not so zen momma

My Thoughts on Pinterest

2011-11-23T09:10:00.001-06:00

1) Everything is better with crescent rolls. Or cream cheese. Or a ranch packet.
2) My husband will mock the site as too girly but then squee like a tween when I show him any recipe involving salted caramel, Rolos or red velvet.
3) There is a point where organization becomes repelling.
4) I don't get the visual appeal of Ryan Gosling, but it did take me a long time to come around to the greatness of Jon Hamm.
5) I must get some riding boots.
6) I'm not motivated to exercise by how hot someone else looks, but I am motivated to eat by how delicious a recipe looks.
7) Until now, the waffle maker has been a seriously underated appliance.
8) I bought a jar of Modge Podge, now what?
9) People think spray-painting is easy and inexpensive. It's not, it's expensive and annoying.
10) Wreaths are en vogue. Seriously, who knew?

7 Rules for Our Happy Home

2011-11-15T14:03:00.001-06:00

Family Star Wars time

1. During family Star Wars time, mom gets the blaster gun.
2. You can live here when you're thirty if you do all our laundry. Sort, clean, fold AND put away.
3. To lessen your punishment, get me to laugh when I'm getting all "serious parent" on you.
4. Honesty is not the best policy when you are four and critiquing the dinner I just cooked.
5. Keep comparing me to a queen. It's good for my ego.
6. Always run to me when you come home for the day, because I'm waiting with happy, open arms.
7. Remember, we're all in this together and it's lots of fun.

West's Birth Story

2010-06-21T16:59:00.008-05:00

It may be a cliche, but I went to labor during a full moon. Well, in as much labor as someone that has to have a c-section can go into...

March 30, 2010 - I had the day off due to several pregnancy hormone attributed crying spells... at work. Let's just say, I'm a mess from week 35 on.

I had great nesting day. It included lunch at Nunu's Mediterranean Cafe, leisurely shopping at Barnes & Noble, and picking up groceries at Crest. I was having a rough time at Crest - with hot spells and Braxton Hicks - but I soldiered on.

That night, we had a family dinner and afterward we decorated Easter Eggs. This is my last picture with only one son.

After the decorating, I was noticing my Braxton Hicks contractions weren't going away. So after Van went to bed, I started tracking them. And tracking them. And tracking them. Yup, I was having contractions every three to five minutes. Was I in labor? Derek and I questioned this until around 4:30 AM when we decided to go get it checked out at the hospital. So, we called Derek's parents and met Bill at the Lighthouse to drop off Van. Bye baby.

Because it was so early, we had to check in with the Emergency Room admin. They were astonished to have another preggo. Full moon.

The triage nurse hooked me up to monitors and performed an exam - no dilation. Time to wait, for an hour to be exact. Again, the contractions were coming at a regular rate. But another exam revealed no dilation. Derek and I felt they were going to send me home. So, we just decided to rest and try to take a nap.

Our nap time was interrupted by a new nurse with a blood kit.

New Nurse: Didn't your nurse tell you?
Us: Tell us what?
New Nurse: Your doctor called. He's going to be here for the c-section in 15 minutes. They are prepping the OR.

No one knew we were at the hospital but Derek's parents! The camera was still in the car! Complete panic!

Derek rushed to get the camera and call relatives. In the meantime, a team of nurses took my blood, pushed paperwork in my face, and made me take mysterious medicines. At one point, I was signing papers with one arm while another nurse had the other to take my blood. I kept looking at the clock - 15 minutes and where is my husband? My family? I eeked out one text message to my bosses, "Having a baby in 15 minutes."

Then Derek came back in, out of breath and with a camera. He had enough time to help me calm down - my heart rate was racing and I had so much anxiety that I was requesting some kind of sedative (which they didn't give me).

Off to the OR we went. Last time, I passed by our friends and family, who were eagerly waiting the outcome. This time, I was wheeled through a quiet hospital just trying to start up for the day.

The OR experience is hazy. I had an epidural. They moved me to the table. Derek came in. The anesthesiologist talked about the Lexus she won in a raffle. The doctors talked about Thunder basketball.

And here he is! West Rufus Fred Adcox - weighing in at 6 lbs 12 oz and 20 inches long, born at 6:33 AM. He looks like his brother... with dark hair.

I cried the first time I saw him. Happy and healthy. Perfect.

Van-bonics: Silly Slang From a Three-Year-Old

2010-06-20T21:35:00.006-05:00

"I want to watch a movie. Where is the temote?"
"I don't want to cut my nails, I want them to be shark."
"I need my swimshoot to go swimming."
"Can we do that t'later?"
"We have to pick up daddy at the airpork."
"Can we play tennis with a rattle?"

This was just funny:

[Pointing at plunger] "That is what you use when you flush a toy down the potty. I didn't flush a toy down this potty."

What's in a name?

2010-04-09T14:54:00.011-05:00

So I heard through the grapevine that some people thought that West's middle names were an early April Fools joke... we knew they might not be popular, but a joke, they are not! :-)

Here's the explanation:

West Rufus FredWest - This is the only name picked simply because we liked it. It entered discussions because West was a temporary character on Heroes. It stayed in contention because of it's literal meaning - much like Brooke - and how well it works with Van. It also reflects Oklahoma's strong connection to "W" names - Will, Wiley, Woody, Wayne, Wayman, and Wilma.
Rufus - Rufus is the name of Derek's grandfather, Papa. He is a kind, gentle man - someone who always has something encouraging to say. When I was pregnant, he walked up to me and said "Thank you for this, I know nobody has said that to you yet."
What I hope West learns from Papa: Kindness, encouragement, strength, endurance, and love of the Lord.

Fred - Fred is the name of my grandfather, Pa. West will be the only grandchild from my sister or me that Pa will never meet, as he passed away last year. Pa was always there for my sister and me - he pushed me to value education by excelling at school and taking time to learn on my own.
What I hope West learns from Pa: Always give second (third or fourth) chances to people, love your family, value hard work, and always keep learning.

Donovan "Van" MichaelDonovan - Donovan is Derek's middle name, which comes from an Adcox family tradition of including the name "Don." Derek's dad is Billy Don; Derek's sister is Felicia Dawn. We mainly choose this name to honor Derek and his family.
What I hope Van learns from Derek: To be faithful, handy, quick to help, loyal, strong, and a little goofy.

Michael - Michael is my dad's name. It's no secret that my dad and I are a lot alike - we share the same sense of humor that tends to get us in a lot of trouble (and laughter). He also is a hardworking man - something both our families value.
What I hope Van learns from my Dad: Quick wit, strong sense of self, independence, and sense of humor.

What's a job?

2010-03-02T09:24:00.003-06:00

Yesterday morning, Van came tearing into the kitchen exclaiming, "Daddy's going to make MONEEEEY!"

This was the conversation that happened just moments before:

V: What are you doing?
D: I'm getting ready go to work.
V: Why do you go to work?
D: I work so I can make money so we can buy food and clothes to wear.
V: We already have clothes.

Derek has also been doing lots of good explaining lately, including a several conversations about what "da bomb" means. Apparently nineties catch phrases do not easily pass to other generations.

Word.

Bathroom Battles

2010-02-25T17:18:00.004-06:00

Since we've been married, Derek and I have blissfully shared a one-sink bathroom. No kidding, our first apartment had two bathrooms, but we just easily shared the one attached to the master bedroom. Our starter house had one bathroom until the last 2 months we lived there. (You can check out that complete home reno here).

I can't remember a single fight. We coordinated bathroom breaks, morning routines, and the additional of a child without the slightest hiccup.

Then we moved to a house with a posh bathroom. No kidding ya'll, it's part of a master suite. Nice soaker tub, steam shower, separate toilet, and TWO SINKS. Derek's sink is even manly because it's taller (I don't get it either). I have a makeup vanity with stool! Can you believe it?

