Sunday, September 28, 2008

How NOT to Do Laundry

For anyone who doesn't know how to do laundry, let me give you a little tip. The best way to wash your clothes is to make sure they are completely inside the washing machine before turning it on:Unfortunately, I did not realize my mistake until there were 9 minutes remaining on a double rinse cycle. Luckily, the high efficiency washer doesn't use a lot of water, and the floor is tiled, so the only damage incurred was that I have to wash the half clean/half dirty sock again.

On the plus side, if you are trying to AVOID doing laundry, the above technique works really well. I don't think Mike will allow me to use the washing machine unsupervised for at least a few weeks.

Love, The Trahans

Saturday, September 27, 2008

My Husband, the Dork

After 12 years together, you would think this is information I already know. And, don't get me wrong, I am not exactly the "cool kid". However, I would have NEVER purchased this shirt for my son, not wanting to bring him down by his parents dorkiness:Yes, this shirt says "Jr. Mathletes". And, as if that wasn't bad enough, it is surrounded by the motto, "cuter than the sum of our parts". Granted, although I wouldn't have purchased it, I didn't exactly put up a fight to keep him from dressing our child in it. So, I guess I am equally as guilty.

Luckily, I don't think any of the kids in Mikie's class can read. Because, if they could, he might be shoved in a cubby. Of course, at his age, this might be fun (since I catch many kids sitting in their cubbies).

One day, he will see this picture and groan at what geeks he has for parents. By that time we can move on to humiliating child #2.

Love, The Trahans

Chemist in Training

Every few months, I have a Society of Cosmetic Chemists meeting after work. I am on the board, so I have to arrive at the meetings early for the board meeting. And, since Mikie is in daycare near work, we go to the meeting together, until Mike gets out of work to come pick him up.

Armed with Transformers, crackers, and milk, Mikie and I arrived at this months meeting at the Massachusetts College of Pharmacy. I was hoping that Mikie would play by himself in a corner while we conducted the board meeting, but he had other plans. He pulled up a chair at the table, and sat next to me hanging on every word that was said. At one point, he turned to me and said "Mom, I want to talk". To which I responded "It's not time for talking, it's time for listening."

Not being allowed to contribute, Mikie got up to explore the conference room. By this time, the caterer had arrived to set up food for the chapter meeting. Mikie sidled on over to where the caterer was working, to supervise. When I went to check on him, he was banging on the radiator, and explaining to the caterer that if you hit it, it "made music". Thankfully, Mike arrived minutes later, and Mikie went home.

When I got home, Mike informed me that after loading Mikie into the car, Mikie announced that he wanted to "stay with Lauren". Evidently, he finds my meetings extremely entertaining. Between this and coming to Crabtree on second shift to check on pilot batches with me, we may make a chemist out of him after all.

Love, The Trahans

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Mother of the Year

A few nights ago, Mike and I were planning on going out to dinner with a vendor of mine. Unfortunately, our babysitter called to tell me she was sick. Faced with the prospect of cancelling or missing my adult evening out, I frantically started calling other sitters. Everyone seemed to have previous engagements (not surprising, since I was calling an hour before we were leaving). However, one girl in our neighborhood was kind enough to recommend another, until I found a sitter.

When we arrived at dinner, we were joking about our sitter situation. When I called him, Steve (the vendor) had been joking, "who cares that she's a pyromaniac, at least we can still go out". To which I responded "Who cares if the house burns down, I have insurance". As I was relaying this story to Mike, I realized that the house could burn down, since in my haste to cook dinner for Mikie and get out the door, I had absent mindedly left the oven on. Thankfully, I called the babysitter, who turned the oven off. But, I don't think they are going to give me that "Mother of the Year" award anytime soon.

Love, The Trahans

Thank You, Disney

I owe this next humiliating daycare experience to Disney, or more specifically, the makers of Ratatouille. . .

For two consecutive days, Mike and I sent Mikie to school with one of his favorite lunches: meatloaf, ketchup, and macaroni and cheese. Both days, Mikie came home with the entire contents of his lunch untouched. Not sure if they forgot to give him ketchup, or if he simply wasn't feeling well, I decided to talk to the teacher.

Mom: "Do you know why Mikie hasn't been eating his lunch?"

Ms. Kelly: "He says you told him there was rat poison in it."

Now, obviously I didn't tell him there was rat poison in his lunch. And, neither of us put rat poison in his lunch (two facts I'm pretty sure Ms. Kelly recognized without me telling her). Heck, we don't even OWN rat poison (since, thankfully, we don't appear to have any rats residing in our house). So, where did Mikie get this idea?

Yes, it can only come from the movie Ratatouille. Mikie had watched it earlier in the week, and before his career as a chef, Remy was the official "sniffer" of all the colony's food for rat poison. Add in Mikie's vivid imagination, and Mom has suddenly poisoned his lunch with rat poison.

