olive-us

I think I'm back.....

2010-06-15T22:42:00.000-07:00

These pictures are all it took to bring me out of my blogging retirement.
I just had to share.

p.s.
It took Kasey all of two minutes to take these, thanks to her efficiency and a promise of sour balls to cooperative models.

Spooning and Sleeping Kung Fu Panda Moves

2010-02-19T15:21:00.000-08:00

The crib is gone.

Maggers is now in a big girl bed with her sister. Has been for about a month now.

And guess what?

She's actually sleeping. Gets up only once, which is waaaaaayyy better than the four to six times a night in the crib.

It's safe to say that she's never slept better.

As for Olive... I think she has.

19 Months

2010-02-16T22:42:00.001-08:00

Each night when praying to Jesus to give me the patience, strength and stamina required to parent my sweet Maggers, I first thank Him for blessing me with such an amazing child.

Confessions: Part I

2010-01-19T15:29:00.000-08:00

I watch the Bachelor, yes I do.

Each week I voluntarily watch in horror as these "women" make fools of themselves on national television all for the hopes of being chosen as Jake's permanent "copilot".

It's a mess, yes.

But, I absolutely love it! It has got to be THE most painfully awkward show I have ever watched! Both Rob and I are loyal viewers of this fine television program. We can't get enough of it! So much in fact, that I now follow a weekly blog, written by an old friend from high school, that divulges the inside scoop on all the juicy, horrendous drama that makes the Bachelor so very special.

So, as I read today about all the behind the scenes "facts", I was absolutely HORRIFIED to find out that this very informed source who writes this column SWEARS he knows who indeed Jake choses to ride on his wings of love.....

HER!

... oh, sorry! That's not her!
That's David Lee Roth from Van Halen.

O.K..... It's HER!

ooops! My mistake.

That's the guy(?) from Twisted Sister.
I'm sorry, it's so confusing.

It's HER!

VIENNA Lee Roth Twisted Sister!!!!!!!!

Are you screaming? Because, I sure am!

Now, I definitely won't miss one second of this show to see if this outrageous outcome is true!!!

A Sneak Peek...

2009-12-30T14:19:00.000-08:00

at an intricate part of Rob's EXTREMELY manly parade float costume.

That's right.

Those are man tights.

Hopefully Rob doesn't become too attached to these striped beauties because they are on loan. The best part about his costume reveal at last night's "Float Rider Dinner" was when he saw the tights he leaned in close to me and asked in a very serious tone...

"Do I put these on OVER or UNDER my boxers?"

I died.

Here he is in full garb as "Prince Valiant". He will be seated solo at the very front of the float in a plane that is approximately 30 feet in the air.

Here is the group riding the float.

The Trader Joe's float is in the 47th position out of 92 entries in the parade. They should be on television anywhere between 8:45am to 9:00 am. We are so excited!

He's Ready For His Close-Up

2009-12-28T21:02:00.000-08:00

My Rob.

Thanks to a lovely letter written by one of Rob's coworkers, the powers that be at the Trader Joe's headquartes selected him to be one of seven riders on this year's Rose Parade float. Because of this, all of us are the recipients of a four day, all expenses paid, trip to Pasadena!

Here is the official Trader Joe's float. Look for it this New Year's morning.
And, when you've found it, look for my husband. He will most likely be the one cheese-ing it up for any camera pointed in his direction, with perfect hair and excessive stage make-up (as per his request).

Happy New Year!

My Favorite Visitors

2009-12-28T20:58:00.000-08:00

Last week my sister, Ryan and all three boys came into town for Christmas. It was nonstop fun! I absolutely love my sister and love that our children are so close, despite the obvious distance.

These three kill me.
They play together so well and it's a constant party when all together. Their relationship is very special.

What's equally as special is the strong cousinly love happening between the babies.

I mean, look at the sweet and loving way he looks at her.
So precious.

Can't Wait!

2009-12-26T11:01:00.000-08:00

Found this online and screamed.

"Twenty-three years ago, at the height of his phenomenal entertainment career, Michael Jackson joined forces with Disney to create “Captain EO,” a groundbreaking 17-minute 3D film experience.
We are excited to confirm that the classic musical spectacular that thrilled Disneyland park guests from 1986 – 1997, will return for an exclusive, limited engagement at Disneyland park beginning in February 2010!

The attraction’s return to Tomorrowland will provide new audiences the opportunity to experience the original 3D production for the very first time, as well as a nostalgic look back for longtime fans wanting to see “The King of Pop” in a rare performance created for the big-screen, just one more time."

2009-12-26T10:23:00.000-08:00

Dear Santa,
Thank you so much for yet another amazing Christmas!
I must admit, after visiting you at the mall on the 23rd, I was a bit worried that you were not going to come to our house this year. I mean let's face it, it was horrible. Olive refused to talk to you and Maggers' behavior practically guaranteed a permanent spot at the top of your annual Naughty List. You were obviously not pleased with us, to say the least. Your body language alone made it very clear. So, you could imagine the surprise Rob and I felt to see all the wonderful goodies you left for us under the tree Christmas morning. Olive LOVES her dollhouse and fishing pole and I think Maggie was most excited to finish off the cookie crumbs and milk you left behind.
Thank you again for the visit and for restoring my faith in you and your forgiving ways.
See you next year (hopefully)!
Love,
Shawna

Merry Christmas!

2009-12-24T08:38:00.000-08:00

May your holiday be golden.

Love,
Olive-us

Awesome

2009-12-10T07:37:00.000-08:00

Super Awesome

Totally Awesome

"Today I Devoured....."

2009-12-09T10:24:00.000-08:00

As I single-handedly polished off the remains of a tray of fudge I made (for a party but never made it to the table because I didn't want to share), I had a thought.

Two thoughts, actually:

1. Close all curtains and blinds to ensure NO witnesses to my one man fudge eating contest.

2. What better way to embarrass myself by boasting about what my 123 pound body is capable of consuming in a weekly, daily, or perhaps hourly blog post?

So, what do you say?

Are you with me?

What are you "secretly" ingesting this magical, holiday season?

Let me know.

It feels good to get it off your chest and share.

Speaking of sharing, when describing what it is exactly you devoured that day, don't forget to include the recipe if possible.

So, without further ado, here it goes:

TODAY I DEVOURED.......

Naughty Or Nice?

2009-12-03T07:58:00.001-08:00

Today was the day we wrote our letters to Santa. As Olive and I sat down at the table full of colorful paper, stickers, markers and glitter glue, she turned to me and very seriously asked, "Mom, is Maggie on the naughty list?"

Good question.

I mean let's face it, she's naughty. So naughty in fact, "Naughty" is one of her most used nicknames. She will respond to "Naughty" when called. She even laughs when we call her that, knowing full well she is indeed, naughty.

But, it's the time of year when the label of naughty or nice is extremely important. Especially to a four year old little girl who is sternly reminded every hour or so to make "good choices" to be in the good graces of dear old Santa Claus.

In order to honestly answer this pressing issue, I decided that we needed to discuss our feelings on the subject matter and review any evidence we had. The following is what we found:

"Eating" at a SuperMex. Screaming, squealing, tongue everywhere...

NAUGHTY!

