Linhnypooh graduated from Cal Poly Pomona (Not UCSD, Khoa) this past Friday. It was at 8pm so we weren’t able to stick around too long but we were there long enough to hear them announce, Linh Nguyen!

There she is! Gotta love modern technology.

I have a confession to make. I did two depressing television-related things last night:

#1. Watched the Laker game. (Boo)
#2. Watched Kate + 8.

Yes, that’s not one of my usual typos – no Jon. Just Kate + 8. I watch it because no matter what people say, this show was what kept me sane when I started freaking out about what life with twins would be like. I’ll watch the insanely extraordinary yet ordinary day of those folks and always think to myself, “If they can do it with 8, I definitely can do it with 2.”

Last night, I watched the kids’ 6th birthday without their dad there. It’s a sad, sad situation. This isn’t a just a TV show, it’s somebody’s lives we’re watching, people. You can say ‘good riddens’ for both of them, but the actuality of it is this is real divorce and so many were hurt by this. So I don’t think anybody is ‘better off’. I think it’s sad. The saddest of it is the kids had to suffer through it as well.

People can say what they want about Kate – she’s controlling, she’s harsh…but I’ll tell you one thing, she’s a good mom. A good mom isn’t someone who smiles all the time, makes lunches from scratch every day, greets her children with hugs and kisses…a good mom is simply a mom that tries. Moms are still just human beings with their imperfections working towards an impossible goal of being perfect. I think sometimes we moms kill ourselves over the littlest of things. I know I do it. Kate says in an interview, “Every mom’s worst fear is to be a horrible mom.” So true. But I like to believe that if you live by this fear, you are no where close to a ‘horrible’ mom.

I’m going to say it outloud because I don’t think I say it to myself enough:

I’m a good mom.

I try my best everyday. I don’t always have perfectly prepared meals for them (thank you Costco chicken nuggets and Prego spaghetti sauce!), I let them watch TV a little too long some days when I’m tired, and I let them cry to sleep at night if they don’t go down peacefully. But I know my kids are happy, healthy and growing everyday and that’s due to my efforts (as well as the fabulous husband’s). They are well loved and well cared for. Plain and simple.

I truly believe that cravings were invented to destroy us! I am craving Farmer’s Boy California B.L.T badly right now. But at the same time, I’m craving a Jamba juice. ??? The worst if it all, I JUST had a turkey wrap for lunch and am stuffed. What are these cravings about? I am obviously not hungry. This is why I think my own body is trying to destroy me. Evil does exist within us.

My sister told me today that I am a cute mom. I thanked her and said that’s the only cute thing I am…not much of a cute wife, sister, etc. She stops me to say, “No, you were a cute girlfriend!” (NOTICE: She did not say sister…) and I replied, “I’m pretty sure I was a mean girlfriend.” She said that I’m only remembering the mean stuff and not the cute stuff. She continued with all the cute stuff I made for Mike when we were dating, and I said, “You’re right! I AM cute!”

Then I told her the story about how Mike moved this little Winnie the Pooh charm thingie I got him he has hung in his car since he was driving his 1990 Honda Civic. It moved from that car to his Corolla and now to his new Kia. It was so cute! And this is when Van felt the need to correct herself, “Wait! You’re not the cute one. Anh Hai Mike is! He’s totally the cute boyfriend, husband, father, brother-in-law…” Damnit. She’s right. He’s too damn cute.

Husband, if you’re reading this, save some cuteness for the rest of us, will ya?!

I just started working out with my sister Van and am officially addicted to P90X. But what’s worse is that I have a newfound addiction to peanut M&M’s? I barely eat M&M’s before and the other day, someone gave me a bag and all I want now is peanut M&M’s? How counterproductive is that? There’s around 240 calories in a bag of peanut M&M’s. So I started working out to lose some weight, but instead, I’m just working off my M&M’s. I need to kick this addiction…now!

(But they’re so delicious…STOP IT!)

I’m turning 32 on Sunday. Woohoo! 32…best husband in the world, 2 amazing kids, 1 super dog…got a good job, roof over my head and my health…what else can you really ask for?

This morning my mother-in-law made me a steam cake. It’s so cute. She made one shaped like a heart even. (Her grandkids quickly devoured it!)

We will be having dinner with the family and some close friends this Sunday…I just wanted something simple.

It’s going to be a great year.

I remember a time when it was exciting to go on vacation. A time when minutes start to slow down out of the sheer excitement of the anticipated trip. Boy, does that change when you have kids.

I’m leaving for Boston Thursday night for a sister weekend trip. I am excited to get to spend some quality time with the sisters but really sad to miss hanging out with my little characters. They’re so fun right now. Aidan milks it every morning by putting his head on my shoulder when I pick him up. Brooke says “ma ma” and I want to just melt right there. Look at me – I’m a sucker. Hahaha.

Anyways, it’s just going to be Dad and the kids this weekend. I’m jealous. He will most likely be sending me photos over our cells and I will be sending back photos of the food he’s missing out on. Hahaha. We will see who is more jealous. (He won’t know it, but it will be me.)

Whoever invented daylight savings was NOT a parent. Just when you establish a good routine, it gets all screwed up!

The twins will not go to bed at their usual bedtime. And they don’t wake up until 8:30am. I’m going to be spending the next few days trying to get them back on their schedule. The only advantage is we get more sunlight in the evenings now so we’re back to implementing the very much needed: evening walks.

All this work just to let it happen again in the fall. I don’t know what it’s suppose to be saving, but daylight savings saves me nothing.

I know…why does anybody get cancer? But when I hear it in children, my heart just sinks instantly. This morning I was listening to KIIS FM on my way to work and Ryan Seacrest had the mom of a little girl named Layla who is sadly dying from stage-four neuroblastoma. They have been battling cancer as a family for over a year.

I went to work thinking about a friend who told me he has a close friend going through the same thing and just a few weeks ago, things took a turn for the worst. I asked the little girl’s name, and he replied, “Layla”. Turns out, it was the same little girl I heard about on the radio earlier in the day.

Her parents have found comfort in blogging and tweeting about Layla’s condition. I read the blog a little bit and just can’t even imagine what they are going through.

My prayers are with them all and especially for Layla…