Thankfully, the daycare knew me well enough NOT to call child services. In the interim, I have been trying to explain to Mikie that I didn't poison his food and that he shouldn't tell people I have.

I don't know what I am going to do with this child. . .

Love, The Trahans

The Birthday Parties (Takes 3 & 4)

While I was praying to the porcelain gods (see Update below), Mike and Mikie drove to Providence for birthday party #3. Mikie had a good time playing with his cousins, ate plenty of "birthday brownie", and got a lot of nice gifts. Here are some pictures:

Mikie blows out the candles on his "birthday brownie".
Arcangelo entertains everyone with his party "hat".
Mikie enjoys opening his gifts.
Fast forward another week to the 20th and birthday party #4. After three parties, we had determined that Mikie likes brownies, not cake, unless it's ice cream cake, and even then, only if it's all chocolate. Feeling somewhat guilty that I missed birthday party #3, I spent two evenings making a custom chocolate/chocolate ice cream cake. And, not to pat myself on the back, but it came out pretty good. The party was nice and laid back. . . well, as laid back as a party with 7 kids under the age of 5 can be. Mike grilled hotdogs and hamburgers for everyone, and made macaroni and cheese for those of us that have a temporary aversion to meat. The weather was beautiful, and the kids had a good time playing on the swingset and playing baseball. Here are some of the pictures from party #4:

Mikie's custom ice cream cake.
Blowing out the candles before the cake melts.
Everyone enjoying the swingset.
All the kids help open the presents.
And so we managed to survive the month of parties. Thanks to everyone who came to celebrate and make Mikie's birthday special.

Love, The Trahans

Update

It's been two weeks since I last posted to the blog. During that time, the baby and I have had trouble sharing a body. Shortly after my last post, I became violently ill. Well, ill might not be the right word choice, since my "illness" is not viral or bacterial, but hormonal. By 4 in the morning, I decided I should go to the ER. Turns out, I have "Severe Nausea and Vomiting of Pregnancy". Yes, that is the medical term (I know, the guy who thought it up should get some award for creativity). After 48 hours of not being able to keep any food in my stomach, we earned a prescription for a really nice anti-nausea drug that makes life a little more palatable.

So, for the last two weeks, we have been trying to put on weight (since, after 17 weeks, we have netted 1 whole pound of weight gain). Not that you would realize that was all I had gained to look at the size of my stomach. I am somewhat convinced that one of us is losing weight while the other is gaining weight just fine. I also think one of us is stealing energy from the other, since I can barely stay awake all day, while someone likes to use my abdominal wall as a trampoline when I am trying to sleep.

Here are our most recent pictures: Baby Trahan at 15 weeks:Mom at 17 weeks:In another two and a half weeks, we will hopefully find out if baby Trahan is a brother or a sister. The general consensus is that it is a girl. Although, part of me wants another boy. Not just because we can't agree on girl names (although that is a factor), but also because I think Mikie would enjoy a brother more than a sister. In the interim, Mikie has come up with some other suggestions for names. If it's a brother, he now likes "Alex the Lion". And, if it's a sister, he likes "Tom Brady". He is very serious about this last one. He keeps asking us, "Don't you think Tom Brady is a good name?" I guess it's a lot better than "Matt Cassel", but probably not appropriate for a girl.

Love, The Trahans

Saturday, September 13, 2008

'Twas the Night Before the Party

'Twas the night before birthday party #3, and all through the house, everyone was put to work cooking, even Mikie.

Luckily, Mikie loves baking for two very important reasons:
  1. We only bake chocolatey deserts in the Trahan household

  2. All helpers get to lick the bowl/spoons/mixing beaters, etc. when we are done
First, we tackled the cupcakes. Mikie was actually better than I at separating the cupcake papers and putting them in the pan. Here are some pictures of helping:Once the cupcakes were baking, Mikie helped Mike assemble goodie bags. Unfortunately, he found a balloon and quickly became too amused by the balloon to help. In fact, he slowed down the process by repeatedly making Mike blow up the balloon, to the point that goodie bag assembly came to a halt. The whole situation is really too amusing to put into words, so I made a video. Click here to view (I apologize for any shakiness, I couldn't stop giggling).

After we stopped laughing and finished the goodie bags, we made the ever popular Fudgy Brownies. Mike started helping at this point because, unlike Mikie, he is more discriminating in what type of raw baked goods he consumes (basically, he prefers the taste of brownie mix over cake mix).

In spite of the sugar high, Mikie immediately went to sleep following our baking experience. And, since Mike is probably glued to the Red Sox game, I am left to finish decorating everything and make the macaroni and cheese. Which means I should stop blogging.

