Woolsey Family Chronicles

Documenting the journey of raising triplets and their wild big sister

Soccer Mom September 29, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — The Hip Mothership @ 9:00 pm

I always wondered what it meant to be a soccer mom.  I have heard the phrase thrown around all my life and saw images of a zillion kids jumping out of a mini-van with their soccer balls in hand.

I have never played soccer a day in my life and have no previous knowledge of how the game of soccer works.  People who watch professional soccer are for the most part crazy about the sport.  My friends Nicola and Paul from South Africa are a couple of those crazy soccer fans and every year they ask me if I am watching the World Cup and every year I say, “do you still not know that we do not watch soccer?”  They are quietly in disbelief. I can almost feel their disdain at my admission through the internet waves in which we are communicating.

So, now Ava is playing soccer for the third year and I am gaining interest in the sport; mainly because parent’s love watching their kids do anything in the world.  Here is how Ava’s soccer career has played out thus far:

Year 1: an embarrassment.  Ava spent more time twirling her hair and trimming the grass with her fingers than actually paying attention to the ball.  It was painful to watch.

Year 2: an improvement.  Ava still spent some time spacing off and forgetting that she was on the soccer field as part of a team and their job was to kick the soccer ball into the goal, but there were surprises along the way.  The biggest and best surprise of all was when Ava took the ball from her opponent and dribbled it all the way down the field and kicked it straight into goal.  No joke, people I have never seen in my life still come up to me and say “oh, you are Ava’s mom? I still remember that goal she made the last game of the season!”  Perhaps it was so magnificent not only because it was a great execution of a goal, but because this little tiny red head who looked like she would rather be anywhere in the whole world than on the soccer field got some major unexpected chutzpah and dominated for a minute.  Here is the link of the goal:

http://youtu.be/MxbK5NpBnp8

Year 3: Kick-ass.  Let me just say that watching Ava play soccer is the highlight of Chris and my week.  She has some good skills and very quick on the field.  Who knew?

So, I think as of recently I am finally understanding what it means to be a soccer mom.  We arrive at Ava’s games in my mini-van filled with children and unload our Costco fold out rolling cart that houses many soccer balls of different colors and shapes, snack and folding chairs.  We all proceed to the field where we set up base camp and get ready to watch some soccer!

And when Ava gets the ball I lose all control of myself.  I scream and yell and can’t see or hear anything else going on around me.  When Ava makes a goal, forget about it, that is when I truly embarrass myself.  Then along with screaming and yelling I add jumping up and down like a fool into the mix.  My friend Chandra said that I wasn’t making a fool of myself but my response to that is two-fold: 1.  she is too kind.  2.  her daughter was playing on the opposite field and so she may have missed my main moments of foolish soccer mom behavior.

After one goal I was screaming and yelling and jumping up and down (I think I even was holding one of the triplets at the time) and I saw Ava look over at me with a perplexed expression as if to say “I have never seen my mom act like that before.”

So, I must officially be a soccer mom.  I think I may fit all the proper criteria.  I love watching Ava play soccer.  I love to see her get in the game and really try hard to do a good job.  For a moment I may have even indulged thoughts of Ava at the World Cup ripping her T-shirt off and falling to her knees after a game winning goal.  Then, after all of the excitement of the game dies down, I realize it is just an 8 and under girls soccer scrimmage for an hour on a Saturday morning in September.  This is not the World Cup.

Chris made another video with his favorite shots from two games ago:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZePmipNNn8&hd=1

Until next time, the mothership is signing off.

Advertisements
 

Energy September 21, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — The Hip Mothership @ 4:22 am

Yesterday at about 1pm when my kids used to nap but now use this time to kick their energy up to the next level, I surrendered to exhaustion.  I felt like my body literally shut down and I could no longer effectively take care of three year old triplets.  I threw myself dramatically onto Preston’s new bed, which is quite comfortable I must say, where I laid like a corpse.  I didn’t talk or move, I just lay flat on my belly, arms and legs splayed in a surrender pose.  I played dead hoping that my kids would temporarily leave me alone and fend for themselves for once in their short lives.