Typical mealtime.
Food untouched and squeezing out of her chair minutes after being wrestled in...

NAUGHTY!

Locked herself outside proudly flaunting a necklace she swiped from Olive's jewelry box (which was obtained by knocking it off it's table), then proceeded to taunt me by licking the window.

NAUGHTY!

Will remove her diaper ANY chance she gets. And once that cool air hits her bare hiney... let's just say I have bottles of Resolve carpet cleaner in pretty much every room in the house.

NAUGHTY!

Climbed up onto the kitchen counter (via Olive's princess throne that she pushes from the living room to the kitchen for the sole purpose of climbing) and attacked an avocado (with the skin on)...

NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY and NAUGHTY!

Quite possibly her worst offense to date:
Using a cell phone in church DURING her baptism...

HOLY NAUGHTINESS!

Although it was quite clear on what the answer was, Olive was quick to spare her sister from a stocking full of coal come Christmas morning.

"I know! If you wear a diaper and are a little sister then Santa puts you on his nice list because you're cute."

Well, that settled it.

Naughty's nice.

San Francisco

2009-12-02T21:41:00.000-08:00

How I love you so.
This year's trip was another memorable one. Not too many pictures since our camera broke. Thank goodness for the camera on my phone.

A quick stop at Harris Ranch/ "half way there" point. I think I'm spreading the H1N1 virus by merely posting this picture. But, you gotta do what you gotta do to keep the kids happy before stuffing them back into the car for another three hours. Even if it means willingly subjecting them to every germ imaginable. And no, that is not a Vietnam Vet spotting Maggers on "Blackie". That's a very beautiful me.

Maggers running away from us for the ten millionth time in one hour, with the lovely Golden Gate Bridge in the background.

Sue on a cable car. Not sure why she looks 29 in this picture.

Sue finishing the last bite of her bagel on the Roof Garden at the Fairmont Hotel (where we stayed). Not sure why it's called the Roof Garden when the rest of the hotel stands tall above it.

She's crabby.

Maggers attacking ( again, for the ten millionth time in one hour) the 19 foot, walk-through gingerbread house in the lobby of the hotel.

Rob and I were able to get away for a few hours (thank you, mom) and had a quick and much needed cocktail on the 52nd floor of the Bank of America building while watching the sunset.

View #1.

View #2.

Another wonderful trip in our favorite city.

Best Day Ever/ Miracles Do Happen

2009-12-01T20:47:00.000-08:00

Sometimes you wake up in the morning knowing what lies before you that day, but not knowing where the day will take you.

Late last night we returned home from our annual day-after-Thanksgiving-trip to San Francisco. Three fun filled days of Christmas tree lightings, shopping, cable car rides, ice skating, eating all things sourdough, and chasing Maggers down Lombard Street. When we finally arrived home after seven hours of driving, the only thing both Rob and I had the energy for was to transfer the girls from their goldfish cracker encrusted car seats to their comfy, yet freezing beds and brush our teeth.

So, today was the dreaded "back to reality" day: Unpacking the car, laundry, cleaning, sorting through the mail, trips to the grocery store, Trader Joe's, Target, taking Olive to piano lessons, etc. (I'm tired just typing about it). But, to my surprise everything went fairly well.

Suspiciously well.

First thing this morning, Rob pitched in with all the cleaning, the laundry, and basic house stuff so in no time, the house was clean and orderly.

Both Trader Joe's and Vons were uncrowded and fully stocked, with cashiers patiently waiting for me to check out as if I was the only one in the store.

And did I mention my girls?

BOTH perfectly behaved girls?

It was too good to be true! So, after piano lessons, dangerously close to dinner time, I took a chance. With empty stomachs, we went to Target. My final and most important stop. I figured with the way things were going today, I couldn't go wrong. For goodness sakes, I had Lady Luck, The Secret, Jesus, AND Santa Claus on my side! I could do this! We could do this!

And guess what?

It too, was perfect! I didn't even have to make a break to the Market Pantry snack isle to lovingly drown out the sounds of various screams of need with generic graham crackers.

So, while at the checkout counter discussing with my checker, Karen on how amazingly easy and productive the day was, JOKING with her how miracles happen, I saw it.

My heart raced as I instinctively shouted, "STOP IT!', out loud, yet to myself.

There it was.

My pat on the back. My ultimate Lady Luck/ The Secret/ Jesus/ Santa Claus gift. My Best Day Ever surprise. My miracle...

A "value pack" pack of my beloved Carmex.

That was enough to drop me to my knees in "Thank You, Lord" prayer! I had never seen the value pack before or knew it even existed!

Again, as I ripped the 3 pack from it's price tagless peg, again explaining to my new best friend Karen on how life changing this was, another miracle took place. Sweet Karen Looked me in the eyes and said, " Honey, that lip balm is on me."

I died.

Angles were singing, Santa's bells were chiming, snake eyes were on the table, and the Secret was out.

Sometimes you wake up in the morning knowing what lies before you that day, but not knowing where the day will take you.

I was glad this day was one beyond my control. In a good way.

A very good way.

Do Not Adjust Your Monitors

2009-11-25T23:38:00.000-08:00

This is real.

WAY real.

I think I'm coming back.

I miss you.

I really do.

This is the only real way to express/vent/brag/complain about my feelings/dreams/nightmares/reality/nightmare reality.

For example:

My beautiful four year old plays the piano like a dream. She had her first recital last Saturday where she played and sang (with her heaven sent, sweet, little lisp) in front of a standing-room-only crowd of 15 other piano students and their proud parents and extended families (complete strangers). There were some touchy moments were she made mistakes and was stuck and in need of help. But, she persevered and finished. She did not quit. She did not give up. I'll be darned if she didn't take up 10 minutes of the 45 minute recital on her two songs. And, when finally finished, she jumped off the piano bench, took a quick bow, and ran to me in the back of the room while shouting, "I DID IT!" I have never been more proud of her and inspired by her determination and spirit.

On the other hand, my sweet Maggers is now 16 months old. She "chooses" to only say, "momma" and "daddy" and screams and grunts for everything else her little heart desires. Her diet consists of dead bugs off the ground and dog food from my mom's 14 year old dog that is "temporarily" living with us (until she transitions to live forever with Jesus). She climbs furniture with the grace and ease of Spider-man, can open any childproof cupboard or drawer with nothing but a fork and her overgrown toenail like a baby MacGyver, and if fed after midnight, she turns into a Gremlin.

So, who do I share this with?

Rob?

Yes, but only by default.

I would MUCH rather share this with you six readers, or maybe now, one reader.

So, Dad...

How do you like my blog return? Is it a good idea? Or should I just keep my reality to myself?

Oh, Dad. If you're on the fence, I now am the proud owner of a mini-van and I have a completely irrational obsession with a 17 year old vampire.

Actually, he's 109. If that makes it any easier to swallow.

So, what do you think?

Come back or keep it to myself?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

2009-08-17T07:52:00.000-07:00

4 has never looked so fun!

We love you!! Happy Day!

Oh, Happy Day!

2009-06-21T08:28:00.000-07:00

Geez, you're the greatest.

There's nothing you can't do.

You are our hero.

We love you so, Daddy-O!

