day 7

In the words of Rachel Zoe,

Do you die? I die over this picture.

How perfect is he?

Yes. I skipped day 5 and 6...

but I've been sick as a dog.

and Ginger's sparkles are driving her nuts.

Yesterday, she unfortunately had to ask me if my mouth was sick,

after seeing me throw up for the 3rd time.

Then she woke up in the middle of the night crying

and said Look! Look! to my mom who rushed to her bed.

Behold, vomit was everywhere.

My poor baby.

All three of us shared mild fevers.

And sweet Oliver nearly jumped out of his skin every time I blew my nose.

All I can say is thank goodness for moms.

My mom came to our rescue yesterday and babied all three of us babies.

And my mother in law, Peggy, took Oliver for the day

so I could recoup.

These pictures of G and me crack me up.

Thats her Calamine Lotion. Bottom's Up.

A Case of the Sparkles

Ginger woke up with some bug bites on her and

we just couldnt believe it.

We had the house sprayed twice within the last two weeks.

That was at 8 am, at 10 am she had about 18 bug bites.

Wait, that couldnt be right.

Chicken Pox!

Well, if I know one thing about my Ginger- or all toddlers, really -

it's that they are really, really impressionable.

One day I wore a shirt with a bit of sequin on it.

hey it's Vegas, totally acceptable.

Ginger said, Ooooooh, I like your sparkles.

I thanked her and then she pointed to a bug bite and said, I have a sparkle too!

Lightbulb!

theyre not chicken pox- they are sparkles.

Ooooh and they are so gorgeous!

We keep saying, I like your sparkles.

and she'll look at her arm admirably and say so sincerely, Oh thank you!!

And guess what?! You get to put pretty pink makeup on your sparkles!

Luckyyyyyy.

I would say this calls for a Sparkle Party!

And whats a party without some candles to blow out?

The cookies were supposed to look like sparkle pox.

And yes the first picture I did want the focus on the cookies.

However the seccond picture it was supposed to be on her happy little face.

Seriously it felt SO good to see the her look so happy as we sang

"Happy Sparkle Day to You"

Willow was a guest of honor, helping her celebrate...

and soon we will help her celebrate.

Yay.

I think it was a successful happy sparkle day overall.

day 3 and 4

Day 3 was clouds.

It was about 8 pm when I realized this...

I was just about to make a run to the store

for diet coke and ice cream.

The sun was going down and I thought,

Oh pretty,

oh crap.

So I ran back in, grabbed the camera and stood in the middle of the street to

take a picture.

Day 4 is Something green.

I went to fremont Street last night with a couple of friends.

friends that are a couple.

a couple that feels like family.

Eric has some camera lenses that will blow your mind.

or at least make you say, Oh cool.

I kept saying, thank you for letting me play with your lenses.

Because seriously, it's really nice when someone lets you play with a toy that

is valuable to them.

Oh heres my green picture...

It's not my favorite picture of the night,

but I forgot about the green challenge and this was all I got.

well I got this one too,

sort of a green tint,

But I do love this picture...

Shout out to Jess.

A picture of you on my blog.

Ask and ye shall receive.

Did I mention I did day three on day four and day four a half hour

before day four.

I just felt like I should be honest.

Ok now to bed, where I am going to snuggle Oliver.

Oh and PS

Ginger has the Sparkles!

Chicken Pox= Sparkles

More on that tomorrow.

Day 2

I told you this was going to be a challenge.

I didnt even remember to take a picture until 1130 tonight.

Too bad I couldnt find my camera.

So Photos via iphone.

What can you do?

Today was: What I wore Today.

I really wish I'd have known that when I got dressed.

This is a go to outfit,

usually reserved for running errands because its comfortable.

Pants: green slim cords from Anthropologie.

Top: an urban outfitter find. And guess who else has this shirt? Tori Spelling. She wore it on her reality show once. And I was like OMG.

Shoes: not shown... red vans. because I cant match to save my life. oh and sans laces because I was too lazy to put them in.

On a side note.

events of the day included...

sleeping in until 10 am. It. was. Ahhhhmazing.

an appt for the kids with the nutritionist. A stupid long time in the waiting room.

