Saturday, December 10, 2011

The Tuesday Shearing


The day after I touched down in Utah, I herded myself over to Shep's for my shearing. I couldn't let the guys have all the fun with shaving their heads. I couldn't quite bring myself to that level of bravery, but believe me, I was terrified enough with the prospect of having boy short hair. I wish I could lend some additional support to my Aunt, Grandma and Chris, but I hope they know how much I love them and how often I am thinking and praying for them. Cancer sucks, but they are heroes. Thanks for your amazing examples. Love you!

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Bald Friday

We have some pretty great friends from high school and even scattered across the country we manage to keep in touch. Our friend Chris has been diagnosed with Hodgkin Lymphoma. My Aunt and Grandma both have breast cancer. So Russ decided to join with a bunch of our friends on Friday and shave his head in support of those close to us who are going through chemo and cancer. It was a very powerful experience and I feel so grateful to be able to be surrounded by such amazing, wonderful people in my life and I hope those going through such hard times know how much we love and support them and are praying for them everyday.

I told Russ if he keeps his baldness up, he'll probably match his son in a few months.

Russ let me play beauty parlor and I frosted his hair a few days before the shaving


The Final Product

Friday, November 25, 2011

The Chambers Move to Georgia!

Our family had the best time driving down to visit Marilyn and her family in Georgia. We first met up at the Cabbage Patch Headquarters. The girls loved wandering around and looking at the myriads of dolls and watching the birthing of a new cabbage patch doll. The grown-ups found the birthing and some of the dolls disturbing and the whole thing was a little hokey, but that made it all the more fun. I was ashamedly bursting with laughter when a high school, Jonas Brothers wanabee, was talking about mother cabbage being almost ten leeks dilated and more horrible puns were dropping from his serious mouth.  We finished the evening with a Georgia classic dinner at Zaxby's and then it was off to the Lake house. A rousing session of Uno and the girls watching the Disney channel had to be taken care of before it was off to bed. We spent the next day wandering the lake, watching an impressive band number from the Super Six, complete with a huge stick posing as a bass, rock drums and a guitar made form an old Dorito bag and another stick. We ate at a pretty authentic Italian restaurant complete with slow service and blackened pizza crust, but very yummy pasta. The girls spent the rest of the afternoon going crazy in the jacuzzi and we had a delicious dinner of taco soup. We kept Marilyn up late chatting into the wee hours. What a fabulous weekend. I love this adult version of a sleepover. Now I just need them to come and be our guests so I can return the favor.

Cabbage Patch Baby Land- AKA glorified gift shop :)

Adventures at and Around the Lake House

Monday, November 21, 2011

It's going to be. . .

a boy! We have no idea what to do with one of those, but we are so excited to fumble, I mean, figure that out. And I hope he looks just like this. . .

and acts just like him.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Disneyworld Oct. '11

Charleston, SC

Magic Kingdom

Animal Kingdom and MGM


Magic Kingdom

Savannah, GA

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Eno River Outing

The sickness has left my body. And let me tell you, this peasant is rejoicing. I'm still tired as an infant, but it's loads better than puking and moaning and total couch dwelling. This is enabling me to actually want to move past a five foot radius from something reclinable. One such glorious day we headed to the river for some walking and water playing. It was so beautiful, but I missed Luna. She would have loved it.

Southern Saturday

Whew. So between computer severe computer malfunctions, vacation and pregnancy, this blog has been suffering and I'm sure so have you. HA HA. So around a month ago we had what I would consider a southern Saturday. We picked us some cotton, reveled in the good old days of the confederacy while a canon was fired. Genevieve even signed up to join the confederate army. The South has already corrupted her. Pictures to follow. . .

Monday, October 10, 2011

I Hate These Things!

I like animals. I like bugs. I'm even so crazy as to refuse to kill them when I find them in the house. Instead, they get the royal treatment of a carriage ride via a cup and paper, back to the great outdoors. I love North Carolina. It's beautiful here. I love living in a forest and the variety of birds that sing outside everyday. I love how fall is truly fall. I get to enjoy nice full months of mild temps. and beautiful leaves.

What I hate with every fiber of my being are mosquitoes. They are bugs and this fantastic weather has them lingering into November.  I'm pretty sure God could have been talking solely about mosquitoes when Adam and Eve were tossed out of the garden and there was going to be torment instead of paradise. Mosquitoes love to eat me and my children. We can't even go outside and play because we will be eaten alive. Gen and I have the misfortune of being mildly allergic to them. Our little bites swell to the size of golf balls. Hannah has the horrible habit of scratching her bites until she has horrible lesions all over her body. She seriously looks like the plague has found it's way back to her. The bites also cause extreme sleep disruption. We have little visitors constantly waking us up with complaints of severe itching and not being able to sleep. And finally I'm always in slightly panicky, mad state when making our way from the car to the house. I find myself fumbling with my keys and freaking out to get us all inside before the beasts can have their feast. I'm constantly saying, "hurry shut the door before the mosquitoes come in". And then I'm ticked because all of this is because of some practically microscopic creature that provides absolutely no benefit to the ecosystem and are instead harbingers of horrible diseases and maddening scratching. I hate you mosquitoes and if I had it my way, I would obliterate you off the face of the earth forever.  You suck and not in a hot, good vampire way.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

