Go Go Power Rangers

First I want to say- Thanks Mom. All those years growing up I can think of a few times my mom would get totally overloaded with all she had to do for seven kids between the ages of 18 and a month old. She'd end up getting in a total bad mood, and you didn't know whether to hide, run, or stay in her vision but act totally invisible. At those times, I'd think to myself, "You had us. You're the mom. Be a mom and deal with it!" (But I'd wisely keep my mouth shut).
But now I can say I am beginning to understand what was going on in her head. Somewhere between balancing my checkbook that I haven't balanced for three months, bathing my boy-smelling boys, giving haircuts, laundry, dishes, grocery shopping, writing my articles, vacuuming, kindergarten, library story time, and trying to get myself showered before I start smelling like my boys I begin to loose it.
So today when Eric asked me to watch Power Rangers with him I quickly responded, "I can't. I need to finish getting things clean so we can go bye-bye." He said ok and let me go. When I went back downstairs to put another load in the washer Eric looked at me and simply said, "Mom, come cuddle with me." You know those moments that drive guilt deep into your heart? Yup, that was one of those. I promptly sat down, put my arms around him, and watched Power Rangers.

Seven Years Down, Baby! Eternity To Go!

For our seventh anniversary David and I headed for Vegas. It was so romantic. See, I have a list of things I want to do in my life and two of those things are to go to Italy and see Phantom of the Opera. Well, since Italy is way out of our budget the next best thing, of coarse, is to stay at a hotel themed all around Italy. And the room was amazing. But the bathroom...ummmm...there are no words to describe the magnificence of that bathroom. Seriously. When we build our dream home I'm going to make a special trip to the Venetian just so I can make sure I get all the colors right. My heart broke as I left that bathroom. Complete agony. Mourn with me.

And what can I say for Phantom? David had seen it before and said the Vegas version was better. They built the theater just for Phantom. And you feel like you are in an old opera house. And forget drugs and alcohol, the rush you get from those opening notes and the broken chandelier swinging together over your head gives you an amazing adrenaline rush. To say it was our best "honeymoon" is an understatement.

Love ya Babe- xxxxxooooXXXXooOXOXOxxxxxO! (For all those Nacho Libre fans!)

The Beginning

Welcome to the world of the Harwards. This is the third blog I've started, but since I can never remember the blog name I chose I can never find it again. Oops. So finger's crossed, I can remember this one.