Ginger told the nutritionist her favorite food was "Vegetables".

I smiled modestly and did sort of a "what can I say?" shrug.

Even if it was a lie. Pretty sure her favorite food is chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream.

But check out this drawing... she traced her hand!

Oliver: weight: 19.5 pounds. Height: 28 inches

Ginger: weight: 24 pounds. Height: 34 inches

Which I think is perfect for both of them.

Oliver tried very hard to crawl today.

Ginger peed on the floor. yup, just like an animal.

I went the whole day without watching Tangled.

Ginger, Oliver, Moses and I all ate dinner on one chair. at the same time.

and not for lack of space... just because.

Yes. Ginger is naked. She is always naked.

I read an article that changed my life; Youre nobody's victim, not even your own.

I am tired and exhausted...

but I am grateful because I have the blessing of being a mom.

Is there anything better than babes in pjs?

Day 1

Im taking a 30 day photography challenge.

Challenge is most definitely the right word,

We all know how my 365 blog went.

Day one is self portrait.

I decided to take a picture of me in a familiar setting.

I guess to make it more authentic.

So here I am sanding my parents table.

I've been working on un-ninety-ing this Circa 1992 piece for for three weeks.

And I'll be damned if this isnt the smoothest table top

to ever grace this earth.

Speaking of smooth table tops...

check out the definition in my legs and arms!

I know I should be more modest...

(I also know it looks like Im d.i.y.-ing in my underwear)

but I have been trying very hard to have a healthy physique.

And this picture makes me feel strong.

PS... Whose doing this with me?!

why is mater in the refrigerator?

Im assuming we all know who Mater is, if not... here he is.

Miss Ginger has decided from here on forth

all trucks shall be known as Mater.

Tuesday morning I heard Ginger, yelling from her bed...

"Hi! How are you?! How are you?! Good Morning!"

who the heck was she talking to, I wondered...

I'd like to say she greets me like that first thing in the morning,

but its more like,

"where's oliver? Im hungry. I wanna go downstairs. Im hungry. Im hungry, mama."

She was greeting Mater- the garbage truck.

which was out front collecting her dirty diapers.

So we ran downstairs as fast as possible because seeing Mater makes her day.

And she stood outside, bare bottomed, wearing nothing but an ear to ear grin.

It's the little things in life.

Last night we bought a Mater at Smiths.

I've found Mater in the fridge three times.

But I used my super advanced detective skills

and put the pieces of the puzzle together...

the watermelon lured Ginger to the refrigerator.

She had to set down Mater,

how else was she supposed to dig her fingers in the watermelon?

Everyday brings new adventures, new mysteries, new trucks in the refrigerator.

Oliver is six months!

If you dont think this is funny

...I dont know if we could be friends.

Every Little Step with Mike Tyson & Wayne Brady from Mike Tyson

I have no idea

what I am about to post.

I just know that its time for an update.

firstly, I lost my sanity.

then I found it.

then I lost it again.

then I found it, lost it and on and on.

As of right this moment

I can be trusted standing on the edge of a cliff.

I should erase that last sentence...

because I truly think my mom is nervous that

i am google mapping "nearest cliff to Las Vegas to jump off of".

The past 5 or 6 weeks have been

absolutely nuts. A blur.

Oliver hasn't really had a chance to enjoy this lovely world yet.

Which means Mama hasn't either.

He's been sick since he was born.

Thankfully not sick enough to be in the hospital

but sick enough for life to suck.

And I am my own worst enemy.

The anxiety is so effing ridiculous.

It's worst about 8pm.

I start to feel super sleepy.

Then I have temporary amnesia and start to get excited

that it's almost bedtime and I can sleep.

Then... Bam, it hits me.

Seriously, picture me...

Mary Tyler Moore-ish skipping down the street,

about to throw my hat in the air

then

I get hit by a bus.

The "Hahaha, you have a newborn who never got the

babies sleep 15 hours a day memo" bus.

And then I cry.

And they cry too.

They cry way more than I do...

So stop referring to me as "overly emotional"

at least I dont cry when I poop or when I get apple juice instead of lemonade.

Oliver is really, really handsome.

