Wednesday, March 31, 2010

I'm Calling it the Party Bus

We embarked on a step toward truly being defined by our parenthood this week. We are officially the owners of, wait for it, a dun...dun...dun... minivan. I know, so cliche, but it has happened. I am following in the footsteps of all my mommy friends who have already taken this leap, the one that says, "Look at me, I do nothing else but cart my kids to their over scheduled lives." No more pretending that I can escape Mommyhood for a small time by just getting in the car.

I have to say, I love it. The kids love it. Heck, even the Husbands likes it. The decision was a good one. All the room. The prospect of being able to fit more than just my kiddos in the van makes me giddy with excitement. The ability to take family trips with the grandparents has me overjoyed. We can all fit in ONE vehicle. Yay! I am happy to be partially defined by this hunk of metal and plastic. I hope that it is still okay to fantasize about that sporty is only 18 years away.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

She's a Talker

The girl has been talking non-stop since she could udder a noise. But this morning she woke me up by saying "I love my momma" as she bent down to give me a kiss. What a great way to wake up. And, what a great first four word sentence.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Daylights Savings

The Girl is a mess. She will not sleep in her bed, by herself through the night. Last night was particularly difficult. The Husband usually gets up with her. I know, I am lucky, but he also knows that I am a bear when I haven't slept. I got up with The Girl last night. I volunteered thinking it would be sweet to cuddle with her on the couch in the family room while we both drifted back into a peaceful slumber.

I couldn't have been more wrong. Between her crying out, the constant tossing and turning and wanting to play name all of momma's body parts at 2 AM, we may have gotten a collective 2 hours of sleep the whole night. We moved into my bedroom at around 4:30 AM, only to be joined by The Boy. Our bed is not a family bed...for just the shear reason that it is not big enough to hold two adults and two kids, with the kids sleeping sideways. All parents out there know that kids don't sleep with their heads at the top of the bed and their feet at the bottom. They sleep sideways or diagonal or on top of you with their feet in your face. That is just the way it is.

When The Girl finally decided that enough was enough at 5:45 AM and catapulted out of the bed, I gave in and let (or forced) The Husband to take over. *thank you, onewhocanliveonlittlesleep* I wanted to stay grumpy at her, but just look at that sweet face. I blame Daylight Savings instead.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

When I Grow Up...

The Boy: Momma, do you know what?
Momma: No, what?
The Boy: When I grow up, I want to be a golfer, a spy and a cheerleader.
Momma: A cheerleader?
The Boy: Yeah, those boy ones on tv always get to pick up the girls. That would be cool.

Christmas 2009

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