going out, outnumbered

Going out when you are outnumbered by your children is a big deal. For me, anyway. Sometimes I see moms at the mall or a restaurant with 3, 4...6 children (yes, I live in Utah...SIX children to ONE mom) and I am shocked that they are capable of being out in public with that many kids. A one-to-one ratio works really well for me. Two-to-one is about my max.

And I was reminded of that tonight as I headed out solo (Scott was working) to meet some friends for dinner at the Porcupine.

I had about 30 minutes to get the kids changed into their going-out clothes and get to the restaurant. I started with Sloane. Changed clothes into new super-cute outfit. Changed diaper. Re-did hair into darling ponytails. Sent her off to play. Check. Feeling like Super Mom.

Now for Tagg. Changed clothes into new super-cute outfit. (well, gym pants and a hoodie because it's the end of the week and I need to do laundry. But he did look cute.) Re-did hair into cute spikey thing. Sent him off to play.  Check. Where is my cape?!

Re-stock diaper bag. Added in as many distraction, restaurant suitable toys and books as possible, bibs, diapers, wipes, shi-shi's (binkies), milk in sippy cups. Check. 5 minutes ahead of schedule. I RULE!

Start to put Sloane in car...sniff. sniff. NOOOOO!!!! Change diaper, again. While changing diaper, a messy situation that requires both hands at all times, she pulls out cute ponytails. Really?! Really? Finish diaper change, wash hands, re-dress in super cute outfit. Re-do hair AGAIN in cute ponytails. While re-doing Sloane's cute ponytails, Tagg squirts hairspray into his eye. Tears. Screams. Drama. Eye flushing. Sloane is emptying every drawer in the bathroom and putting lipstick on her shoes.

And, finally, 15 minutes late...we are off to dinner. My Super Mom status has been suspended, although nobody completely flipped out at dinner or threw food (although Tagg did kind of pants some guy at the next table) so I may be back in the running...as long as pants-guy doesn't talk.

And that, my friends, is why you never go out to a restaurant when you're outnumbered.

oatmeal?

I ate oatmeal for the first time in like 30 years on Monday. Why, you ask? Me too! I have heard a lot of great things about Forks Over Knives, which promotes a more vegetarian lifestyle. Friends I know who have recently tried it are impressed by the weight loss, the health benefits and, most interestingly, that it's not really that hard to not eat a bunch of meat and processed food crap. So I figured, what the hell? I'll try it. I'm not planning to go overboard here but let's just say that in the 3 days I've been a purt-near vegetarian, I haven't had to take a single Imodium (which I take enough to call "Vitamin I") and I haven't felt nutritionally deprived. At all. As a matter of fact, I may make this oatmeal my new dessert  go-to. It's that good!

chocolate love

There's this cute little bakery that I drive by every day called The Chocolate. I love the sign. The "dessert cafe" is in a little old brick house on a major suburban thoroughfare, surrounded by new-fangled big businesses with stucco storefronts and neon signs. And there never, ever seems to be a car in the parking lot. I love it, even though I've never been in. They could be serving Hostess cupcakes for all I know, and yet I want it to succeed so badly! A cute little non-chain restaurant in the Utah suburbs that makes it?! No way.

So on my way home on Valentines Day, I impulse stopped in to buy some dessert-y thing. Because I wanted to contribute to their success. Because I was having manufactured-holiday guilt and felt like I needed to do more for the kids than contribute to their college funds. Because, and let's be honest, I wanted some chocolate.

Photo courtesy of The Chocolate dessert cafe website. Uh. Yummy.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that their confections were more delicious than I expected. And they do cake by candlelight? I might be in love.

Speaking of "in love," I have to share some stories about my fantastical husband. Every Valentine's Day, we both swear that we're not going to go overboard or do anything epic to celebrate the day. And then we do anyway. It's just a matter of who gets to the one-upping first.

The Clinchers. I can water-ski for DAYS with these things!
Just like Mama-hama, my hero.

Scott left a card and chocolates - the cheap Wal-Mart kind - in my car. It was kind of an "I love you, and I want to commemorate our belief in the commercial, hollow-ness of this day." Totally loved it. Even though I'm on a perpetual diet. So, of course, I have a card and a little special gifty of a romantic nature for him later in the evening. And then he double-surprises me with...water-ski gloves! Just like the ones I borrow from his mom every single ski trip. I love them and I love that he knows the perfect gift for me. And I love that he one-ups me on holidays in the most perfect ways. Even if his gift-wrapping skills leave a little to be desired.

love notes

I am not a huge fan of Valentines Day. Very un-girlie, I know. It just seems so manufactured and forced. Not that I wouldn't love some flowers or a little romantic dinner somewhere, don't get me wrong. I would just rather get a bouquet of tulips on a random Tuesday in May or have a lovely dinner out for no particular reason without seven billion other people celebrating romance because they're supposed to. Bah humbug!

The one thing I do love about Valentines Day is thinking about love. Being reminded how much love there is in my home, in my life, in the world. Loving love.

I was reminded of the love fest today when I opened the mailbox and there was a red envelope addressed to our family, postmark West Virginia. It was a Valentines card sending hugs and smiles...and love our way. From one family to another. To me, the best thing about open adoption is being able to share that love and caring. Across the miles and the months. I know that someday my children will have this tender history of the love that brought them to us and keeps us close to their birth families' hearts.

As usual, I am running a few days behind in getting my cards out. Doesn't seem to matter how early I start, I always end up late somehow. But I love the handmade cards we made for the kids' birth families. Their watercolor art is unique, special and beautiful with the drips and streaks —Tagg's are intense and bold and organized; Sloane's are arbitrary, free, delicate. I love them so much it's hard for me to be unselfish and send them off. A poignant reminder of the special gift that we were given. Maybe that's why I waited till the last minute to post them. So off these little masterpieces of love go, families joined by little hands and little hearts.

Maybe I am a fan of Valentines Day after all.