And what happened? We started having fights. What about? Toothpaste. Turns out that since we are spaced out so far from each other, there is no nice neutral place to store and share the same tube of toothpaste. We tried stashing the paste in the vanity drawer, but inevitably, someone would forget to return it and leave the tube next to their sink. So started the snarky comments... bitter banter... grouchy outbursts...

We now own two tubes of toothpaste for one bathroom. I call that luxury. Or marriage. You choose.

Talk about relevant

2010-02-19T10:54:00.002-06:00

There's a new article in TIME, published February 12, about pregnancy depression: http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1962031,00.html

Some things to worry about - Will my kid exhibit violent behavior? - but also confirmation that medically acting on the depression was the right decision.

I still have a sense of humor

2010-02-18T17:38:00.005-06:00

Thank you all who commented on my last post. I appreciate your thoughts, prayers, and words of encouragement.

I guess the private side of me is like: Phew, that's out there. Let's talk about how cute Van is! Seriously, he told me to "break it down" this morning. I, of course, promptly got my DJ Lance Rock on.

I'd like to thank my husband who, other than God, is my source of strength. You see, I rarely even talk about those pains to him. He was glad to see me put in in writing. I know we will get through it.

That said, I have to mention that I haven't lost my sense of humor. For example, we have a running joke in the house that Zoloft will fix anything.

Food too salty? Zoloft.
Car won't start? Zoloft.
Weather too snowy? Zoloft.

It's cryptic, I know, but it makes me laugh. That's what I love about my family - despite everything, we find a way to laugh.

Break it down.

Pregnancy Depression

2010-02-16T08:56:00.004-06:00

Believe it or not, I'm a private person. I tweet, facebook, and blog, but each post is carefully evaluated to make sure I don't "reveal too much." It comes down to this: I just don't like talking about my problems. If I put it out there, people will ask questions. Then I might show emotion, and that could get too intense.

I'm a sensitive person. Once I open the floodgate, it is hard to stop. That's why for most of my adult life I've struggled with anxiety issues. It peaked in college, and reared it's ugly head several times in my work and married life. But through it all, I was able to acknowledge the feelings and work through it.

Then I had a miscarriage.

Derek and I were trying for baby #2 and after 8 months I was pregnant. With Van, our reaction was pure shock. This time, it was pure joy. I was so excited.

After 8 weeks, in the middle of a business meeting, I started bleeding. So bad, I had to go to the emergency room. I knew. Despite all the medical advances, if you have a miscarriage, or what they call a "threatened miscarriage," there is nothing to do but wait. And get lots of blood tests.

The body is really an amazing thing. Most natural miscarriages are your body's way of telling you something was wrong. Mentally, you can understand. Emotionally and physically, it is a really horrible process. There is nothing worse than knowing you are losing a life – and then you get to sit in a OB/GYN waiting room full of pregnant people while you wait to get follow-up tests. And more tests.

Low hormones.

It's hard to cope with loss. Maybe I don't have much experience with it. My grandfather passed away last year. The experiences closed me up – I didn't want to try again until I had at least six months to grieve. I begged my husband to take me on a vacation, we went to St. Louis. My heart was heavy, but our family had a lot to look forward to.

Shock, I'm pregnant. Eight weeks after the miscarriage. Too soon. More tests. Low hormones. Drugs. They make me so sick. There is no joy.

Here's where the story gets even more difficult for me, because it involves a decision that could be controversial to some readers. But, several months into the pregnancy it becomes very clear that I'm in a deep depression. I can't take care of my family. I cry. I wake up in the middle of the night to cry. I cry during the day. I cry when my family is home. I just want to sleep, then work, that's all.

Sure, Brooke Shields publishes a book about postpartum depression, but what about pregnancy depression? Is it even possible? Shouldn't you be joyful? Guilt.

Actually, pregnancy depression is very common when someone has just experienced a miscarriage. Exacerbated by artificial pregnancy hormones. Intensified with a family and personal history of mental illness. It isn't pretty.

For the first time, I have to pursue true medical intervention. My OB puts me on Zoloft. I don't like it, especially when pregnant, but things look very dark without it.

It helps. Slowly, I regain some control of my life and feelings. I can cook dinner, watch after Van. There is a light at the end of the tunnel.

I'm better, not cured. Yesterday was my first due date. My dear friend had a baby. What an occasion to celebrate life!

Just a little sadness.

I do have a lot to look forward to. I'm excited about baby #2 (I guess, #3). I just need a cleansing of this experience. Perhaps this post will help... public acknowledgment of a difficult time... "talking" about my feelings... we'll see...

This post was inspired by the courage of my blog-friend who talks very openly about her postpartum depression. I can relate.

Jumping Jelly Bean

2010-02-15T17:08:00.003-06:00

Jelly Bean - that's the nickname I gave my delightfully plump infant when he could cuddle up and snuggle in my arms. And I still call him that, shortened to just "Jelly." I rarely think about it, but the other day I was calling after Van going "Jelly!" and my nephew Chayton looked and me and said "Jelly?" Perhaps it is time to consider retiring the nickname... but I love it so.

Little did I know that when I nicknamed him Jelly Bean that his favorite activity would be jumping. If jumping is involved, Van is part of it. Jumping into water, off beds, in his bed, on the couch, off the couch, off platforms, off curbs, over cracks in the road, over rocks, around rocks, off things and over people and animals – jumping is his life calling.

And what else have I discovered? People that love jumping love the Olympics. Check out this post on Van's love of diving, gymnastics and swimming from the Summer Games. And last night, we turned on the Winter Olympics. The sport? Men's moguls. Van was in love after just 10 seconds of watching. Watch this clip above if you are unfamiliar with the sport, as it involves crazy jumping ON SKIS! Van immediately began recreating the jumps off the coach.

I wonder if a move to Aspen is in our future? I could use a vacation.

Tiny, tiny baby clothes

2010-02-12T17:14:00.002-06:00

Yesterday I decided I was going to undertake the task of washing all the newborn and 0-3 month baby clothes. I thought all I needed was a new bottle of Dreft, but I should have also bought Kleenex, because it was a trip down memory lane.

You forget how little they were, especially when you live in the now, which consists of chasing after a bouncing almost three year old. Nursing, rocking, swaddling... each piece of clothing had a memory attached to it – ones I didn't realize I had almost forgotten.

As I lovingly folded each piece of clothing, I though about how I will experience new memories with Baby #2. What will he look like? What will be his personality?

Derek's take, "I forgot how much of a pain in the butt folding baby laundry is."

Nice.

Mom Guilt

2010-02-08T23:03:00.003-06:00

This morning we woke up to yet another snow storm. We flipped on the news and they were already reporting accidents and low visibility. The next question: What do we do with Van?

I usually have little to no guilt sending Van to daycare. I provide for my family and he gets a great place to socialize and learn. It's a win, win. But, when it comes to his safety - I get all worked up.

What if they got in an accident? How long could his little body tolerate the cold? What if he got stuck at daycare? What if they lost power? What if, what if, what if...

So I made the executive decision that he'd stay with me for the day. I mean, that's one of the benefits of telecommuting, right?

There I was, balancing my mommy role with my all-together businesswoman persona – let's just say the two parts of my self don't jive well. It didn't take long for me to become a ball of stress. Van wants to play Spiderman, work needs me to review this task list; Van is watching too much TV, I need to call into a team meeting; Van needs to be put down for a nap, work needs a screencast. Argh!

But, when I was putting Van down for his nap - he reached up and brushed the hairs out of his frazzled momma's face and kissed me on the forehead. The moment made me think about the now - which half gets the best part of me?

I wouldn't say that today was my most productive day on the record book, even with working this evening, I still didn't put in a full eight hours. But that's okay - it's about balance, right?

Cravings

2010-02-04T17:45:00.000-06:00

If you've watched Ratatouille 100+ times like the Adcox family, you'd know that the main character, Remy, has a highly astute sense of taste and smell. The affliction results in a lifelong devotion to quality foods.

