Tuesday, April 27, 2010

what i want for mothers' day

1. Someone to pick out my outfits every day. (Preferably using someone else's wardrobe.)

2. Someone to do my makeup and hair every day.

3. A week off of work. I know I just took a 4-month break recently, but another week would be niiiice.

4. And waffles. With strawberries. And whipped cream. And nutella. And sausage links on the side. But mostly nutella.

Yeah, that sounds nice.

Friday, April 23, 2010

budgeting for chocolate

Christian and I have been budgeting. We're using new software that has proven to be 1) easy, 2) addicting to play with, and 3) eye-opening. We have set ourselves budgets for everything from our rent to fast food (which is budgeted at $0 since that has to come out of our allowance).

I just got a call from Christian, who is at the store.


Christian: Okay, so I have a really dumb question for you.

Molly: Um, okay.

Christian: Do we have a budget for chocolate?


Only we would have a budget for chocolate. I swear that has been a staple in our house lately. Just ask the candy drawer. But no, we did not plan a budget for chocolate. Let's categorize that as "groceries." I mean, it is a staple and all.

pitocin

Do you guys read cjane's blog? Have you been reading her birth story? I love reading birth stories, and hers has been quite entertaining so far. I haven't even finished reading the last part. I had to take a break to vent here first.

So her water broke. And she stayed home. And she stayed home. And she stayed home.

And every time she mentions how much longer she stayed home, I get all worked up inside about the fact that my hospital told me I had to come in 2 hours after my water broke! Seriously. It is making me soooo mad. I wanted to stay home! Grrrr. Double grrrrrrr.

Don't get me wrong, I thought Graham's birth was awesome. But I'm still a little (okay, a lot) annoyed that I went to the hospital so early. My doctor had told me I could stay home for 12 hours after my water broke, but when I checked in with the hospital, they said "no way" to the whole 12 hours thing. I know it was only because they wanted to know who would be filling their labor and delivery rooms that night.

Next time my water breaks, I'm going to wait hours and hours and hours before I even call the hospital.

Grrrrrr.

Okay, heading back to finish reading her birth story.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

happy half birthday, graham!

Happy Half Birthday to our favorite little boy in the universe!

We just can't get enough of you!

Monday, April 19, 2010

dear hair

Dear hair on the top of my head,

Please be 6 inches longer when I wake up in the morning. And less pouffy. But mostly just longer.


Dear hair on the rest of my body,

Please be gone when I wake up in the morning.


Much appreciated,

Molly

Friday, April 16, 2010

de-cluttering tip

From a post I found called 15 Great Decluttering Tips. Check out the rest, but this one tickled my fancy.

"The One-Year Box. Take all your items that you [are] unsure about getting rid of (e.g. “I might need this someday…”), put them in a box, seal it and date it for 1 year in the future. When the date comes, and you still didn’t need to open it to get anything, donate the box WITHOUT OPENING IT. You probably won’t even remember what there was in the box."

I have a better idea. Take all your items you are unsure about getting rid of. Put them in a box, seal it, date it for 1 year in the future, then immediately take it to Goodwill and get rid of it. If you're putting it in a box and sealing it, trust me--you won't remember what's in it and you won't need it. Ha!

Thursday, April 15, 2010

nesting, post-baby

Some days I'm fine. Some days I'm (as Christian so eloquently stated) annoying.

I can't handle our apartment. Even when it's clean, there is clutter. I'm not talking about my obvious problem with large items of furniture (huge piano, huge mirror, huge trunk in the living room). I'm talking about the small things.

That pile of stuff under the kitchen table. What is down there, anyway? I'm embarrassed to say that I don't know.

That catch-all corner of the kitchen counter. (How's that for alliteration?) I spy coins, nail clippers, fish food, receipts, headache medicine, buttons, corn nuts (?). Oh yeah. And the fish himself.

That pile of papers in the hallway. I'm pretty sure it's Christian's old school work. Won't fit on the bookshelf because that's where we put all the books we never look at.

And let's not even mention the pile of bottle-rockets-mixed-with-who-knows-what under the bikes in our room, or the remote-control car that puts me on the edge of spewing not-so-nice words every time I try to get my bike out of our room.

Make it go away! Make it all go away! I'm not even exaggerating. It is driving me crazy. And when I'm not happy, everyone in our house (except Graham) suffers. Just ask Christian. I think he's afraid of me when I start frantically cleaning at 10 o'clock at night. No. Correction. I know he's afraid of me. He very nicely asks me to go to bed before I, um, blow up. I'm pretty lucky I have him.

