Friday, April 30, 2010

I know you’re going to think that I am totally full of it. But hand to my heart, this is the honest truth. (I mean, by now you guys can tell when I’m just flat making stuff up, right?)

On Monday I put Will on the potty. This is nothing new. He has been on the potty about 3-4 dozen times and not had a freakin’ clue what he was supposed to be doing up there. He would sit and unroll the toilet paper and then smile the “I can’t get into trouble for making a major mess and wasting natural resources because I am THIS CUTE” smile. And then he would hop down and flush while exclaiming, “I DID IT!”

I did not have high hopes.

I am not above bribery however. Not long ago I bought him some Thomas the Train underpants. I even let him wear a pair for about 10 minutes. Until, he peed the underpants, his last clean pair of jeans, and my couch. (Uh, who needs training here?)

So anyway, on Monday when I put him on the potty he did have the promise of some big boy underpants to motivate him. He peed. It was glorious. Naturally, his sister and I did all the requisite jumping up and down, cheering, and having him call friends and family far and wide to discuss the aforementioned pee pee in the potty. Then we went downstairs and celebrated with a Bear in the Big Blue House video where they sing about The Potty Train.

Honestly, I think that’s what did it. Because he started talking about how he wanted to “get on board the potty train.” So we made him a sticker chart and promised 1 sticker for sitting there and trying, 2 stickers for pee, and 3 stickers for Code Brown. Then I promised that if he filled up his sticker chart he could go to Toys R’ Us and buy a Sodor Engine.

The next morning I put him on the potty and he pooped. Again, fanfare. And 3 stickers.

You should have seen him. The kid looked at those three stickers, did the math, and then climbed back on that toilet and set to work trying muster up anything that would get him closer to the Tomas Train purchase. He wanted to know how many stickers for a toot. He wanted sticker credit for burps. And finally, he earned 3 more stickers.

He has not looked back. I have not changed a diaper in 4 days.

Thank you Thomas. You’re a very useful engine.


~Clover

Wednesday, April 28, 2010



Happy 6th Birthday to my bebe girl. I love you Sweet Pea!!

~Clover

Monday, April 26, 2010

I was looking for a long lost file on my computer the other day, and came across some little treasures that I made long, long ago. The original idea was to have "drink of the day" underpants. But that didn't pan out. So...I took the logos and made drinkwear at Cafe Press. There are t-shirts, tank tops, hoodies, and even BBQ aprons and wall clocks. Pretty cute stuff, and not priced too terribly.

If you know anyone who needs a Martini logo on their softball team jerseys, this is for you...



View Thirsty gear.



View Therapy gear.



View You Had Me at Merlot gear.



View Martini gear.



View Cosmo gear.



View BEER gear.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Just in case you have 5 year old girly girls, and you'd like to know how to create their - and I quote - "BEST DAY EVER!!"











It's pretty fun for the Mommies too.

When you get to the salon and they ask you what you'd like to have done, just say the words, "Toddlers and Tiaras." They will know exactly what to do.

~Clover

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Listen to this little indulgence.

In honor of the sun coming out, I am going to go upstairs right this second - in the middle of the morning on a THURSDAY - and take a shower. I know, I'm living dangerously right now. My kids might actually watch more than their alloted 1.5 hours of television today. Or, G-A-S-P, make a MESS. But I am throwing caution to the wind.

And then, after my shower, I AM GOING TO PAINT MY TOENAILS.

I know. It's probably about the most foolish and selfish thing a mom has ever done. But CPS be damned...

And if the kids want their toes painted I'll do that too.

Wheeeee....! It's all spring fever crizazy up in here.

~Clover

Sunday, April 11, 2010

You know how everyone has a memory of some time during their childhood when an adult treated them unfairly and unkindly?

Mine is from this time when a carnie at the State Fair yelled at me and called me stupid because I went the wrong way in the funhouse.

Well, today, at a fleamarket, a woman with a booth full of J.U.N.K. made that memory for Sweet Pea.

Here’s the deal though. Sweet Pea’s “mean lady memory” is also going to be about how her mom and grandmother went toe to toe with the old witch.

Nobody talks to my girl like that.

~Clover

Thursday, April 08, 2010

My Father in Law has a newish hobby that just so happens to be a fantastic grandkid activity! It's called Geocacheing (sp??). In layman's terms, you use a GPS device to hunt for treasures that people hide. You go online to get a list of official treasure spots, and then you tromp around until you find things like baseball cards and McDonald's toys. When you find a cache, you are supposed to sign the log with the date and your Geo-handle - yes, my FIL has one - and then take a treasure and leave a treasure. My kids had great fun before we even left the house selecting what little trinkets they would leave in their Geocaches.

I totally volunteered the whole famdamily to go on this trek without even asking anyone if that is what they wanted to do. And, given that it was snowing on and off all day, I think Gigi was a pretty good sport. Thanks Gigi!



These are some serious treasure hunters. You can tell, because Sweet Pea wore her favorite sundress over her best jeans, and even brought a parasol.



At first we didn't find much, except wildlife. This hunting spot was called, "Heron's Harem" on the website. And when we saw these trees full of heron nests we knew why. I counted 22 nests, and we saw about 8 heron in them.



Mommy found a treasure...this picture does not even do this house, nay...estate, justice. It is HUGE. I couldn't even fit the guest house in the frame. Funny, this is walking distance from my little ghetto house. I think I should become BFF's with my neighbors, don't you?