No rest for the weary. I think I may have to take a day off from work and go to the spa to recover from all these parties. Or maybe just stay home and sleep.

Love, The Trahans

Soccer

David Beckham can sleep well knowing that there is no threat of Mikie stealing his job. . .Today was Mikie's first soccer practice. Technically, last weekend was his first soccer practice, but due to the remnants of Hurricane Hannah, we just drove over and picked up his uniform.

Mikie is one of 65 Mighty Mights. Yes, there are 64 other kids he is practicing with. The Mighty Mights team includes all kids who don't qualify for the youngest of the youth soccer teams (ie, anyone under the age of 5). And, I was amazed to see some people did enroll their 2 year olds to play soccer. I found this incredulous. Because my 4 year old has a hard enough time listening to directions, I can't fathom anyone younger listening. But I digress. . .65 children under the age of 5 surrounded by at least one parent/grandparent per child. That makes for a whole lot of people crammed around a tiny section of soccer field. After the coach reviewed his expectations of us as parents of kids under 5 (basically, don't just drop your kid off and leave in case they get hurt or scared), all the kids grabbed their soccer ball and ran onto the field. The first task was dribbling the ball (kicking it back and forth between your feet for anyone who hasn't played soccer). When the coach yelled "red light" everyone was supposed to stop and put one foot on their soccer ball.

The first problem with practice was all 65 children looked identical. Every child looked exactly the same. For one, every child was wearing white shorts, white soccer socks pulled over their shin guards, and an orange shirt, all labeled with the number "1" on the back (so as not to hurt anyone's feelings). Secondly, every child really DID look the same. I kid you not, we must live in the least diverse city in the country. Every child had dirty blond/light brown hair. So, after watching other people's children that I THOUGHT were my son, I started trying to identify him based on the color of his soccer ball (Mikie having picked a red ball, his favorite color). See if you can identify him in the picture below:(In case you aren't sure, he is the kid in the orange shirt to the right of the girl in a green and white shirt).

The second problem with practice was that Mikie thought it more important to chat up the little girl who lives down the road than listen to the coach OR play soccer. If I couldn't find Mikie, I would simply locate Erin, and, odds were, Mikie would be standing nearby flirting. What was even funnier was how equally enamored she was with him. When Mikie actually DID focus on playing, Erin would suddenly realize she couldn't see him, and you could hear her calling "MIKIE" from everywhere on the field. And, like a lost puppy, he would make his way back over to her. I had to laugh, because I realized if anyone of our friend's from college witnessed this, I would have been harassed, since I was guilty of calling down the hall for Mike the same way when we were in college. (For anyone having a "Where's Waldo" moment, Mikie and Erin are pictured in the center of the photo, in front of the dad in the blue shirt.)

The third problem with practice (and why I will never make a good soccer mom), was other people's kids. Most of the kids were great, out having a good time. A few were timid, and wanted mom to hold their hand as they ran through drills. Then there were the kids who you just wanted to yell "suck it up" at them. Unfortunately for me, one of these kid's parents happened to be stationed next to me. At one point, the team started to play games of freeze tag (the kids all kicked their soccer balls up and down the field and if the coach tagged you, you were frozen). Every time this particular kid got tagged, he ran of the field crying hysterically. His parents kept trying to reassure him that it was "all part of the game" and he was "doing great". By the third time he ran off the field, I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming at him "get a grip".

Alas, like "stay-at-home-mom", "soccer-mom" seems to be a personality trait I lack. Thankfully, the coaching staff seems to be much better at handling kids.

Aside from this, practice was very amusing. From the Massachusetts accents which many of the parents and the coach all seemed to have (I was wondering what he meant by "pitchers" since we were playing soccer; it took me a minute to realize he was talking about team "pictures") to Mikie raising his hand that he was a girl (we had a long conversation about that afterward). And, most importantly, Mikie had a lot of fun (and got immensely dirty and sweaty). So, it appears that we will all be continuing to participate in soccer. I will just need to learn to become more tolerant before next Saturday.

Love, The Trahans

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Breaking News

Today, in Northbridge, a local 4-year old gave birth to a baby girl, ironically, on his birthday. The boy, one Michael Christopher Trahan, is now the proud parent of a turtle. For many reasons, not the least of which is the fact that Michael is a BOY, this is considered a medical mystery. Both the boy and his offspring are doing well, running around the house within minutes of announcing his new addition to his parents.Love, The Trahans

Saturday, September 06, 2008

The Birthday Parties (Takes 1 & 2)

Call us gluttons for punishment, but this year, Mikie is having FOUR birthday parties. It wasn't always this way. I remember fondly the days when we had only one party in Maryland. And then, we moved to Massachusetts. So, last year, we ended up having TWO parties: one with kids from school and Mike's mom's family, a second with friends, neighborhood kids, and Mike's dad's family. This year, to accomodate all parties (pardon the pun), we are up to FOUR. If we continue at this rate, we will be having EIGHT parties by the time baby #2 arrives. (In reality, it's more likely that I will either go bankrupt, insane, or get sick of cake and we will end up doing one big party for both kids in a random month like July). But, I digress. . .

