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What 18 degrees below zero can do to you…..

Wow.  Negative 18 when we woke up this am.  Seriously.  It was kind of hard to wrap my mind around it so I stopped my husband from walking the dog because I said I wanted to feel what -18 felt like…..that was my first mistake.  Holy.  Balls.  I will tell you what it feels like – it feels like a million angry bee’s are biting you with Ben-Gay on their stingers.  Wait, make that two million angry bee’s.

So with negative 18 degrees comes kids stuck in doors all day……ALL day.  Not even a breath of fresh air hit their lungs – except for when I came in from the angry Ben-Gay bee swarm.  It had me appreciating the days of summer, hell, even the days of 12 degrees.

It also got me to thinking about all the things, like getting outside, that are completely underrated and simply just do not get enough credit for existing.  Just being there…Things like:

The bathroom door lock.  Such a little thing but so awesome.  When your kids fight over who gets to flush your pee down the toilet, it is nice to be able to shut the door, turn that lock and whiz in peace.  Generally not peace as there are usually 4 tiny fists banging on the door but I will take what I can get.

Good Breath.  This is one of those things you do not appreciate until you have the unfortunate experience of talking to someone who has horrible breath.  I am talking that knock you out and kill a cactus breath.  I talked to someone the other day who had breath that smelled like an angry outhouse on fire.  It was that bad.  It sort of hurt my brain it was so terrible.  I was trying to talk and not breathe at the same time which is very hard to do.  I ended up sounding like Pee Wee Herman.  (On a side note, if you ever talk to me and I have toilet breath, just tell me).

A Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich.  When was the last time you had one of these?  You forget how good they are.  When I make them for my kids I hover over them like a vulture just waiting for scraps.  I will even take the stale crust.  If you have not had one lately go ahead and make yourself one.  You will not be disappointed.  I recommend grape jelly and smooth peanut butter on wheat….but not that wheat bread that has full bird seeds and oatmeal bits, just plain old wheat.

A king size bed.  If you do not have one of these you are missing out.  I forget how awesome it is until I sleep in one of those double beds with my snoring husband and two baby alligators.  Some day my kids will actually spend the entire night in their bed but for now, Every morning, about 3 am, my pals come hand in hand and fight over who gets to sleep by me.  If they had their way, they would sleep on top of me.  At least when you are in a king size bed you have an extra inch or two to move.  In a double bed we are stuffed in there like baby dills in a jar….almost like a game of Jenga trying to fit in the damn thing.

A good set of tweezers.  Have you ever gone to tackle those pesky chin hairs or try and tame your unibrow using a terrible tweezers?  You feel like you are tugging on a buttery whisker that is mocking you with every tug.  A good set of tweezers can be life changing….especially when you are italian.

A pee diaper.  You know the kind, the opposite of the poop diaper.  When you get all ready to change a giant dump, you open it up and wah-la – just pee.  We call those “ghost poops” in our house.  You swear it is going to be the kind where the poop resembles mustard and is half way up the back and you undo those tabs one by one to be surprised by whiz.  Simply whiz.  It is like winning the lottery.

Good salami.  The fancy stuff that is about half an arm and a leg a pound – has to be genoa.  Sometimes I cheap out and get Hormel or whatever is on sale at the deli then try and have it with good cheese and crackers. It is like gnawing on an oily nub of cat food.   No thanks.  I regret it every time.  I am pretty darn frugal but there are a couple things that I pony up for and salami is one of them.  So are pretzels, milk, crackers, juice, bed sheets, lotion and baby wipes.  Everything else is up for grabs.  Store brand Honey Nut Cheerios?  No problem there.

Tiny hugs.  These are the best kind out there and today I got about 83 because we were in close quarters all day.  When they are running all day and in school this number drops dramatically.  Today I got them out of nowhere and several “I love you’s” just out of the blue.  These are the absolute best parts of my day.  In our house we like “Holding Hugs”.  That means you have to stand up and hug them tight, tight, tight and they wrap their little legs around you and you rock side to side for a good 30 seconds, sometimes longer if you got the groove going.  There is nothing better in this world than a “holding hug” from one of my pals who tells me I am their best friend and I am so pretty.  You feel like Costanza from Seinfeld trying to leave on a high note – because nothing can top it.  I think nothing can top my kids though.

So, with school cancelled tomorrow we get to do it again and it is fun!  A whole fun free day to do stuff with your kids is amazing but when you have to do it at home, your options become  a bit limited.  No one wants to come visit b/c they do not want to leave their cozy house either.  We already have cookie baking on deck along with foot painting (not finger – “FOOT” painting).  This was all L.A.’s idea.  There were several mentions of scrambled eggs so I am sure I can fit those in….just no more Dora.  I will kick her right out the D-D-D-Doora with my giant winter boot.  Mickey Mouse Clubhose I can get down with or Despicable Me 2.  I just need Coffee for me and french toast sticks and egg nog with apple slices to get my pals morning going…..should be smooth sailing from there – until I need to use my tweezers.

 

 

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Ready or not – here we come…..

Well, we did it…..we started a blog.  I figured that my kids were doing such a grand job raising me that I needed to start documenting everything they teach me and everything we learn together.  It’s not easy, it’s not pretty but we sure do have fun.  Welcome and enjoy the ride…..we sure do.

 

Ah, my pals…..I started with two pals and almost a year ago got the best surprise I ever could have asked for – My giant baby, Abbott.  Nothing better than him.  For real.