You know that saying about marching to the beat of a different drummer? In Will's case it's something about hunting for treasure on your own (cold) trail.



Another wildlife treasure! Someone on the trail a few yards before we reached this spot warned us that Daddy Swan was being very protective of his Lady and her eggs.



But we found Daddy to be quite friendly. He totally followed us around long after we were away from the nest and practically posed for my camera. I couldn't have been more than 5 feet from him when I took this. Funny, because today Sweet Pea's teacher was telling me about being chased by that same swan yesterday. I think that swan digs me...



YAY! Treasure!! We found 4 that day. Pretty good hunting.



~Clover

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

I have a few pictures to share of the trip we made to North Idaho for my Grandparents' funeral. Admittedly, these are not spectacular pictures. I am so bad about taking the camera and then not really using it. I hear tell that between my Aunt Donna and my Uncle Pat there were more than 3,000 snaps of the weekend...

But this is what I've got, and for various reasons I think they are pretty sweet.

On the way to Coeur d'Alene we spent the night at my In-Law's house. This is the swing in their front yard. Sweet William is F.I.N.A.L.L.Y. big enough to swing in the tree swing without getting bucked off. What a rite of passage! So is a spring picture in the swing.



Again, I love it when they love each other.



These next 3 pictures were taken at the very lovely reception we had for family and friends after the FUNeral. I say FUNeral, because every single one of my Grandparents' children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren were packed into three pews of St. Thomas Aquinas Church. It was not at all quiet or reverent, and Grannie would have loved every kid outburst. Esp. the part where baby K ripped a huge burp, and when Sweet Will shouted out, "WHEN DO I GET A DOUGHNUT??"

This picture is of almost all the Great-Grandkids. We are missing two little boys who had significantly better things to do than SIT STILL.



Sweet Pea and Baby K.



Baby K and her mom, my cousin Elli. Elli is a beautiful and very cool chica! I love this picture because you can see the family resemblence in Elli.



After the reception we went up to my Aunt and Uncle's room and broke open a special bottle of something strong to toast two incredible people and the legacy they created. This is, of course, a terrible picture of me and my cousin-who-is-like-a-sister, Sarah. But I think it's kinda fitting that it's blurry...



A beautiful view of Lake Coeur d'Alene and Tubbs Hill. My grandparents loved their hometown, and I have so many awesome memories of being here with them.



Of course there was a lot more to the weekend. It was a truly wonderful thing to have my whole (Giesa) family together, even under the circumstances.

I am so blessed to have lived my life. I hope my kids understand how much love grows on their family tree.

~Clover

Friday, April 02, 2010

I have decided as of late to become a little bit of a philosopher. I’m not sure if that is good or bad, given that I have never taken a philosophy class or read a philosophy book. But I figure that I am really good at thinking about things. And even better at making proclamations about my thinking and the resulting conclusions, and then acting as if I have solved all the problems of the world. So. If nothing else, this should be entertaining for a while.

I’ve got two things I’m thinking on right now – cogitating, as my grandma Ethel Baby would have said. The first is the whole “Power of your Thoughts” thing. The message – that your thoughts have the power to bring about things in your life – keeps getting tossed at me with the subtlety of a carsick rhinoceros.

It started with this woman who spoke at a conference I attended last year. Apparently she helped make that movie called The Secret. And when I went on Wine Weekend last year a couple of my girlfriends were all about changing the way they spoke about their goals. Instead of saying that they “wanted” or “wished” that things were happening (like a promotion at work, or a successful new business venture) they were using a more active tense. “I will” and “when ____ happens,” Remember when I lost my car keys? Well, that psychic spent a lot of time telling me that I needed to put the power of my mind to work for me. And then my uncle said essentially the same thing to me last week when I was fretting about something over which I have little or no control.

So I’ve been thinking about that. Thinking about the areas of my life where I project pessimism and doubt. The parts of me that are scared to be successful, or are comfortable with an “oh poor me” outlook on life. I have been focusing on letting go of worry. Accepting what I can change. Understanding and believing that “difficult” doesn’t mean “dangerous” or “doomsday”. Knowing that everything is fluid, and change is the only thing that is certain. And if that’s true, then why not focus on positive change? I’ve also been really working on “loving detachment” from some unhealthy relationships in my life. I’ve actually been meditating about giving hugs to people who generally cause me irritation and frustration.

Which I guess is bad news if you have been feeling cosmically hugged by me lately. But anyhoo…

I actually think all this is working. How is it working? Well, I’m a LOT less stressed out for one. And right now that is pretty much my only concern. But other little things are happening too. Things are falling into place in a way that they haven’t for a while. I’m having a lot of “small world” kind of interactions. Opportunities are knocking.

How cool is THAT?

The second thing I have been thinking about is a little deeper. It’s about God, and me. And what God wants from me, really. I haven’t gotten terribly far on this one. Mostly, I think, because I have a really REALLY hard time shutting up long enough to hear any voices other than the ones in my head that are totally engaged in over thinking this particular topic already.

Here’s what I’ve got so far: My life is a gift that I want to make great use of. God created me in his/her image, so God knows I have a L.O.T. of potential.

And like I said, opportunities are knocking.

~Clover

Thursday, April 01, 2010

Well, Mr. G and I just got word that we have won the multimillion dollar prize in our state lottery. I guess that means I will be turning off the Clover blog and moving to a tiny private island in the Caribbean.

Good news for you loyal readers though. Anyone who leaves a comment today gets a check for $50k.

Happy April 1st!
~Clover