Cinnamondee

All I Wana Do is Have Some Fun

 

 

We went to the beach on Sunday. Ahhh, doesn't that look like fun?

Cruisin on the beach watching your kids play in the water and swim out to the reef.

Until....

Your son starts screaming madly and the husband swims him to shore with...

 

Wana all up in his toes. 

Good thing the lifeguards are ready with vinegar and gauze, 'cause I sure as heck wasn't.

 

So back home we go, with a vinegar foot soaking and slipper wearing to school for the rest of the week (weeks?). He was good trooper about it.  Although, he said he is NEVER going near reef again.  EVER. 

Ugh, me neither man. 

A Birthday, Looking Forward, Looking Back, and Hanging On

I've been having random thoughts lately having to do with my firstborn turning 9.  Mindblowing.  I mean 9, really?  At nine I remembered all those things.  You know, really remembered them. 

I hear songs on the radio, like the one with the pony she called Wildfire, and Time Passages, and The Winner Takes It All and they take me way back, they give me that weird - good but weird -feeling in my stomach.  So this same age that shes in, these are the days, she will remember these days.  Mine were days of doing the "Hustle" at Summer fun, of wearing those Hawaiian print wraparound shorts my mom sewed(ok maybe that was a Hawaii thing) of playing "Charlies Angels" in Jordache jeans and roller skates and pretending I had flippy Farrah hair.   I still remember the feeling, the one where you ache to be older but at the same time cling to mom, cause she's solid, familiar, you can count on her. 

I can see it in C-girl, I can feel it with her, I don't want to miss it.  When she's older, in maybe 5 years, likely sooner, it won't be there anymore, she won't need me like that. 

So gone are the times when I can say "ah, she won't remember this anyway" cause she will.  These are the days. 

So to my tomboy girl who loves everything Muppet, animal and Pokemon.  Who wants to be a rock geologist (thats the career choice of the moment) and who can make me raging mad one moment then charm me crazy the next, Happy 9th Birthday.  May you remember and cherish the happy moments of these sweet years.

Perfect Day

I had the sweetest bestest Mothers Day.  Acai bowl breakfast with a skinny mocha and gift openings - I love those ceramic homemade hand and letter plaques!

Then hiking up Tantalus with the kids.  It was so beautiful. 

 

 

This was the lookout before the hike.

After that Round Table Pizza in Waikiki with beers on tap.  No sir, this was NOT a low carb day by any means.  Especially since after that was Japanese Beard Papa Cream Puffs. 

Bring it.

Soccer and football in the park and a picnic for dinner. 

Perfect.

I'm gonna free fall out into nothin', gonna leave this world for a while

I had a little accident a few weeks back and now finally healed...

I also have a hard time posting pictures of myself so this took me awhile to do.

So... I went running, and while doing windsprints I totally underestimated the power of a uneven sidewalk. Then dove chin first into the concrete.  Sweet.

Me: (lying down next to the bed, whimpering after walking 2 blocks home holding my chin while trying not to pass out)   "Uh, I fell down... I hurt my chin"

W:  "Really? Let me see..." leaning down from the bed and facing his iphone light to me(its 6 am in the morning and still dark). "Yeah I think we have to get you to the hospital"

Me: "Really?  Its just my chin, it'll heal.  Its just bleeding a lot."

W: Leaning down again to look with his light. "Okay, kids get up. Mommy has to go to the hospital"

Me:  :blink: "huh?"

So I decided to be brave and go take a look in the mirror (no, I had not done that yet, I was too chicken)  And as I raised the soaked napkin up and tilted my head back to take a glance, blood came shooting out at the mirror.  Kill Bill style. I cover it back up and decide never to do that again.  It took seven (blue?)stitches and much whining to put me back together again.

W took graphic pictures of it.  I still refuse to look, I'm that weak. The resulting pictures I'm told, and was told many times is, that it looks like a pair of lips stuck to my chin.  I will not be posting those.

Dude. 

Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind. - Mary Ellen Chase

We finally set up the Christmas village.

And this child was found behind the counter after school,

munching happily on his gingerbread house-

 

Dinner with friends, and C-boy decided to make some more friends-

We made some memory books for jotting down thoughts this vacation-

And baked the Snickerdoodles-

Now just to relax here, enjoying the last couple days until Christmas..

Hope you all have a great heart warming Holiday-

Peace Out!

Oh Tannenbaum

Just moving along the Christmas front...

The tree is getting there, but not done yet.  We decided on a artificial one this year, its second hand thru Craigslist. I know, I know, no smell.  ack.  But I don't know about flying these by refridgerated containerfuls from Oregon. Also didn't want these critters or these.  It also seems so wasteful when people keep posting these sad babies secondhand for sale. But after setting it up, maybe we should have tested the branch lights first. Eh. Live and learn (in other words my mom knew what she was doing after all).

Some Christmas friends, I finally finished my soft trees that I started last year.

C-girl made her own Christmas village. 

"just like Nana's, but no lights." (working on that)

"and no trees"

::sigh::

and C-boys' army parachute man(long story short, his parachute got tangled and so I cut it off his head which why his head has a loop on it) is hangin' with the ginger man.  Apparently, they are great pals. 

He's also checking the chimney out to make sure it safe for Santa.

C-boys drawing of the two kids and the tree.  I love those first preschool stick figures.

Take a Hike

I refuse to take part in Black Friday festivities.    We went hiking up Diamond Head instead.

Ahhh.  Much more fun.  And no lines too.

As for all this shopping, its crazy how much people will go through to get all these toys and gadgets and electronic games.  I mean, really, sleeping overnite in a shopping parking lot to get horribly made toys?  I have no solution.  I have two wee ones who are not above asking for toys from China (Spiderman is VERY hard to buy handmade, let me just say).  But my idea is to try my best and if not handmade, at least not made in a zillion miles away.  Hmmm, I'll just enjoy the view for now.

Walking on Sunshine

Dinner for C-boys' birthday at his favorite, Spaghetti Factory.  Complete with all the chocolate cake you can stuff yer face with.

Then stayed overnite in Waikiki for W's birthday...

Sand, Sun ...

And returning happy and exhausted to regular scheduled programming.

Happy Birthday boys!!

zero zero

We made eggplant parmesean a few nights ago, before this crazy house turned into a bunch of sickies.  Here's C-boy waiting, rather impatiently, for 'zero-zero' to hit so he can eat his creation.

He really enjoyed it... it was gone in no time.

Fast forward a couple days, that's when 104 degrees-plus fever hit for four days and actual hallucinations in his sleep began.  He's much better now, but sister just got it today, so not a lot of time to blog.  Or sleep.  Or breathe.  Oh well. 

W is out of state until Saturday, hopefully there will be time to breathe then. 

And make more zero-zero eggplant.   

29 One More Time

Happy Birthday to me... I turn 29 once again. 

Anyway, these are the sunflowers W got for me, he also got me some Starbucks :) what more does this mommy need.  Well, sleep, food, and family, all part of today's festivities.  And maybe a bit of wine.  Hmmm...a perfect day I think. 

I'll leave you with a classic.