Birthing, Turrets (or Tourette's), Moves Like Jagger, Hippies, and Abs!

It has been an exceedingly long time since I have updated this blog.  In March, I took on a VERY full time job on top of my already full time job and was left with little balance.  Five months later, I think that I have finally regained the control in my work life…my home life is still quite different.

A lot has happened since I last blogged, but the one thing that has remained the same is that my tiny humans are still nuts.  And so this installment of Finding Trish begins.

Yesterday was a busy day for us in the Sogn-Dewar household.  We are in the process of finding/buying a house and that has dominated much of our personal time.  Whilst waiting (ever so patiently) for my friend to pick us up to walk through a house Paige decided she wanted to know what giving birth felt like.
Paige: “What was the birth process like?”
Me:  “Where did that come from?”
Paige: “Science class.”
Me: “Well, Paige, it’s a lot like looking for houses.  It seems like a fantastic idea at first, towards the middle you just want it to be over with, it becomes a pain in the ass and FINALLY at the end you have something to show for it.”
Paige:  “Well, this is my perspective… I was Lewis and Clark on a bumpy adventure that ended with me seeing the light when I made my daring escape from your uterus.”

*FACEPALM*

At this point, I know that we are in for some “normal” family time.  When we get to the house that we were viewing, Gavin runs in the door and says to the realtor “Hey baby, I’m home.”

 *FACEPALM*

As we meandered our way through the house, Gavin found the most important room to him…the man cave.
Gavin: “Mom!!  MOM!!! I found the MAN CAVE!!!”
Realtor:  “So, you think that this will be your man cave?”
Gavin:  “Yup…no girls allowed, or the TOURETTES will get them.”
The realtor gives me an inquisitive look.
Me:  “I think you mean turrets, Gavin.”
Realtor:  “What are turrets?”
Gavin:  “The things that shock girls so they can’t enter the man cave!”
Annnnnd the realtor’s inquisitive look quickly shifts to the “are you a family of crazy people look” that we have become so accustomed to.

*FACEPALM*

After attempting to play “normal” while we viewed the rest of the house, it was time to leave…thank god.  We decided on our way home to pick up McDonald’s…and so the fun continued.  Paige has recently been deemed old enough to sit in the front seat of the car and has become the resident DJ.  Paige’s taste in music is normally tolerable, however; she found a bubble-gum-pop-hipster song that tickled her fancy and began to bust a move in the front seat as we pulled up to pay for our meal.

Gavin:  “OMG…and she says I am the embarrassing child?”
Me:   “True and dat.”
Gavin:  “Hey Paige:  you don’t have the mooooooooves like Jagger (in perfect Maroon 5 harmony).”
Guy at McDonalds: “I’m sorry…that is the funniest thing I have heard ALL night.”
And he proceeds to close the drive thru door so he can compose himself.

*FACEPALM*

When we finally get our food and get back on the road Gavin came to the astute conclusion that he was missing his new favorite show.

Gavin: “Mom!  Step on it!  I’m missing Ninjago!”
Me:  “I can’t go any faster; someone is in front of me.”
Gavin peers through the windshield and sees a motorcycle.
Gavin:  “I thought motorcycles were supposed to be FAST.”

And before I know it, Gavin rolls down his window and says:

Gavin: “MOVE IT YOU HIPPIES!”

ANNNNNNNNNNNNND shakes his 9 year-old fist at them.

*FACEPALM*

When we get home, my dear friend Bart stopped by to inquire about the house hunting. 

Paige:  “You are wearing a nice shirt.  You got haircut.  Did you meet a girl?”
Bart: “No.”
Paige: “How are your abs doing?”
Bart: “They are abs of steel!”
Paige pokes Bart in the stomach.
Paige: “Flexible steel, maybe.”

*FACEPALM*

So after birthing, turrets (or tourettes), moves like Jagger, hippies, and abs of steel I hereby solemnly swear to update this blog once a week at a minimum.  This life is too good to keep to myself! J