's go ahead and book the party for 4:30 on the...9th,' Oh, crap." Yep. I put the wrong date on the invitations. Yay, me! Ugh. So I had to write little 'I'm an Idiot' notes to all the parents of the kids in Carl's class to correct my whoopsie. And it doesn't stop there! Just the other day we're all piling in the car to go to a friend's house. I get the big kids in the car and Carl III get T all strapped in. Well, I hop in my seat and crank the engine and everyone's just looking at me as if I've grown a second head. "What?" I ask. "Were you planning on closing the door?" Yeah, I was about to head down the road with Paige's door WIDE open! Honestly, I'm thinking that with every kid you have it just gets progressively worse. Pretty soon you'll find me leaving the house without pants or without a kid...just do me a favor...do a quick head count if you see me out with the kids to make sure all are present and accounted for.
Monday, February 27, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
A Two-fer!
I'm going to hit you with a twofer post today. The first is going to be me shamelessly plugging myself and my friend so that we can get a little business. The second will be my usual nonsensical ramblings. Alright? Alright.
I have recently signed on as a Thirty-One consultant. They sell really cute and functional bags, wallets, home storage solutions, etc. Check out my website www.mythirtyone.com/dominiquerudegeair/ and take a gander at the catalog and book a party for exclusive savings and potentially free items available for hosting a party!
Looking for a massage therapist that works with your schedule rather than having to try to get to a spa when they're open? Look no further! My dear friend, Kim Evans, is a licensed massage therapist and, get this...she will come to you! That's right kiddies, she will give you an amazing massage (I'm speaking from personal experience...the girl's amazing!) in the comfort of your own home! Check her out on Facebook and tell her I sent you.
Alright, on to the norm:
Carl IV will be 5 in 13 days. For the past 4 days I have been subjected to, "Mom...is it 1 or 2 days until my birthday?" from the boy. Me: *sigh* "Let's go look at the calendar and we'll count. 1, 2, 3, 4, blah, blah, blah, 13. Almost 2 weeks away, buddy." Him: "Aaaaaaaugh! That's soooo loooooooong!!! Why can't it be my birthday today?!" Me: "Because then your birthday would be February 23, not March 7." And away he stomps to lament the fact that he wasn't born early. Trust me, if I'd had my way he would've been born in January!
T is rolling over now. I almost feel sorry for the poor thing because as a third child, she's going to have to do a lot more than that to impress us now. I remember when Carl IV started rolling over. I think I probably texted everyone I knew like it was some monumental milestone (If you received one of those texts or emails, please accept my humble apology. First time mom...you know how it is.).
Paige is in all out 3 year old mode. I don't know how I forgot how nasty 3 year olds are sometimes. Carl IV went through the same thing. I must have blocked it out. She is super whiney, bursts into tears about practically everything. If this is her at 3, I'm moving out when she hits her tween years, because I don't know if I'll be able to take it.
That's all I've got for you now. Remember to check out my website and pop on over to Kim's Facebook page to say hi and set up your massage. Peace!
I have recently signed on as a Thirty-One consultant. They sell really cute and functional bags, wallets, home storage solutions, etc. Check out my website www.mythirtyone.com/dominiquerudegeair/ and take a gander at the catalog and book a party for exclusive savings and potentially free items available for hosting a party!
Looking for a massage therapist that works with your schedule rather than having to try to get to a spa when they're open? Look no further! My dear friend, Kim Evans, is a licensed massage therapist and, get this...she will come to you! That's right kiddies, she will give you an amazing massage (I'm speaking from personal experience...the girl's amazing!) in the comfort of your own home! Check her out on Facebook and tell her I sent you.
Alright, on to the norm:
Carl IV will be 5 in 13 days. For the past 4 days I have been subjected to, "Mom...is it 1 or 2 days until my birthday?" from the boy. Me: *sigh* "Let's go look at the calendar and we'll count. 1, 2, 3, 4, blah, blah, blah, 13. Almost 2 weeks away, buddy." Him: "Aaaaaaaugh! That's soooo loooooooong!!! Why can't it be my birthday today?!" Me: "Because then your birthday would be February 23, not March 7." And away he stomps to lament the fact that he wasn't born early. Trust me, if I'd had my way he would've been born in January!
T is rolling over now. I almost feel sorry for the poor thing because as a third child, she's going to have to do a lot more than that to impress us now. I remember when Carl IV started rolling over. I think I probably texted everyone I knew like it was some monumental milestone (If you received one of those texts or emails, please accept my humble apology. First time mom...you know how it is.).
Paige is in all out 3 year old mode. I don't know how I forgot how nasty 3 year olds are sometimes. Carl IV went through the same thing. I must have blocked it out. She is super whiney, bursts into tears about practically everything. If this is her at 3, I'm moving out when she hits her tween years, because I don't know if I'll be able to take it.
That's all I've got for you now. Remember to check out my website and pop on over to Kim's Facebook page to say hi and set up your massage. Peace!