An Awesome Surprise

The cute kid, causing all the problems.
Yesterday was a knock-down drag-out fight with "pregnancy sickness". While trying to literally throw Genevieve's sandwich into a bag, I was desperately fighting the urge to puke. I hate throwing up. I avoid it at all costs and I'm pretty good at mind-controlling my way out of the actual throwing up bit. I do not ascribe to the whole "I feel better after I throw up" thing. Yesterday, was a huge exception. No amount of ice on the neck, sitting down on the kitchen floor or psychological tricks kept me from hurling myself to and into the kitchen sink twice in fifteen minutes. I know man cannot survive by bread alone, but how about Zesta crackers?

Genevieve and Hannah have been so incredibly sweet and understanding about this pregnancy. I'm constantly surprised at their attitudes. Genevieve asks if my back hurts periodically (thankfully not yet, but I say yes anyway. Who is going to pass up a massage? Not me!) and then will offer me a massage. They both will fetch me things if I can't seem to find my way off the couch and are weirdly tolerant of my need for more down time. Hannah does seem to still enjoy throwing herself onto my abdomen and generally squishing my belly, but Gen gets it, and constantly tells her to "not hurt the baby" and then she will rush over to me and stoke my face and tummy and give me a kiss on the cheek and ask if I'm ok. They also says some pretty funny things. As I was emptying my innards, Gen was rubbing my back and gave this nugget of info "I'm sorry mom, I guess the baby is getting bigger." She then offered to get me a glass of ice and water. So yeah I have some very cute, sweet nurses at hand. It makes the puking almost bearable. Almost.

It appears as though I'm being kicked, although I can't feel it yet.

Look at those brains!

Monday, September 26, 2011

Fire-Breathing Dragons

I'm not going to lie, our house needs some serious help. There is a lot of clutter and a lot of toys scattered all over the place. Yeah this pregnancy is kicking my trash. It's winning and the house is also winning. Soon the house's goal of having chaos rein will be complete. I get sad because then I don't really want people to come over, because I know I can't make it presentable, but then I remember that I feel disgusting and I don't really want to do anything, but lie still, so I guess the sickness and exhaustion take care of both.

As I said, there is a lot of clutter, so I was completely shocked when one the girls' plastic lizard moved and scurried under the fridge. I've never had a real life lizard in my house. I didn't even know that was possible unless you lived in Hawaii. What surprised me more than our unexpected house guest, was my subsequent reaction. I worked at the Bean Museum for five years and handled turtles, snakes and lizards on a daily basis, but I think I've lost my mojo. After he/she ran under our fridge, I should have turned on the mighty lizard hunter, but instead I was paralyzed with, "I have no clue of what to do". Then we had to leave for church and who knows where he is right now. That thought is so disturbing to me. I realized I'm not exactly worried about him making a home in our home, but I'm worried about him dying in our house. That idea creeps me out! Yikes. So I've found myself not wiping up some minor water spills, hoping that this will keep our little friend from rotting in an unknown corner. I know something is really bothering me when I dream about it and of course Mr. Reptilian, made the dream reel. Apparently he is really a tiny fire-breathing dragon. So if our house goes up in flames, there will be a reason and a positive--My house will finally be tidy and our little dragon is still alive.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Thirty is Feeling Really Old

So it's official. All of the throwing up, feeling like a want to die, being excessively tired is actually not for naught. There is a baby in there. The supreme, all-knowing wheel has deemed the due date to be April 5th, however the magical wand of the ultrasound believes that I am a week behind that. Who knows who will win?! Oh the excitement. I have been so much more sick with this pregnancy. I'm feeling so old and like each pregnancy is rapidly wearing me down. How do people have twelve children? How do people have five? I'm definitely struggling through this third one, that's for sure. Drumroll please. . .here is the first picture of our cute alien child.

Monday, September 12, 2011

First Day of School

First Day (Part day)
I'm still reeling from having a child old enough to be gone seven hours of the day. Genevieve did preschool last year, but I'm still weirded out from having her gone for a good portion of the day. Genevieve has always been an extremely clingy child since the very beginning, so we've been attached at the hip for five, seemingly long years. I wasn't sad when she stepped on the bus, just worried, confused and waiting for this to become normal. She loves school so far and loves riding the bus and my life has certainly gotten easier, but it's still just so bizzare.
First Full Day and First Day on the Bus!

After 1st full day. . . I think she likes it!

Hannah also started preschool. We were all worried, since she has such a rough time with nursery and babysitters. The first day she was stonewalling the teachers and the kids when I left, but no tears. And when I picked her up she was SO happy. She is itching to get to school as soon as Genevieve is off to school. And now I have time every day to myself. Yeah I'm feeling extremely spoiled. This is the life. I'm definitely living the dream.