I can relate.

I'm the person who people request that I taste their food to identify that interesting flavor – lemon zest, turmeric, champagne vinegar...

My keen sense of taste and smell has resulted in some mammoth pregnancy cravings. Here's just a slice of them for the record.

Van

Chocolate Hostess cupcakes* see Van's first birthday cake
Dumpling soup from He Rui
Guacamole
Taco Bueno salsa and cruchy tacos
Strawberry Fanta* - I knew all the places it was on tap around the neighborhood.

Baby #2

Twizzlers*
Peanut Butter
Meat - steaks, chicken, and more
Yakimono hibachi
Cheese fries*
Milk
And now, Blue Bell Southern Blackberry Cobbler ice cream. Its praise is the real reason that I even drafted this blog post. Have you ever had it? It is amazing – creamy and fruity with delightful chunks of pie crust.

*liked, but not particularly loved, before pregnancy

Parenting Advice #FAIL

2010-02-02T11:45:00.000-06:00

"Gossip makes your praise five times more effective." -Harvey Karp, M.D., The Happiest Toddler on the Block

As one who aims not to disappoint my readers, I picked up my first toddler parenting book, The Happiest Toddler on the Block, this weekend. Why? Because the only parenting book I've read so far was the Happiest Baby on the Block.

My editor at Oklahoma Today, Louisa, recommended Happiest Baby, and what she says, goes. I read it immediately. Then I practiced swaddling on my cat, Buddy. The funny thing is that he let me. I may need to practice again before #2 comes.

Happiest Toddler recommends a technique called "gossip." Basically, you tell other people what good things your kid has done, in a place where he can hear you as well, as a way to reinforce good behavior. The book recommends that you use the child's toys.

So this is me yesterday morning:

B: Mr. Dinosaur, Van went pee pee on the potty this morning. He's getting so good at it.
V: Mom, the dinosaur doesn't talk.
Me realizing that my attempt at gossip was about to fail, tried to recover.
B: Maggie, did you hear that Van went pee pee on the potty this morning?
V: Mom, Maggie is a DOG.

*sigh* I'm trying folks! I don't know where Van picked up being a smart Alec? (For those who don't know me personally, that was sarcasm, or generally being a smart Alec.)

Sympathy Pains

2010-02-01T17:32:00.002-06:00

Yesterday, I just had to take a break from the Play-Doh, Nerf guns, puzzles, and indoor soccer playing. After all, we had been entertaining a two year old INSIDE for four days. Mommy needed to rest.

Later, Van stopped playing and said "I don't feel well." He then proceeded to get a pillow and blanket and lay on the couch exactly where I had been. Then, he said he had to rest because "his tummy hurt." In short, he was experiencing pregnancy sympathy pains.

He even continued the charade with Derek when he read him his nighttime story. So cute!

Now, I wonder if Derek will try the same thing?

Bubble Wrap Break Dance

2010-01-26T12:15:00.001-06:00

Supernanny: why I suddenly get it

2010-01-18T16:54:00.001-06:00

I'm going to confess: Van was a delightful baby. He slept through the night, didn't experience separation anxiety, and ate everything you put in front of him. He was the most coveted baby at day care, everyone wanted him in their room because he was "easy."

And then it changed.

Van is an enthusiastic toddler. He's becoming what you call "spirited," which in modern mommy terms means, "a little hard to deal with." However, on the spectrum of behavior, he's still pretty easy.

But suddenly I'm being confronted with this fact: I don't know how to control him. Which is also compounded with: How am I going to handle this and a newborn? WHAT WAS I THINKING?

Enter television. More importantly, an episode of Supernanny that I reluctantly watched because it came on after a home makeover show. And for the first time it intrigued me. I used to think, "Who wants to watch screaming children on television?" But this time, I had sympathy. I saw myself in this mom. She's tired and she just doesn't know what to do.

I know that Supernanny isn't the mecca of parenting information, but it sure put it all in a digestible and entertaining format. Don't judge, I'm a Millennial just like you (except for you, Liz).

But, I think I may need to break my parenting book boycott and check a few out. Any recommendations? I have Bringing Up Boys somewhere around here... anything about the toddler years?

Chuck E. Cheese: Where Grammar Rulz

2010-01-17T14:45:00.000-06:00

Van had his first Chuck E. Cheese trip Saturday by attending his cousin's fourth birthday. He found the experience completely overwhelming and underwhelming at the same time. During the birthday Chuck E. Cheese appearance, he gave me glances as to say, "Are you kidding me, I'm supposed to get excited about this?"

He did however like the games; he's being raised by two techno geeks. So off we went, tokens in hand, to throw away my sister's money (good thing about attending a birthday party). That's when I encountered a game that left me ranting and raving.

Was it needless violence? Over-the-top commercialism? No, it was grammar. Specifically the phrase, "Get more closer."

What? No wonder test scores are so low. Didn't someone proofread the game text before it was shoved in front of the millions of children? Apparently not.

The grass is greener

2010-01-16T12:54:00.001-06:00

Dear lawn care advertiser: I know Photoshop when I see it. Lime green is not a natural shade of grass. Thx.

For the record

2010-01-15T18:15:00.000-06:00

Note from teacher: Van shared his Cheez-Its with Baby A when he saw she was all out.

Note to teacher: Van doesn't like Cheez-Its.

Welcome to the Neighborhood

2010-01-14T18:15:00.002-06:00

It's no secret: we've definitely upgraded houses. We knew moving to Deer Creek was a little cliche – we rocked the retro Village lifestyle – but the schools, proximity to friends, and convenience of a new house on a nice piece of land moved us up north. Besides, we won't lose our edge, you know?

The neighborhood is great, it is so nice to see children playing and not have neighbors come over repeating racial slurs (true story!). We even had someone ask to bring us over dinner. How nice! So when we got a New Years Eve party invite, our previous plans were deterred by the host's sick baby (we love you AJ), we decided to try something new.

The invite came after we had settled in for a night of watching Up, which I don't recommend watching while you are pregnant. I was wailing, and I have seen the movie before. So, to prepare for the party, I had to disguise my puffy eyes, half-heartedly Chi my hair, and squeeze into some Old Navy pregnancy jeans and a four-year-old polyester top. Off we went.

I wasn't prepared. I just wasn't prepared.

I walked into what I always envisioned as a stereotypical Edmondite get-together. The wives were grouped in the kitchen sipping martinis with perfectly straightened and highlighted locks, dressed in size 0 True Religion jeans, and calling for their children named after luxury car manufacturers. The husbands discussed golf swings, Blu-Ray players, and the firm's Christmas party. And there I was, pregnant, brunette, and dressed in Polyester.

I was, and still am, intimidated.

Here's my disclaimer: everyone was perfectly nice and very polite. Van had a great time running around with trendy-named children - I can't deny that he has a trendy name too. But it was the shock of it all. Our lifestyle has changed, and we, too, must change to accommodate it.

First, I have the best looking husband. The women sported style, and the hubbies sported their true ages. Why did I watch all those Desperate Housewives episodes?

Second, how will I fit in? These are the women with whom I'll coordinate school bake sales and PTA events. Will I be Lynette: frazzled, disorganized, and unstylish? Will my hang-ups affect Van? I want him to have tons of friends in the neighborhood.

But lastly, do they make True Religion pregnancy jeans?

Team Spirit

2009-12-28T19:00:00.001-06:00

Joy

Disgust

Is this a lame Christmas list?

2009-12-10T18:15:00.001-06:00

1) Food Saver
2) Steam Mop
3) OU themed chip and dip bowl

I think "things" have lost their glamor. I now derive all my pleasure over what Van receives for Christmas, so much so that I've been told that "Van is finished, no more shopping." I can't help it, this is the first Christmas where he understands Santa. It is so, so cool.