So let's get to the bottom of this. Am I just having issues because I'm away from home all day and miss my baby? I'm certainly not pregnant, so this can't be nesting. Or maybe I feel like I'm never home so I expect my home to be a perfect safe haven when I get home late at night. Instead I see the clutter and it makes me crazy. Those of you who took psychology classes in college, please over-analyze my situation and tell me why I'm practically jumping out of my skin over clutter.

Help! Does anyone have a 12-step plan to de-clutter your house? Seriously. I need help.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

it takes a village

Or at least it takes all the neighborhood kids. Graham was quite popular during bath time yesterday. And I had a lot of helping hands. The 2-year-old kept rubbing water on Graham's face and he didn't even care. He's a sucker for attention.


And now a word from Budders himself:

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Friday, April 9, 2010

purse i want to make

I want to make this super cute bag I saw on Say Yes to Hoboken. Love love!

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

richard and more

1. I know I'm so mean to Richard. I told him it was all for the ratings. Although it turns out he hadn't told his sister about E and she found out through my blog. Oops! To make it up to him, let me tell you more about Richard. He is doing AWESOME. (Awesomely?) His 3rd-quarter report card just came in and he has all A's and B's with only one C+ (though he was trying hard for a B). Way to go Richard!! We have not had to bug him about school at all this semester. He is doing great all on his own. Every day he gets himself up for 6am seminary--church scripture study for high school students. He has been better about not missing days now that E is in the picture, which is juuust fiiine with us. And he is about to fill out his mission papers! I can't believe he will be graduating in just over 2 months and likely leaving on his mission in 5! Seems so soon. Excitement and senioritis all around.

2. Last week I came home with 3 of these wooden cars. I love them. I had to bring home 3 -- one for each of the 3 boys we're going to have. :) I think I could handle having all boys. Christian says no way--we have to have a girl. We'll see. It seems the Carter kids only know how to have one or the other.


3. Christian brought home a dog. 3 to be exact. Aren't these so fun? We have no idea what we are going to do with them. Probably stick them behind a dresser, rediscover them when we move out, and then get rid of them. But they are so fun!!

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

update on the mirror

No, I haven't done anything to the mirror yet. But I decided not to go with the frames idea. It sounded good in my head, but I realized it will likely look like crap in real life. My mom suggested that it might look "cluttered." That word made me cringe. Like I need one more cluttered thing in my home right now. Bleh.

SO. The frames idea is no more. Instead I will go back to my original idea of using salvaged wood from Whole House Building Supply & Salvage in East Palo Alto. I didn't want to put so much time and effort into building a frame for a mirror with scratches, but I've decided to paint on the mirror as well, covering the scratches.

You likely won't see the fruits of my labor for quite some time, but the wheels in my head are turning.

Too bad I 1) know nothing about cutting wood and/or making a HUGE frame, and 2) will have to make it in my parking spot and endure the wrath of our nosy apartment manager.

Monday, April 5, 2010

on being a working mom

Everyone is in a different situation in life. Some moms work because their husbands are in school. Some moms work because they need two incomes to survive. Some moms are the family bread-winners because it just makes sense financially. Some moms have to work because they are single parents. And some moms work because they love what they do.

I am going to give you my perspective from my stage of life.

I am a working mom. And I work two jobs. I work a full time job during the day and a part-time job at night.

Why do I work?

I work for many reasons. I work so my husband can finish school. I work so that we can pay our rent and have medical benefits. I work because my husband was laid off in July. I work a second job so that we don't have to dip too far into our savings each month. I work a second job because I love what I do and I chose to keep it. I work to be a good example to my son. I work because that is what people do.

Would I rather be at home?

Sure. Who wouldn't? I would bet that every working parent (mothers and fathers alike) would rather be at home. I think most people would love to work part time and spend a lot more time at home. Home life isn't always glamorous, but it's where your family is.

Do I resent the fact that I am working two jobs?

Not one bit. I could have quit my part-time job, but that wouldn't have been financially responsible. Christian would work two jobs in a heartbeat if our roles were reversed. That said, I love knowing that Christian and Graham are home together. Graham can't get enough of his daddy. I was secretly hoping Graham would be a mama's boy, but there's no denying he LOVES his daddy.

I am grateful that Christian and I will have a great understanding and compassion for both roles. We know what it is like to be at home and have days when we don't get anything accomplished no matter how hard we try. We know what it is like to have to walk away from a smiling baby in order to leave for work in the morning. We understand each other. For that I am grateful.

