Thursday, July 28, 2011


Sorry it's been so quiet lately. I've intended to write a lot summer roommate, this fun post Katy tagged me in, y'all, I have to finish the Dream Jobs from last summer...sigh. Just been crazy...anyways.

I'll just tell y'all real quick a little thing that happened last Friday. A few months ago, I was trying out those Crustables sandwiches on the girls. You know, the pre-made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with the crusts cut off. I'm not so lazy not to make it myself, but when I'm busy or if we're on the go, they'd be nice to have around. I've given them small bites of my own peanut butter sandwiches before and they seemed to like it. I set a half sandwich on each of their trays and turn back to the counter to cut up some strawberries. I hear them hacking a little, thinking they're fake coughing at each other like they do. I look at them, they're hacking, they're smiling, they wave to me. Then, I notice Harper's eyes seem smaller. And Piper Lee's cheeks are red. Then, they both start rubbing their noses, the hacking subsiding. Both of their eyes are now swollen and both sets of cheeks are red. Huh, well, that's an allergic reaction to something, I s'pose. I call Dad, he says to give them a swig (exactly measured dose) of Benadryl. I do and in about 3 minutes, their symptoms go away. I call the pediatrician and they recommend going to see an allergist. Ugh, another doctor's appointment. So, we go see this allergist...a world-renowned physician who specializes in pediatric asthma and allergies. I'm gonna tell you honestly, she is odd. Very good at her job, but just peculiar.

Anyways. They do a skin scratch test and test them for all kinds of nuts. They react mildly to the peanuts. I tell her I've given them peanut butter, peanut butter crackers, bites of Snickers bars, and other foods that have had peanuts in them before. She said it was common to be allergic to a certain type of peanut butter, but fine with others, but just to avoid peanuts altogether until we knew more. We had to get them little Epi-Pens. Those things are 'spensive.

We went to the children's hospital to have their blood drawn, that was an ordeal, so they could run tests. We went in this past Monday to get the results. Both of their numbers are so low, there's a good chance they'll outgrow the allergy, she said. YAY! Just avoid peanuts until they're 2, then we do a food challenge test (makes it sound like a show on Food Network) and get them used to peanuts. Simple enough. Well, the doc sees a gazillion kid patients a year, some with super severe asthma and allergies, so I'm sure patients start blending together. I had asthma as a baby and the girls had mild cases of it earlier this year when they had gotten sick from Mother's Day Out, but it wasn't a huge deal. We had the breathing machine and we haven't had to use that since March. She kept asking about the girls' asthma, how they were doing with their treatments, how they were doing with their allergy medicine (Benadryl or Zyrtec) and I guess I looked confused because she asked, "Have they not had to take anything?" And I was like, "No, nothing. And we haven't done a breathing treatment since mid-March." So, I guess maybe she thought they were a little more asthmatic/allergic than they were...and she kept using all this terminology that I'm sure someone who knew more about that would understand. But, I had no idea. So, I just kept saying "no" to all of her questions.

Gosh, I'm telling you this whole story to get you to the "punch line" and by the time I get there, y'all will be asleep.

SO...the girls are fine, no big deal, just don't give them peanuts, got it. We're heading out of the office and the doc stops me and says, "There are some S-U-C-K-E-R-S on the counter by the door if you need some for the trip home." I furrowed my brow trying to figure out the anagram. I asked, "Is that like an Epi-Pen?" thinking it was some more medicine jargon. She replied, "No, that's like a sucker." Then, she pointed to a bowl of Dum-Dums on the counter.


So, now, she and the nurse probably think I'm an idiot. But wait...joke's on her, right, for thinking an 18-month can spell S-U-C-K-E-R-S. I'm 28 and can't even spell it.

Monday, July 25, 2011


Remember how I said I would tell y'all about my summer roommate today? I meant "later this week." Did you not get that? I don't really know what to tell you...I mean, if you can't read between the lines...not I'm embarrassed for you, actually.


I love love love the rainbow hair streaks. I think they're so fun, but not overwhelming. I tried it last year, but I was a little afraid of the results, so I toned it back some. The color ended up being barely noticeable. So, I decided to try it again this weekend. TOOK. FOREVER. David helped me reach the back strands, God bless him.

Normal hair.

My fancy cap! Very trendy right now. Oh, and I'm wearing David's mowing the lawn shirt. It's pretty fantastic.