Totally Random.....

2009-06-19T22:24:00.001-07:00

EVERY time I see one of these

My inner voice screams...SSSSSQQQQUUUUIIIRRRRIREEEELLLLL!!!!!!

Because of this scene

From this movie.

Please tell me this happens or has happened to you.

Please.

Who Doesn't Love A Fun Trip To Urgent Care?

2009-06-18T09:24:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, little Maggers took a nose dive onto our "box of books", resulting in a severed frenulum.(5 points if you know what that is.)

Ouch.

Lots of tears and LOTS of blood.

Gross.

Highlights from the trip:

*Being seen by a 99 year old "doctor". (I am being very conservative with his age.)

* "Doctor" entered our room, checked Maggers chart, then asked, "So, what happened to Rocco?" Then proceeded with, "He's a big little guy."

*Convincing him that "Rocco" was Maggie and that "he" is in fact a she, to which he replied in a puzzled tone, "Really?"

* Explaining that her "tan" is her God given coloring, to which he replied, "Really?"

* Having to explain her tubes in her ears. "Doctor" was surprised to see them and VERY interested in the reasoning as to why I decided to put my nine month old through surgery.

* Sitting through a lecture about the importance of baby proofing ones home.

* Stumping "Doctor" with my "how do you baby proof books?" question at the end of his rant, I mean, lecture.

* "Doctor" telling me that there is nothing to do but "cross my fingers" that her frenulum will attach itself to her upper gum over time.

* Attempting to hide my look of shock while listening to his care instructions of "no suckers, orange juice, or fried foods for the next 72 hours".

* Attempting to hold back my urge to fire back, "She's 11 months old for goodness sake! Suckers? Orange juice? French fries? SERIOUSLY???"

* Waiting for a good twenty five minutes after his departure from our room because the pleasant and helpful nursing staff refused to let us leave due to fact that the "doctor" had yet to release us and would do so when he was done "helping" his next victim, I mean, patient.

He's Here!

2009-06-16T00:05:00.001-07:00

Tristan Kennan was born early Monday morning at 3:40am via cesarian section. Although he was four weeks early, he weighs 7 pounds and is 19 1/2 inches long. Both Kasey and Tristan are doing wonderfully! My mom and I were so fortunate to have been in town to meet this little miracle. What a perfect little baby! The entire family is overwhelmed with joy... and surprise to have this sweetest baby in our lives.

Four Grandchildren.....

2009-06-14T22:49:00.000-07:00

The fifth one may be here sooner than expected.
But, that's how Kasey does it.

Hours ago, my sister took this lovely picture of our beautiful babies. Now, on the eve of the girls and I heading back home, that third little stinker of a boy can't wait to come out and be a part of the fun.

I should be sleeping.

I should be packing.

Instead I anxiously wait for news.

While blogging.

And eating brownies.

And pacing like a zombie in and out of the boy's room. Touching their sweaty hands and kissing their warm cheeks. I just love them so. The thought of one more baby boy to smother with kisses and love like he's one of my very own.... I can't wait!

But, I must.

So, I wait.

And blog.

And eat the last crusty s'more left out on the counter which were made after tonight's photoshoot.

And wait.........

We're Ready

2009-06-09T22:13:00.000-07:00

laughing
playing
eating
hugging
trampoline
candy
late night t.v.
slumber party
Baby shower
Winco
parks
outlet shopping
Scategories
cousins
sisters
slip n' slide
ice ream pig out
bedtime stories
best friends
Rincon burritos
relaxing

Seriously???

2009-05-21T16:45:00.000-07:00

He's the best singer/ performer?

NoteTo Self...

2009-05-17T13:02:00.000-07:00

It is now time to baby-proof the house.

10 Months Old

2009-05-15T21:13:00.000-07:00

My baby.

I love her so.

$63.55

2009-05-15T20:59:00.000-07:00

for all 19 items seen here.

God bless Old Navy and their 50% off all sale items, sale.

Happy Mother's Day!

2009-05-10T08:27:00.001-07:00

I love ALL you mothers.

She Did It Again

2009-04-24T23:00:00.001-07:00

The amazing Vicki

brought over an amazing box of this amazing candy.

My Birthday Fun!

2009-04-22T20:47:00.000-07:00

In honor of my thirty...eeehheemm birthday, my family and I spent the night at the beautiful Grand Californian Hotel. It was one of the best times we have had in a while.

Maggie and I began the celebration in the lobby, while Rob cheked us into the hotel...

and Olive watched a little t.v. (a little too close to the screen).

We then headed off to D.C.A. (yes, I abbreviated) and met up with some of my "best friends" from Cars. (Olive insisted we stop by in order for them to wish me a "merry, happy birthday!".

After that, we treated ourselves to some fat free cotton candy, where I showed Olive how to eat it like a lady.

She is obviously a fast learner.

Later, we spent some time at good ole' Disneyland, waiting in 99 degree weather on Main Street, for a parade that never showed up.

Once we were burnt to a crisp, cranky and coming down off our sugar high, we spent some time at the hotel's pool.

I must say, we had a blast.

Sweet sunburn.

Now, I am not one to match my girls, but these swimsuits were so cute (and so on sale) that I couldn't pass them up. Nor could I pass up this cute photo op of the two of them in their cute (wet and soggy) suits, playing around on (my side of) the bed.

So excited!

My wonderful mother showed up later in the evening with these fabulous treats

and watched the girls allowing Rob and I to spend the evening alone.

So great!

The next morning my mom drove back to the hotel and met up with us for breakfast at Goofy's Kitchen.

Now, for those of you who have never experienced Goofy's kitchen, let me tell you a little bit about it.

Besides the luxury of an all out food frenzy buffet, some of Disney's most beloved characters stroll by every table, gracing you with their presence while you stuff your face with Eggs Benedict and Mickey waffles.

Some pause momentarily to pose for pictures, as seen here...

Maggers enjoying(?) a visit from Goofy

Olive loving(?) a chance meeting with Alice

While others, such as Chip...

linger around for a good 10 minutes (which seems like an hour when you're trying to inhale, I mean, eat your $28 dollars worth of omelets and peanut butter and jelly pizza) fondling you and silently "joking" with you, creating an incredibly awkward and uncomfortable situation. Also conjuring up scary thoughts of wondering who exactly IS in that Chip costume......

Boy or girl?

Gross.

Anyways, after the buffet, we squeezed into our swimsuits and spent the rest of the day at the pool.

All of us truly enjoyed ourselves. It was definitely one of my favorite birthdays to date.

April 16, 1976

2009-04-15T22:17:00.000-07:00

Thank you, mom.

What Would You Do?....

2009-04-13T20:09:00.000-07:00

If you walked into your baby's room, ready to scoop her out of her crib after a nice nap, and found this...

Would you:

A. Scream. You are not ready for your baby to be mobile.

B. Run over to her and gently reprimand her for attempting to stand on her own. You are not ready for your baby to be mobile.

C. Softly tap her behind her knees causing her chubby legs to bend in half, resulting her to fall to a sitting position. You are not ready for your baby to be mobile.

D. All of the above. You are not ready for your baby to be mobile.

A Happy Easter Indeed!

