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This afternoon we were doing FaceTime with Grandma Gudenau. (Gotta love technology these days. Sure makes living on the other side of the world (ok a few states away) more like living in the next town over.) So, Mason was sitting on my lap and grabbed a piece of paper and wrote HI and showed it to Grandma. He is really into writing his own signs lately, which is really neat because it is giving him so much writing practice. I asked him if he wanted to write Grandma also, and he asked how to spell it. Without me even writing a sample to look at he just wrote the letters as I said them. Longest word yet! He also rode his bike for 25 minutes today. I’m not sure how long he really could go since I just happened to be timing us to see how long I was running for. Probably more of a milestone for me that I was actually running! I miss the days when I could just speed walk to keep up with him!

So Proud!


Thanks Aunt Cathy!

My Aunt Cathy gave me some way cute teddy bear cupcake holders when I was in Michigan and I finally got around to using them. Of course I had to go overboard on the healthy ingredients and make pumpkin-banana-whole wheat-flax seed-blah, blah, blah so much fiber we have to ration them out, “cupcakes” Mason and Maiya didn’t seem to care. They were so excited to have a teddy bear picnic with TEDDY BEAR CUPCAKES!!!! I promise, next time we will make real cupcakes.

When I was taking the pics I got a good shot of how much hair Maiya has these days.

Which of course, led to me trying to get it into a ponytail.

Which then made me realize that even if I could get it all into a ponytail, I am totally clueless in the hair department. Bows, headbands, pigtails? Huhwhat?!

love how it looks like she is being so detailed, clearly that picture is not about the details!

I can’t wait until she starts asking to dye her hair fire engine red…or for a perm. Do people still get perms?

We are headed to see Eve on Friday. In the meantime we are going to do some “voodoo magic” of our own. Tonight I am going to leave a glass jar outside in the backyard to collect pollen and other such things, then tomorrow I will have Mason hold the jar while I tap his back. This might help Mason’s allergies and we may not have to do a full-on treatment on Friday. I know, we just get weirder and weirder over here! If you are familiar with NAET this probably isn’t too odd to read. I think a Mason jar would be appropriate here. I am hoping to find something interesting inside tomorrow morning. Not sure what I am expecting, but it seems exciting! Maybe a slug? A fairy?

In the meantime, OHM Acupuncture has a new website! If you are in the Metro-Denver area looking for a NAET practitioner or just looking for a non-invasive alternative treatment I would highly recommend going to see Eve. She is wonderful, and very effective. If you are just curious about NAET treatments in general, read her FAQ page.

I took the kids to see Eve last week.

After weeks of the flu and then back to back colds I decided enough is enough. I have to do something. Not that I expected her to be able to cure them of the unavoidable colds that kids get when in the presence of other kids, (or what I like to call another round of “parent hazing”) It’s just a stage, it’s just a stage, it’s just a stage… but, I had a feeling that something was irritating them, something seemed out of balance.

We did the muscle testing for Maiya, and let me tell you it was not as easy as it used to be. All she needed to do was sit near me and let me touch her skin with my hand, then Eve could do the testing on me as a surrogate. Ha! I tried to hold my hand on her back, then her leg and she kept pushing me away and trying to crawl away. Somehow Eve managed to get the testing done. It was pretty awesome to see that everything we treated Maiya for in the past she was still holding strong on. It did turn up that Sweet Potatoes and Heat were a problem, so we did a treatment for that. Not bad considering last time we did treatments we had introduced rice cereal and bananas and now she eats EVERYTHING.

While Maiya had the vials in her sock I decided it wouldn’t hurt to test Mason out. He was thrilled to get his own NAET treatment. Whenever he doesn’t feel good he asks me to “bump his back” so finally he got the real thing. Eve did the muscle testing on Mason alone, and then again with me as a surrogate. It still amazes me to see my arm go from strong to jell-0 just by introducing a vial (they all look alike) that has a different name on it. Turns out Mason was very weak on Calcium and Vitamin D and also Grass and weeds. Considering how important Calcium and Vitamin D are we did a treatment right then.

We left Eve’s office with some new herbs-I think my collection of Chinese herbs has surpassed any amount of conventional medicine in our cupboard-and headed to the park for a picnic. We have never done the 25 hour avoidance period. Maiya was around 6 months old last time and her treatments would be strong before we even left the office. So this time Maiya had to avoid sweet potatoes (which happened to be in her apple/carrot juice box) and Mason had to avoid all dairy. He was pretty bummed  about no milk for a day, but he got to have apple juice in exchange. Not a bad trade. We also couldn’t eat the cheesy poofs I had packed, which we really didn’t need to be eating anyway! The avoidance period went well until the end of the night when I caught Mason drinking Maiya’s milk! “But she gave it to me.” I guess Maiya didn’t get the memo. Oops. I sure hope that didn’t mess up his treatment.

We will go back this week to check on the previous treatments and do a grass/weed treatment for Mason. That’s all for now!

There is road construction being done in front of our house.  Just that alone is AWESOME for a 4-year-old boy. Pair that with the fact that I somehow convinced him they were building a moat around our house: we have reached a new level of awesome in these parts.

Mason: “Mom, please ask Dad to buy a kayak at REI after work so that he can get home.” “Did you tell him?”

"I wuve you, brother."