Van the Man

2009-09-09T18:15:00.000-05:00

What good is it to have a blog if you don't post totally embarrassing information about your children?

Yesterday, Van went to pee pee on the potty for the first time. His reaction? "It's working!!" He was so proud that we had to call his grandparents. Yes, this was monumental.

As for Van, in the past week he has turned from a toddler with a fine vocabulary to a kid with a vivid imagination and a non-stop mouth. He will talk your ear off! What's new? The addition of "why?" in response to all commands. He will also tell you all about "his" house, a fort on our couch that has two imaginary TVs that only show Dinosaur; his friends, which vary from cars to actual people; his favorite things, cookies, pizza, and dinosaurs; what he wants for dinner, corndogs and hamburgers; how to care for a baby dinosaur, a routine of wrapping a stuffed dinosaur up in a blanket and rocking it; his girlfriend, always Reagan; and lastly, what he did that day, usually hanging outside and going down the slide.

He has also taken interest in his baby friends, Anna and Colt. Up till now, his interaction with them has been, "they are babies and they are boring." But this past week, he has taken to making Anna laugh – a combination of funny faces and dance moves – and teaching Colt to crawl, which somewhat worked to get the Coltster on his belly and scooting in a circle.

Oh, motherhood!

2009-08-01T12:22:00.004-05:00

"Beating Your Head Against the Wall" and "I Would Rather Have Poked My Eyes Out With Splintered Chopsticks" are the two blog headlines I had in my Google Reader this morning.

Motherhood is definitely not easy.

Yard Work is Tough

2009-07-27T19:30:00.003-05:00

Oh, this house. It just keeps giving... giving backbreaking work while sucking every penny out of us. Don't ever get a quote to replace your roof; it's just depressing.

This weekend, we worked on the backyard. Despite my oh-so-positive attitude, Van was a pretty good sport and "helped" us.

Bathroom Renovation: Before & After Pics

2009-07-19T23:20:00.008-05:00

Four years after moving in, I'm proud to announce that our master bathroom renovation is complete. What once housed crumbling peach tile, cabinets that opened into lights, four layers of half-painted wallpaper, rusted out pipes, a cramped bathroom stall... is now, well I think, beautiful! Mad props to my husband, who did all the heavy lifting and hard work.

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Why our marriage works

2009-07-13T18:15:00.000-05:00

Me: I think I've been a bit hormonal lately
Derek: No response. I can tell he is trying to think of something to say while showing no physical reaction to the statement. In the meantime, dead silence.
Derek & Me: Hysterical laughing.

To my poor husband, thanks for putting up with me and for always having the ability to laugh it off.

Site of the Week: This is Why You're Fat

2009-06-30T18:45:00.000-05:00

I ran across this site while reading one of my literary blogs. It apparently is promoting an upcoming book release - I'm curious to see the final result of the book.

So here's my site of the week: http://thisiswhyyourefat.com

Make sure you scroll through the pages, these "culinary" concoctions are simply amazing and artery clogging. Some of my faves are the bacon infused waffles, Pattie LeBurger and Spamcicles.

I love this guy

2009-06-29T00:25:00.003-05:00

And this one too!

I <3 Blake Griffin - Darn You Draft Lottery

2009-06-26T18:30:00.001-05:00

Monkey Business

2009-05-26T08:21:00.000-05:00

Yes, Van is becoming his father.

I received this plant from Van for Mother's Day. Not only have I kept it alive since then, it has even sprouted a few blooms.

It takes two... houses

2009-05-21T23:41:00.004-05:00

We've got good news: we're under contract to build a new home! We will be moving into the Grove neighborhood in Edmond; the house is set to be finished at the end of November. We're beside ourselves with excitement!

And now we come down a level. Tonight was the first night of our final home improvement push. We've got to get this house on the market! What was on the agenda? I was painting the laundry room and Derek was sanding the walls of the master bath. We're planning six weeks of hard labor. It freaks Derek out, but I'm calm, cool and collected. Let's face it - I thrive under deadlines.

In other good news, I was given a blog award. Yay!

OK, I'm supposed to forward to a lot of people, but it is late and I'm horrible at blog etiquette. But, I will do two things:

Please welcome Two Makes Four to my blog roll to the right. This is a hilarious blog chronicling life with twins - it's fresh, funny and honest. You've got to check out the Althea. Seriously. post.

I've also added Re-Ramblings. Read it, you won't regret it.

Budget Camping: The Crib Tent

2009-05-18T08:16:00.000-05:00

We had a fun Sunday afternoon playing in this high-tech tent that I made in Van's crib. He thought it was the perfect spot for reading.

You Know You are a Dorky Blogger if...

2009-05-12T08:04:00.000-05:00

You photo document the installation of your new dishwasher.

Here she is, all shiny and new.

Didn't know I could get an action shot, did you?

According to the salesperson, this washer can disintegrate an entire carrot cake. I thought that was a weird visual as well. Plus, isn't cake easy to dissolve? I would have used pot roast or something. THAT would be an accomplishment.

And your before pic, slimy leftover Eggo waffle.

After, nice and clean. Are you sad you wasted time reading this post?

Oklahoma Festival of the Arts - Photo Highlights

2009-04-25T14:02:00.000-05:00

We had a quick and fun family outing to the Oklahoma Festival of the Arts. Van enjoyed his first funnel cake. Warning: funnel cake powdered sugar is hazardous on a windy day! We were all covered.

Van's Muse - Oklahoma Festival of the Arts

2009-04-25T13:58:00.000-05:00

Perhaps we have an artist on our hands? Van took the control of my digital camera while we were at the Arts Festival. Here's his portfolio:

Like Father, Like Son

2009-04-25T13:55:00.000-05:00

Perfect Editorial on the Oklahoma House of Representatives' Vote Against the Flaming Lips State Rock Song

2009-04-24T12:10:00.006-05:00

If you follow me on Facebook, you'll see that I posted many links about the Oklahoma House of Representatives' vote against the Flaming Lips' Do You Realize?? as the official state rock song. This video editorial articulates my feelings. While an official state rock song seems trivial, it symbolizes to me our state's inability to embrace what makes us special. Why do we have Oklahoma Creativity projects if the legislature maintains these attitudes? There can be no rise of the creative class.

If you're unfamiliar with the story, the good news is that Gov. Brad Henry plans to move forward with an executive order to honor Do You Realize?? as the official state rock song.

Glamour Girl

2009-04-21T18:02:00.004-05:00

Some parts of being a working mom just aren't glamorous. Take this for an example: Derek and I have arranged for Van to spend the night with his Granny so we can... wait for it... wait for it... clean. Yes, no romantic date night. I've got plans with Scrubbin' Bubbles, a mop and a ton of clean, unfolded laundry.

It's not a great 2nd birthday unless the cops are called

2009-04-15T23:02:00.005-05:00

That's right, the cops were called during Van's 2nd birthday party at our neighborhood park. Apparently, we were too noisy for an "anonymous" caller. Must of been our awesome pinata.

In addition, we celebrated Chayton's 2nd birthday (he was born on the same day as Van).

And lastly, we partied again for Isaiah's 2nd birthday.

80 Easter Eggs in the Basket

2009-04-15T22:30:00.004-05:00

You know your child is spoiled when the collection count for the annual church egg hunt is 80+. Here are some highlights from the day.

Handy Manny Birthday Cake

2009-04-15T22:10:00.002-05:00

Like any good cake, it all starts with butter.

Taste tests are essential to good birthday cakes.

Maggie was interested in all the kitchen commotion.

The Handy Manny tools are already looking good.

Here's the completed Handy Manny Birthday Cake. The gang's all here: Dusty, Squeeze, Rusty, Stretch, Turner, Phillipe and Pat.

All the hard work tastes good.

Happy Birthday Van!

