October 29, 2014

This post isn't about the dogs

The dogs were being their usual pain-in-the-butt-but-still-very-cute selves the other night.  They kept whining to go out and I went once to let them out.  I hung out at the door and let them back in about 5 minutes later.  I went back to bed and withing a couple minutes Tootsie was whining again.  Then Toto started in too.  I told Ryan that they were staying out tonight.  I went to let them out and closed the curtain. (which mean's I am not coming back).

I got back in bed and said, "they are so cute even though they are annoying."

Ryan said, "what'd they do?"

Me- "Their bed was in the yard and they both ran to it and sat on it side by side looking at the house.  They cuddled up to one another and laid down, all content."

Ryan- "That's probably what they want; to be together.  I know that if I had to sleep in a separate kennel from you, I would whine all night long."


October 27, 2014

So close it's spooky

Halloween is right around the corner and what used to be a day of dressing up and getting candy has turned into a week worth of building up and practicing for the actual day.

We had a zombie walk contest this weekend!  We helped the kids get all made up in their zombie best and gave a prize to the winner and goodie bags to all the participants.  Andrea, the eldest, had a couple of friends over but I didn't picture them because I don't want to put other people's kids on the internet.  My kids are fine. ;)

Andrea's shirt says "keep calm and kill people"  She was very good.

Ryan and I helped Kara with her make up and she won.  She had a really great zombie walk and a lot of Halloween spirit!

The 5 year old trio.  Very good zombies and a kitty that is a little too sexy.  That is very scary.

The bullet hole was my creation (I'm pretty proud of it!) and Lincoln was one of the judges so he couldn't win, but he did get a goodie bag for participating.

Lil Nolan (3 yrs) helped dada judge and didn't participate, but he got candy too.

We had all seven kids this weekend plus four of Andrea's friends.  Lincoln got baptized and we made some scary sugar cookies.  My weekend was WONDERFUL, how was yours?

Go Broncos!

This post has been sitting as a draft for over a week now!  ooops.    This post is about the Bronco game that Ryan and I were lucky enough to go to.  That's right, the one where Manning made history.  That game. :)  It was awesome.  And did I mention that we got to go for free?

I have a friend who is divorced and hot.  Her husband cheated on her and they were divorced nearly four years ago.  Not only is she hot, but she's got a great personality.  Consequently, she has a few men that want to dode upon her.  And why not.  She deserves it.  So a friend of hers has club level season tickets to the Broncos and had extra tickets (not club level but still great seats) because another couple bailed on him.  Enter Lachelle and Ryan.  We got to spend the night before the game in a loft in downtown Denver which was probably the nicest (and most expensive) place I have ever stayed.  It was a stones throw from Coors Field (where the Rockies play) and not only were we spoiled in our accommodations, we also got into several clubs for free because the guy knew the owners or the talent.  :)

AND, while my friend was living it up watching the game in the club level, she met Patrick Roy.  (Avalanche head coach and famous goalie) And got his number.   It was a great weekend.

October 20, 2014

Microblog Monday - His Name is Chris

Apparently, the goat has adopted us.  I thought he was gone; that we had scared him away.  Alas, he is not. In fact he has been eating our pumpkins!  This weekend we went out of town and made sure our dogs and our goat were taken care of.

And now.. there is goat poop everywhere!  The girls wanted to name him Elsa, but I told them Elsa was a girls name so they decided on Christoff.  And Ryan liked William.  So his full name is Christoff William Goat.  Or Chris Billy Goat, for short.

Can anyone give me any advice on what to do with this goat? (Like, "keep it because...." or "feed it ......"  or "call ..... to get rid of it")


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October 17, 2014

I thought the goat was exciting

So here I am all squeaky about the goat on my porch last night, when I was determined to find my old blog.  You see have have had several over the years.  The infertility blog was deleted, but then when the girls were a year old I started another blog.  I thought that I deleted that one too until Vooaalaa!  I found it.  So I have "blended" (I know you like that, don't you) the two blogs because that's my life right now!!  You're probably thinking- whoa.  did I click the right link?  where is theblendeddavisfamily?  We are here! I just need to update the about me us page and do a little updating.

HA! I am so exited and very anxious to get the two blogs blended and to maybe contact some of my old friends.

Goat Friendly Porch

Last night, after picking the girls up from school, we were greeted by this guy when we got home.  

And how cute is that!  I pulled into the driveway and he almost went into the garage, but I closed it as I saw him and he went back up on the porch.  The girls wanted to keep him, but I don't know the first thing about goats.  There are a lot of people in our rural neighborhood that have chickens, goats, horses, sheep, etc.  

I had a notary coming over so that we could close on our refi, so I called her and said, "Uh, this is kinda weird, but I don't want you to be startled.  There is a goat on my porch."  She was asking me all of these questions that I thought were weird having never met this woman.  Like, "Is he healthy?" and "Has this happened before?" I was thinking, you're missing the point, lady.  