Little Arno and Miss Eden are nearly 4 years old and have kept me on my toes since the day they roared into this world.  It is no secret that we struggled with fertility issues and went through countless procedures and finally had success after our 4th round of IVF.  They say practice makes perfect.  I say practice makes perfect – and naughty.  When you want something so badly, seeing it come to fruition is the best, most amazing experience.  Ever since I was a young child I remember telling people I wanted to be a Mom when I grew up.  It took some time but here we are – on this amazing ride.

THE GERBRECHT 5

Little Arno or L.A. as we call him in our house is my firecracker.  He is my silly, naughty, hysterical guy that truly keeps me my toes.  It is not unusual to hear from the living room while I am cooking dinner – “Mommy, I am not being bad in here” as he is attempting to give the dog a haircut.  He tells me countless times a day that I am pretty and that he loves me so much.  As my dad says, “What a little schmoozer” but boy does it work.  He melts my heart and tests my temper to the absolute limit but I would not have it any other way.

Miss Eden is my sweetheart, my girlie girl, my wearer of bows and lover of ALL things Minnie Mouse.  She is my sharer and so sensitive that sometimes it is heart breaking.  She adores her brothers – does EVERYTHING that L.A. does and gives Abbott about 48 hugs a day.  She loves being the only girl but has on occasion cried because she does not have a “wenis” like her brother.  I tell her that she is one of the lucky one’s and that in no uncertain terms does she want to walk around with that thing hanging between her legs.  I shudder at the thought and often tell Abbott when I change his diaper that I am so sorry I gave him nuts.  I did not mean to.  Girl power all the way over here.

Abbott was our SURPRISE baby.  The best surprise and the best behaved baby that ever lived….he smiles all day long and rarely cries.  He really is extraordinary in more ways than one.  You always hear those stories about people who could not have kids so they adopted or went through IVF and then BOOM – a baby.  Well, that was us and we still to this day do not know how it happened.  Well, we KNOW how it happened – because I am a sexy beast, but beyond that we are clueless.  I went to the Doctor for what I thought was a urinary tract infection and the nurse walked in and asked me if I was ready for a big life change.  My exact words were – “I have had a urinary tract infection before, they are not that big of a deal.  I certainly wouldn’t call it life changing.”  Little did I know that my guy was swimming around in my stomach getting ready to add to the chaos at home.  Fast forward to Jan 31, 2013 and there he was – “Baby Jenny” as we called him.  He was my identical twin when he was born, not so much anymore.  My niece thinks he looks like an owl and I have to agree.  The cutest, sweetest owl you ever laid eyes on.

I should also disclose that we have a hairball named Enzo.   A crazy loveable Jack Russell who realistically may be a few olives short of a martini.  He tends to bark at his tail….AND chew it.  He is allergic to grass and barks at lights.  Just add this to the mix.  A dog who is allergic to grass and has a beard that he likes to rest on your knee whenever he gets the chance.  He really is so cute and my pals love him.  He is a key element to our crazy family.  Ever since that day I saw him eat his own turd, I got down on my knees with open arms – “Welcome Home.  You made it.  You disgusting little guy.  I have a seat saved for you.”

My husband, Arno, is the saint that puts up with all of our madness between working non-stop as a Real Estate broker and an attorney.  He was the start of my dream come true.  He is the hardest worker I know and he takes the world’s longest showers.  I get in there and clean my pits and bits and get out.  He prefers to take his sweet ass time – especially when there is crying or a shitty diaper.  He also has a great head of hair and will help a stranger on the street.  He has a kind soul and is patient.  He also always lets me pick what we eat when we go out and always shares meals with me.  That might be the best part.

And a quick bit about me…..Jenn.  I am from a family of 7 kids, all of whom I am very close with and adore.  When I am not “mom” I am a Real Estate broker.  I have been working in Chicago for the past 15 years and I love my job.   I really enjoy helping people find their dream home and sometimes feel like I am living in an HGTV program.  What’s not to love?  I get to look through strangers houses.  I have past clients who have turned into amazing friends which is an added bonus.

I was fortunate enough to be raised in Green Bay WI by the world’s most amazing parents.  My parents truly are my best friends and I talk to them every day, sometimes many times a day.  I love Mexican food, The Packers, the 80’s, sleeping in and laughing.  Laughing is the best.  You know when you laugh so hard your face hurts?  That is my favorite.  So is cheese.  I love cheese a lot, munster in particular.  But more than cheese and the Packers, I love my family.  I love everything that makes them quirky and loveable.  I love being a Mom….love everything about it.  Not scraping poop off of nuts but other than that – everything.

I also like crab rangoon. A lot.

 

The best way to keep track of all 3 of them is to put them in the tub.

The best way to keep track of all 3 of them is to put them in the tub.

This is a standard picture of all 3 of them in our house......

This is a standard picture of all 3 of them in our house……

At Lambeau field....and no, I have no idea wheat is on my head.  I only know it came from Russia.

At Lambeau field….and no, I have no idea what is on my head. I only know it came from Russia.

 

And here we are.....the Gerbrecht 5 - the best thing to ever happen to me. Eden, Daddy, L.A., Mommy and Abbott.

And here we are…..the Gerbrecht 5 – the best thing to ever happen to me. Eden, Daddy, L.A., Mommy and Abbott.

Eden was called for holding and LA for a face mask.Eden was called for holding and LA for a face mask.