Monday, February 6, 2012
New Venture
Because kids are expensive, and I have 3 of 'em, I have started a new business venture. The link to my website for said venture is here. Give it a look-see. I'm new and don't know what the heck I'm doing, but I'm super chatty and pretty darn friendly, so I think I can make this work. So, long story short, have a look and schedule a party, okay? *mwah!*
Friday, February 3, 2012
Friday Randomness
- I talked to my best girlfriend, Carla, today. It made my day. I miss her a lot. All the states between Florida and Pennsylvania need to get out of the way so we're closer to each other. My heart hurts going so long without seeing her. Dang it, now I'm sad. Back to happy! I had a really nice talk with her today, and she's still my bestest.
- Carl IV has a birthday coming up. He'll be 5. I'm having trouble coming to terms with this. I just don't feel old enough to have a 5 year old. I must've counted wrong...1,2,3,4...crap. Nope, he's 5. And I'm getting old.
- I've decided it's time for me to start running again because, as much as I hate to admit it, I actually do feel better when I exercise. Dang it.
- 3 kids = a lot of kids. Really. They've figured out that they outnumber us and are using it to their advantage. I am a little worried.
- Teaghan is thisclose to sleeping through the night. I am soooo ready for uninterrupted sleep again. I miss it.
- I'm going to a purse party tonight (sort of like a Tupperware party, but with purses). I'm going to try my hardest not to spend bajillions of dollars. I love purses. Like, a lot.
- I am so tired that I can't come up with much more to say. The end.
- Carl IV has a birthday coming up. He'll be 5. I'm having trouble coming to terms with this. I just don't feel old enough to have a 5 year old. I must've counted wrong...1,2,3,4...crap. Nope, he's 5. And I'm getting old.
- I've decided it's time for me to start running again because, as much as I hate to admit it, I actually do feel better when I exercise. Dang it.
- 3 kids = a lot of kids. Really. They've figured out that they outnumber us and are using it to their advantage. I am a little worried.
- Teaghan is thisclose to sleeping through the night. I am soooo ready for uninterrupted sleep again. I miss it.
- I'm going to a purse party tonight (sort of like a Tupperware party, but with purses). I'm going to try my hardest not to spend bajillions of dollars. I love purses. Like, a lot.
- I am so tired that I can't come up with much more to say. The end.
Monday, January 30, 2012
My Morning Playlist
Every weekday morning the kids and I pile into the car and head to my mother-in-law's house around 8:00 am. Every morning, without fail, once we're in the car the first words out of the boy's mouth are: "Mom, can we listen to the robot song?" He has renamed Daft Punk's song 'Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger' "The Robot Song." So, we listen to the robot song, after which I hear from Prissy Pants, "MOMMY!! I want MY song, too!" So, next on our playlist is Toni Basil's classic 'Mickey' which causes Paige to dissolve into fits of giggles and what I refer to as "car dancing." She kicks her legs around like a crazed horse and shouts, "Look at my legs, Mommy! They dancing!" After those two songs have concluded we move onto, "Let's play Daddy's song! The Potty song! Pwease?!" Okay, let me clarify... it's not a song about a potty. It's actually LMFAO's 'Party Rock Anthem', but it was relatively new when we started potty training Paige, and she LOVED it, so I changed the words to 'Potty Rock' because, well, you do what you have to do when potty training a stubborn little girl. All of this, and we're almost to Debbie's. Time for one more song. Carl IV chimes in from the back seat: "MOM! Can we listen to the song that goes "UNGH!" in that part? You know...the UNGH part?" After I make him say "UNGH" about 12 more times I play Michael Jackson's 'P.Y.T.' which has a grunt a few times about halfway through the song that Carl IV find heee-larious! By that time we're pulling into the driveway, I boot the kids out of the car and rock out to whatever songs suit my mood that day. This morning I was in a Metric kind of mood, and having just watched Scott Pilgram vs. The World (good movie!), I chose 'Black Sheep.' And, well, that's my morning. Now you know. Aren't you glad I shared? :o)
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
How Does She Know?!
Since coming back to work, the #1 thing that people ask me about Teaghan is, "How is she sleeping?" It never fails...every time I answer with a, "Great! She's usually down by 8:30 and sleeps until around 4 or 5:00," the following night is a complete disaster! It's like she hears me and thinks, "Wait! She's sleeping, too?! Hmm. Can't have that!" Just yesterday I was telling a customer that she's doing better than my other 2 were at this age and BAM! Last night was uuuuuuuuuugly. So, God forgive me, but in the name of self preservation I am going to start lying when people ask about her sleep habits. "Awful. Up every 10 minutes." Hell, maybe she'll sleep 12 hours solid then.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Catching Up
Wow. To say a lot has happened since I last updated this is the understatement of the year! In case you don't already know, I had the baby! Hooray!
Click here to see pics of when T was brand new.