Turtle Taste Test

2009-04-06T22:30:00.002-05:00

Van Licks the Turtle Tank from Brooke Adcox on Vimeo.

I was happily watching my home videos from the Oklahoma Aquarium, when I noticed Van does a little "taste test" of the turtle tank at the end of this clip.

These moments on tape explain so, so much. Including, my lack of parenting skills. Listen closely for a "Van don't lick the turtle tank."

You won't hear it, because I didn't notice. Egad!

Geek Squad

2009-03-23T21:44:00.000-05:00

Pretty soon he'll be tweeting. Just like his momma...

He's a Big Kid Now

2009-03-19T16:43:00.005-05:00

Let's play Eye Spy! What do you think it missing here?

It's Van's changing table pad. Yup, he's officially too big to use it. Not too big to be in diapers – it is just too hard to try to change a big kid on a little dresser. So, a few days ago, I packed away his 18 month clothes, changing pad, numerous baby blankets, and all the burp cloths. No need for them anymore. *sigh*

For some reason, it has been very difficult for me to put away the clothes that he has outgrown. I remember tears rolling down my face as I boxed up his newborn and 0-3 month clothes. And now, almost two years later, I still can't accept that he's getting so big so quickly.

But in turn, we have been having so much fun; this is definitely a great age. Van has his dad's personality, but his mom's desire to be a professional communicator. Yesterday he decided to play Dr. Doolittle while he was on a zoo field trip with Derek's family. He thought it was perfectly polite to talk to every single animal, whether they were listening or not.

He has also been saying some very cute prayers, I'm sure God gets a lot of amusement listening to them. He is extra thankful for his blanket, and wants to make sure God knows that all his favorite friends and family members – Chayton, Isaiah, Lincoln, Seth, Alexis, Anna and Colt – are safely at their homes, which is apparently a very important detail.

And furthermore, he has graduated from a diaper bag to a snazzy Elmo backpack. A nice accomplishment for a growing young man.

Fashion Forward

2009-03-15T15:18:00.000-05:00

Very rarely does Derek voice his opinion on matters of fashion. In fact, he has recruited his sister who works at Kohl's to be his own personal shopper. Don't worry, his sister actually enjoys it!

Yesterday, we were in Babies 'R Us purchasing a baby shower gift - who do I know that has a baby shower next weekend? - and Derek fell in love with this outfit for Van. So much so, that Derek is now on the hunt for a matching vest. Do you think he can pull it off?

Look at me, I'm writing!

2009-02-24T22:05:00.002-06:00

I just overheard this Family Guy clip while publicly writing at our family's dining room table. So true, especially since I'm using this blog post as a way to procrastinate and avoid finishing my writing. Guess what, I'm sipping some home-brewed Starbucks coffee too. Am I a complete hack?!?

Behind Closed Doors

2009-02-21T14:23:00.002-06:00

Let me introduce you to our Master Bathroom. This photo was taken in 2006, when I opened the door that had been closed since we bought the house in 2005.

Fast forward to 2009, things are finally starting to happen.

A teaser of what is to come. Stay tuned!

He's That Into Me

2009-02-17T18:45:00.004-06:00

Much like this clip from The Office, the Bladcoxerson gang had a similar spirited debate about Scarlett Johansson after watching He's Just Not That Into You. For the record, I was on the "She's Hot" team. How could you not get it?

I have a quirky taste in my TV crushes. My most recent on-screen love is Zachary Levi, who plays Chuck. I started watching Chuck because my last company donated some product for the set of the Buy More. I love this show, it is only second to Heroes. I'm a Heroes nerd, I frequent the wiki. You should too.

This said, Chuck is only a revisited version of Adam Brody/Seth Cohen from The O.C. You see, both shows have the same producer, the awesome McG, and similar characters. So I'm sorry Adam, but you have been bumped. Maybe you could score another role, something better than In the Land of Women, please?

P.S. When researching these IMDB links, it said Zachary Levi is going to be in Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakuel. Say it ain't so!

A Lovely Day

2009-02-14T08:43:00.002-06:00

Oh Toodles! Derek and I are spending our Valentine's Day morning watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse with our little Mouseketeer. Romantic, eh?

Last night I looked at Derek and said, "I haven't bought you a card." He replied, "Neither have I." We both decided that it was too much of a hassle to get a card this late in the game. Hallmark would disapprove; I blame it on the recession.

Oh Baby, Baby!

2009-01-18T00:20:00.003-06:00

How was I supposed to know that my two closest friends would have babies within a month of each other?

My new digital SLR has been aflutter with not only pictures of my dear, sweet Van - who is a full-fledged toddler - but also snapshots of my two new loves, Colt and Anna.

Here are some of the highlights of their cuteness. What can I say, the camera loves them (almost as much as I do).

Colt on New Year's Eve

Colt sporting OU gear for the National Championship

My first time holding Anna

Anna Jane at one week old

V is for Video and Van

2009-01-01T22:59:00.002-06:00

Van Says "Awooga" from Brooke Adcox on Vimeo.

Product Placement

2008-12-16T21:52:00.000-06:00

That's right, Van is sporting a Starbucks sippee cup. That's the way we roll with our chocolate milk.

Van as Al Bundy

2008-12-14T16:43:00.000-06:00

My Hubby

2008-12-10T18:22:00.000-06:00

Did you all eagerly check my blog on December 1 for my answer to Emily's tag? I seem to keep finding ways to leave my audience disappointed. I apologize. I'm busy or forgetful or lazy or all of the above. But do you know who balances me out? My husband, Derek. (Begin awww-ing now)

What can I say about Derek, you all love him. Or dislike him, depending on the last time he pulled a prank. He's funny, light-hearted, fun-loving, compassionate, caring, loyal, dedicated and a whiz with repairs. My case in point: see that cake in the picture, he decorated it. Why? Because mid-decoration I was on the floor of the kitchen sobbing. He sprung into action and Liz enjoyed a wonderful shower without a hitch. (Read more on the shower here.)

He's also a great dad, and man enough to sit in Van's mini IKEA chair while watching Elmo. He cuts down Christmas Trees (Sorghum Mill Christmas Tree Farm rocks) and makes awesome Halloween costumes. And he joined Twitter, which makes John tease him, but keeps his wife happy.

Derek is a good man, and I'm blessed to be his wife. Now if I could get him to finish all his projects...

If the Shoe Fits

2008-12-05T18:15:00.000-06:00

These are my Dr. Martens' loafers. I heart them.

In fact, they have been going strong for more than 10 years. Yes, 10 years. And do you know what? Strangers still stop me and ask where I bought them. I call that a fashion victory. Take that Sarah Jessica Parker!

Favorite Cell Phone Pictures #5

2008-11-28T16:45:00.000-06:00

Franken-Van!

Franken-Daddy!

Van enjoying a banana. His new favorite fruit since he watched an Elmo's World on bananas. Apparently Elmo can endorse on fruit over another.

Favorite Cell Phone Pictures #4

2008-11-28T16:44:00.001-06:00

Derek after his Chiefs lost.

A family walk at Lake Hefner.

At Lake Hefner.

Mom wearing the Franken-Van helmet.

Favorite Cell Phone Pictures #3

2008-11-28T16:41:00.000-06:00

Van enjoying his first Twinkie.

Van the artist.

Van and Daddy taking a "nap" in the back seat.

Liz and Nate at the Titans game.

Favorite Cell Phone Pictures #2

2008-11-28T16:39:00.000-06:00

Itty Bitty Van making an "O" for "OU"

Van likes to chill in his toy storage.

This is Van giving me a kiss.

Good hair day.

Favorite Cell Phone Pictures #1

2008-11-28T16:37:00.000-06:00

I just downloaded 131 photos and videos from my cell phone, which might explain all the "low memory" errors I was getting. Here are some of my faves!

Van and Daddy

Van eating some his first solid food meals.

Van hanging out at the mall with Momma. He just chowed on a chocolate chip cookie.