We slather on the bleach.
Over an hour of wearing the cap and it started getting a little old.

Bleach out. Wayne's World! Wayne's World!

We used the gloves putting the bleach on, so we used our bare hands putting in the color. Not a super great idea. Duh, you would have thought, but I didn't. My hands were almost black with the pink dye and David's were almost black with the blue dye. While my hair was drying, we tried everything to get the stain off. I kept apologizing to David. We Googled ideas. Somebody suggested one of the Magic Erasers. Then some guy commented, "Dummy, that has bleach in it, that's not good for your hands!" True. But it would work. Soooooo...we soaked our hands in bleach. IT WORKED. And now my fingernails are very, very white.

The results (in different light). Please excuse the humidity-laden dullness of my hair. Florescent lighting is not good to me.

To sum up...we're having fun, you look young. A little Friends humor there for you.

To sum up (for real)...if you want rainbow strands, go to a professional. I spent $8 on the coloring kit. The brand was Splat. You get what you pay for. It worked, don't get me wrong. But it was most definitely not worth the 3 hours it took. The colors aren't as vivid as I wanted them and I feel like they'll wash out in 2 weeks (supposed to last up to 6 months...ha...we'll see). Actually, if you have blonde hair, I feel like it would work a ton better. Next time, I'm going to see Sara Beth.

The end.

Friday, July 22, 2011


Who's got two thumbs and is glad it's Fruduh? THIS GAL. That doesn't work as well when it's typed.'s the weekend. WOOT.

So, I had big plans to tell y'all about my summer semester roommate today, but alas, today got in the way of today. So, I'll tell you on Monday.

For now, here are some pic-a-tures of the little ladies that live with us.

When you ask for a get a kiss.

Talking to Rosa.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Tie-Dye, Slides, and Cupcakes

Saturday morning, we all headed over to the park to celebrate Sasha and Marina being home for a year! Time. has. flown. I remember the day they landed at the airport with Shane and Brandi, preggers with Finn, unbeknownst to her at the time. Oh, that's such a fun story. I went up to hug Marina and Sasha at the party, telling them we were so happy they were here, to which I got the replies, in thick Russian accents, "Yes, yes...we aahre hchghappy to be hchghere." Whenever Brandi or Shane tell us a Sasha or Marina story, I always picture them smoking big cigars, even though they're not allowed to. They have the best accents.

It was a tie-dye party to boot! Such a cute idea. Brandi had set up all of the supplies. I've actually never tie-dyed anything before. And now I'm hooked. I'm going to start tie-dying everything...rugs, towels, the car. It's going to be beautiful. Here's the shirts I did for the girls.

There was a plethora of other kiddos there. The girls love playing with their own kind. It's fun to watch the social interaction of toddlers. They establish a hierarchy and form a government. They usurp each other and everybody takes turns at the leadership position, but for the most part, they just want to slide.

Masters of the Playground

"Rabbit, you're out of line."

Harper: "Holls, that cardigan is pretty tight, girl."
Holland: "Yeah, man. Those madras shorts are sweet."

"Ugh, I'm soooo over it. Playgrounds...blegh."


Harper demonstrates the most non-efficient way to go down a slide.

Piper Lee demonstrates the most regular way to go down a slide.

Traffic jam in the tunnel!

"Good game, Brooks, good game."

" forgot your glittery star."

"Here you go. Carry on."

"I'll IS easier to go down this way."

Playground Repose

I Must Lick Everything:
The Taste of Freedom

Forlonging in th--hey, cupcakes!

The Tunnel is a Safe Haven:
A Public Playground from a Child's Point of View

There was a couple there, I just now realized I never learned their names, but they had a sweet little boy named Manning and Piper Lee was quite taken with him. She approached the dad and meekly crawled into his lap to get a better view of the sleeping baby, who was OUT COLD.

Cupcake break!

"Let's see what this guy over here has to eat..."

"Well, hello, Taylor. Listen, we don't want to hurt you, but there's two of us and only one of you. Give us the hotdog and you get to live another day."

"No? Alright. Guess we'll have to do this the hard way."

The hard way.

"OMG, crawling through this tunnel will be the BEST. THING. EVER!"

"Still fun! It's still fun!"

"Meh. That was dumb."

Fat kid on the playground, comin through!