Yikes! After not having any heat, the central air and heating unit was installed. As soon as I walked into the house yesterday, I could tell we had heat. Praise God for heat! But now it’s too hot. Too hot. We’re sleeping in tank tops and shorts. The baby was so hot tonight that she even pulled off her diaper. I had to put it back on her, but she said it was making her hot.
Shorts and tanks tops and Christmas is two weeks out, that’s just insane and not all like walking in the Winter Wonderland.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Kisses
I kiss Rowan and she kisses me. I kiss Jory and he kisses me. I go to kiss Layla and she stands still as if I have to come to her, no meeting halfway. I saw this and I gave her a look. Wait, I’m suppose to come to you? I don’t think so sweetie, I’m the Mommy in this equation, you come to me.
So we get into this Mexican stand-off. She’ll pucker her lips, make kissing noises, and they’ll be laughter in her eyes, but she won’t move. So I wait and then she’ll leave forward, kiss me, then laugh and laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world, this Mexican stand-off. Oh my baby.
So we get into this Mexican stand-off. She’ll pucker her lips, make kissing noises, and they’ll be laughter in her eyes, but she won’t move. So I wait and then she’ll leave forward, kiss me, then laugh and laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world, this Mexican stand-off. Oh my baby.
It's 4AM....
I've been up for nearly two hours and I can't find all the gifts. Where are my sister's and my mom's tops to go with their skirts?!?!?! Where?!?! I'm so behind this year. I just finished all of our shopping on Saturday. Saturday?!?!
Okay back to watching the Sing Off Christmas special and looking for these tops, including the one my mom is most definitely returning. The kids got her a faux fur sweater. Oma doesn't do faux fur. I wonder at what age they will learn that Oma returns whatever you get her, well minus tickets for a cruise.....
you are my good luck charms...SCORE!!! Found them....If only their Oma was like their Auntie Mona, who wears whatever her babies buy them. And I mean she wears whatever my Mijo seems to only have two styles of dress for his mom - - hoochie mama or old maid. It's the oddest thing. In the years, I've taken him shopping I've never been able to direct him to a middle ground. Thank God, she has her nieces and nephew to give her a subtle skirt or pants to go with her blouse or sweater that her sons pick out.
Now off to wrapping.
Okay back to watching the Sing Off Christmas special and looking for these tops, including the one my mom is most definitely returning. The kids got her a faux fur sweater. Oma doesn't do faux fur. I wonder at what age they will learn that Oma returns whatever you get her, well minus tickets for a cruise.....
you are my good luck charms...SCORE!!! Found them....If only their Oma was like their Auntie Mona, who wears whatever her babies buy them. And I mean she wears whatever my Mijo seems to only have two styles of dress for his mom - - hoochie mama or old maid. It's the oddest thing. In the years, I've taken him shopping I've never been able to direct him to a middle ground. Thank God, she has her nieces and nephew to give her a subtle skirt or pants to go with her blouse or sweater that her sons pick out.
Now off to wrapping.
Belated Birthdays and Birthdays
So I missed this last month, but today it’s officially been 13 months since I started this blog. It is so me that I started this blog on Shane’s birthday. These past few months, I have been terrible at updating on a daily basis or even every other day basis. Things have just gotten crazy.
I should go back and read through past posts, see what we were doing six months ago or nine months ago. This has been fun sharing our lives with my loyal readers. One day, when I write a book entitled: Parenthood: Lies other mothers tell you and all that they don’t tell you, maybe I can use some of these posts in it. I’m glad I have this blog so maybe one day when TTT want to know what they were like as children, they can read some of my stories. I’m not the best at writing things down or taking a pictures so I’m glad I have this blog.
Thank you to all of my readers. I really appreciate, you taking time out of your busy day to see what’s going on in our world in the greatest city of the world. I know without even reading past postings that I am one blessed woman. I’ve got a Father who sent His only Son to die on the cross for me. I’ve got an awesome mother who makes my life possible. I have the terrific trio composed of: my beautiful baby boy and the amazing Irish twins. I have the coolest family in town. I have the best friends who encourage me, chastise me, inspire me, and make this journey called life so enjoyable. I never could have imagined having this life when I was going to WLAB, catching the bus with Grace, when Chi and I were having Park Region B-2 parties to go, when we were hearing about the evils and dangers of hang nails. When I was living in Butte and working at Big Brothers Big Sisters.
I’ve had my life mapped out plenty of times, from high school to college, as Shane could attest to. But I never would have picked this life, never would have seen a life like this, but I am so incredibly blessed to have the life I have. I wouldn’t trade it for anything, except upgrade it when my beloved Jorge Clooney and I marry. Chi, imagine how much we could see each other when I’ve got crazy movie star money at my disposal.
Thank you.