Anyway, the girls loved him, and kept looking out the window to see if he was still there.  He stayed for a couple of hours.  Ryan called a nearby friend that had other goats to see if he wanted to come get him.  He said yes and asked if we would tie him up.  Ryan and I went out to see if we could get him ready for transport and he was gone.  :(  

I told the girls that he went back to his mama.  Our friend said that they don't normally wonder too far from where they live, so hopefully, I am correct in that he went home. 

October 16, 2014

Now that's love

The other day, driving home, Ryan tried to pick my nose.  I had a low-hanger and he was willing to get it for me.  I said, "do I have a bat in the cave?" as I pulled the mirror down to look at it.  I struggled for several seconds to try to dislodge the bat to no avail.

I look over to see Ryan picking his nose to give himself a low-hanger so that I wouldn't have one alone.  How sweet is he?!  To know that my husband won't let me face with world with a boogie hanging from my nose alone.  He'll have one too.

Bribery vs. Work Ethics

Remember the days when a quarter would get you something?

A piece of bubblegum
A pack of Wrigley gum
A phone call at a payphone (I remember when you could page someone with the payphone number and they could call you for free!  I had a great pager when I was in high school.  It was green and alpha-numeric.  I digress.)
For two quarters you could by a soda
Air (for tires)
A pack of baseball cards

But now-a-days a quarter doesn't get you too far.  However, in the Davis household, a quarter will get Maddie up and out of bed, she will do chores, help clean up, set the table, get water in the glasses, and many, many more things.  Kara will eat things she otherwise wouldn't eat.. and So will Andrea (for a couple quarters anyway).  For a dollar or two the dog poop will be scooped, the dishwasher unloaded, the house vacuumed, etc.

At first I though it might be "wrong" to try to "bribe" the kids to do things.  But I am the queen of rationalization and I think that I am not bribing... in fact I am encouraging good work habits and ethics.  I have to get up every morning.  Why?  Because I need to make money.  I have to get up and go to work.  My boss is bribing me with a quarter (obviously on a grander scale) everyday and in order to get it, I have to do certain things.

I would rather reward the kids for doing something to earn money as apposed to dishing out allowance for them doing nothing out of the ordinary.

October 14, 2014


Does it really matter when someone says "What the freak?" Instead of the actual "What the F***?" The latter is the strongest curse word (I think) and it gets thrown around all the time, but it's all good because if I substitute "freak" instead, I'm cool.  Would I be okay with my children saying "W.T.F."?  No, I wouldn't-even if they said "mom, I mean freak, not f***."  Because it's all about what is implied.

The reason I ponder this is because someone at church kept saying "what the freak?" the other day.  I mean, every other phrase... Does it really make a difference that he said freak?  The same thing was implied to me each time he said it and I started to get annoyed thinking just say it!

It's like when people say O.M.G. for "Oh My God", but will not say "God." (I don't either, which means I am as guilty as "freak" guy, I guess.) They will tell you that they are implying "Gawd" or "Gosh". 

Does the actual word matter that much that just changing a letter or two make it all sunshine and rainbows?  

October 13, 2014

Post of Pics

I always say, "It's fine" to anything I feel I can't handle at the moment or whenever I am feeling overwhelmed.  This pic pretty much sums up my mantra. 

Some Birthday Pics at Chuck E Cheese.  PS-this was the lamest C.E.C. evah!!! (I mean the games were fun and the food was good.  But the mouse, Mr. Cheese...  LAME)

These are some pics from the fall festival we went to.  Got pumpkins, went through a corn maze, got a hay ride, played in the corn box.  FUN!!  Perfect day for it too.  The weather was beautiful.

(This fake spider nearly killed me when it jumped out at me.)  (I screamed like a girl.)


(Have you ever seen a more handsome man?)  (I haven't)

Corn Angels

OMG, too cute.

Awww.  Dada and Nolan

More Birthday pics with the family, including extended family from out of town!  20+ people, more than half of them were kids!  So fun.

We told the kids that they can add anything to the grocery list.  Kara has been most helpful with paper cups and corn holders.  The second to the last thing is string cheese (I know because as a mother, it's my job to know.  And Maddie told me that's what it was) and I helped with the word "applesauce" at the end.  I mean, what mom wouldn't want to go to the grocery store with this list?! 

Where am I?

We have two lil doggies.  A Chorkie (Chihuahua and Yorkie mix) and a pure bred Yorkie.  Tootsie and Toto, respectively.  We are hoping that Tootsie will become a mama and we can have our amateur attempt at breeding our precious doggies.