Do what you want little triplets, I said to myself.  Ruin the books, scream at each other, throw your clothes all over the floor, play in the toothpaste and drip it all around the carpet carelessly.  Just don’t bug me.

It went well at first.  They found it amusing that I was sleeping when I was on the mom clock.  They got their blankets and covered me up.  They got their doctor’s set and began to poke me and prod me.  Poking and prodding me while I attempted to rest was definitely on my list of “acceptable” activities during my surrender time.  I was desperate.

Then I began to fall in to that semi-conscious, unconscious place, finally finding some peace.  This is when the unacceptable behavior began to take place.  After a few minutes of relaxation I awoke  and Preston had given Violet and Elsa a haircut.  I looked down and saw little pieces of orange and brown hair all over the carpet.  It could’ve been worse I suppose.  He could’ve given his sisters each their own mullet.  Instead, Preston just cut a big chunk out of the front part of Violet’s hair, and gently layered Elsa’s hair to where it was fairly undetectable that her three year old brother had been her barber.

Around this time I peeled myself from Preston’s bed and walked directly to Chris’s office and pleaded for his help.  “You have to help me today Chris.  You have to help me,” I said.  “I cannot cannot do this today.” “You can’t do what?” he asked curiously.  “I can’t be a mom today.  I really can’t do it.  I don’t have it in me today.  Please help me.”

He told me that at 3:45 he would take everyone to the gym, which would give me 2 whole hours of freedom.  “What time did you say Chris?”  3:45 Chris replied.  3:45!!!!!!!  But, but, but, it’s only 2pm!  How am I going to make it to 3:45?

I was appreciative to Chris though.  I just literally didn’t think I would survive those little triplet beasts until 3:45.  Just when I thought I wouldn’t survive, miraculously my energy returned to a semi-normal level rendering me sort of useful the rest of the day.

In my life I need to have a lot of energy all day.  I really struggle with this.  There are hard core drugs I could take like Meth or Heroin that could get me that energy I need to make it through my days but there are obvious drawbacks to this.  There is caffeine but I have found that a soda or a latte in the middle of the day is kind of the equivalent of taking one Advil for a migraine.   I would need about six sodas and lattes to really give me the jolt I need to survive all that I need to do in a day, but that is just not healthy or practical.  I asked my sister if she has a trick to creating more energy in those slow dragging-ass afternoons and she likes Go-Girl energy drinks.  I have never tried one, so that is an option.  I asked my doctor what I can do for more energy and she said vitamins; in particular the B-complex group of vitamins.  Taking a vitamin for my situation seems a little like putting an ice pack on a knife wound.  But I bought myself some vitamins and so far all I notice is that my pee is bright yellow.

Please people — friends and readers – if you have any idea how I can inject some extra energy in myself in a healthy way, please comment.

When my kids look back on their childhood I want them to think of a mom that was playful and energetic and enthusiastic, not one that was comatose on her son’s bed in the middle of the day.

Now I must call the doctor because while I was jotting a few sentences down while I had a descent thought, my lovely daughter Elsa who was playing in Ava’s laundry hamper for some unknown reason, tipped over and hit her cheek bone on the metal part of Ava’s bed.  She has an open gash that looks stitch or glue worthy.  I hope I don’t freak out or throw up.

Until next time, the mothership is signing off.

 

Video September 13, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — The Hip Mothership @ 5:08 am

For years my dear husband has been looking for just the right computer and software for video editing. The iMac seemed like the obvious choice – but Apple’s video editing software has either been far to basic (iMovie) or required a Ph.D. to operate (Final Cut).  So Chris has lived in the PC world which has delivered nothing but disappointment – slow computers prone to crash. But recently Apple made several improvements to iMovie – enough to lure Chris back to the iMac world – below is the link to his first video, which I think turned out really cool.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSzVyRClHIY&hd=1

My kids spent a lot of time on their scooters this summer.  We put considerable investment into buying them the best scooters we could find and our investment has paid off.  The scooters have been a huge source of entertainment all summer long.  Elsa also rides her pink scooter, but is not seen in the video because it really isn’t her style to ride in skate parks.  She is much more of a mani pedi, diamonds and martinis type of a gal.  The skate park is a bit rough and tumble for her delicate disposition and elegant tastes.  Perhaps Chris could make Elsa her own video in which she complements ladies’ on their diamonds and fancy shoes (which she does on a daily basis).