And I'm going to be honest,

I've cried many tears,

locked myself in the bathroom

more than once.

had multiple anxiety attacks

and have found myself promising

him a million promises

that soon, it will all be okay.

Oh, and the prayers. My goodness the prayers.

But I love him.

I love him, I love him, I love him.

I think he's warming up to me...

He loves his face caressed.

Right this second Ginger is doing yoga.

Seriously shes on my mat saying downward dog.

She is like so 2011.

Yoga's still current, right?

Were about to have a shot of blended grass in a minute.

Oh now she's pooping.

I know because she puts her hands over her eyes and grunts.

Just trying to give you the play by play in our life.

And no, she's not potty trained.

And no, I am in no hurry to get the training going.

However, if you would like to borrow her for a few weeks

and return her with a pack of undies and an affection for the toilet,

Be my guest.

Real Housewives of whatever city is the best show.

Newborns need their diaper changed 72 times a day.

Moses is the easiest child I'll ever have.

Mrs. Myers lemon scented cleaning supplies make cleaning better.

You know Im stressed when I'm scrubbing my grout.

I desperately want company but Im not an initiator.

But dont ring the doorbell.

Never ever ever ring the doorbell.

The new H&M in Vegas is fabulous.

Ginger wants to watch Tinkerbell every day, three times a day.

Our new ward, The Legacy Ward, has the most amazing people in it.

Ginger now says "Oh myyyyy gooooooossssh" with incredible dramatic flair.

She also says "damn it".

I need to watch what I say, damn it.

I am now 28 years old.

My Mom took me to see Cher and it was the best surprise ever.

I cried during the show, how embarrassing.

My kids need their nails trimmed.

Ch-Ch-Ch-Check out my new couch pillow from Anthropologie.

So fun.

So that's glimpse of the current events in the Treese household.

Every day One humongous ball of crazy, busy, loud, frustrating, joyful, stressful,

sometimes sad, always chaotic energy.

And 5 weeks into this,

I still feel like its my first day of a new job...

and I have no clue what the freak I'm doing.

But I'm doing it.

And Im proud of that.

two thousand eleven

Happy New Years!

Obviously you know by now

Our family of three is now a family of four.

Well, four and a half.

I always feel bad for not counting Moses.

Being a mother of two kids under two

is BANANAS.

and I am going to be honest...

I am struggling.

More on that later though.

I just wanted to share our New Years with you.

Ginger spent the night with my parents,

so it was Casey, me and Ollie.

Our friends Michele and Cade had their annual New Years Party

and it was fabulous.

[Michele and me]

Oliver was pretty mellow when we got there,

then about an hour later he started to get fussy...

After a few attempts of trying to calm him

Casey thought it best to take him upstairs

thinking, perhaps he was over stimulated.

So up we went and shut ourselves in the bedroom

and tried to comfort Ollie.

After some troubleshooting, we figured out that he was constipated.

So we undressed him and Casey

went to work trying to help Oliver deliver a poo.

This includes pushing his legs and massaging his bum.

And that's when we heard the celebration from downstairs.

"Happy New Year!"

they yelled.

I looked at the clock, yep- it was 12:00

Officially 2011 and there we were

two tired parents

ringing in the new year with shit.

So we laughed.

and kissed.

And acknowledged the obvious;

We werent 23 year old care free kids anymore.

Life is so very different now.

and I wont lie

Thats a difficult thing to accept sometimes.

Especially when all you want to do is be selfish and

not carry the burden and responsibility that every

decision you make

affects your spouse and kids.

But.

As I sat there with my husband

and my newborn

and his crap filled diaper...

It all felt so right.

And I couldnt think of anywhere else I'd rather be.

Happy New Year!

I title this one, "A wistful Casey".

no,

"A wistful Casey with a touch of gay"

I a have a special "casey voice" I like to use and

make up captions for this photo.

And Omg you guys- its so funny.

Im like so freaking funny.

PDA between couples

married over two years

makes me feel so happy.

But they have to be married that long at least,

otherwise, its so gross and obnoxious.

FYI, these two are four years (I think).

Ahhh fun times...

We laughed so hard.

Like omg, so hard, I almost ate the camera.

Adventures in Oliverland coming soon.