2009-04-13T09:04:00.001-07:00

What a day!
It started off with a visit from the Easter Bear... I mean Easter bunny. Sorry, I was a bit confused by the footprints he left.

He ate the carrots and drank the juice box we left for him and left us our Easter treats along with a sweet note.

We hunted the eggs he left behind in the back yard

And made sure to count every last one of those suckers about ten times. We were very pleased by his generosity.

Next we attempted pictures after an attempted trip to church.

We were then visited by grandpa and decorated Easter eggs. Some of us were in good spirits while decorating.

Some of us were not.

But we were all happy with the finished product.

To top it all off, we had a yet another egg hunt with our favorite next door neighbors.

It was a great day.
So much so, when Olive woke up this morning she asked, "Did the Easter Bunny come back?"

"No, he's back home with his bunny family," I replied.

"Well, did Santa come?"

"I wish."

Happy Easter!

2009-04-12T19:38:00.000-07:00

To Be Continued......

2009-03-27T21:11:00.000-07:00

I promise I will be a better blogger.

I have big plans to post about my recent trip up north. I just find it very difficult to balance my time between motherhood, being a wife, chores, blogging, and now.....Facebook.

I love it but kind of wish I never joined. Don't get me wrong, it's an excellent way to reach out to old friends. The problem is, I spend too much time reaching out to those old friends while my laundry piles up, my baby eats magazine covers for nourishment, my oldest paints our porch with acrylic pant, and the ever popular Haiku Fridays is put on the back-burner.

So, until I am caught up, here is a sneak preview of the fun times had last week with the Jibsons. This picture pretty much sums up the trip.....

a blast!

We Are So Excited!!

2009-03-18T23:30:00.000-07:00

We can hardly contain ourselves!!

We are going on a road trip.

First stop: The Jibson household.
All four of us Guillens in a cramped car for hopefully no more than six hours.

Second stop: San Francisco.
Rob and I are leaving the girls with Kasey and the boys while the two of us escape to the city for 48 hours to attend the wedding of our dear friends.

Third stop: Back to the Jibson household.
Reunite with my babies. Cry. Laugh. Cry.

Fourth stop: Home sweet home.

Wish us luck!

Who Needs Toys...

2009-03-18T23:23:00.001-07:00

When you have mom's cheap sunglasses.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

2009-03-16T20:17:00.000-07:00

Love,
Rob-rechaun

Eight Months Old

2009-03-15T22:46:00.000-07:00

Kasey took this picture of Maggers a few weeks ago when we were visiting.

I just want to squeeze and kiss her all day!

....Maggers, not Kasey.

That would be weird.

Did You Miss Me?

2009-03-15T22:23:00.000-07:00

After a two week hiatus, I'm back.

Just a little mishap with my keyboard and a bowl of Lucky Charms.

Now, all is well. New keyboard and new mouse.

PPPHHHHEEEWWWW!

We're Back:Take II

2009-03-02T18:36:00.000-08:00

I am beyond excited that I was just reunited with one of my best friends from junior high and high school thanks to Kasey and Facebook.

My dad came over and with Rob's help, fixed the dryer.

Maggie's explosions have subsided.

Olive played at the park with daddy and is now refreshed and rejuvenated.

Rob is going to make my favorite dinner for me: grilled cheese and tomato and roasted red pepper soup.

Life is good again.

I would love to write more but, there is still baby poop on my thumb nail.

We're back!

2009-03-02T15:40:00.000-08:00

We've returned home from visiting Kasey.

I am now depressed.

My dryer is broken.

My baby is exploding.

My 3 year old is moody.

Our cupboards are bare.

But, we are home.

I'm sure all will be well soon.

I would love to write more but, I just noticed baby poop on my thumb nail.

Haiku Friday!

2009-02-27T06:57:00.000-08:00

visiting Kasey
playing, laughing and eating
having the best time

Jackson is so big
so is Riley's curly hair
cutest boys ever

It's Time.

2009-02-24T22:03:00.000-08:00

It's time to get serious about something.

Something I think all of my six readers can (hopefully) relate to.

It's my husband.

My loving, devoted, intelligent, hard working, and respectable Robert. As wonderful as he is, there is one thing he is absolutely horrible at. And that is.....

DUN-DUN-NA-NAAAAAAA.......

Dressing our daughters.

Especially, dressing Olive.

On RARE occasions when it is his responsibility to clothe our oldest, the outfit or "Rob uniform" if you will, no matter the weather, predictably consists of the following:

* One of her two, now too small, belly exposing, short sleeved Dinosaur T-shirts

* Ankle-biting, size 2T jeans (she is currently wearing 4T)

* Pink New Balance "running" shoes without socks

All complimented by a finger-brushed ponytail loosely fastened at the nape of her neck.

It's perfection to his standards.

It's a train wreck to mine.

So, the other day when he was begrudgingly asked to dress Olive, you can imagine my utter disbelief when she emerged from her bedroom looking like this:

BEAUTIFUL!!!!

Cute dress with matching tights (which I can't imagine him taking the time to squeeze her sausage-like thighs into), fancy patent leather shoes with her hair down and held back with a headband!!?????????

ALL MATCHING!!

I was astonished!!!!

Elated!!!!

Excited!!!!!

He finally did it! He dressed her in something that I not only approved of but, would actually take her out of the house in!

But, unfortunately there was a catch.

A catch so unbelievable that I will let you, one of my six readers, guess what it is.

Now, where was impeccably-dressed Olive headed to?

A. Church

B. A fancy party

C. A wedding

D. Noah's Bagels

Poor Rob.
He was so close.

Haiku Friday!

2009-02-20T13:07:00.000-08:00

stuck inside again
this week it was Olives' turn
nasty cough and cold

darn you Old Navy
fifty percent off sale price
hide all bags from Rob

only six more days
road trip to Folsom with kids
hide all bags from Rob

My Baby

2009-02-15T17:12:00.000-08:00

She's 7 months old today.

Happy Valentine's Day!

2009-02-14T06:53:00.000-08:00

From my crazy family, to yours.

Haiku Friday: Love Edition!

2009-02-13T07:47:00.000-08:00

My sweet family
what would I be without them
old lady with cats

so grateful for blogs
hours of entertainment
total blog stalker

Love all of my friends
play dates, Chik-fil-a, parties
my life is complete

Kasey, This One's For You.

2009-02-12T09:16:00.000-08:00

See! I have two teeth!

I am very happy about it.

I am also very happy about visiting you in just two weeks!

Oh, how I look forward to grabbing fistfuls of your curly locks and trying to swallow your nose whole.

And, gnawing on a few freckles with my new sparklers.

I can't wait!

The Infirmary

2009-02-10T13:49:00.000-08:00

Last week, Maggie was sick. You name it, she had it. Or, was trying to pass it. Needless to say, we spent a lot of time at home.
Coincidentally, some of Olive's "toy friends" were sick too. As I cared for Maggers, Olive cared for her dear, ailing friends the best way she knew how. I must say, it sure put a smile on my face to enter various rooms of the house and see the following:

"Olive's Doctor Hospital"

Hospital uniforms and gowns are nonexistent due to budget cuts.
"I have to be naked so I can fix you", she would say to her patients.