Van taking the PT Cruiser out for a spin. (RIP PT Cruiser)

Hodge Podge (Not Modge Podge, Liz)

2008-11-11T21:35:00.005-06:00

I have a couple of items that I've been meaning to post for some time. I must apologize Emily, because this isn't my response to the tag for a husband post. I'll probably get to in a month. I think I'll add it to my Outlook calendar, yes, December 1. Check back in!

If any of you watch Elmo's World, this is Van's first video. He calls it "Van's First Video" by Van. It is an Elmo-inspired title, I know. Van digs the red monster.

Yes, I rock the cupcakes. This is actually a Weight Watchers recipe.

And each one of us only ate one cupcake. Did I mention it was a Weight Watchers recipe? They weren't very good. Haven't I learned to steer clear of the Weight Watchers dessert recipes by now?

Say Cheese

2008-11-11T21:27:00.002-06:00

I would like to introduce Van's new smile.

That's right, he has learned to say "cheese" for pictures.

And somehow, when you say "cheese" you must raise your hands over your head.

See, it is fun to say cheese.

This is Van sporting the Pa look, pajama pants and no shirt.

Franken-Van!

2008-11-01T12:54:00.000-05:00

He's alive! And, he doesn't like standing still for photos.

We give you Franken-Van.

This is what Franken-Van did most of the evening.

Oh yeah, that is a homemade costume. Not bad for the night before Halloween.

Miss you, Pa

2008-10-27T10:46:00.004-05:00

My Pa passed away this Saturday morning. From bribing me to get good grades ($5 an A, which equals $30 every six weeks!) to attending every holiday and special celebration, Pa was the one who was always there for me and my family. We miss you Pa...

The Wave: My Once-in-a-lifetime Run-in with Barack Obama

2008-10-21T02:25:00.004-05:00

This past weekend, we went on a "babymoon" with our friends Liz and Nate to catch a Kansas City Chiefs/Tennessee Titans football game. (Liz is expecting a baby girl in January). After checking out the Crown Center and the College Basketball Experience, we were navigating downtown Kansas City to get to our hotel. We noticed droves of people lining up to get into Liberty Park, and after staring at them for some time, we realized they were all wearing Barack Obama gear. We quickly figured out Barack Obama was having a rally.

We continued on to the hotel, only to almost get run over by speeding police cars. Why? We soon realized that it was Obama's motorcade whizzing around the city. So we pulled up to our hotel, and the valet was nowhere to be found. And then we notice a crowd gathered at the neighboring hotel, and suddenly they started cheering. Then it all clicked, Barack Obama was getting in to his vehicle.

So I immediately bail out of the car, and walk up to the corner, just trying to figure out what was happening. I'm standing there with about 2 or 3 hotel workers when Obama's car pulls out and goes withing a few feet of our corner. Then, Barack Obama waves directly at us as his car slowly goes by. Needless to say, I just wasn't expecting him to be so close to us. It was really neat.

Despite all your differing political views, you can't deny that Barack Obama is a monumental candidate for president and it is pretty cool to see him up close and personal. What made it so exhilarating was the sheer coincidence of the encounter; it was a completely impromptu experience.

So, I'm still excited that I got to wave at Barack Obama, and I'll admit it was merely a celebrity encounter. I didn't get to talk energy policy or international relations, but I do feel like I had a once-in-a-lifetime glimpse of the man that could be our next president.

For more reporting from the football game, check out Liz's blog, which should be updated shortly with pics.

Kansas City Baby! (Part 3)

2008-10-18T18:39:00.000-05:00

Swank Downtown Hotel

Lounging Liz, Isn't She Radiant?

Kansas City Baby! (Part 2)

2008-10-18T18:37:00.001-05:00

Liz Shooting Hoops at the College Basketball Experience

Lovely Ladies Who Play Basketball

ESPN U Sportscasters

Barack Obama's Motorcade

Kansas City Baby! (Part 1)

2008-10-18T18:34:00.000-05:00

Large Sub Sandwiches at the Crown Center

Lovely Ladies Who Lunch

Free Bows from our Beaus (Thanks Derek) at the Hallmark Vistor's Center

Derek Feeling Up Maxine at the Hallmark Visitor's Center

How Starbucks Saved My Florida Trip (Plus 6 Random Things)

2008-10-01T18:00:00.005-05:00

I wrote this blog post yesterday, but Wi-Fi at the St. Louis airport was $7.95! So here you go:

Don’t you love how sometimes you hear the right thing at the right time? Perhaps it’s an encouraging word from another mom in the supermarket, or a nice thank you from your husband after not-so-easy-to-cook meal? And sometimes, the message comes from a book or article. (However, I’m still waiting for those Shape articles to provide some much-needed mental motivation.)

Right before I left for a not-so-easy business meeting in Florida, I picked up our book club book, How Starbucks Saved My Life by Michael Gates Gill. I wasn’t so eager to read it. Why? On first glance, the riches to rags story just didn’t seem so original to me. And, it also is a little convenient to piggyback on the Starbucks brand to promote your book.

However, when I started reading I didn’t stop. I had the whole book devoured by the time I touched down in Tampa. It just had the right message at the right time. I’ll save my numerous personal reflections for the gal’s in my book club (shout out to Liz, Jessica, Emily, and Aubrey), but I just wanted to share a couple of passages that helped me through a difficult couple of days:

"The irony of commitment is that it's deeply liberating-in work, in play, in love. The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life. -a quote from Anne Morriss, a Starbucks Guest from New York City, published on the side of a Grande Caramel Macchiato”

“I realized I had spent most of my life trying not to fail. Trying to meet my parents’ high expectations. Terrified of letting my family down. It had all been, I felt now, a terrible burden for me. And so stupid of me!"

And lastly, as a continued shout out to Emily who “tagged me” several days ago, here are your requested 6 random things:

As much as I love the spirit of blogging, I’m not going to tag other people. Blame it on my laziness to link to more people and jump around to various blogs to see who else has been tagged.
I’m currently typing away from a Chili’s Too in the St. Louis airport. There are four other people clicking away their loneliness via their little black boxes (computers).
I prefer the aisle seat, rather than a window. I do like the view, but I would rather just be able to lean away from all the people in my row. Sorry other Southwest peeps, but I have space issues.
As much as I tell myself it won’t happen, when faced with disappointment or anger, I cry like a baby. Then, I get more angry, which I (in a logical state) acknowledge as counter-productive to the “no crying” rule.
I believe just about any food item can be improved by dipping it in full-fat ranch. However—ahem, people at the table next to me—I do not understand tainting delicious chips and salsa with double-dipping into ranch. I’m must be a Tex Mex purist.
I have been wanting to write a short story or screen play about this guy who walks around our neighborhood. He wears seventies-era shorts, a cut off muscle shirt, eighties-era FM headphones, hand weights and an eye-patch. He also is remarkably out of shape for such a routine exerciser. As someone who writes every day, not many things inspire me. But this guy, he must have a story…

The Age of Understanding

2008-09-15T18:30:00.000-05:00

We've had many laughs the past couple of weeks as Van keeps demonstrating his increased understanding of the world around him.

When walking backwards he yells "beep, beep, beep," just like a truck in reverse.
When told to eat his toast, he promptly pointed at his toes.
Anything that comes from his nose or is found in the floor is labeled as "ewww."
He has started giving Derek and me small bites of his food, saying "bite" followed by throwing the food at us. After many frustrated meals, I figured out that he was feeding us like ducks, one of his favorite activities to enjoy with Granny and Pawpaw.
This morning during our wake-up negotiations (where he rolls around in his bed so I can't get him out) I asked, do you want to go to school to see your friends? No. Want to stay home with momma? No. What do you want to do Van? Pawpaw. (He has a one-track mind for his grandparents)

Along with increased awareness, he has also become very interested in anything involved with poo poo or pee pee. We bought all the potty training essentials yesterday, we'll see how it goes.