I used to keep their kennels in our room, but they drove me crazy!!   I moved the kennels to the living room by the back door.  I have to say that Tootsie has always been a good little sleeper.  Never wetting her doggie bed and never whining all hours of the night.  Toto, not so much. I don't know what Toto does in there to try an make himself comfortable and ready for sleep, but it sounds like he is beating his head against the side of the over-sized kennel!  "what is wrong with that dog?"  I ask Ryan and think to myself, no wonder we got him cheaper than the rest of the litter.

Anyway, the last couple of weeks the twins have not been sleeping soundly either.  I am up at least 3 times a night because one or both of them is whining or dreaming.  (Don't get me wrong, I will always get up.  There will never be a time when one of them has a bad dream or needs a drink of water and I am not up for them.  But I will blog about it.)  Last night, it was as if the dogs and the girls were orchestrating a symphony of whines to keep me on my toes.

The dogs were whining so I went to see which one needed to go out.  Silence.

While standing by the dog kennels I heard one of the girls cry out so I go to check it out.  Silence.

I hear one of the dogs whine again and I walk back out to the living room.  Silence.

WTF??  Where the hell am I?  Am I dreaming?  In my groggy mindset, I actually consider this a possibility.  I consider that I have dreamt the whole thing and that everyone is fine.  So I put the dogs outside and can tell that it must have been Tootsie, if one of them, that needed to go out.  She runs to the corner of the yard and squats like she is going to take a dump but nothing happens.  This has occurred several nights now.  Would this be equivalent to morning sickness?  I hope so.

I let them back in and go back to bed.  Pretty soon, I hear little breathes next to my ear.  I wake up to find Mickie standing at my bed.

Mickie: "I'm thirsty"

I get up and take her, wordlessly, to the bathroom to fill up the glass with tap water.

Mickie: "No, mama, I need cold water."

Me: "It is cold cause it's cold outside."  I let the water run for a second knowing that she isn't going to fall for that one.

Mickie takes a small drink.  "Nope, it's hot."

Me: "Go back to bed.... I'll go get ice."  Dammit.

I go get ice in her cup and the dogs are whining again.  Seriously!!!  I decide that this is the last time I am dealing with the dogs and let them outside and close the curtain.  (that's their cue that I am not coming back to let them in.)

I take the ice water to Mickie and get a nod and a content sigh. "Better" she says and rolls over to go back to sleep.  I go back to bed and hear Toto bark a couple of times and tried to block him out.

Fortunately it worked and I woke up to the alarm a mere four hours later.

October 6, 2014

#Microblog Mondays

Some random thoughts I've had recently:

I should have bought those Teva's on clearance and wore them to work.. with white socks.  (Seriously, I thought everyone knew that wearing socks with any sandal is strictly forebode.)

Update: Ryan says that this is a good thing because it saves people from having to look at her feet.  They could be hideous.  

(My hubby and I shared this thought)  There are many people that try to live their glory days through their children.  Especially at a Pee Wee football game.  You know the kind of person I'm talking about.  I run into this at dance class too.

Have you had a run in with a Dance Mom?
Or a Football Dad?

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4 Going On 16

This week is Maddie (Madison) and Mickie's (Mackenzie) 5th Birthday.  I cannot believe it's been 5 years!  I mean, I know all moms are like My baby is growing up too fast!  But I went through a lot more to conceive and have these girls than the normal mom and time really does fly.

In 2006 I got the baby fever and started longing for a baby.  My ex-husband was pretty tough to convince that we should try for a baby.  I finally convinced him and nothing happened. For months nothing happened.  We went through extensive testing to find out that we had less than a 1% chance to have a child naturally; we needed medical assistance.  Over then next two years my body became a science experiment and I nearly died from a reaction to fertility meds (seriously).  I miscarried after I "got better" from the reaction a week before Thanksgiving 2008.  In February of 2009 my ex and I tried another round of IVF and successfully got pregnant with twins.  On October 8th, after a very difficult pregnancy, I gave birth to the two most beautiful girls in the world.  The girls were healthy but I was not. I remained hospitalized for a week after they were born and finally left the hospital 30 pounds lighter than my pre-pregnancy weight.

The girls were healthy, but colicky!  They cried, and I am not kidding, from 2 months old until 9 months old.  At one point we were spending $400 a month on formula (which is a drop in the bucket compared to what we spent to get them here).   After switching pediatricians a number of times and taking them to various specialists, I ended up at a pediatric chiropractor's office.  It was.a.miracle.  They stopped crying.  It was like someone turned it off.  That (heaven sent) chiropractor aligned those little bodies and made them all better.

The rest, as they say, is history.  After that, they have been your typical babies, toddlers, and little girls.  My ex-husband and I have a pretty successful divorce and share the girls 50/50.  We attend dance class together, are able to celebrate birthdays together, and for the most part you would think that this is the way it has always been.  The girls are very lucky to have such great co-parents.  Plus, my sweet husband Ryan treats them like his own children and they love him dearly.  Where step-dads are concerned-they hit the jackpot.