***Disclaimer*** I promise I was fully clothed when caring for my baby, as was our pediatrician all 3 times we saw him last week. I'm not sure where she got the idea for Olive's Doctor Hospital to be completely nude.

Here is WALL-E. He is resting in his bed. Before this picture was taken she had just given him his "strawberry anti-gymnastics so he will feel like five thousand bucks".

This is Mary Poppins and Holiday Bimbo Barbie flying on their "pig airplane" to visit WALL-E in the hospital.
"They live with Riley and Jackson in Folsom. It's faaaaarrrrr away."

"Libby the Library Princess, Ariel, Eve and baby WALL-E are all sick because they have babies in their tummies. Don't be loud or they will spit up on you shirt."

Finally, Maggers at the end of the week, celebrating her improved health in the "princess wheelchair".

Thank heavens for my sweet Suzie. Had it not been for her funny, yet serious care taking, I would have lost it. That girl is always good for a laugh.
A healing one.

Maybe.

2009-02-07T20:51:00.002-08:00

Maybe I was craving Super Mex yesterday.

Maybe I forced my kids and dad into the car and drove over to burrito heaven.

Maybe it was raining.

Maybe it was pouring rain.

Maybe the entire Super Mex parking lot was roped off for some reason.

Maybe there was one little area that was not roped off.

Maybe it was at one point roped off but the rain and wind had lowered the rope to the ground.

Maybe there were four cars already parked in this semi-roped off area.

Maybe I decided to join them.

Maybe we walked into the restaurant and were seated immediately.

Maybe we ordered our food and within minutes, were indulging in bean and cheese goodness.

Maybe the root beer was a-flowin.

Maybe my girls were behaving beautifully.

Maybe my dad was too.

Maybe the salsa was close to perfect.

Maybe I thought to myself mid burrito, that this was one of the best lunch experiences I have ever had.

Maybe this thought was interrupted by a loud, booming voice from across the room.

Maybe it was a sheriff.

Maybe he had a handlebar mustache.

Maybe it was red.

Maybe he was walking through the restaurant SHOUTING something about looking for the owner of a car.

Maybe the car he was describing sounded a lot like the one I drive.

Maybe it was my car.

Maybe I was pitting out a little bit.

Maybe the sheriff and I made eye contact.

Maybe he came over to our table asking me personally if I was the owner of this particular car.

Maybe he was still SHOUTING.

Maybe I said yes.

Maybe he scolded me on how I had parked illegally in a roped off area.

Maybe I said there were other cars parked there so I thought it was o.k.

Maybe he said my car was the only car there.

Maybe he said I needed to move it NOW.

Maybe I asked if I could take two more bites of my burrito first.

Maybe he said NO.

Maybe my dad offered to move the car in question.

Maybe I let him.

Maybe the Sheriff mad-dogged me while my dad left the restaurant to legally re-park the car.

Maybe I was staring at his mustache while he was mad-dogging me.

Maybe I finished every last bite of my burrito and had my third root beer refill while my dad drove around the restaurant looking for a parking spot.

Maybe it was still raining.

Maybe my dad returned from moving the car a little frustrated.

Maybe my car WAS the only car in the area in question.

Maybe the area in question WAS indeed roped off.

Maybe the local Sheriff's department was attempting to set up for a 5K race in honor of the hardworking, handlebar mustache sporting officers in our community.

Maybe I felt like an idiot.

Maybe my dad LOOKED like the idiot because he was the one that moved the car.

Maybe I paid for lunch because I felt so bad.

Maybe I won't show my face or car around that Super Mex for a while.

Haiku Friday-ish!

2009-02-07T10:22:00.000-08:00

Rough week for Maggie
sick, bottle feeding, fussy
now back to normal

Valentine's candy
I'm on a steady diet
conversation hearts

Stormy weather here
inside all day bored to tears
the house is a wreak

"Nnnoooooo....

2009-02-01T07:27:00.000-08:00

Not Olive. She would never do that.".......

Boy, was I wrong. Thankfully, I was able to stop her mid bang trim.

When questioned as to why she decided to use her "safety" scissors in an unsafe and naughty way, she explained she only wanted to look like Little Bill.

This is Little Bill.

Yep.

He's bald.

Needless to say, Little Bill and all other programs starring bald characters or, shows encouraging scissor use, are now banned from our home. And, for the next two weeks, she will only be given two choices to watch on our not-so-big screen:

Reruns of The Sonny and Cher Show

Or...

Crystal Gayle videos.

Haiku Friday!

2009-01-29T22:27:00.000-08:00

I love my readers
faithful through the good and bad
lets keep it PG

Super Bowl Sunday
the last game of the season
Rob returns to us

Don't forget to comment in the form of a Haiku (5-7-5).

Dear Dad,

2009-01-29T07:44:00.000-08:00

Thank you so much for watching the girls last night while Rob and I enjoyed each others company over dinner. It was wonderful to be able to have a much needed date night with the security of knowing the girls were in good hands with their beloved grandpa. And, what a delight returning home to happy, clean, and pajama clad girls, wrapped comfortably in your arms. It made bedtime a breeze. We simply tucked them in, kissed them goodnight, and within minutes they both peacefully slipped into dreamland. It was fantastic!

But, that was just the beginning.

Thanks to you, Maggie COMPLETELY slept through the night! Rob woke HER up this morning before he left for work around 7 am.

Miraculous!

It's the best way to describe it.

As I began Maggie's morning routine, this time well rested and fully functioning, I thought to myself, how did he do it? What did he do to make her sleep? I have tried endlessly to no avail to get this little gal to sleep for more than three hours at a time. What was your secret?

Then as I carefully opened her heart pajamas to change her, your secret was revealed...

A backwards diaper!

I was certain I had tried everything under the sun to get this girl sleeping. But, something as simple as putting her diaper on backwards never crossed my mind.

They say, "Father knows best". By golly, do you ever. I am forever grateful for you and your parenting wisdom.

Love,
Shawna

Today is a Sad, Sad Day

2009-01-27T14:14:00.000-08:00

Someone flagged my blog.

It's true.

I've been flagged for inappropriate or objectionable content.

I'm shocked.

I have always thought that I have a good sense of what is appropriate and what is not. I am always careful to choose my words and images wisely as to not offend or upset any one of my six readers.

However, according to Blogger standards, I have committed any one of the following violations, to which I staunchly disagree with.

1. General inappropriate content.
I was going to post this picture taken from a trip Rob and I took years ago to a remote, undisclosed island off the coast of Australia.

But, I didn't.

I didn't because I found this picture offensive.
As my mother has always said, it is rude to point.

2. Copyright/Piracy issues.
I was going to post this picture of this incredibly limber man found on my sister's blog.

But I didn't.

I didn't because I knew I needed to ask her permission before using this photo. I tried calling her for weeks and was unable to speak with her due to her intense screening process. So, I just scrapped that idea.

3. Hate.
I toyed with the idea of posting about my deep distain for mayonnaise

and bananas

But I didn't.

I like to keep my blog as positive as possible so, I left that idea alone.

4. Violence.
Now I may be guilty of this one.

In August 2007, I posted a story about Rob's encounter with this beautiful, yet aggressive bird.

