Thursday, August 27, 2009

Back to their Shenanagans...


So...school is back in session and boy, oh boy, it has thrown this household into a bit of turmoil. I want to write all about it but I am drained and exhausted and tired and worn out and sleepy and weary and haggard and drooping... I need some major sleep.
So. To take my mind off that and get a quick post in before bed I thought I would share Tyler's newest shenanigan.
Tyler is very attached to his brother. A fact that I adore. If Ethan is sad - Tyler is sad. Today when Tyler saw a very distressed Ethan at school (that story is pending) he could NOT handle it. He gave Ethan his new creepy spider toy, his candy (you know that's love for Ty to give up food) and kept asking, "momma. what can I do?"
But I digress...Tonight at In-N-Out Tyler wanted to go to the bathroom but he wanted Ethan there. Preston had already taken Ty in the bathroom and Tyler kept asking if Ethan was in the last stall - Preston, hoping to calm Ty down and get him in and out of the bathroom sometime this century said that maybe it was Ethan....they would have to check when Tyler was all done. So...Tyler is in the stall when someone comes in and goes into the last stall - the one Tyler was hoping was occupied by Ethan.
He then says in his "louder than thunder Tyler voice" - " Look Dad...Ethan is not in there cause that old guy just went in. Look he has very old legs." Preston said it was loud - very very loud. Then when the "old guy " exited the restroom a few minutes later Tyler, sitting at our table, points at him and says, "Look Mom, that's the old guy we were talking about -see him - there is that old man."
Fun times in the Golding Family.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Shenanigan # 5


I was woken up this morning with two little boys standing over me. My eyes were still focusing but my nose definitely smelled something...

What is that smell. I ask.

"We made a shiny hair potion. It makes your hair so shiny! Look, Momma." I look and sure enough their hair is super, super shiny. Apparently it was a mix of shampoo and several cooking ingredients downstairs. They were about to put it in my hair when AMAZINGLY I woke up.

Seriously, I am going to have to start sleeping with my eyes open.

Thursday, August 6, 2009


I haven't had time for a lot of thought lately. These last several months my thoughts have been consumed with other things... And so I was surprised today as I was driving home from the library when my mind was overflowing with thoughts. Not school thoughts, not worry, not stress, not house cleaning thoughts, not even grocery thoughts. My mind was filled with the biggest dose of gratitude I've had in a long long time. It was literally out of nowhere that I was given this...gift. I recognized for the millionth time and yet it felt like the first time, that I could try for a million years, spending all my strength and never begin to deserve these two little boys.

They are the most inspiring, endearing, intriguing little things I have ever met. I could never imagine not in a million years the way I would feel for these guys. In one word...fierce. I feel something fierce for them. Fiercely loyal and protective. Another word amazed. Amazed at the minds and spirits they posses....

Now I digress for a minute...

I suffer from Road Rage...if I am driving for ten hours I am fine...just give me some tunes and Diet Coke and it will be a splendid day. But if I have to sit clogged behind hundreds of crawling cars, all slowing down to look at the crash on the right...oh watch out baby!! You have not seen wrath until you've seen me in traffic.

I hate the amount of time it takes for the computer to start up. I push the green button and sit and sit and begin to fossilize and then sit more. Take 1000 years multiply it by 1000000000 and that is how long it takes for my computer to start up.


My OB's office is so slow. I don't mind the waiting room - there are magazines and people to watch and usually a few toys for the kiddos to play with. But then they take me back to the examining room and there we sit. The kids get into things that the sign on the wall commands they shouldn't. There are no magazines. No people to stare at. No toys. Just me, two boys whose voices reverberate off the walls of that cracker box of a room and everyone in a ten mile radius hears Tyler announce, "I have no underwears Momma! I have naked bum!"


My stove is slow. I love glass tops but I swear it takes FOR_EV_ER to boil water. Tyler is begging for Ramen and we are still waiting for the water to boil...he starts kindergarten...goes on his first date...mission has come and gone and the water, well it's starting to get warm. I could cook it with my anger faster.

Are you getting my point? Patience is a virtue...one that I am still working on. So you can imagine my stress and impatience after three years...three long years of waiting and wanting and trying. I am convinced that if you haven't been through this it would be hard to get...I am a member of an elite club. The Secondary Infertility Club. I think every woman worries in the back of her mind that she may face this...but then you have your first and even second and ,"Whew! We dodged that bullet. Babies...check....we can do that one..." So, imagine my surprise...here I sit...with a four and six year old.