I work because that's where I am in life, and that's a pretty good reason in my book.

Friday, April 2, 2010

young me / now me



Hilarious. You've got to check out this web site. People send in pictures of themselves recreating their childhood photos. Some are hilarious. Others are, well, um, scary? We sure were cute when we were kids, huh? What happened??

Thursday, April 1, 2010

girls that rock

After reading my previous post, Madika came to my desk and said, "You really are musically sexist!"

It's not that I don't like female singers. It's just that a lot of them don't make the music I like. Hmmm. Does that sound any better?

So you out there in the blogosphere. I need your help. I need suggestions for female singers. (Christian says, "Ones that don't suck.")

I need girls that ROCK!

I love Rilo Kiley. I LOVE "Moneymaker," but the content of the song is, well, less than ideal. It's just that she sings it so well! She should rock more.

Love Santogold. She rocks. Some of her songs are too, um, techno/electronic (?) for me, but some fit just right.

Ashley has been telling me for years to get Tegan and Sara. I just keep forgetting. I'll do it!

Who do you recommend??

music

So a couple of my friends are doing this "30 days of writing" challenge. More power to them. I have no desire to commit to that, but I'm so excited to see what they write. Today was Day 1, and Maren's post about her favorite song(s) over the years had me laughing in my chair (can't really roll on the floor at work). Why? Because I realized her post was SO different than what I would have written.

I love Maren. Seriously. I love that girl. You would, too. In fact, you should get to know her. While we get along swimmingly (what does that mean anyway?), I decided our playlists would not. And this inspired me to copy her first-of-30-days post.

Let me just start by saying I never liked "boy bands," except for my New Kids on the Block and Vanilla Ice tapes back in the day. I was too young to know any better.

I'm also not a big fan of newer country music. Sure, I listened to country for a bit. But we're talking Garth Brooks style country. Thunder Rolls. Chattahoochee. Sold (Ruby Red Lips Blond Hair Blue Eyes...). Certainly NOT Shania Twain. Man, she annoyed (ahem, annoys) me. I could do without Faith Hill, too. Rascal Flats? Don't even know what they sing.

Music from the padres? Those would be the records in the dining room cabinet. The Mamas and The Papas. Limelighters. The Beatles. Peter Paul and Mary. Simon and Garfunkel. My dad loves Ray Charles, but I don't remember him playing it while we were growing up.

The Beastie Boys were a staple music in our family. Lots of music from the older siblings. Depeche Mode. Erasure. The Cars. Howard Jones. Talking Heads. INXS. The Cure. The Police. Violent Femmes. Radiohead.

Then there was a little Edie Brickel, Tracy Chapman, and the like. I liked them, but I don't like most girlie singers. (Not that Tracy Chapman is girlie. She sounds like a man.) Call me musically sexist. However, I did like Frente, No Doubt, and Blondie. I'd rather gag than listen to Sarah McLachlan or anyone like her.

Then there were the early high school years when we listened to a lot of Creedence Clearwater Revival. Sublime. Wu-Tang Clan. Bob Marley. (What a list. No, I never did marijuana.) The Clash. Cindi Lauper. Weezer. Rancid. Rage Against the Machine. Goldfinger. And a little Cyprus Hill from Amy. That's also when I found a Social Distortion tape in one of our cars. Left there, I'm sure, by an older sibling. I still love Social D.

Once I started going to the young adult ward (church congregation of young adults) in Cupertino, I got to know Aaron, who made mix tapes (CDs) for everyone. For this I am eternally grateful. New Order. The Verve. Oasis. The Smiths. Suede. Travis. Starsailor. Keane. Coldplay. Beck (who I saw in concert BY MYSELF during college because I didn't seem to know anyone at BYU cool enough to go with me).

And in my life with Christian I have added to the list. Kaiser Chiefs. The Bravery. Snow Patrol. The Killers. The Kooks. Santogold. Death Cab for Cutie.

Today, I'm in the mood for the artists in bold.

Tell me. Did I forget anything?

Edits:

Yes. I forgot Muse, The Shins, and Rilo Kiley! Saw Editors live and wasn't impressed. Maybe I'll give them a second chance.

LOVE Hip Hop. But more of the underground style. Love the old stuff like Tribe Called Quest. Can't stand that Soulja Boy, Walk it Out, and Blow the Whistle crap. Christian and I don't see eye to eye on this.