I have ambitions and dreams. . .but luckily none of them involve killing royalty and setting myself up as queen. I don't plan on going crazy either. But that one might be more likely. Oh and I do occasionally mumble about "damn spots", but fortunately they are only regarding the incessant laundry.
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. :)
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.
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.