Saturday, June 27, 2009

Boy 1, new car smell 0

We bought a new minivan last week. It's just way too nice but it makes driving kids from point A to point B so much more fun. Our other van was 9 years old and had almost 125,000 miles on it, plus various dents, scratches, a nonworking radio and a wonky door.

One of the very best things about my new car is the smell. My old car had its own smell. Husband said that it was stinky but really it just smelled like a car that transports four kids. You know, french fries and stinky feet. My new car smells like heaven. New car smell has to be one of the best scents ever and it never lasts as long as you'd like it to. Before you know it, the french fry and stinky feet smell is bound to creep in. Last night, husband and I got gyros for dinner. I was tempted to hold the bag out of the sunroof on the drive home. {Yes, I realize it's hilarious that a minivan has a sunroof. Imagine me hanging out of it. Moms gone wild.}

Unfortunately, Greek food was the least my poor car would face this weekend. I know many of you are going to see this coming. Husband was bringing Spring7 home from a birthday party when Spring7 started "not feeling so good." Five feet from our driveway (you know what's coming now, don't you?), Spring7 pukes everywhere. Summer10 comes in the house gagging, "Something really bad just happened". Sigh.

So much for new car smell. After an hour cleaning it, I think french fries and stinky feet would suit me just fine.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Starting Out

I've been rolling around the idea of writing a blog for some time now. I have so many conversations in my head all day long (well that makes me sound insane) and those thoughts need a place to go. Too many things happen in my world daily, weekly, whatever and I don't want to forget all the wackiness that is my life. I try to keep a positive view of the world around me and see it all with a sense of humor. Try. Besides, my house is so loud and crazy at dinner time that I'm pretty sure my husband doesn't hear much of what I say about my day. Now he can read it, right honey?

You may say to yourself, "surely that didn't happen" or "seriously?" but I swear that I couldn't make this stuff up. If I could, I'd be writing a novel, not a blog.

One problem I had to solve before joining the blogosphere was what to do about my kids' names. Husband preferred I not use their real names. Fine, but what to call them? Some people come up with great descriptive names for their kids. Good for them but I couldn't come up with anything that didn't sound forced or just plain goofy. Do I call them by their order in the family? So should I call my second born #2? No again. The 9 year old boy lurking deep in me thinks it would be SO funny to name a brother after poop but I'm not going there. I also thought about naming them after the month in which they wre born. Do I want a son named April? Now, I'm all about not pushing gender roles on kids but that's going too far. I tried the route of using their godfathers' names but couldn't get past the fact that Carlos just doesn't flow with John, Jim and Tony.

Husband (who gets credit for naming my blog too) suggested naming each boy by their season and age. So here we go, A Boy for All Seasons starring Summer10, Spring7, Winter3 and Fall21months.