E=MC2

What's In a Name?

2009-10-19T06:00:00.000-07:00

E hates Swiss cheese.

Hates it.

H-A-T-E-S it.

To the moon and back.

You know that children's book, Guess How Much I Love You? In our house it's Guess How Much I Hate Swiss Cheese!

You know what she does like, though?

Jarlsberg.

Go figure.

You Know Mommy Takes Too Many Pictures When...

2009-10-10T22:51:00.000-07:00

...this is what you get

over,

and over,

and over again.

Oh, my!

Oh! Almost.

Even closer!

Ah! There we go! There are those baby blues!

October

2009-10-06T09:43:00.000-07:00

For the month of October, my blog is going pink for a friend.

A friend who is currently fighting and beating breast cancer.

I am overwhelmed with hope and thankfulness for her.

I am completely in awe of her strength and decisiveness.

I am humbled by her experiences and attitude.

I am eternally thankful to call her my friend.

I praise the Almighty for bringing her into my life.

And I pray daily that she will continue to win the battle she is so gallantly fighting.

I love you, Holli.

Aloha Friday

2009-10-01T23:04:00.000-07:00

Tell the truth now: Have thoughts of Christmas invaded your head yet?

They have mine.

*sigh*

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The Princess and the Peas

2009-09-30T10:21:00.000-07:00

Raising two self-proclaimed princesses brings all sorts of fairy tales back to me daily. My girls are obsessed with princesses! Even at two years of age, C can identify and name each and every Disney princess.

But lately, it's been the Princess and the Pea that runs through my mind most often.

I always enjoyed the story of the Princess and the Pea as a child. It was a little fantastical for me, but the idea that a true princess could feel a tiny pea under all those mattresses? THAT is the stuff that fantasies are made of!

Since E's started school, C has really begun to come into her own. It's been fascinating, and a bit frustrating, to watch her little personality grow and expand when her big sister isn't around.

And C? She must have a bit of real princess in her.

Why? Because every morning while M is taking a nap, C asks for a snack. And do you know what she asks for?

Frozen peas.

?!?

Seriously; the kid asks for frozen peas. And she'll eat two bowls full. Every morning.

Sometimes it's nice having a princess (or two) in house!

But, no, I'm still not the queen.

Wordless Wednesday--For the Love of the Game

2009-09-29T19:25:00.001-07:00

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My Girl

2009-09-26T07:00:00.000-07:00

My poor little Goose! My darling little 2 year-old C! I suppose it was inevitable.

She's so cute, so sweet. She's been forced to grow up so quickly because of M being only 18 months younger than she is.

I suppose, given her age, it was bound to happen.

I suppose it happens to all children eventually.

My careful girl,

my curious girl,

my wants-so-badly-to-be-a-big-girl girl,

fell out of bed the other night.

I'm not exactly sure how she managed it. Between the small bookcase acting as a guard by the head, and the bunk bed ladder acting as a guard by the foot, there's only a two-foot space leading directly to the ground. Apparently, she found it.

While asleep.

My talented girl!

Lip-Smackin' Good

2009-09-25T10:18:00.001-07:00

Just some lip-smackin' cuteness for your Friday.

Enjoy!

THAT Family

2009-09-24T13:30:00.004-07:00

Amidst all the turmoil and trauma of me missing my sister's wedding, a highly significant, life-changing event took place in the Einstein household earlier this month.

(No, I'm not pregnant again. It's not possible for Mr. Einstein and me to have another baby together. Trust me.)

What I mean is, the first day of the rest of E's life began: she started kindergarten.

She was just a wee bit excited about it.

Of course, Mr. Einstein started school, too.

He wasn't nearly as excited about it as E was, though.

With this new beginning came homework, of course.

Now, homework isn't new to E; the preschool she was at last year had weekly homework packets, so she was well-trained as to what to expect homework-wise.

The only difference this year is that her sister, C, is older. And has a longer reach. And is more interested.

Mr. Einstein, being an elementary school teacher, has dealt with...well, you name it, he's dealt with it.

One of his biggest pet peeves? THAT Family. One of the things he really can't figure out: How in the world do the kids of THAT Family manage to get food all over their homework? Some days it's so bad, he can actually figure out what THAT Family had for dinner.

Disgusting, right? Absurd, right? Careless, right?

Well, guess what: we now have personal insight into THAT Family.

We have become THAT Family.

Sadly, it's true.

Tuesday night Mr. Einstein was going over E's Read Well magazine packet with her, reviewing what's she's been learning. He got up to get seconds, and left it on the table.

Within reach of C.

Who had been eating refried beans.

With her hands.