I can see where this bird attacking my husband's stick-like ankles could be seen as being violent.

And, I apologize.

5. Impersonation.
This is another guilty admission.

I posted this picture of Kasey (with her permission) impersonating a cave woman.

Again, I apologize. (Not for the picture, but for Kasey's insensitive decision to inaccurately depict our ancestors for Halloween.)

So, to whomever was offended by anything posted on "Olive-Us", please accept my sincerest apology. I am deeply saddened by any harm or ill feelings this family friendly blog has caused you. I am at a loss for words. So much so, that I have chosen to share with you the following photo which I feel accurately portrays my remorse.

They're Best Friends

2009-01-27T12:48:00.001-08:00

They even have a homemade bracelet to prove it.

One Pissed Princess

2009-01-24T15:09:00.001-08:00

Ear infections are no fun.

Haiku Friday!

2009-01-23T09:59:00.002-08:00

Why not?

This is a great way to keep me blogging at least once a week.
Not to mention, a great way to sharpen my Japanese poetry skills.

So, without further ado...
I present to you,
my first Haiku. (wow, I'm talented.)

*************************************
My favorite store

clothes, toys, dollar spot, supplies

cherry snow ice-e
*************************************

Feel free to comment in the form of a Haiku.
I dare you. (there I go again.)

(Haiku is a 17-syllable verse form consisting of three metrical units of 5, 7, and 5 syllables.)

This One Is Worth 10 Points....

2009-01-22T21:54:00.000-08:00

Question:
What do the following creatures all have in common?

Answer:
They are all nocturnal.

** Give yourself 5 points if you guessed that they all will scratch your eyes out when provoked.**

Good Morning

2009-01-09T10:45:00.000-08:00

On the third day of these two sharing a room, I awoke to this:

I love my babies.
And, that dirty, yet cuddly sea otter.

Jump For Joy!

2009-01-04T22:05:00.000-08:00

Olive returns back to school tomorrow!

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE all things Olive and am beyond blessed to have such a tremendous gal in my life.

But, a three hour break, three days a week is also a blessing.

What Is My Problem???

2009-01-03T21:24:00.000-08:00

I LOVE blogging, Don't get me wrong.

But why lately do I find it so hard to post?

Or clean my house?

Or make dinner?

Or leave the house for other reasons than to visit the local drive-throughs?

I resolve on this third day of January 2009 to be a better blogger. To maintain Olive-Us as though it is just as important as taking out the trash, or vacuuming.

But, more than just once a month.

I promise.

Happy New Year!

2008-12-31T20:00:00.000-08:00

Merry Christmas

2008-12-25T22:19:00.001-08:00

Love,
The Guillens

Just Got Back...

2008-12-01T23:20:00.000-08:00

I miss this place already.

I'll update once I find:
* my camera
* a snack
* some clean clothes
* Maggers

The Story Of Thanksgiving

2008-11-27T07:39:00.000-08:00

By: Olive

"Once upon a time, there were peelgrims. They had a B-I-I-I-I-G pirate ship. It was called the Mayflower.

All the peelgrims lived on the pirate ship. Then one day, it CRASHED into a big rock!

But, it didn't break.

Then the indians came over to help the peelgrims. They put on their Halloween costumes and then the peelgrims and the indians ate some corn.

They had a B-I-I-I-I-G FEAST!

And there was a big fat turkey but, they didn't eat him because he was nice.

And, they didn't eat pumpkin pie either because it was too hot.

Then the peelgrims and the indians danced together and they had a B-I-I-I-I-G THANKSGIVING PARTY!!

The End."

Dear Fleet Company,

2008-11-26T15:08:00.000-08:00

I would like to commend you on the efficiency of your Infant Glycerin Suppositories. What a superb product! Within seconds of insertion, my four month old was able to eliminate in, what I would describe as, a projectile manor. Her four days worth of "discomfort" was easily dislodged all over her changing table and our beautiful hardwood floor. She is now back to her regular, happy self.

I would also like to thank you for the instructions, found on the back of the package, to contact a Poison Control Center if swallowed. When my three year old put one in her mouth thinking it was candy, I calmly used your suggestion and was assured by a friendly Poison Control operator that ingestion of the product orally, yet in moderation, would do no harm to my sweet daughter. Boy, was I relieved!

I am forever grateful to such a fine product in which your company produces.

Sincerely,
Mrs. Guillen

Oh, Maggers....

2008-11-25T16:57:00.000-08:00

This is going to hurt me more than it is going to hurt you.

YARD SALE!!!

2008-11-24T17:16:00.000-08:00

This weekend we had a yard sale. Here's a brief summary of how it went:

* Time the alarm was set to wake up and prepare for the sale: 6am

* Time we actually got out of bed: 7am

* Time the first items were placed on the lawn: 8am

* Number of bags of clothing brought out to sell: 10

* Number of bags thrown back in the garage after sale was over: 2

* Number of times our wonderful, spanish-speaking customers requested the price of an item in their native tongue from Rob: 6

* Number of times my Latino husband answered in English because he, " No hablo espanol" : 6

* Number of times Olive started a sentence with, "HEY! That's my ....." as someone hauled it off to their car: 50

* Number of times I was asked "How old is your son?", referring to Maggie, who was dressed head-to-toe in pink: 4

* Number of times Rob and I agreed on the pricing of an item: 0

* Number of hours the yard sale lasted: 5

* Number of hours I actually worked : 0.5

* Number of dollars made: 211

* Number of times we will do this again due to our now tidy garage: 1,000,000

A little misinterpretation

2008-11-21T10:27:00.000-08:00

"Hey Olive and ***(special loved one who will remain nameless)...
Put your heads through that and I'll take a picture."

"Uuummm.... I mean FACES. Put your FACES through that."

"Mommy!"

2008-11-19T22:01:00.000-08:00

"Can I take pictures of Maggie?"

This one is my favorite.

An Update

2008-11-19T15:39:00.000-08:00

We bought a new car...

And a dirty, diseased horse for Olive.

Found a new obsession, WALL-E.

Ate poisonous apples left to rot in a serene orchard.

Transformed Olive into a beautiful, yet temperamental bumble bee for Halloween...

Dressed up as a tired, moderately chubby mother being attacked by a sweet, tutu wearing butterfly for a Halloween party in Folsom...

And had a blast with these guys.

Celebrated Halloween with the neighbors.

Got a tattoo of a hammerhead shark...

Matching haircuts with grandpa...

And glasses.

Nothing too out of the ordinary.

I'm Back!!!

2008-11-14T13:54:00.001-08:00

My computer is once again working and so is my brain! I will update with pictures soon!

Happy Birthday, Geez!

2008-10-09T10:33:00.000-07:00

Love,
Your trophy wife

For She's A Jolly Good Fellow!!!!!

2008-10-08T10:09:00.000-07:00

SHE DID IT!!!

Last night, my little Maggers slept from 9pm to 5am!

Without being swaddled!!

I simply placed her in her bed with nothing else and that was it.

She slept.

Like a baby.

And so did I.

Irvine Park

2008-10-07T21:56:00.000-07:00

Today the girls and I met some fun friends at Irvine Park. What a great way to spend a 199 degree fall day! We had a great time, especially Olive.

