Sunday, November 30, 2008
Remember that season of Laguna Beach after LC and Kristen left and they had that girl on there, Kendra, and her friend that was supposed to be like Lo Bosworth named Cami (who was actually way more annoying than Lo Bosworth, if that is even possible) and there was also that guy named Cameron that for some reason all the girls were fighting over (why, I ask you, WHY?). And then there was also that other blonde girl and her brunette friend that I can't remember their names but Kendra and Cami hated them and talked about them all the time. And remember, the whole time we were watching it, we were thinking, "I miss Kristin and LC and Stephen!" And then, the powers that be heard us and brought us "The Hills." Thank heavens. Anyway, remember that?
Well, if there is anything that can be learned from the debaucle that was "Laguna Beach: The New Class" it's that the original is always better. That's why I haven't blogged recently. I've not been myself. But myself is back now and ready to tell all of you what a wonderful holiday I had (It involved barf! And not sleeping! And black friday shopping! And, oh yeah, food!). I have planned to give you all a play by play of our Thanksgiving. So look for that soon. You are welcome. There's no charge for my awesomeness.
And no worries. Your neighborhood Kristin Cavalerri is back. You no longer have to look at Kendra's mug.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Last week, I noticed Cason was running a fever, so I called a made an appt. with the doctor. And then I promptly canceled it because I just didn't feel like messing with it. I had too much other stuff going on. Like buying these and these for Kendall. And trying to figure out if Ashlee Simpson-Wentz had that baby yet and I somehow missed it. Because as much as I want to smack her, I also knew that her baby would be named something totally ghey. And I was once again proven correct. Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, back to Cason. And then I mentioned here that he was clearly sick. I finally gave in (after he ran a 103 temp on Wednesday) and took him in. The doc diagnosed him with a "massive, raging ear infection." I'm not sure if that is a true medical term. I suppose I could look it up on webmd.
I don't know. There's this whole doctor issue that I just can't seem to figure out. I don't want to be one of those o.p.p.s ( over protective parents) that we all laugh at. You know, the ones that take the kid to urgent care as soon as he coughs (Yes! There really are people that do that! I know some of them personally!); the parent that has a running antibiotic prescription for every time the kid has a runny nose; the parent that thinks the child must be near death if he has a barking cough (yeah, Cason has had the barking cough several times).
But then I hate that I let my own neuroses get in the way of my child needing actual medical attention. I guess it's just to have a happy medium between the two. Follow my instinct as a mom (which at times tell me to ignore the barking cough and go on drinking my half hot chocolate/double mocha from Seven Eleven and reading a People magazine) and be vigilant in observing my own kids.
Sigh. Parenting is hard, y'all.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Did anyone notice on my last post that my choices were d, e, and then d again? Ha. Me knows my abc's y'all.
Thanks for your imput on what I should blog about. I know. My life continues to blow you away. It's ok. Vanilla Ice was by far my most requested story and as I was getting ready to type this I realized that it is not nearly as funny as I had it pictures in my mind. It went a little something like this:
We were at Target and Cason started to dart out into the parking lot and Colin said, "All right, stop!" and then he looked at me and smiled and said, "collaborate and listen." Because who doesn't say that after saying "stop"? If you said you don't, you're lying. Either that or you were born before 1978 or after 1983. So I continued...
Emily: Ice is back with a brand new invention.
-pause...waiting for Colin to join in
Emily: Something grabs a hold of me tightly, flows like a harpoon daily and nightly.
-pause...waiting for Colin to join in
Emily: Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know.
Colin: Turn off the lights, and I'll glow.
You see why I married this man.
Emily: To the extreme, I rock a mic like a vandal, light up the stage and wax a chump like a candle.
Colin: Please stop now. You're embarrassing your children.
Emily: Why stop when I can sing the whole song?
Colin: Ok, please stop. You're embarassing me.
Speaking of embarassing, mark your calendars. The Britney Spears interview will air November 30th. (Dude, my segways KILL!) Don't act like y'all ain't gonna watch. Count how many times she says "like", "y'all" and "for reals." Bonus points if she says, "Like for reals y'all." Apparently the girl's trying to get herself in line. Which is decent of her since she has two small children.
Can you believe it's been ten years since "Baby One More Time" came out? I know you'll be singing that all day now. Either that or "Ice Ice Baby." You are welcome.
Monday, November 17, 2008
So sorry for the complete and total lack of posts. I have been really busy lately. And by really busy, I mean, I was so unbelievably sick for three days that I thought I must have been punished to die some slow, slow death. But, I think I'm better now. Unfortunately, I think my kids are sick. I have diagnosed them (no, not by myself, silly! I used WebMd!) with sinus infections. But I really don't want to take them to the doctor. She'll charge me two copays to see both the kids. Either that or I'll only get enough medicine for one of them. Although if it helps the current sleep situation (which can be defined as: not much), maybe I should suck it up.
But I have lots of stuff I want to post about. I'll let you guys pick. Vote in the comments about what you would most like to hear about and I'll write out a nice little post for ya.
a) a conversation Colin and I had involving Vanilla Ice
b) pictures of Kendall's black eye
c) a story about Cason sneaking food, again
d) the reasons I loathe one of our local malls (seriously, I may never darken the doors again)
e) Cason's latest hobby (it involves narcisissm!)
d) me learning how to read the following word: phobias. Shut up Mary.
