Storm. After storm. After Blizzard. I love this! Oh, Colorado. I LOVE putting on my boots and heading outside with the girls. I saw the snow out the window and just wanted to swan dive into the powder. I could see myself sailing down the mountain on a pair of freshly waxed skis. Although Q says boarding is better. Who knows… ?
18 Inches of Snow
Since we have littles I spend the day drinking coffee and snuggled in a fluffy blanket. My Mom made this for the 3rd Edition BUT, seriously? She doesn’t appreciate it like I do. And do you like my manicure? Yah… I still have a girl in diapers. I mean, having long nails would mean poop stuck up in there. Gross.
Coffee and Fluffy
This is my little baker. She LOVES to help. I love her helping…for the most part. It takes 30 times as long BUT it tastes 100 times sweeter! Her favorite part is eating the flour. The FLOUR. Ew. And she will be 4 soon.Happy Thanksgiving! I have SO MUCH to be thankful for! And so do YOU!
6. African American Woman: “Did you know that by putting your daughters hair in pig tails you will stunt her hair growth? You need to just let it go wild. Just put in some gel and let her have an afro.” – Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. WELL, maybe if I put up her hair EVERY SINGLE DAY or NEVER took the pig tails out, but I don’t. But thanks for telling me all about it.
7. One Month Post Baby “I know a woman who is 9 months pregnant and her belly is smaller than yours is right now.” Um, thanks? Why on earth would you tell a woman who JUST GAVE BIRTH – 4 WEEKS AGO – that her belly, to you, looks BIGGER than a woman 9 MONTHS pregnant? Do people not understand that I’m too small for my maternity clothing, yet my body has changed shape and it WILL TAKE TIME to change to a pre baby shape?
8. “3 girls? Oh, bummer huh. Well, at least this saves you from all things ‘penis.’ But you have girls so you don’t even know.” Thank you stranger at the park for your kind words. It would appear I shouldn’t have had a boy OR a girl.
9. Ever heard of Royal Crest Dairy? Yah, well a representative was at our door talking to Q. trying to convince us to order their clearly superior dairy products while our then 2 week old infant was with me in the kitchen. Of course baby 3, er Sissy, let out a loud wail. And then I heard this, “Oh, your wife had a baby? Did you know that drinking whole milk will actually HELP her lose the weight?” Did she just tell Q his wife needed to lose weight? The woman realized her error and began trying to dig herself out of the MASSIVE hole she’d dug herself…but it was pointless. The damage was done.
10. “Oh, you had a boy.” Clearly.
The 3rd Edition arrived and wore, OF COURSE, her first Arsenal jersey.
The labor was fast and furious. In fact, The Third Addition arrived so quickly that Q delivered her in our bathroom while midwives were en route. She is the smallest of all our babes.
I’d love to tell you that her entrance into our family was seamless BUT, it was a hard week. On the day of her birth, Sooner came down with a fever and became a hacking mucus making machine. Two days later, Gooner had a fever and joined a hacking Sooner. And then I got it. Oh have mercy…I JUST had a baby!!! The beginning of breast feeding is RARELY easy. Sure, it is AHMAZING, but um it is painful. And with THREE little girls that needed me, while sick myself, I felt weary and exhausted.
I am so thankful to everyone who brought us meals! Life savers I tell ya! My voice FINALLY returned and I feel like a Mom again. The 3rd Edition is also showing glimpses of her own special and unique personality. And SHE is perfect for our family. This Daddy LOVES his girls!
It. Is. Monday. And I feel like this.
*And I should be folding laundry.
* I’m a Mom of littles, which means I don’t go to the bathroom by myself. Ever. I don’t even try anymore. Gooner (Elsa) doesn’t care, she’s almost 5 and potty is just gross. Sooner (Anna) freaks out if she’s not near me every second of every day. Cue, “do you want to build a snowman?” Any time a door is closed you will hear three raps followed by the snowman song. I am a day away from 37 weeks pregnant…I am in the bathroom a LOT. My favorite part of the song is, “ok, bye.”
*Today on this lovely Monday Gooner decided NOT to respond to her name. She is Elsa. And she’s stamping her feet NOT out of defiance, but to turn the wood floor into ice. It had NOTHING to do with the hitting of the sister and being told to stop and put her laundry away.
*Gooner has had a braid for 4 weeks straight. I would like to thank Disney for choosing such an easy hair-do.
*”Why does Hans want Elsa AND Anna to die? What is death?” Once again, thanks Disney.
*We had a play date last week and the 5 year old boy told Gooner she had a china. That boys don’t have them. Gooner just shook her head at me, lifted up my plate from the dishwasher and told me, “Mooooom, THIS is China!” Dodged that bullet….for now. So happy Monday!
So, we don’t know the gender of this baby. We have our suspicions since we make girls. If it is a girl we will be thrilled. If it is a girl we have all the clothing already. If it is a girl we already have a name and SISTERS, and a continuation of my girls. Other people ask if we will keep trying for a boy, as if THAT is why we decided to have this baby in the first place. As if you have to have both to be happy or complete or…be a real mother. GASP. Yup, I’ve had this said to me.
Stereotype based on Mommy’s I’ve met at the park, play dates, church and LIFE… If you only have boys you are a Mom of boys. If you only have girls you are a Mom waiting to have a boy. This is how I feel and I feel annoyed.
Stranger at Target yesterday. “You don’t know the gender? I hope it is a boy. If it is a girl, at least healthy!”
Old Lady. “It is probably a girl. That is probably for the best since girls are easier than boys.”
Friend. “I hope you have a boy so that you understand parenting.”
I could do a whole post devoted to ridiculous quotes by well meaning people. But, rest assured I am a good Mom to two beautiful tutu wearing,
Team Pink or Team Blue this baby will fit into OUR lives. If YOU disagree on the gender God has given us, you should probably save yourself and stop talking.
This family loves you so much and can’t wait to meet you.
Mommy, Daddy and Your Big Sisters!
Life is about
Pulling your big sisters hair while she’s sleeping…
And laughing about it.
Eating mango by the creek after a long hike…
And playing soccer with Dad.
Riding in your first parade.
And sidewalk chalk.
Just in time for Duck Dynasty.
Did you miss us? I missed it/you!
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.*
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.