She played with pumpkins

and sister

and cute friends

whether they liked it or not.

Maggers and Meggers

Olive and "Dan". He was no Traveler, but he was a "bery good girl".

As you can tell by the grumpy faces and flat home perm, it was time to wrap up the fun with a train ride around the pumpkin patch.

We all had a blast.

Guess What Time It Is?........

2008-10-06T21:43:00.000-07:00

Tonight we celebrated fall by sweating our you-know-whats off at Disneyland in 86 degree weather.
Boy, was it fun.

Here's Maggers having a great time with daddy before a "Drawn To Magic" show.

Enter Olive.
Cue the panic in Maggie.

Best Friends.

Olive and Daddy enjoying the parade.

My two loves.

Weekend Update

2008-10-05T21:53:00.000-07:00

On Saturday, the girls and I did a whole lot of nothing during the day.
It was great.
Thanks to the cool 68 degree and cloudy weather, it finally seemed as though fall was officially in full force. Here's how we celebrated.

Maggie modeled her new fall headband

And stayed in her pajamas all day along with her sister in her new "Pirate Olive, scary skelleton jammies".
And yes, they glow in the dark.

Later in the evening, we had some of our Trader Joe friends over for a Fall Feast Potluck. It was delicious! And the best part about it was having Rob help me with the clean up today!!!
It's a Fall miracle!
I even secretly documented this special occasion....

What a guy!

The following are recipes of some of the delicious food we devoured.

** Slow Cooker Beef Stew** :
2 pounds beef stew meat, cut into 1 inch cubes
1/3 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper
2 clove garlic, minced
1 bay leaf
1 teaspoon paprika
1 Tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
1 onion, chopped
1 1/2 cups beef broth
1 packet McCormick's Beef Stew Seasoning
3 potatoes, diced
4 carrots, sliced
1 stalk celery, chopped

DIRECTIONS
1. Put flour mixture into gallon-sized, zippered bag. Shake beef in bag to coat. Sauté coated beef in 1-2 tablespoons olive oil until browned. Add chopped onion to beef to sauté and soften. Transfer to slow cooker.
2. Mix beef broth with worcestershire and beef stew seasoning. Pour into hot skillet to deglaze, then pour over beef and onions in cooker.
3. Add remaining ingredients.
4. Cover and cook on Low setting for 10 to 12 hours, or on High setting for 4 to 6 hours.
Serves 6 people.

** Crockpot Chocolate Cake** :
This cake is to die for, especially when served with vanilla ice cream.
1 package chocolate cake mix
1 container of sour cream (8 oz)
1 cup chocolate morsels
1 cup water
4 eggs
3/4 cup vegetable oil
1 package instant chocolate pudding mix

Spray crock pot with nonstick cooking spray. Mix cake mix, sour cream, chocolate morsels, water, egss, oil and pudding mix in a bowl by hand. Pour into crock pot. Cover and cook on low 6-8 hours or high 3-4 hours. Makes about 12 servings.

So yummy.

Today, we also headed on over to Seal Beach to the Japan American Kite Festival. We thought it would be something Olive would love to see.
Too bad she feel asleep in the car on the way over and napped in Rob's arms the entire time we were there....
All 20 minutes.

Nice day.
Nice weekend.

MMMMMM! What's That Smell?

2008-10-03T22:07:00.000-07:00

Get dressed.
Grab your wallet and keys.
Throw the kids in the car.
Drive to Target.
Mosey on over to the "air freshener" area of the store (usually by the cleaning stuff).
BUY THIS CANDLE!!!!!!

....... You're welcome.

Halloween Must Haves

2008-10-02T16:24:00.000-07:00

Festive shirts

Candy

More candy ((candycorn mixed with m&m's is the BEST combo!)

Scary kisses

First Day Fun

2008-10-01T11:14:00.000-07:00

We decorated our house and made cookies.

Yummy peanut butter chocolate ones:
1 cup Butter softened
1/2 cup Peanut Butter ( I used crunchy)
1 cup Sugar
2 Eggs
1 teaspoon Vanilla extract
2 cups All-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon Baking soda
1/2 teaspoon Salt
1 cup chocolate chips ( I used half chocolate chips and half Halloween m&Ms

Directions:

Heat oven to 350 F. In large bowl, beat butter, peanut butter and sugar until well blended. Add eggs and vanilla; beat well. Stir together flour, baking soda and salt; gradually add to butter mixture, beating until blended. Stir in chocolate and candy pieces.

Drop by rounded teaspoons onto ungreased cookie sheet. Bake 9 to 11 minutes or until lightly browned. Cool slightly; remove from cookie sheet to wire rack. Cool completely.

So far, October has been great.

My Favorite Month

2008-09-30T23:34:00.000-07:00

October.

I love it.

I love the weather.

I love the colors.

I love the pumpkins.

I love the festivals.

I love the menu.

Most importantly, I love THE holiday....

Halloween.

I love the candy.

I love the dress-up.

I love the decorations.

I intend to celebrate my special month everyday.

I can't wait.

I'm Not Complaining...

2008-09-29T22:12:00.000-07:00

But, I am tired.

REALLY TIRED.

It's Maggers.

She's decided her bedtime routine is no longer working for her.

For the past two nights, my little 10 week old friend has been staying up way past her 8:30 pm bedtime and waking up not once, but twice throughout the night, and sleeping in until about 6 am.

What happened to sleeping through the night?

What happened to sleeping in until the time her sister (awake from her 11 hour slumber) wakes her up by slobbering all over her 25th percentile head, and squeezing her tiny feet dangling from her 95th percentile body (roughly around 7:30)?

Is she sick?

Am I sick? (I am nursing)

Is it a growth spurt?

Is it my growth spurt? (It's a perpetual growth spurt.)

How long will this last?

What can I do??

I will do anything!!

Uumm..... anything that doesn't involve giving up baked goods.

Or m&m's.

Or Barq's root beer.

If you, my fellow blogger/friend/mother/sweet tooth have any suggestions or answers to my questions, PLEASE HELP!

And if you have a good cookie recipe I can try out at 2am after nursing for the 99th time, please send it my way.

Pronto.

It's Back!!

2008-09-26T13:08:00.000-07:00

Waiting for what seemed like a year, the season premiere of the Office was last night. Although I loved the engagement of Jim and Pam, I was a bit let down by the hour episode.

I must say, that Andy was pretty funny last night.

I CANNOT stop laughing over the part when he was naming all of his friends in his singing group from Cornell. My favorite being, "Puby Lewis and the News".
That seriously cracks me up!

So, what's your opinion on last night's show?

Oh, Maggie...

2008-09-25T16:03:00.000-07:00

Please allow me to explain.

Being our second child, your daddy and I consider ourselves to be somewhat experts in child rearing. We've spent the last three years raising your ever thriving sister to be a normal, fun-loving, and happy child (opinions of others may vary). As a team, we are excellent, competent parents, equipped with the knowledge and skills it takes to insure your safety, overall well being, and sanity.
The following pictures taken from a recent trip to Disney's California Adventure are actually not what they seem....