A six year old who asks me almost daily when he will get his sister. A six year old who I overheard telling his friend the other day, "My mom used to have a baby sister in her tummy...but she had to go live with Jesus." Yep. It's true. A six year old who said today that if he could get anything in the whole world for his birthday it would be....can you guess...that's right...A BABY.

BUT this isn't a sob story. I have gone this many years without bringing this to the blog and would be content to keep it that way...except for that gift I spoke of earlier. The gift I've been getting gradually for the last year. The gift of patience. Remember that thing I struggle with? Now, as I clearly demonstrated this gift of patience was selective. Somehow it skipped right over the driving, computer, glass top stove arena. Instead it has come in the form of a beautiful gift...one that I am not sure I would have -if my life would have gone another way. It has come in the form of blissful gratitude for each and everyday with my boys.... in recognition of "haves" not "have-nots." I no longer resent the nights I get peed on from Tyler..."one day this will be over...I may never have a little one pee on me again...enjoy it." Well... it goes kinda like that.

Marker on the wall and battles over food and fits and all the things we mothers bemoan have lost their sting. I know it may sound weird but I kinda like them...they remind me I am a mother. They remind me that I am still in the fight...They remind me that I could work with all my might -all my life and Never Ever deserve these boys I've been given...

So as painful as this journey has been at times - as often as I hurt when I think of the turn my life took - a path I never envisioned for myself - I am not sure I would do it differently. I have been given a gift of the moment. A gift to love each second instead of wishing them to pass faster...A gift to enjoy the mess of my children because "At least I have a mess..."
Although I still squirm in traffic, fidget at the Doctor's, and pace while making noodles, when it comes to this...I am waiting patiently.

Shenanigan # 4


This one is a few days old, but I remembered it today in the car and started to laugh.

Last week at the grocery store Tyler was begging me for a bag of Skittles. I told him no.


As we were walking out of the store I noticed Tyler was walking funny. Upon further investigation I realized Ty had stuck the bag of Skittles down his pants, into his underwear and was trying to leave with his treasure undetected.

I wanted to be upset. I wanted to worry about his honesty and teaching him the lesson we all learned as children about stealing. I wanted to. BUT it was too funny - and really too gross. I had to pull the Skittles out and put them back on the shelf, sorry for the person who would eventually buy those tainted treats.


Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Shenanigan #3



Well this will make my second post of this sort today...
Tyler decided that his toy box would make a better swimming pool.
Yep. That's right.
He emptied the toy box and filled it with water. Now when I say filled it. I mean one cup at a time. You see the toy box is too big and heavy to get hefted up to their small sink in their bathroom. So Tyler attacked the bottled water supply in our food storage area and emptied them into the toy box.
Where were this child's parents you ask? Well like I said earlier, I am pretty darn sick and Preston was out at the store getting items for my...sickness. So...they were unsupervised. I could hear their movie playing and assumed all was well. Seriously, have I learned nothing in my years of mother to insanity?
Tyler was naked and enjoying his own personal swimming pool.

Shenanigan #2


I am actually sick in bed today...Preston is home taking care of the kids. So I haven't been privy to the many shenanigans I am sure are taking place outside of my quiet bedroom.
However, I have a good memory when it comes to these things.
Here is one of my favorites...
A few years ago when Ty was still in diapers - Ethan and Tyler took off Tyler's diaper and then stuck their feet in the "Stuff" and made beautiful brown foot prints. "Look Momma, we made a map for you to follow. Follow the footprints to the treasure."
No this is not a joke.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Shenanigan #1


Day 1 of this challenge and we already have one...

7:12am - Tyler unrolled several rolls of toilet paper all over the house...then in panic - when he realized I was coming downstairs...tried to flush them all down and hide the evidence.

Guess What Happened.

If nursing doesn't work out I think I could get hired on as a plumber or sewer specialist.

Monday, August 3, 2009



Caught them putting on their baby clothes...

So I have no idea how to compare boys to girls. In case you've forgotten, I've never had a girl. However, I do consider myself the expert on all things boy. I know my share about how silly and dirty and crazy they can become with a few unsupervised minutes....
So in honor of this I will be posting a new chaotic moment from my life everyday - this will be one challenge I will have NO trouble keeping. There is at least one moment of craziness every single day when you spend it with these two boys...
I am kind of excited to see where this will take me.
I think to start this new challenge I will back track a bit and share a few of my "favorite" Ethan and Tyler shenanigans of the past

1. So this one comes just from Saturday. Someone( we'll have to check the cameras to see who) decided to stop the sink in the bathroom and turn the water on full blast. We discovered this when the hallway carpet was soaking wet, the ceiling in the garage downstairs was starting to sag and leak and Tyler was laying on his tummy in the wet hallway and yelling, "Look at me, I am swimming!"