The conveyor belt dumping hot asphalt into a dump truck was the winner for Mason. Maiya on the other hand, noticed a bug in between the window pane and the screen and she was very intent on kissing it.

The three amigos.

Let me tell you, it has been a rough ride. Mason is a lot of work. Kids are a lot of work. The past couple months have been really stressful for us. There are tons reason why. I could make a list and maybe gain some sympathy, but what would that accomplish? All I have to say is that I had no idea what I was getting myself into when we recklessly decided to “get pregnant” I thought, “If we decide to do this it won’t be so hard. We are READY.” HA! HAHA! STUPID SILLY WOMAN!

And then we added another! Seriously? At least I was scared about how I was going to handle two kids. Much more realistic this time.

I often find myself thinking that Mason must be the smartest kid around, and minutes later thinking he is the most evil kid imaginable. I then come to the conclusion that I must just have an extra challenging kid. No way anyone else has it this hard.


The point is, I love that kid so much it hurts. I now understand every cliche ever written about what its like to have kids. They are true, very true. When I was pregnant with Mason I asked Clint “Do you think this baby will be as cute as our cats? I mean, babies aren’t really that cute.” Words cannot describe how cute that little fetus turned out to be. I had no idea that he would be able to melt my heart in an instant and make me cry just looking at him and realizing how much I love that little shit.

Last night we put the kids to bed early. Trust me, they needed it….We all needed it. Of course we are not always right, because an hour later Mason was still awake in his room. When Clint went to check on him, Mason said:

“Daddy, I love everyone in this house. I’m sad because it’s nighttime and I can’t see everyone.”

I love you til the ends of the earth

Mason is turning 4 on Sunday and he wants to be a farmer when he grows up….and he has a plan which includes sharing his food with his family and farmer neighbors. That’s my boy!

to wear a colander on your head

This was taken last summer when we were making Clint’s birthday cake. We needed a chef’s hat and I thought the colander would work perfectly.

Now I know why I thought it was such a good idea. My mom just found this picture of me:

Mason stopped napping regularly right about the time we moved to Colorado. He stopped napping completely sometime around last Christmas. I thought my life was over. I can’t explain what it is like to be around this kid all day long with no break. He is exhausting! Add Maiya to the mix and you will totally understand why I need a glass of wine by the time they are tucked into bed for the night. (Ok, sometimes 2 glasses.) Now on a rare occasion I can convince Mason to have quiet time in his room. Even rarer are the times that the stars are aligned and when I check on him I see this:

(making that mess must have made him so tired)

(note the blankie sniffing even while sleeping)

It finally happened! At 6:30pm on Wednesday August 25,2010 Mason got a haircut. We broke down and shelled out the big bucks to take him to Cool Cuts 4 Kids. Let me tell  you, just the name of the place makes me want to puke, and if you’ve never been inside one of these places, well I hope you are sitting down. Sensory overload to the max. I have heard some not so good stories about kids and meltdowns in places like these. Kids who wanted to get their haircut, so I set myself up for the worst and hoped for the best. Little did I know that it would be me wiping the tears away and needing and ice cream cone to “feel me better.”

So, you’ve seen the before and after, and most of you know the story, but how did we finally get Mason to come within 10 feet of a pair of scissors? Well, I was prepared for some serious bribes(ice cream being one of them) and some serious pinning down and cutting involving a bowl and a pair of scissors-which could not have ended well, but in the end it was Mason’s choice…well kind of. I had figured in the heat of summer with all that long hair under his bike helmet that Mason would break down and ask for a haircut. That did not happen. So then i figured that when we were in Michigan I would have my friend DJ cut his hair. What boy wouldn’t want a pretty girl who works at the coolest, most rock, hair salon you have ever seen give him a haircut. Mason loved DJ up until the point that she told him her job is to cut hair. Then all that spewed out of his mouth was NONE DAY! I guess my figuring is a little off.

We made it back home with Mason days from starting preschool and his hair covering his eyes.

Oh shit.

So one night Clint got the scissors out and cut Mason’s bangs (yes, when it’s that long they are bangs) to show him that it doesn’t hurt to cut hair. After a lot of screaming and rivers of tears Mason was maybe 50% convinced. So I broke out the website for Cool Cuts and showed him pictures and told him about the Thomas the Train set in the waiting room, the choice of movies-Toy Story or Cars- and that his haircut was called the Cool Cut(and would cost me a good $20!) Clint broke out the “You want all the girls to like you in preschool don’t you?” Somehow the stars were aligned and Mason went from NONE DAY! to when can I get a COOL CUT?! His idea.

could have had a mullet!

I’m not sure if it is because we promised Mason we wouldn’t use the buzzer or if it was because our $20 went to financing the “all things made with primary colors” industry, but Whoa! what a hack job. Which is when I was tearing up. Ok, and because I watched my son transform into a school age kid and in two days he would be off to preschool and I was losing a piece of my heart and my insides were all in knots and PLEASE STOP GROWING UP FOR JUST A MINUTE HERE!

Maiya was very concerned

All went well. Mason loved his COOL CUT. Don’t call it a haircut because he will correct you. We didn’t need any extra bribes. The free lollipop was enough and I went home an sobbed. Don’t worry, I got it all out Wednesday and Thursday night so that Friday morning I didn’t lose it and scare all of the kids.

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