Below is a slide show of Ava’s birthday party.  She had such a great time and has a really nice group of friends.  At the end of her birthday instead of complaining about her birthday being over (humph!!!), she said that her birthday was even better than she expected.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Until next time, the mothership is signing off.

 

School September 9, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — The Hip Mothership @ 5:03 am

And the seasons they go round and round

And the painted ponies go up and down

We’re captive on the carousel of time

We can’t return we can only look

Behind from where we came

And go round and round and round

In the circle game

  • Joni Mitchell, The Circle Game

Ava and Lauren on Ava's birthday

Today is our wild, fun Ava Rose’s 7th birthday and she has had an awesome week with a pool party and a family party tonight on her birthday.  Kids these days are pretty lucky when it comes to birthdays.  Birthdays are special because it is our one special day of the whole year that is solely our own.  I wanted to make sure that Ava had a wonderful birthday that lived up to her expectations.  What made me so proud was that for the first birthday ever, Ava showed real gratitude for everything she received.  She thanked us repeatedly for her gifts and her party and was truly grateful and content with everything she received.  I felt like all of Chris and my child training was paying off.  With some kids, gratitude comes naturally, and with others it is a training process.  It has been a real training process for Ava and it feels good to see our hard work paying off in our eldest child.

Tonight the Hosseinis were over, and Gigi and Gramps, and Bob, Kendall and Lauren came for pizza and cupcakes.  The adults shared a nice bottle of champagne and the kids played in the pool and had a lot of fun.

The summer is coming to a close, and school and sports have begun.  My life is a non-stop flurry of activity, child rearing and house re-decoration.

I have constant guilt that I don’t make enough time to write in my blog.  The kids are no longer napping and by night time I don’t feel like using my brain in any capacity so that makes blogging a challenge.      Perhaps as I settle into our new school routine things will come together better for me and allow for more time.  Right now I am at a park with the triplets watching them play while I try to type out some thoughts. Except that this plan didn’t work very well since Violet stubbed her baby toe shortly after getting to the park.  It was bleeding and hurting and try as I did, Violet was unable to recover from the sustained injury causing our premature departure.

Ava's first day of 2nd grade

Second grade is going well.  Ava was very excited to start school, as were her parents.  We had a great summer but the Woolseys do better in the home environment when our older child is occupied and stimulated throughout the entire day.  One day a couple of weeks ago when Ava got home at her normal 2:45 time and was driving me crazy by 3pm, I threatened to send her to the extended day after school program.  I threatened her.  Ava replied with “oh can I go please please please?? Can I start tomorrow?”  I had no reply to that.  That was a failed attempt at a threat.

The triplets at preschool. Preston has a skinned face because he tipped over on the choo choo wagon

The triplets started Montessori through the State run Charter program held at a local elementary school.  I am very excited about it because the teacher is so warm and loving and wonderful and I think my little triplets are really going to learn some great things.  Their previous \teacher at Mothership Montessori really sucked so it is about time that these poor deprived children get some quality education.

We fill hours of our afternoon up in the pool.  I do mean hours.  This fact leads me to wonder what on earth we will do when winter rolls around and we are stuck inside.  Yes, it is 90 degrees outside and I am already building up anxiety about winter.

The little girls' new room

We have bought the triplets all new twin beds and bedding, and with that, we had to redecorate, because one small project does snowball into about a thousand other projects.  I think the little girls’ room is nicer than Chris and my room at this point.  These kids are spoiled. . . and expensive.

Hopefully the next time you get a blog from me it will still be September.

Until next time, the mothership is signing off.