MY BABY CAN READ!!

Well not yet but he will be because i just watched the most amazing infomercial ever and if you have read about me in the past i'm a sucker for infomercials (i.e.nutrisystem). But seriously this was an insane infomercial. it's basically a series of dvds and books that teach your baby as young as 8 moths to read and by 3 years old they're reading at a 3rd grade level! (results may vary).  

So i so ordered this because it's fricken amazing to see these little babies read.  I'm still in shock.  I'll let you know how my babies are doing (I'm putting them all on baby "book" camp, get it?) look it up on you tube i'm serious!! i tried to post it on here but i can't figure it out.  

Boogers are a beauty...(thanks hols)

This is what Zaiah tells me while we're driving in the car. She has several bad habits but the worst by far is the nose picking. She does it without even thinking about it. I tell her constantly to get her finger out of her nose...she has the tiniest nose on the planet. I know there aren't that many bugers (how do you spell that anyway, don't think i've ever typed that word before.) ****my lovely friend holly filled me in on the booger spelling ****in her nose. That's all i really have to say about that...don't know why i feel you need to know about it. *** i should send this picture into america's top mama....

Oh yeah so I guess i don't really care too much about my brain because I finished off that 12 pack of diet coke and my mom brings me about 8 more today! Guess she doesn't care about my brain either... This weekend we're going up to San Fran for my 10 year high school reunion. I went to an all girls catholic high school by the way. Only about 300 girls in the whole school and about 90 in my senior class. Should be pretty fun. Doesn't seem like a lot of the girls have changed a whole lot. Most of them still live in the bay area, have successful careers like financial planner or vp of something or other. Lot of them aren't married, no kids, or just getting pregnant and here i am with 3 kids, no career, living in my parents house (well a house they bought) going no where. This'll be a fun reunion. I wanted to lose like 20 lbs before i went but i guess it's too late now. Oh well i still got the "i'm nursing" excuse going for me.

Drink diet coke and you will die...

I love diet coke.  I love it really cold, from a fountain, out of a can, in my mouth.  I love it all.  I get a high from the first sip I take of it.  Its like my crack cocaine.  But I only have one a day.  That's it.  Not too bad right?  Anyway I just bought a 12 pack and brought one to work with me.  I crack it open at work and start telling my coworker how much I love diet coke and she goes on to tell me how many horror  stories she's heard of people (friend of a friend of a friend sort of a thing) who have died for no reason and the only thing they all had in common was that they are all avid diet coke drinkers.  She said that diet coke eats away at your brain.  Well that was enough for me.  I went and poured out my diet coke in the sink and that's the end of that. I have a 12 pack sitting in my fridge if any of you don't care about your brains come and take it away from me. I can't stand to throw it away. I totally think my brain is half eaten.  I have the worst memory, i can't think of what I want to say all the time. I thought it was because of all the weed i smoked in high school/college.  But now i think it's really the diet coke.

Not a happy week.....

Seriously how rad is this picture. My mom has been teaching Zaiah spanish and so now Zaiah always says Gracias for everything but there's a catch. You have to say De Natha (don't know how to spell it really) which means you're welcome. You have to say it or she'll just keep saying gracias gracias gracias gracias over and over and over again till your eyes bleed.

THis sweet little face is the one entity in this universe that can push every single button in my body (oh no wait not counting my husband) to the point where I think I am clinically going crazy. LIke lock me in the mental hospital crazy. Like drowning her in the bathtub crazy.....okay not that far don't go calling the police on me. I struggle so much with her. It sucks so bad because i feel sometimes like I can't even have fun with her because I'm so mad at her and I just can't get over it. Like today she was super duper whiney and just crying over everything. I was so bugged by her. Then we go to soccer practice and she's all pumped and playing with me. SHe tells me she's going to play with the rest of the team and seemed really into it. I'm that crazy soccer mom on the side of the field yelling at the referee, the coach, and their kid at the same time. I would be the mom that get's red carded and kicked off the field. I'm that crazy about soccer. ANyways......as soon as the coach and the rest of the kids shows up Zaiah won't do anything and just stands there the whole time and is "too shy". Oh my gosh i wanted to kill her (okay that's my second reference to killing my kid don't be alarmed it's just a figure of speech). I walked home by myself and Ben drove the kids home and I just prayed that God would teach me how to be a better mom to Zaiah. To extend my already burned fuse so i can just love her and have patience with her. Lord help me.
In other news....somebody is teething in our family. No not me, not ben, not even the baby....it's Zeke. Yes he's almost three but he's getting his two year molars. He's been a whiney little biscuit too, snotty nose, just all around fussy and if you look all the way in the back of his mouth you can see why. He has four bulging (and i mean BULGING like a european man in a speedo) molars. Ouch.
News flash number 3!!! Ben sold his motorcycle.....everyone say hip hip hooray on the count of three....one....two...three....did you do it for reals????? I did. I'm so happy. IT was awsome too because our friend Jesse sold it within a day for the same price that Ben bought it for (on Craigslist of course). Bennie never even got his license he just thought he'd have time to restore the bike to a cafe racer whatever that means.....seriously I think he needs drug testing because he's delusional. So he sold the bike and bought a truck. That's a whole nother story i don't feel like getting into....
And last but not least I went back to work (insert frownie face here). It really hasn't been that bad. My mom said the baby has been amazing but she's only had to watch him so far. Friday will be the real test when she has to watch all 3!!! Time flys when i'm there because I have so much stuff to do that I really don't mind being at work and i get to rock out to 92.5 to such great hits as red red wine and i saw the sign by ACE OF BASE ( YEAH BABY!) on my way to work. RaTHER THAN MY usual rocking out song of Mary had a little lamb that Zeke makes me listen to over and over and over.
My only dilema is that my mom is staying with us all week long. YIKES!!! I like going to work early so that i can get off early. Ben goes in early for that same reason. My mom lives in Santa Maria and can't really be driving here at 5:00 in the morning every day so she decided it'd be best to live at our house. Hence my immediate purchase of a trailer parked in my backyard for her to stay in but she said "no i'll just sleep in the kids room on the floor." "No wait mom, i don't think you get it....i just bought a trailer for you to sleep in....nevermind." So whatever she goes to work at 1 and doesn't get home (our home) until about 10:45pm. It's just kinda wierd you know. I'm thankful for her willingness to help though don't get me wrong. I'm no ingrate!!!