Mom.
Wife.
Lovah.
Smart ass.
Lazy perfectionist.
Cute in a hair-clip yuppie kinda way.
The wet clothes are in the dryer, but the dryer ain't on.
One-day famous entrepreneur of Good for the Kids.
Some of you biatches are all “Bah Humbug” about holidays and the holiday season.
I say, “Suck it” suckas. You can go into hibernation until Jan 2, cause this bitch is about to get all happy and cheerful and sing Christmas carols to you Scrooges.
THIS is why I love my holidays and my Thanksgiving dinners and my family. THIS is what is important to me and makes me, well… me.
Ready to eat
Trying it all
I can’t get enough of her smile
NOM NOM NOM
Actual Fall leaves
Chucking oyster shells into the muck - only in the South
Nomming on the BEST PECAN PIE EVER MADE
Flowers picked for me from my girls makes everything feel better
My Grampa w/ his Great Grandson
The traditional Thanksgiving dinner with 25 of my family members makes me feel all gushy and mushy inside.
I better be rubbin up on some Lotus bewbies in 8 months.
Side note: I took a total of 3 pics this week on my phone. I didn’t even touch my camera. This isn’t good practice for someone who wants to own a fancy DSLR camera in the near future.
Kidlets for Sale
This is what happens when you turn your head, not even your back, for NO JOKE 3 seconds to look at a random kitchen appliance. They put themselves up for sale.
I kinda wanted to leave them there, but the price was a little low.
Spending the last two days pretty much alone w/ Sicky McCoughsalot has put into perspective just how lucky I am to have healthy kids. I click on link after link from emails and the mom blogosphere about sick kids and sick moms - some of whom are beyond sick and on the brink of death.
These stories are the unimaginable to me. Situations I couldn’t deal with.
Save for the hacking coughing-up-a-lung a few times a day, Claire has been on the couch resting and pretty calm overall. But during the crouping and hacking and non-breathing, I saw into her big, scared blue eyes looking up at me as her reassurance that she’d be OK. That she’d feel better. Over and over I told her “Mama’s here” “You’re OK” “That’s a good girl” not knowing if the cough would stop. Thankfully, it did, but all the while, my head was churning out my plan of action to get her to the ER.
I can’t fathom what it must be like to have to go through that plan on a daily basis.
The past two days of having a fairly sick girl on my couch, my lap, and on my hip, makes me feel so incredibly greatful for all of our health.
Whomever I have to thank in a “special” way, I’m there on my knees.
My girls are only 4 1/2 and almost 3. Both are shy and are totally not the kids who will go with anyone or will play with just any kid they see on the playground.
Sometimes it makes me a little jealous that the other kids will play and talk and do anything without the whole deal we go through, but I know that’s just my girls and Anna has special social needs.
My girls stick together like Chang and Eng. I love that they are so close, and I know will it eventually backfire on me when they’re plotting the takeover.
For now, they do pretty much everything together and barely fight. They have the same friends, the same toys, and dress alike (not the SAME - alike - gah).
We went to the neighborhood park yesterday, and right away, Anna saw a friend of hers from her school. They immediately locked eyes with the “I see you - I recoginze you’re here - No verbal communication needed - Let’s go slide” look. If you have toddlers/pre-schoolers, you know the look.
Anna went off with her friend, and in the 3 seconds it took them to disappear into the tunnel, Claire realized Anna had a friend that wasn’t also hers.
And that was the first time I saw my Bear jealous of her sister and left out of playing with her. Her face immediately dropped and tears welled up in her eyes. And in that second, every feeling I’ve ever had of being left out of anything all rushed in.
She came running over to me to find her place to belong. I brought her closer and tighter into my arms and reassured her that Anna was her sister and she loves her. And I love her. And her daddy loves her.
I tend to do photo posts when I’m feeling too lazy to write, but it always seems to take longer, and more work, to pretty-up the pics. Oh, the hilarity.
Big kid in a little seat (Sing it to the tune of “Fat Guy in a Little Coat” and it’s a lot funnier.)
Getting too big
Smiles at Chuck E Cheese’s (or if you’re Kimmylyn, Chunk E Cheese)