In addition, we've been trying to figure out what Van should be for Halloween. Last year, he was a cuddly baby elephant. This year, we are trying to pick something that he likes. Here are some of our ideas, feel free to make suggestions!

Giant chocolate chip cookie
Hershey kiss
Michael Phelps (complete with speedo, googles, and fake muscles)
Bob Stoops or OU football player
Pawpaw (all ready for his Sunday sermon)

Is Van the Next Michael Phelps?

2008-09-10T18:00:00.002-05:00

Michael Phelp's post-swim dinner:

Pound of pasta
1 whole pizza
Another 1,000 calories worth of energy drinks

Van's post-swim dinner:

2 individual containers of diced carrots
1 hot dog
1 slice of large Papa Murphy's garlic chicken pizza
1 individual container of applesauce
A bite of salad
2 snack-size Krackle bars

He's a Perfect 10: Van's Love of Diving

2008-09-02T23:04:00.005-05:00

Van picked up some cute habits during the Olympics. First, he knew that when a swimming race started, he was supposed to yell, "go, go, go." Secondly, he felt very connected to the gymnasts and would raise his hands over his head after a dismount.

But the boy's absolute favorite sport was diving. Why? It combined his other two favorite sports, swimming and gymnastics. Van was so inspired by diving that he would cry when commercials interrupted the coverage. I also caught him standing at the ledge of our fireplace ready to dive off... that was a heart stopper!

To help this swimmer/diver in-training, we decided to enroll him in the parent/child swim class at the YMCA (aka mommy and me swim class). Today was the first day. And, it took Van a little time to warm up to swimming. For the first half of the class, he decided to cling on to me for dear life. But then, the teacher suggested we do a little jumping. After one jump, Van was hooked. All he wanted to do was jump off the edge into my arms. As I told Derek, I'm predicting this kid will be diver.

Here is a video of Van giving his impression of Michael Phelps.

Ode to Joy

2008-08-28T09:43:00.001-05:00

This made me unbelievable happy this morning. I may have to watch it several times to get through the day. Thanks for sharing Mario!

Reader's Choice: Cute Videos of My Child

2008-08-22T21:57:00.005-05:00

Okay loyal readers, you have spoken. I prepare a well-written and thoughtful post that receives not a single comment. So, from now on, cute videos and pictures of Van. You can't complain, you asked for it.

Van Singing Gwen Stefani

Van Asking for His Cousin Isaiah

I May be Past My Olympic "Prime"

2008-08-12T13:17:00.004-05:00

Derek and I were discussing why we thought so many Olympic athletes are in their "prime" at age sixteen. Is it just a physical reality? Can too many years of high-intensity training just be too hard on the body? Or is it mind over matter? That they just don't know enough about life and experiences to question their ability to set a world record or win a gold medal?

It made me think about my realities at age sixteen. Was I fearless? Did I think I could accomplish anything? I don't have many memories of high school. I didn't have a great experience, and I didn't have a bad experience. My life-stamp for those years is mainly neutral. I just existed, and that was fine with me.

But in retrospect, I did have goals that now seem extraordinary to me. I was captain of my swim team; waking up at 6 am everyday to practice. I even swam two times a day during the summer. I wanted to be the best. I also wanted to be active in performing arts, in fact, I was our school's thespian society president. I never landed the lead in the school play, but I did cut off all my hair for a role in Playing for Time. I was dedicated... devoted.

Investigating that youthful intensity is interesting to me. What would sixteen-year-old Brooke think of me now? Honestly, I think she would be content. With that past intensity came a lot of disappointment, stress, and unrest. She would be proud of my ability to create a peaceful family lifestyle, and wonder how writing became the center of my career. She would probably chastise me about the extra pounds and inability to get into the pool, and perhaps I can use her "motivation" to start getting up at 6 am again.

Which reminds me of a Wired story, "What Kind of Genius Are You?," I read a couple of years ago that examined people's major accomplishments in conjunction with their age. They found an interesting pattern, some extraordinary people are destined for a lot of success very early, and some other equally extraordinary people garner success over a long periods of time. It is all so random. What else can explain forty-one-year-old swimmer Dara Torres? Or a fourteen-year-old diver Tom Daley?

My Blog: Visual Impact

2008-08-06T14:52:00.005-05:00

This came from Wordle, a website that creates visual word clouds from blogs or words you like. I thought it was cool!

The Rundown: Me on Reality TV, Twitter Fever, Red Pin Bowling Lounge Birthday & Van Update

2008-08-03T13:49:00.014-05:00

Me on Reality TV: I was so excited to see a Cut & Color on my Outlook calendar this Thursday! My last haircut was in March, yikes! Just to disclose, I have started going gray since I was pregnant with Van. Darn family genes. I was very surprised to be greeted with a Release Form from E! Television when I walked in the door of the Velvet Monkey Two Salon. I reluctantly signed the form, knowing my stylist Kara would have all the details. Apparently, the Style Network was filming an episode of Split Ends, and they even took some shots of my hair getting cut. My reaction? Hysterical laughter. I probably wont' make the cut... ha ha... I have a dry sense of humor.

Twitter Fever: It really should be called FriendFeed Fever. I've started Twittering, partly because of my job and partly because it is fun. You'll notice my new Twitter feed to the left. (Google Reader and Blogroll audience, please click through to view). Since I am now a Twitter expert--with four days of experience under my belt--I feel confident that Jessica, Derek, Emily, Kim, Charly, and Andrea should all be joining the Twitter family. Liz, you can Twitter after you finally get a new cell phone! :)

Red Pin Bowling Lounge Birthday: We celebrated Derek's birthday on Friday with a party at Red Pin Bowling Lounge, Bricktown's new uber-trendy bowling facility/hip bar. It has taken us almost six months to get a reservation! Our thoughts? It was a fun experience, but it didn't live up to the hype. Here are some pics!

Van Update: Van is getting cuter by the day. He is really working on developing his talking skills, adding new words to his repertoire every day. Some of my favorites include: bubble, Isaiah, green bean, and more (in sign language). Derek and I had our first parenting meeting this week, we had to figure out a consistent punishment for his screaming/crying fits during church. We had to come up with a game plan, because 1) he has never had screaming/crying fits and 2) we have really never had to punish him. Well see how it works out! Here are some pics of Van the Man.

I Always Blame it on My Mom Too, Christian Bale

2008-07-24T11:05:00.005-05:00

My mom also causes me to go into fits of rage. I understand.

I Love Pop Culture! And Sesame Street!

2008-07-15T08:46:00.002-05:00

Okay, okay, so I may be suddenly obsessed with Sesame Street because of my son's love of Elmo. Or, "Melmo," as he says. (Van also sat on Derek's lap last night and watched the entire Home Run Derby... so he still loves sports too.) But, I thought this was too cute not to share.

Segways are Hilarious

2008-07-11T08:34:00.001-05:00

I don't know why I think this is so funny, it must just be because Segways are hilarious.

So Embarrassing

2008-07-08T22:38:00.002-05:00

It is so embarrassing to invite friends you haven't seen in years, and try to serve them raw chicken. Even more so when your husband proclaims it loudly from the table (where he had begun carving), and has to go to Wal-Mart and get a back-up chicken. It happens to the best of us!

To my defense, the twice-baked potatoes, lemon pepper green beans, garden salad, garlic bread and cherry cobbler were still the bomb. My husband is never going to let me hear the end of this... and I wonder if Bob and Becky will ever come back?!?

Van's Celebrity Twin

2008-07-01T08:14:00.004-05:00

You all know about my love of Celebrity Baby Blog. Heck, they even blogged about me blogging about them. I am a minor celebrity, albeit in my own mind.

However, I often spend time comparing my son to the children of the rich and famous. Things like, I don't need to wean Van off his passy, Kingston still has his and he is older than two. Sasha looks just as big as Van, and he is only a year old.

