So much can be said about this picture…
Sometimes it just stinks to be the little one.
I don’t mind the snow even though it IS Spring!
Sooner was CLEARLY blessed with awesome hair.
I’m pretty sure Gooner was taunting Sooner and NOT saying a mere “hello.”
I’m 100% ok with all the little fingerprints because one day they will be gone.
Over the past few years I have TRIED to get along with w.ordpress. Truly.
BUT, what is a blog without pictures?
And I can no longer upload pictures. Edit: Since I first drafted this post I figured it out, BUT it is now a ridiculous process. 3 steps instead of 1. I have two littles… Time is precious.
So poll time!
This morning I found dishwasher detergent as well as my mascara under the table. And don’t forget the dry noodles, a plastic egg, a blanket and a dry wipey. Gooner is ALL about royalty right now. She gives royal proclamations daily, hourly, all the time. Her castle is the the kitchen table, and she lives underneath it. Yesterday my glass was on the tablecloth; suddenly, Gooner’s castle wall came crashing down flinging water EVERYWHERE. I didn’t have the heart to get angry, pretending to be a Princess is MUCH better than terrorizing her sister who is still not crawling.
About that…. she isn’t yet. Crawling that is. She wants to, badly. Yesterday she wanted to be in her sister’s castle so badly that she actually army crawled her way there. I was so proud and then I immediately scoured the house for Barbie shoes and marbles. Oh and Polly Pocket…who invented this stuff? I rip Polly Pocket’s head off and yank rubber clothing off regularly and when I can’t take it anymore I leave Polly in her swimsuit and give Gooner a bowl of water. Awesome. Thankfully Polly’s toxic hair must taste nasty because Sooner only had to try it once to realize this choking hazard wasn’t worth it.
Our English neighbors invited us to tea after lunch. I thought this meant anywhere from 1 -3. Right? Wrong. Q explained to me, from the shower, that we were invited to High Tea. Or tea at five o’clock. WITH our children. It was a riot. We were introduced to all sorts of yummy, and not so yummy, sweets and biscuits. And of course NEITHER of our girls like sugar, which is a complete mystery to most folks and was to them as well. Thankfully they weren’t offended when we told them that Gooner would not drink tea with milk or sugar in it, or eat a biscuit. Sadly, the hostess told me to tell her what I liked and didn’t like and I took her at her word. I think I hurt her feelings when I told her I didn’t like a sweet and spicy puff pastry thing. Not only did it taste bad BUT it felt grainy and gross in my mouth. Gooner ate Strawberries and Q swished his tea pretending to drink it – and failing. After offering to reheat the tea, add more milk, add more spice, add more sugar, add more of ANYTHING to get him to drink it…they gave up. Wise move neighbor. Q doesn’t drink tea or coffee.
“Your daughter isn’t crawling because you hold her too much.” - Um, have we met before? Have you ever seen me rear, parent, mother, encourage, discipline my children? What is your name again? Oh, we’ve never met?
“Your baby is 11 months? You should probably say she is 9 months since she is so little.” - Once again, thank you stranger. I will happily lie about my child’s age henceforth. Maybe it is because I stopped breast feeding her at 10 months. 
“Would it be weird if I grabbed your baby and tickled her feet?” -Yes. When you use the word grab and then commence to talk about my children, YES, it is weird. Perhaps next time say, she has cute feet.
“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m assuming their Dad is black?” - Um, yes…. Is your Dad white? I mean…with the white skin and all…
“Sometimes you just need a teddy bear huh?” – This one was actually funny since I WAS in fact clutching Gooner’s teddybear in my arms…while out and about. I’d forgotten that Gooner had handed him to me…
*THINK before you speak.*
Happy 2013.
I’ve missed blogging to be honest. I threw around the idea of just stopping. My writing was sporadic at best and I was lacking inspiration. Many things contributed to my period of silence. First, Sooner entered our family. Someone once told me that two is a harder adjustment than one or three. As awesome as Sooner is – our family dynamic completely changed. I found myself struggling to find myself. Secondly Q’s job changed. For the past # of years we have been immersed in politics. We lived and breathed politics and then suddenly we didn’t. We were THRILLED with the change. It is infinitely better, but none the less it was a change. Another change for the girls. Another change for this Mama. And this Mama doesn’t handle change all that well. I THEN started cooking crappy foods that to me were more along the lines of comfort instead of healthy. Which leads me directly to working out. I found scheduling a workout with TWO VERY difficult. So, I just stopped for awhile…I was tired of failing. Which is SO not like me. I’ve been going to the gym once or twice a week BUT that is not enough to offset comfort food eating. Which is weird to me. Food doesn’t listen OR talk back…but perhaps this is why I chose it. ? THEN I would find something that works, get on track only to find myself derailed by SOMETHING. Anything. It is true, these are the petrie dish years. Cute Petrie dishes though. And again, someone once told me when I was pregnant with #2 they would pass sickness back and forth, until FINALLY the plague leaves.
And at the end of the day I didn’t feel so much like writing. It isn’t very inspirational to read about struggles… Or is it? I don’t know. I do miss writing about the crazy things that happen in life. The stupid things people say. The hilarity of life with two little ones.
I also take more pictures when I blog. 2013 is bound to be FULL of adventure. We’ve already broken our windshield on the Jeep. Twice. And plenty of chips repaired. The repairmen and I are almost on a first name basis, thanks to our warranty coupled with our adventurous spirits.
I began participating in Aqua Zumba again and have plans to run the Warrior Dash.
I also hit up the Semi-Annual sale at B&B Works…only to find myself with a shower gel smelling of none other than Vanillatini. Welllllllllll, smelling like a vanilla bean doused with stinky liquor while trying to get clean isn’t my IDEAL get clean smell. It will have to do. I’m not about to throw away a steal…some things never change.
we are done breast feeding.
It is something I have both dreaded and longed for.
But she decided she was done. At 9.5 months…done!
“SO, if health is SO important…why don’t you blog about it anymore?”
Welllllll, I STILL think it is important. We STILL drink smoothies about 3X a week. We STILL workout at the gym and at home.
BUT, Sooner was born in February. She is 9 months old and I am STILL breastfeeding. I weigh more than I EVER have sans bebe in belly AND the scale won’t budge DOWN. At all. I KNOW it is normal for some women to lose quickly and others to lose slowly.
As for me, my body is preparing for a MASSIVE food shortage. And I don’t really have anything encouraging to say about it…except don’t give up. I’m not posting photos because for all my hard work there is VERY little visual progression. I’ve toned up a bit and my belly isn’t nearly as round, BUT that is it.
If I work out 6 days a week, watch what I eat…yet my weight remains the same. If I let myself go I gain. Simple as that.
Don’t worry, I’m enjoying my baby and not worrying BUT that doesn’t mean I don’t wish myself thinner every day… I get sorta annoyed when I read that I shouldn’t worry about it but enjoy my baby and where I am at. Thanks, but I work hard and I want to see some REAL results.
Eventually I will stop breastfeeding (for now I am happy with it and so is she) and eventually the weight will come off. So keep on keepin’ on!