Possibly, if you're nice, I'll write about more than one of those. I know. You may bask in my glow of generousity.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Now you can get off my back about my kid rockin a sweet mullet. After the mullet comment and Colin doing an absolutely redonkulous job at combing Cason's hair, we took him to get it cut. And it only took two days, multiple trips to the barber, a sonic coke, Cars on the iPod, his mommy holding him, his daddy holding him, 42 dumdum suckers, a Qdoba quesadilla, and a few wrestling holds to get it done. From here on out, Cason's hair is not my concern. At this point, I don't care if he looks like Rene Charles Angelil.
Either way, Kendall said she didn't give a crap. She thinks he should just clip it back with a bow like she does.
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Daniele tagged me to talk about my husband. I know that he doesn't always get the best wrap on the blog, but really, the guy is a hoot. My friend Jen told me one day she always wonders how in the world we ended up together but that it really makes total sense. And it's really true. Seemingly, we're complete opposites. But we make it work through laughter, prayer and a lot of anti-depressants. I'm proud to say that he had a wonderful moral character when we got married, but I have brought him down to my level. It wasn't easy but I perservered. It's one of my finer achievements in life.
Here is my hot baseball husband. He's a great coach and has achieved more before his 30th birthday than most coaches do in their entire career.
He's doing all he can to insure that Cardinal mania continues down through the generations.
A rare family photo. No comments about my fat face. I was nine months pregnant. Ok, six months.
Look at us! We look like babies!
And with the DNA to produce children this beautiful, who wouldn't want to marry him?
I married my best friend. I'm not sure I could have said that and meant it the first year or so of our marriage. But now I know what it's like to wake up next to your BFF everyday (and a two year old). This was kind of cool to talk about the husband. I'm going to tag lots of people for this one...Let's see....Jen, Jenny Brewton, Cheri, Jess, Melanie, Sara, Liz, Brooke, Angela, Ginny, and anyone else who wants to...I want to see your husband posts very soon!
Friday, November 07, 2008
Guess what's hanging in Kendall's closet right now? She's now the proud owner of the brown velvet bodice dress from Gymboree. A big thanks to all those who sent me 30% off coupons to use. I mean, I went back and forth on whether or not I should get it for her and she really wanted it. The girl begged for it. She told me that Reese and Lainey would have new holiday dresses and she just couldn't bear to show her face in public if she didn't have this dress. And I'm nothing if I'm not a crowd follower. The MIL and I went shopping today (side note: my MIL should have quit her job a long time ago. We're having a blast.). At the first store we went to, at Mall That I Love, they didn't have the dress in Kendall's size. So they called Mall That I Hate Because It's Full Of Teenage Emos and Gangsters and they had one and held it for us. Next up will be Cason's Holiday Outfit. I'll let you know how it goes. I know all of you will be sitting up at night dying to know the latest.
You may think I haven't posted since Tuesday because I have been depressed about the election results. Not true! I was with the large amount of republicans who has spent the past two days rioting in the streets over the results. Just kidding, but wouldn't that be a funny notion?
No, I've done other things besides rioting. I looked up two books on Amazon and thought, "I just don't even have the energy right now." I got a new vacuum cleaner that I'm loving. It goes over bare floor as well, which I have mixed feelings about. I think I can sweep faster but the vacuum picks up more stuff. It's a dilemma that one day my cleaning lady can figure out. Other things I have been doing include trying to figure out if 7 eleven or braum's has the best hot chocolate, wondering why in the world someone in our neighborhood has their Christmas lights up already and trying to figure out what was going though Michelle Obama's head on this one:
I'm going to set partisan politcs aside and go ahead and say what we're all thinking, "What the heck, Michelle?" Although I must say, I am digging Malia's (or is that Sasha) age appropriate bubble dress. Pay attention Hollywood. This is who should be wearing a bubble dress. I'm looking at you Naomi Campbell.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
I'm pretty sure that's illegal. ACORN probably signed him up. They told him to vote early and vote often.
Monday, November 03, 2008
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Ok, since when did Halloween become the new Christmas? My kids had AT LEAST one Halloween party/activity everyday this week. Because of that, we decided not to go trick-or-treating. But we were invited to go with some good friends that have a son Cason's age so we decided to go. About 15 minutes before we left, both kids were having a massive meltdown that left us questioning not only our decision to go trick or treating but our decision to become parents in the first place.
I didn't get a Halloween costume for Kendall. I mean, a) we spent a lot of money on Cason's costume b) she's ten months old c)she's not the firstborn and she has to get used to getting the shaft at some point. Apparently when people find out that you are not dressing up your daughter, they go mad and give you costumes. A tactic to try in coming years.... At any rate, in the span of 12 hours Kendall went from having zero costumes to having 3 costumes. So we had a fashion show...
Up first is the pumpkin. Cute. She had a good time in this outfit.
But it wasn't so easy to crawl in. A must for a modern girl.
Next up is the ladybug. I'm pretty sure that if she were old enough, she would be flipping me off here:
The clear winner is the fairy princess. Just look at our little beauty. Thanks Jenny and Kennedy!
My little race car driver: Isn't he handsome?
At the first house we went trick or treating at, Cason went to the door and said, "Twiko Tweet!" (trick or treat) and after they handed him the candy, he proceeded to walk into their house. I guess he thought any house that gave out candy at the door is a good place to be.