The girls said that they want to go to Chuck E Cheese for their birthday and their wish list includes: boots, guitar, cowgirl hat, and two Frozen toys.

Maddie is on the left, Mickie on the right.  Born October 8th, 2009 at 1:32 and 1:38 a.m.  Maddie is 6 minutes older.

Newest school pictures  

They were flower girls in a wedding recently.  Best flower girls ever!

Last Week and Some Randomness

Both girls have been sick this week.  Which, for any mom, sucks.  For me, having rehearsal this week and my regularly scheduled work week, it not only sucks, but it blows too.  Each night this week, I have gotten about 3 hours of solid sleep.  The rest of the dark hours have been consumed with re-covering the girls about 100 times a piece, letting the dogs out to pee, going to the bathroom, sitting with one of the girls while they go to the bathroom, leg rubs, tylenol dispensing, and stubbing my toe on the stupid step stool trying to locate the tylenol cup in the dark bathroom.

Of course there are the sweet cuddles and snuggles.  There is the blanket sharing and forehead to forehead whispers.  There is the cute-as-could be nothings that only my little girls would say at 2:30 a.m.  There is rocking and requests for mom's lullabies.

The latter is what keeps me sane during times when the girls aren't feeling well.

Maddie was afraid to lay on the heating pad (on low).  I told her it might sooth her ear ache.  She laid on it for about a minute before saying that her ear felt better.  I don't think it got up to temperature yet!  But by morning, she is a pro (having done it one time) and wanted to show Mickie.  Mickie looks at me and says, "it's gonna make her ear bigger, mamma?"


I started writing the above post on Friday.  Since then, I turned my music in and didn't play in the concert.  Which kinda makes me sad, but I was getting the crud the girls had, so it' wouldn't have been enjoyable.  I took Maddie to the doctor on Friday and she had an ear infection in her right ear.  She is a tough lil nugget, that one.  She could be hurting really bad and you wouldn't really know it.  On the contrary, Mickie shows when she is hurting.  They are with their dad this week.

October 1, 2014

Fiddle Me This

I play in my local symphony orchestra.  I have been playing violin since I was 10 years old, which means I have played violin for 25 years!! Whoa.

Let me take a step back and tell you that I am a part time professional musician.  I have my steady 8-5 job, but I also play my violin at weddings, funerals, nursing homes, etc and it's more of a fun thing for me.  And the bonus is I get paid a little bit of money to do something I love.  It's not a lot, but enough to go get my hair done or a pedi or a date night with hubby every once in a while.

Last night we had rehearsal for our concert on Saturday.  I was put with a new stand partner and I don't like it.  Not one bit.  My usual stand partner and I are really good friends, but she got moved to the first violin section.  (which is harder than the second violin section, which I reside)  Because I play in the second section, I don't practice because I am good enough to pick up the music and just play it.  I am not a rock star, though, so don't consider me the next Regina Stranasacchi. (I didn't know who that was, I just googled famous women violinists).

Anyway, my new stand partner is about a 20 year old boy who still has pretty bad acne and accentuates this acne with a brow piercing.  His hair is kinda greasy and I am sure (because I am stereotyping like non other right now) that he still lives with mom and plays lots and lots of video games.  He is skinny and tries to have a grunge-type look to him.  He is clearly an artist.  And he hogs the stand.

Music stand etiquette says that you should have the stand directly in the middle of both players.  The person sitting on the left of the stand is the one who turns pages, gets the music in order and counts during all the rests so that they can tell the person on the right when to come in.  :)

Upon my arrival to rehearsal, grunge boy has the stand dead-center in front of himself and when I ask him to move it closer to me, he sighs in annoyance.  I am not sure I made the right choice in moving in closer to me because then he was practically on my lap and kept bumping me with his bow hand.  At one point I looked directly at his eye brow piercing and thought to myself that he should pick another color other than white ring/stud.  It looked like a zit that could blow any second and spray all over the music.

We are flying through the music at rehearsal, which is fine with me as the twins and hubby are home waiting for me, when we come across a piece of music called "Strings on Fire". (I'll try to provide a link later) To say the least, it's fast.  I was able to play it pretty well and I am sure that if I did practice this piece, I would crush it Fat Amy style.  So we played it a couple of times and pretty soon grunge boy says that he's got tendinitis and this is hurting his hand.  Translation = it's too fast for him to play.  I told him that he should switch hands every once in a while (gesturing with my hand what boys do in the absence of a girl).  I'm just playing.  I didn't say that, but I was thinking it!

When I got home, I told Ryan that the second violin section totally went down the crapper.  He said, "aren't you in the second violin section?"