First Day of Preschool

Not sure about all this

After school-So happy!

Wednesday, August 24, 2011


So I have a pretty amazing mom and my kids have a pretty cool Grams. My mom just watched my kids for a week while Russ and I got to hang out in Maui. The girls were absolutely spoiled and did the coolest projects, parties and activities that I'm pretty sure they'll be sad when it's back to the non-Martha Stewart days at our place. I wonder if they'll be asking when we are leaving again. :)

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Tennis Bliss

Last week I headed up to Stanford to try and get tickets for a match between Serena and Sharapova. Unfortunately it was all sold out and there weren't even any scalper tickets out there, but I had an awesome time taking in the atmosphere and standing behind the 49er Cheerleaders as ESPN covered the pregame talk between Mary Jo and Patrick McEnroe. I provided a hilarious contrast in my huge floppy hat and sunglasses going crazy behind the perfectly poised and perfectly put-together Barbie look-a-likes in front of me. When I get to my parents I'll have to figure out a way to get the recording off their TV and onto here. I had a great time going crazy and watching myself on TV. Who knew it could be so much fun?! I snagged us some tickets for the semis the following night. We picnicked, took in the grounds and then watched the match. I'd like to say the kids were captivated, but that would be a lie. It was challenging to keep them quiet and watching while still trying to enjoy the match. We found the ESPN booth again and this time the kiddos made it on TV (I think you could sort of see Russ and I). Then we waited around a long time to get our giant tennis ball signed by Mary Jo Fernadez, Serena Williams and Sabine Lisicki. What a dreamy night.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Next she'll be licking the bathroom Floor

Wasn't sticking everything in your mouth a stage that was supposed to end in infancy? Well Genevieve is shockingly holding strong to placing all sort of vile things in her mouth. This behavior is surprising not only because of her age, but because she is typically a clean freak. Just yesterday I caught her running her finger along the filthy car, trailing a clean streak the length of the door, and then placing the nasty finger right into her mouth. She indulges in this practice any chance she gets despite all of my long-winded discouragement. The same day I found her sucking on the shopping cart, some chain at the grocery store and her toy dolphin. Freud would be afraid for her and definitely label her as orally fixated. She's going to be a pen chewer, manipulator and damaged in some other horrible way and once again it's all my fault for not breast feeding her long enough. Whatever. Freud you were absolutely crazy and Gen, well I don't know.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Apples to Oranges

I've got a lot to learn. This is made evident in a lot of ways. Occasionally, but painfully, it involves me being publicly humiliated. Sometimes it's from the grief my children give me or the wise, surprising things that come from their mouths, but most of the time it's because I find myself lacking against someone else.

Comparing yourself is complete foolishness. And I find myself delving into its self-intoxicating power all the time. Cerebrally I don't think anyone should ever compare themselves to someone else, especially when within that comparing we decide we are better or worse than someone else. I have no idea why as human beings, and maybe especially as women, we constantly find ourselves falling into this trap. I want to be free from assuming someone is better than I am at this or that. I really have only a pinprick of vision into who they are as a whole, and what their life, their struggles or triumphs truly are. I do think that we can learn to be better by watching others' example, we just have to leave out the comparing bit.

We went on a train adventure with some lovely ladies of the Bay Area. It's always good to get out and do something different with myself and the girls, but it came with a bit of stressfulness and exhaustion. Imagine 30 kids, 8 moms trying to heard children onto a train, through the streets of Palo Alto and into a diner for lunch. Yeah all those kids waiting for an hour to get some food to eat. Craziness. Poor diners, poor mothers. Then we had to march back and hope the kids didn't get run over or fall into the tracks waiting forty-five minutes for the train to get there. And here is my lesson. There is a woman who is a pillar of strength and crazy mothering skills. Watching and listening to her, I want to be like her. Sometimes I think people are all a lot of show and talk and even though they act the perfect part and make me feel terrible as a person, deep down, I know it's all a facade. She was nothing like that. I want to like where I'm at, like she does, and most of all I want to look outside myself and my insecurities, forget myself and look out for everyone else around me. Too bad wanting and doing aren't the same thing, then I'd be there.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Forest and the Sea

A dream day has to be when you can be both in a gorgeous forest with Redwoods towering stories above you and then lying on the beach listening to the waves. Again, that's why this place costs so freakin' much to live here. I'm serious. . .try $865,900 for a 1,000 sq. foot home, bitty yard, 1956 boxy starter home. No joke. But I think this is what you must be paying for. . .

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There was a bug (hence the face), but I just had to get a picture before the rescue-I'm such a mean mom.

Resting mid-hike

Father of the Forest

I know our future is scary if these are its mothers.

Yummy Farm Fresh Mexican Enchiladas and Quesadilla

Seriously BEST ice cream I've ever slung a lip over.

He's So Hot!