2. Another Saturday example(you see I told you it wouldn't be hard) Tyler squirted a full size tube of toothpaste all over the loft which, by the way, is carpeted...apparently he was drawing the ocean.

3. This one happened in Seattle. We were living on the second floor apartments and Tyler and Ethan took the 10 cases( Why did we have 10 cases of soda on our balcony, you ask? Well that is a story for another day) of soda out of their boxes - they then started to chuck them down into the courtyard. Yep, 120 cans of soda pelting the common area...Mess does not even begin to describe it.

Okay - I could go on and on...but I have done my duty for posterity...I'm tired. Stay tuned for tomorrow and I'm sure we'll have another
I did a little more baking this weekend...I tried a new Cheesecake that I thought was great.

Tall and Creamy Cheesecake
Dorie Greenspan

For the crust:
1 3/4 cups graham cracker crumbs
3 tablespoons sugar
1/4 tsp salt
1/2 stick (4 tablespoons) unsalted butter, melted

For the cheesecake:
2 pounds (four 8-ounce boxes) cream cheese, at room temperature
1 1/3 cups sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
4 large eggs, at room temperature
1 1/3 cups sour cream or heavy cream, or a combination of the two*
*I used 1 cup heavy cream and 1/3 cup sour cream

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.
Butter a 9-inch springform pan—choose one that has sides that are 2 3/4 inches high (if the sides are lower, you will have cheesecake batter leftover)—and wrap the bottom of the pan in a double layer of aluminum foil; put the pan on a baking sheet.

Stir the crumbs, sugar and salt together in a medium bowl. Pour over the melted butter and stir until all of the dry ingredients are uniformly moist. (I do this with my fingers.) Turn the ingredients into the buttered springform pan and use your fingers to pat an even layer of crumbs along the bottom of the pan and about halfway up the sides. Don’t worry if the sides are not perfectly even or if the crumbs reach above or below the midway mark on the sides—this doesn’t have to be a precision job. Put the pan in the freezer while you preheat the oven.

Place the springform on a baking sheet. Bake for 10 minutes. Set the crust aside to cool on a rack while you make the cheesecake.

Reduce the oven temperature to 325°F.

To make the cheesecake:
Put a kettle of water on to boil.

Working in a stand mixer, preferably fitted with a paddle attachment, or with a hand mixer in a large bowl, beat the cream cheese at medium speed until it is soft and lives up to the creamy part of its name, about 4 minutes. With the mixer running, add the sugar and salt and continue to beat another 4 minutes or so, until the cream cheese is light. Beat in the vanilla. Add the eggs one by one, beating for a full minute after each addition—you want a well-aerated batter. Reduce the mixer speed to low and stir in the sour cream and/or heavy cream.

Put the foil-wrapped springform pan in the roaster pan.

Give the batter a few stirs with a rubber spatula, just to make sure that nothing has been left unmixed at the bottom of the bowl, and scrape the batter into the springform pan. The batter will reach the brim of the pan. (If you have a pan with lower sides and have leftover batter, you can bake the batter in a buttered ramekin or small soufflé mold.) Put the roasting pan in the oven and pour enough boiling water into the roaster to come halfway up the sides of the springform pan.

Bake the cheesecake for 1 hour and 30 minutes, at which point the top will be browned (and perhaps cracked) and may have risen just a little above the rim of the pan. Turn off the oven’s heat and prop the oven door open with a wooden spoon. Allow the cheesecake to luxuriate in its water bath for another hour.

After 1 hour, carefully pull the setup out of the oven, lift the springform pan out of the roaster—be careful, there may be some hot water in the aluminum foil—remove the foil. Let the cheesecake come to room temperature on a cooling rack.

When the cake is cool, cover the top lightly and chill the cake for at least 4 hours, although overnight would be better.

Serving:
Remove the sides of the springform pan— I use a hairdryer to do this (use the dryer to warm the sides of the pan and ever so slightly melt the edges of the cake)—and set the cake, still on the pan’s base, on a serving platter. The easiest way to cut cheesecake is to use a long, thin knife that has been run under hot water and lightly wiped. Keep warming the knife as you cut slices of the cake.

Storing:
Wrapped well, the cake will keep for up to 1 week in the refrigerator or for up to 2 months in the freezer. It’s best to defrost the still-wrapped cheesecake overnight in the refrigerator.