Party #1 - The McLaughlins:

Grand Da, Grandma Pookie, Auntie Katie, and Katie's friend Marta came up to visit on Labor Day weekend, so we celebrated Mikie's birthday while everyone was in town. Mikie picked out a Carvel ice cream cake (saving Mom a lot of effort). We had a nice dinner of meatloaf, the world's best corn, and oven browned potatoes before diving in to cake and presents. Special thanks to my family for wrapping all the gifts while I took a nap, and special apologies to everyone for my crankiness (hormones and lack of sleep are not a good combination).Mikie got some great gifts. Grand Da bought him a massive set of Tinker Toys (one of Mikie's favorite building toys). Grandma Pookie bought him a new snow suit in Red Sox red & blue. Unfortunately, Mikie doesn't quite understand why he can't wear it to school; I keep trying to explain that it isn't snowing yet. But, at least we know he likes it. Auntie Katie and Marta bought him a Transformer, the Fishing Game and a Light Bright. As you can see, he was very excited about his Transformer (it's a dinosaur). We all agreed the Fishing Game is WAY to difficult. The manufacturer switched from magnetic poles and fish to poles with hooks that you actually have to get INTO the fishes mouth to catch him. Another case of a classic toy being remade poorly. We may be on E-bay looking for the magnetic version. But, the Light Bright provided ample fun (especially for Katie and I, who never had a Light Bright as kids).

Party #2 - Friends from School:

Last year many of Mikie's friends' parents didn't feel the need to drive 45 minutes each way to bring their child to a birthday party. Honestly, I can't entirely blame them. We are pretty selective about driving 45 minutes back to Woodstock to go to their kid's parties. So since our daycare has recently offered to rent their "big room" out for birthday parties, I decided to take advantage. With the remnants of Hurricane Hannah blowing, it worked out well, since the dozen kids in attendance were able to run around and destroy the daycare, and my house looks unscathed. Well, not completely unscathed, since I made a mess of the kitchen baking. . .

Yes, I made the cake. Mikie wanted a Monkey Party. So, I made the same monkey cake we had at Mikie's 2nd birthday. With a few exceptions. Mikie chose the cake mix (Betty Crocker Moist Delux Dark Chocolate Fudge versus the Marble Cake of two years ago), and I did all the rest. And, I must say it tasted pretty good. As per his usual, Mikie ate only the frosting, but the other kids and parents loved it. We only had about a fourth of it left to bring home.Mikie also chose the games we played: Duck Duck Goose, Musical Chairs, and Hot Potato. He assured me these were all fun games (as if I'd never played them). His exact words were "Musical Chairs is a fun game we play in Mr. Jay's room and I always lose!" Well, today Mikie won at musical chairs. And, he didn't even cheat by hovering near the chair. I guess all those laps he runs around the house have made him pretty speedy, because the kid he beat out was SIX! Duck Duck Goose was interesting as well. For whatever reason, all the kids chose to pick on me (I guess pregnant women look like they are slow runners). Screams of "Goose Me" rang through the room. Unfortunately, not all the kids understood that when Mikie says "Meatball" or "Balogne", it's the equivalent of being "goosed". But, I think they had fun anyway.

All in all, we had a great time, and we didn't have to clean up (thanks to the Northwood teachers who volunteered to be our "party planners"). Plus, we were so worn out that all three of us took naps when we got home. Now that's the sign of a great party!

We have a third party planned for the 14th in Providence, and the fourth and final party on the 20th. So, look forward to more pictures of chaos, cake and presents.

Love, The Trahans

Coffee Talk

Mikie and I were enjoying breakfast before leaving for work and school earlier this week. Instead of sitting at the table, we were dining at the bar stools at the kitchen island. As I was eating my cereal, I couldn't help but notice Mikie staring at me. Not sure if my head was screwed on right or my hair was sticking up, I asked "Can I help you with something?" To which Mikie responded matter-of-factly, "It's time for the baby to come out, Mom."

I wasn't sure whether he was just excited for the baby to come out, or if he thought I looked ready to have the baby. I'm hoping the former. I realized, however, that unlike my pregnancy with Mikie, when Mike took pictures of my stomach on a weekly basis, we haven't taken any pictures to document this baby (I guess it's true, the second child does get short changed). So, here is a picture for all to see of the littlest Trahan:Love, The Trahans