Of course she reached out to grab the packet. Of course her hand was covered with beans. And of course she smeared the beans all over one of the pages.

She is only 2 years-old, after all.

Mr. Einstein emailed E's teacher to apologize, and her teacher just laughed.

Yes, we have become THAT Family.

Acting My Age

2009-09-18T14:02:00.000-07:00

I am determined to act my age today.

I will not be petty.

It's giving me a headache, but I'm determined.

I will not wallow.

I want no feelings other than excitement and joy to flow through me and out of me today.

Tonight, my sister is getting married in Hawaii. I am still at home.

She is going to have the wedding of her dreams, and for that, I am thankful.

Two Weeks

2009-08-20T11:31:00.001-07:00

I can't believe summer is almost over!

In two weeks, school starts.

In two weeks, Mr. Einstein will officially be a classroom teacher again.

In two weeks, E starts kindergarten.

Freak.Out.

Seriously.

I have been so excited for her to start school. She has been more than ready for school for ages. But now? Now I'm starting to freak out a little bit.

Her clothes are ready, her shoes are purchased, her backpack is loaded, the school is almost finished.

In two weeks? My baby will be all grown up.

August 5, 2000

2009-08-05T06:00:00.000-07:00

On August 5, 2000, I married my best friend.

We were so young!

I wore this gorgeous satin dress that I had bought in January.
For an August wedding.
Yeah, I know. Great planning on my part.

But you know what?

It doesn't matter.
Because nine years later?
We're still together.

Happy Anniversary, darling!

I love you very much.

Dirty Talk

2009-08-04T16:09:00.001-07:00

Whoever told me that changing a boy's dirty diaper is easier than changing a girl's dirty diaper had either a) never changed a boy, or b) never changed a girl.

After 8 months of changing a boy's diapers, and 8 months of changing both a boy's and a girl's diapers simultaneously, let me tell you:

The boy's? Much more difficult. Much.

Sure, a girl has more crevices. But a girl's? Much more accessible.
A boy's? His are deeper and require moving things around.

A girl's? Takes a few swipes over a large area.
A boy's? Takes several swipes in the same small area. And a moving of things.

A girl's? So easy to tell when clean.
A boy's? Not so much.

Whoever said that to me? Liar!

I'll give you this much: they both equally stink.

Busy Body

2009-08-01T23:39:00.000-07:00

In the last three weeks, M has...

...learned to sleep by himself in his crib in the nursery.

...learned to say gaa, goo, a-goo, gung, and mamamama.

...learned to like baby food (especially meat) and yogurt.

...learned to drink through a straw.

...learned to eat Cheerios without choking.

...learned to crawl.

...learned to pull himself up to stand.

...learned to clap.

...cut another tooth (finally!).

It's been busy around here lately, to say the least.

I Just Can't Get Enough of This Right Now

2009-07-25T19:19:00.000-07:00

Love it! Love it! Love it!

Wordless Wednesday--Artsy Fartsy

2009-07-14T18:58:00.001-07:00

I make absolutely no claims to being a photographer.
That being said, I really enjoy playing with my camera.

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Re-Introduction

2009-07-13T07:00:00.000-07:00

With a new blog title, I thought I'd reintroduce the characters you meet here and see every so often.

This is M. M= mass. He's my chunk-of-love, my Bubba. Those 7 month-old rolls? They're about 95% breast milk, and about 5% baby food. He's huge.

This is C. C=speed of light. She's fast and she's 2. 'Nough said.

This is E. E=energy. She's 5 and she's wiry. Now, when Einstein came up with his theory of relativity, I'm sure he didn't have my kids in mind. However, my E? She really does equal MC2. She's the firstborn child of two firstborn children. She's doomed.

This is my hubs, my love, my friend, Mr. Einstein. He's an elementary school teacher. How cool is that?

This is me, Hillary, aka Mrs. Einstein. I'm a little bit sassy, little bit blunt, little bit sarcastic. I look remarkably like my sister in this picture, which is funny because we don't really look much alike.

So, this is us. I'm a math major who taught English married to an English teacher who taught math, and these are our progeny.

Hi!

Because It Makes Me Happy

2009-07-12T21:28:00.000-07:00

I did it. I made the change.

Why?

Because it makes me happy.

I'm not sure where it's going to take me, but I'm sure going to enjoy the ride.

And don't worry; nothing's really changed. I'm still me.

Just a happier me.

Aloha Friday #90

2009-07-09T21:53:00.000-07:00

I, obviously, burn easily. And I've had some doozies, let me tell you.

So, what is the worst place on your body you've ever burned?

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SPF 0

2009-07-09T09:23:00.001-07:00

The second half of our vacation was spent in Bremerton at my in-law's.