Happy Birthday, Mimi!!! I hope your day is filled with love, joy, happiness, and fun, my Redeemer buddy. Do you still think Don Johnson is hot? Mimi’s birthday and 13 months
I should go back and read through past posts, see what we were doing six months ago or nine months ago. This has been fun sharing our lives with my loyal readers. One day, when I write a book entitled: Parenthood: Lies other mothers tell you and all that they don’t tell you, maybe I can use some of these posts in it. I’m glad I have this blog so maybe one day when TTT want to know what they were like as children, they can read some of my stories. I’m not the best at writing things down or taking a pictures so I’m glad I have this blog.
Thank you to all of my readers. I really appreciate, you taking time out of your busy day to see what’s going on in our world in the greatest city of the world. I know without even reading past postings that I am one blessed woman. I’ve got a Father who sent His only Son to die on the cross for me. I’ve got an awesome mother who makes my life possible. I have the terrific trio composed of: my beautiful baby boy and the amazing Irish twins. I have the coolest family in town. I have the best friends who encourage me, chastise me, inspire me, and make this journey called life so enjoyable. I never could have imagined having this life when I was going to WLAB, catching the bus with Grace, when Chi and I were having Park Region B-2 parties to go, when we were hearing about the evils and dangers of hang nails. When I was living in Butte and working at Big Brothers Big Sisters.
I’ve had my life mapped out plenty of times, from high school to college, as Shane could attest to. But I never would have picked this life, never would have seen a life like this, but I am so incredibly blessed to have the life I have. I wouldn’t trade it for anything, except upgrade it when my beloved Jorge Clooney and I marry. Chi, imagine how much we could see each other when I’ve got crazy movie star money at my disposal.
Thank you.
Happy Birthday, Mimi!!! I hope your day is filled with love, joy, happiness, and fun, my Redeemer buddy. Do you still think Don Johnson is hot? Mimi’s birthday and 13 months
Groovin' to the music
Last Christmas my boss and friend gave me her boom box. We were between offices, getting rid of things we didn’t want or need or used, so she gave it to me to give to the kids. It sat in our house for nearly a year. No one had any interest in it.
When Jory’s room was finished, my mom put the boom box on his dresser. Within the last month, Jory has gone boom box crazy. He carries it from room to room and plugs it up. Who knew he was old enough to plug certain things up by himself?
He’s so proud of himself.
“Mommy, come here, your song is on.”
I’ve discovered almost every song that comes on the radio is my song.
“Mommy, come dance with us.”
“Rowan, Baby, come listen to the music.”
If he starts carrying that boom box on his shoulder, I’m going to let him grow an afro and buy him a pair of skates.
Who knew the joy one used boom box could bring to a six-year-old boy.
When Jory’s room was finished, my mom put the boom box on his dresser. Within the last month, Jory has gone boom box crazy. He carries it from room to room and plugs it up. Who knew he was old enough to plug certain things up by himself?
He’s so proud of himself.
“Mommy, come here, your song is on.”
I’ve discovered almost every song that comes on the radio is my song.
“Mommy, come dance with us.”
“Rowan, Baby, come listen to the music.”
If he starts carrying that boom box on his shoulder, I’m going to let him grow an afro and buy him a pair of skates.
Who knew the joy one used boom box could bring to a six-year-old boy.
Jumping Kids
Since Jory learned to jump into the pool, he always jumped close to the edge as if he’s afraid that if he starts to sink he doesn’t have that far to reach before he’s holding on to the edge of the pool. His Oma thinks this is dangerous. I don’t think he’s jumping that closely.
Rowan, on the other hand, is leaping out there. For a big girl, who only knows a pain threshold of 10, whose picture should be next to the definition of the boy who cried wolf, she goes flying towards Mr. Will’s arms, as he stands in the middle of the pool a few feet from the edge. I’m proud of my big girl for being so courageous and trusting.
I’m proud of my baby boy for jumping too.
Maybe if Layla can stop the tears, we’ll see what kind of a jumper she will be. She can be fearless when she wants to be.
Rowan, on the other hand, is leaping out there. For a big girl, who only knows a pain threshold of 10, whose picture should be next to the definition of the boy who cried wolf, she goes flying towards Mr. Will’s arms, as he stands in the middle of the pool a few feet from the edge. I’m proud of my big girl for being so courageous and trusting.
I’m proud of my baby boy for jumping too.
Maybe if Layla can stop the tears, we’ll see what kind of a jumper she will be. She can be fearless when she wants to be.
Friday, December 2, 2011
It's all in the tone
Yes, tone of voice seems to be the challenge of the week. Sometimes the way Jory talks to the girls is shocking. It’s in this “why are you bothering me” sort of tone. I get sometimes he doesn’t want to be bothered, but that’s no reason to be rude. And sometimes he gives off that tone when they are asking him the simplest of questions or requests.
Why must they be such sinners? If they weren’t this parenting thing would be so much easier for me.
Why must they be such sinners? If they weren’t this parenting thing would be so much easier for me.
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