I also spend a lot of time dwelling on Van's celebrity baby mates, meaning those the same age as him. And I've been so distressed, because his twin has been (up until now) Liam, that's right, the son of Tori Spelling. I even remember reading about his birth in US Weekly in the hospital right after I had Van. But what is more distressing about this comparison, is that then I judge myself against Tori Spelling. She has already had another baby (Stella is a great name BTW), and I can't even begin to wrap my mind around another pregnancy.

So as I was reading Celebrity Baby Blog this morning and I found out that Wyatt, Sheryl Crow's son, is exactly the same age as Van. And I now proclaim that he now takes over as Van's celebrity baby twin, and I can compare myself to Sheryl Crow. SO MUCH COOLER THAN 90210! I'm already closely examining her use of accessories, I think it will help me accomplish the I-am-a-cool-mom-so-relaxed-and-still-rockin' style that I deserve!

Stormin' Norman: Adcox Family Chills in Former Hometown

2008-06-29T23:15:00.006-05:00

To celebrate my upcoming birthday, we went on a family outing to Norman. We had planned on going to the Tulsa Zoo, but we had to change our plans after the Saturday thunderstorms rolled in to town. So at the last minute we decided to go to Norman.

Derek and I get all weepy and reminiscent when we drive to Norman, and immediately start commenting that it feels like we are finally going home. It's where we met, home to good memories and of course, Sooner football. What do you think of Derek's Stoops-inspired visor?

Our trip down memory lane began with lunch at Bison Witches. The potato soup totally hit the spot on a rainy Saturday afternoon. Van went on a carb overload, gorging himself on any and all bread around us.

Then we headed to the Sam Noble Oklahoma Museum of Natural History. Derek and I were hesitant of how well Van would respond to the exhibits, but he loved it. He walked around yelling "WHOA," (kind of like Joey on Blossom) pointing at everything from dinosaurs to other kids.

And finally, we didn't leave without enjoying Happy Hour at Classic 50s, where we sipped on Crimson and Cream slushes while noshing on Cajun Fries. Van figured out how to drink out of a straw! The slush was too tasty to pass up!

It was a great day. I am truly blessed.

Don't Let My Mom Near Me with Scissors!

2008-06-21T21:23:00.005-05:00

Van had his first haircut today. His stylist? Yours truly. Granted, I probably should have road tested my snipping skills before setting forth on my son's first haircut, but we made it through the process unscarred. Literally, I didn't cut him. Which is much better than the first time I cut his fingernails. Derek still won't let me near him with the clippers.

Derek calls the cut Beatles-inspired, I call it the best I could do while my son was wiggling around and screaming. And he did scream... the entire time. I am thinking paying a professional wouldn't be a bad idea in the future!

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O Happy Day

2008-06-17T22:12:00.003-05:00

"That's fierce."
- Christian, Project Runway Season 4

Have you ever had a day where nothing seems to go right? That was my day today. (Let's not talk about the neighbor who was using my Wi-Fi signal to download copyrighted material that caused the cable company to threaten turning off my internet signal.) BUT THEN, I found out the new season of Project Runway starts in July! It brightened my day, so I thought I would pass along the cheer to you. Nothing rocks my socks like Tim Gunn!

Happy Anniversary to Me!

2008-06-08T23:05:00.001-05:00

Today marks my one-year anniversary of blogging. Click here to see where it all began!

There's No Place Like Home

2008-06-08T22:50:00.002-05:00

Home! And this is my room, and you're all here. And I'm not gonna leave here ever, ever again, because I love you all, and - oh, Auntie Em - there's no place like home.
-Dorothy, The Wizard of Oz

I am home, and I'll say that 11 days was a long time to be away from home. Van still remembered me, but after a brief moment of glee-complete with a big smile and kicking feet-his attention was back to other airport goers. I was glad to receive the training, but now I am ready to start working on my new job... from home! Maggie and the cats are going to be very confused.

Other highlights... I used my spare time in Florida to get up to speed on Grey's Anatomy. Darn you Rose! We also put some items in the great Blais garage sale that netted us $200 this weekend. Also, Van loves his new CD, Barenaked Ladies' SNACKTIME. He has been dancing to it for two weeks! I'll try to post some video...

Beach Blues

2008-06-01T13:25:00.001-05:00

No matter the beauty, the beach is boring without friends or family.

Open Letter to My Friends

2008-05-31T10:39:00.003-05:00

Go through your phone book, call people and ask them to drive you to the airport. The ones who will drive you are your true friends. The rest aren't bad people; they're just acquaintances.: -Jay Leno

Dear Friends,

Do you not know that I am traveling and I need lots of blog entries to read while I am spending nights alone in my hotel room? For months, you have been consistent with your blog entries, keeping me laughing, crying, and the sorts. Now, a dry spell? Please post some new content, I have an entire weekend of free time to fill here. I am pondering going to the beach, but what do you do at the beach with no friends or family with you? Help me here!

Sincerely,
The Hypocrite

Dinner with Legend Lee Roy Selmon

2008-05-29T19:25:00.001-05:00

Okay, so I am not actually eating with him, but I am eating at his Oklahoma-themed restaurant in Sarasota, Florida. The menu has Bluebell ice cream with the desserts, so tempting! I am waiting for my meatloaf, we'll see how it tastes. Training for the new job is going well, I already miss my family. Sarasota is just like home, but with palm trees! And, people don't use their blinkers when they drive... I am the only one!

Vacation Photos

2008-05-27T20:46:00.004-05:00

No man needs a vacation so much as the man who has just had one.
-Elbert Hubbard

Feel the Burn

2008-05-21T10:23:00.001-05:00

We are having lots of fun at our vacation in sunny California... well, except Derek who is a lovely shade of lobster red. You see, he often makes fun of my day-glow white skin and SPF 70 sunblock, but not anymore! After a day at the beach (Van loved the sand, hated the ocean) he has a blistering sunburn (Van and I are still a lovely porcelain hue).

And if you did not already hate me because my son has slept through the night since 4 weeks or the fact that I never had morning sickness, Van's first flight was a breeze, he slept the entire time. We'll see how the trip back goes... Well, we are off to the Long Beach Aquarium now, I'll check back in soon.

My Thoughts: Cali Vacation, Tornadoes & Sarah Jessica Parker

2008-05-13T12:22:00.005-05:00

“The future’s already here. It’s just not evenly distributed.” -William Gibson

We are furiously preparing for our vacation next week. California here we come!

Derek and I both had dreams last night about experiencing tornadoes. Do you think that is weird?

I can't believe Michelle completed 104 scrapbook pages in one weekend. Impressive!

Even though I couldn't be less interested, we have been working on some gardening.

When you go to dinner, go with John, his weird "no-sauce" approach to pizza eating can get the whole table a relatively free meal.

Forget celebrity dance-offs, I challenge everyone to a type-off on Type Racer. Post your top score!

Starting a conversation with "so I was listening to this interview with Al Gore on NPR" does not create a willing and eager audience, especially if it's my husband.

I think it is acceptable for fashion icons to wear funny hats. I like it!

Scarlett Review

2008-05-05T03:28:00.000-05:00

I still don't get it, but this music critic is calling it the "One Of The Most Brilliant Records You'll Hear This Year, Honestly."

Registered Participant 18,059

2008-05-04T17:37:00.004-05:00

I just signed up for the mayor's This City is Going on a Diet Program. And you Bladcoxerson Weight Challenge participants thought I was out of the race!

Falling Down

2008-05-03T11:44:00.002-05:00

Can anyone explain this to me? I must not understand. Please, do leave me your impressions!

2008-04-29T23:44:00.003-05:00

“A gossip is one who talks to you about others; a bore is one who talks to you about himself; and a brilliant conversationalist is one who talks to you about yourself.” ~Lisa Kirk

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