They have a boat.

So...

We saw sailboats,

a bridge,

and a beloved mountain.

Cinderella innertubed,

Sleeping Beauty floated,

the Little Prince looked cute,

and Prince Charming kneeboarded.

And I? I got sunburned.

Oh, yes. After thirty-*mumble, mumble* years, I still haven't learned my lesson.

My arms look like lobster claws, and my chest looks just as bad. My face and scalp were protected by my hat, and, for some reason, I had decided to wear pants on a scorching hot day.

Have you ever tried nursing a baby with flailing arms and dragon claws while sunburned? It's not pretty, my friends, not pretty at all.

And, of course, it was too hot and humid to wear long sleeves.

If I'd had any with me, that is.

Wordless Wednesday--Hide 'n' Seek

2009-07-07T21:52:00.001-07:00

This is my goofball second daughter playing hide and seek while we were on vacation.

Amazingly, no one could find her.

Seriously.

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"Normal" Is Only a Setting On the Dryer

2009-07-07T09:44:00.000-07:00

Why is it that getting home from a vacation is so stressful?

Despite two weeks of doing not much more than relaxing, I'm wiped out.

Why is it that the routine of activities, house-cleaning, general maintenance, summer jobs, fun, and naps is so difficult to reestablish?

Of course Prince Charming had to go to work this morning. Of course he did.

Why is it that the arguing, screaming, clutter, and dirtying of dishes are the first things to fall back into place?

Why?

Oh, relaxing vacation! Where art thou? Thou art but a vague, distant memory, though ended only yesterday.

Oh, for something easy, something familiar, something normal, that doesn't include arguing, mediating, or high-pitched voices. Maybe I should just go do laundry...

We've Got Tickets to Ride

2009-06-24T12:15:00.001-07:00

Yesterday, at the butt-crack of dawn, we set off on vacation to the Live Music Capitol of the world: Austin, TX.

Beautiful, sunny, oh-so-hot Austin.

I should probably lose five pounds this week just from sweating, if I ever leave the house, that is.

Anyway, our trip started uneventfully at the airport.

Until we got to the gate, that is.

All seven of us (my five, plus my in-laws) had JUST walked up to the gate, when we heard the page: "Prince Charming's father, party of seven, please come to the ticket counter. Prince Charming's father, party of seven, please come to the ticket counter."

Uh, oh.

We all thought we were being kicked off the plane, for some reason or another. Until my father-in-law got back to us.

"We've been upgraded."

Upgraded?

"All seven of us have been upgraded to first class!"

?!?

Seriously, we got to fly first class. All seven of us.

Yee haw!

And let me tell you, first class is so worth it! Heated towels, breakfast, drinks, super nice flight attendants, wide seats.

THAT is the life!

I could definitely get used to that.

White-Out

2009-06-18T16:43:00.001-07:00

To all of you who were subjected to my oh-so-whiteness today at the public pool,

I apologize.

To all of you who were dazzled by my new, brightly-patterned swimsuit contrasting with my ~~winter~~ all-year-long whiteness,

I'm sorry.

At least I shaved.

You're welcome.

Proposal

2009-06-12T14:14:00.001-07:00

So, I've been avoiding posting this, and I'm not sure why.

I want a change. At least, I think I do.

I've been blogging here at The Queen I Am Not for two almost years now. I originally named this blog because of my older daughter's complete and absolute obsession with princesses. That, and every time she played "princess," I never got to be the queen; I was always the bad stepmother, or the prince.

Although she's still into princesses, and has taught her younger sister to love them, as well, princesses don't consume her life anymore.

And now and then, I do actually get to be the queen. When I'm asked to play "princess" anymore. Which isn't often now that my younger daughter is old enough to play along.

While I still like my blog name, and while it's still appropriate, I'm thinking about making a change.

This is what I'm thinking about, and have been for over two weeks now:

I'm considering changing my blog title to E=MC2 (that's a squared, if I can figure out how to do a superscript on here).

Why? Well, for a number of reasons: 1. I'm a math teacher. 2. My husband was a math teacher until yesterday (stupid funding cuts!). 3. E, M, and C are (conveniently) the initials of my children. 4. E, M, and C actually correspond well to my children's personalities.

Before I make any changes, though, I really want your feedback.

I know I haven't posted much lately, but it's partly because this has been weighing on my mind, and I've been trying to avoid it.

I think I want a fresh start, but I really like the comfortable nature of the old/current.

I don't know. What do you think?

Please let me know in the comments. Also, I'll try to get a poll up in the sidebar, if I can figure it out.

Seriously. I want your input. I really do value your opinions!

So, what do you think?