You prefer wearing one sock at a time, with the one sock being worn, fitting fairly loosely.
Speaking of fitting loosely, you like your hats to be about 2 times the actual size that would fit you.
It's your signature style.
It also may look as though you are...well, uncomfortable, but that's not the case. You are watching a passing parade in the distance, with a funny look on your face.
That's all.
And it also looks as though I am .....uummm, laughing at you, but Mickey Mouse is under the table tickling my feet.
A lot.

Now, in this picture daddy is playing a silly game of peek-a boo with you. It's your favorite game!

I know it may look as though he is trying to wrap you up in a warm blanket and failing miserably by accidently wrapping your face, but that's not the case. He is perfectly capable of a proper swaddle....

See?
Look how happy you are!

And you do love being with your sister.
Never are you letting out nervous cries of help when she is that close to you...
Squeezing your foot....
The sock-less one.

So, now you should understand that you are definitely, without a doubt, in good hands with your mommy and daddy, and with Olive too. You are as happy as a clam with us and are so very pleased to be a part of our incredible family.
The proof is in this picture:

Happy 3rd Birthday, Riley!

2008-09-25T09:58:00.000-07:00

YEAH, RILEY!!!!
Today is your special day! We hope you have the best day ever!
Love,
Wobbie, Wister, Auv, and Baby Wister

We're Twins...

2008-09-21T14:37:00.000-07:00

...just like these guys!

...Can't Touch This!

2008-09-20T11:29:00.000-07:00

I never knew that those infamous pants worn by MC Hammer were designed by Carters!

Oh, Sue....

2008-09-19T12:48:00.000-07:00

Olive is now a preschooler.
It's official.
I love picking her up from school because she always has an interesting answer to my "what did you learn at school today?".

Here's how today went:

Me: "What did you learn at school today?"

Olive: "I learned about apples and God!"

Me: Wow! Apples and God?

Olive: very enthuiastically, "Yeah! Apples are red, and God loves me, and baby Maggers, and daddy!

Me: "That's right! Apples are red and God does love you and Maggers, and daddy. Does he love mommy too?"

Olive: "Nnnnnooooo."

Me: "Why not"?

Olive: "Because.... your boice is too loud."

Hhhhhmmm.

My Gals

2008-09-18T07:40:00.000-07:00

I just love 'em.

This picture cracks me up.
At the time this was taken, guess who had been up for 2 hours.
Now, guess who had been up for 2 minutes.

Little Maggers at 9 weeks.

More to come....

Things I Love

2008-09-11T13:26:00.000-07:00

I LOVE THAT MY COMPUTER IS FINALLY FIXED!!

I love first trips to Disneyland. This time it was Maggie's. I love that she is throwing up a peace sign like a Japanese tourist.

I love when Kasey comes to town and plays with us.

I love my girls.

I love Grandma Kat and all her little ones.

I love visiting Sea World and bawling my eyes out at the Shamu show...very emotional, that darn "Believe".

I love when Rob takes random shots of us NEVER looking at the camera.

I love having had the opportunity to stay at the Hotel Del Coronado for two nights.

I love that this is the only photo we have to show of it.
This is Rob and I standing in front of the beautiful beach. Olive so kindly took the picture.

I love that we were able to go the the El Capitan Theatre and see Sleeping Beauty on the big screen. I love that Olive dressed up like Aurora.

I love that Olive is currently in a pirate phase and loves to dress up like one.

I love that she kind of looks like Brett Michaels when she does.

CROSS YOU FINGERS!

2008-08-22T13:49:00.000-07:00

Sad Times!Shawna's Computer has crashed! Hopefully they will be able to get all of their pictures! Not good. You can send donations to me her sister for a new computer. no guarantees that I might not buy some lottery tickets.

There's A Party In My Tummy....

2008-08-10T20:53:00.000-07:00

So yummy, So yummy!

A Typical Morning

2008-08-09T13:22:00.000-07:00

I wake up to this cute face standing by my bedside, loudly demanding, "GEEETT UUUPPP, MOMMY!"

Next, I gently wake up Maggie and the three of us head out into the living room, where Olive sweetly cuddles and slobbers all over her "teeny tiny" sister for about 10 minutes.

Then I nurse Maggie while Olive nurses "Bob".

When the babies are fed, Olive I head into the kitchen for breakfast while Maggie and Roxie nap in their special chairs.

Life is good.

Today Is A Very Special Day....

2008-08-08T09:48:00.000-07:00

This wonderful, fantastic, funny, athletic, spunky, vivacious, caring, crafty, generous, and beautiful gal is thirty years old today! She's my favorite (and only) sister and also my very best friend. She's the ideal workout partner, is an excellent wife and mother, and makes the best chocolate chip cookies I have ever tasted.
Happy Birthday,Kasey! I hope today is a great day!

Eye Candy!

2008-08-01T13:14:00.001-07:00

I was looking on-line for (gasp) a decent swimsuit when I somehow happened upon these nauseating, yet hilarious photos. I must say, I discovered them at a time when I had given up on the idea of ever allowing any part of my body to ever see the light of day. Although they are of two 60 year-old men, they somehow make me feel a little better about my current physical state.
Enjoy!

Two Week Update

2008-07-31T14:58:00.000-07:00

As you all know, on Tuesday July, 15th, we welcomed Maggie Riley Garcia Guillen into our family.

Her stats:

She brought Olive a "big sister" gift: A Sleeping Beauty dress complete with sparkly pink sandals and a book about sisters. Olive was beside herself!

Us three girls together for the first time.

After a lovely three day stay at St. Mary's Hospital, Maggie and I were released and anxious to return home. Daddy and Olive made us a nice card to welcome us back.

On Sunday, we all headed over to Seal Beach as per Olive's request, to ride her new "pincess bike in Seal Beach in a bikini". After much discussion, we were able to compromise a summer dress over the bikini for a strawberry ice cream from Cold Stone. It was a great first outing as a family.

Then on Wednesday, the four us us decided to join my dad, Mr. Ian and the Jibsons on our annual trip to Carlsbad. We spent three fun-filled days on the beach swimming, making sandcastles, laughing, and nursing my one-week-old (I'm actually the only one who did any nursing. One of my dad's arm moles may have made it into Maggie's mouth while he held her, but that was just an unfortunate accident.)

Our first family of four photo. Not so sure it's a framer, but it does make me smile.

Now, we are home, and we are loving Maggie in our lives. It is as though she has been here all along. She is very mellow and just a joy. I love every second I have with my girls and am so blessed to be a mother of sisters.

She's HERE!!!!

2008-07-15T18:26:00.000-07:00

It is times like these I am glad I know my sisters password! It's me Kasey! My heart is full for my beautiful sister, Rob and Olive! They welcomed Maggie Riley Guadeloupe Rodriqiez Juan Maria Jorge Jose Garcia- Guillen (Maggie Riley Garcia-Guillen for short). 6 lbs 9 oz 18 inches
Everyone is doing super! I wish I could be there to hold this little girl! I can't wait until Friday!!

I'm Ready!

2008-07-14T22:42:00.001-07:00

Infant Seat

Backpack

Boppy

Picture of my "beautiful grandma" Maggie and I (whom my Maggie will be named after)

Olive's big sister gift from baby Maggie

Survival Kit