Teaghan Renee was born 11/7/2011 weighing in at 9lb 4oz and measuring 21 1/4" in length. And, hey. Wanna know something cool? My sister had her kid the same day! Daniel I'materribleauntbecauseIdon'tknowhismiddlename Collins was born across the pond in London on 11/7/2011! How cool is that?!
While I was home with all 3 kids (allow me to interrupt myself here by saying GOD BLESS STAY AT HOME MOMS! I only did it for 2 months and I was ready to go insane!) I decided that it was time to crack down and potty train Paige. Well, to say she was tough is the understatement of the year. Wait...what? I already have one of those? Hmph. Alright, fine. It's the runner up understatement of the year. There. Back to Paige's potty training. I'll spare you the gruesome details, but one particularly poopy day for both Paige & Teaghan I had had it up to here *picture me holding my hand about neck level* with wiping butts. Going from changing a newborn to changing an almost three year old...it just felt like wiping a 35 year old's behind! Wrong in so many ways. So, that was my breaking point, and I'm proud to say that within 2 weeks she was accident free (aside from the sporadic 2am "MOMMY, I peed my pants! Waaaaah!").
On Dec. 21st we piled into the van and headed to Pensacola for Christmas with the family. The whole family. My parents rented a SWEET house on Pensacola Beach that was right on the Gulf. So we drove down, my sister and her crew flew over from London, my grandparents drove down from Tennessee, and of course my parents were there. That's 9 adults and 5 kids (including 2 newborns) in one house for almost a week. It was quite an adventure! I know my kids had an absolute blast taking 547 walks on the beach per day, and it was so great to hang out with the family!
My Christmas gift to the fam was to have the amazing Jessi Field (a friend from high school who is now the most amazing photographer) take some great shots on the beach, so I'll be sure to share those once she edits them to make me ... errr...I mean us look incredible. Heeheehee.
Once we said farewell to the beach and returned home I started work the following Monday. I had been at my desk less than 30 minutes when my boss walked over to me and said he had absolutely no idea how much I did on a daily basis and that I would definitely be getting a nice raise this year! BOO-YAAAAH! It's a shame that it took me not being here for 2 months to get recognition, but it's nice to be appreciated all the same! :)
So...I think that about wraps it up. I'm sure I left out some stuff here and there, but I'll make sure to post them as things pop into my head. Glad to be back! Happy New Year!!
P.S. - Just to show how shockingly similar Teaghan and Carl IV look, check this out:
Click here to see pics of when T was brand new.
Teaghan Renee was born 11/7/2011 weighing in at 9lb 4oz and measuring 21 1/4" in length. And, hey. Wanna know something cool? My sister had her kid the same day! Daniel I'materribleauntbecauseIdon'tknowhismiddlename Collins was born across the pond in London on 11/7/2011! How cool is that?!
While I was home with all 3 kids (allow me to interrupt myself here by saying GOD BLESS STAY AT HOME MOMS! I only did it for 2 months and I was ready to go insane!) I decided that it was time to crack down and potty train Paige. Well, to say she was tough is the understatement of the year. Wait...what? I already have one of those? Hmph. Alright, fine. It's the runner up understatement of the year. There. Back to Paige's potty training. I'll spare you the gruesome details, but one particularly poopy day for both Paige & Teaghan I had had it up to here *picture me holding my hand about neck level* with wiping butts. Going from changing a newborn to changing an almost three year old...it just felt like wiping a 35 year old's behind! Wrong in so many ways. So, that was my breaking point, and I'm proud to say that within 2 weeks she was accident free (aside from the sporadic 2am "MOMMY, I peed my pants! Waaaaah!").
On Dec. 21st we piled into the van and headed to Pensacola for Christmas with the family. The whole family. My parents rented a SWEET house on Pensacola Beach that was right on the Gulf. So we drove down, my sister and her crew flew over from London, my grandparents drove down from Tennessee, and of course my parents were there. That's 9 adults and 5 kids (including 2 newborns) in one house for almost a week. It was quite an adventure! I know my kids had an absolute blast taking 547 walks on the beach per day, and it was so great to hang out with the family!
My Christmas gift to the fam was to have the amazing Jessi Field (a friend from high school who is now the most amazing photographer) take some great shots on the beach, so I'll be sure to share those once she edits them to make me ... errr...I mean us look incredible. Heeheehee.
Once we said farewell to the beach and returned home I started work the following Monday. I had been at my desk less than 30 minutes when my boss walked over to me and said he had absolutely no idea how much I did on a daily basis and that I would definitely be getting a nice raise this year! BOO-YAAAAH! It's a shame that it took me not being here for 2 months to get recognition, but it's nice to be appreciated all the same! :)
So...I think that about wraps it up. I'm sure I left out some stuff here and there, but I'll make sure to post them as things pop into my head. Glad to be back! Happy New Year!!
P.S. - Just to show how shockingly similar Teaghan and Carl IV look, check this out:
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