Look at his mad diapering skillz! It was the biggest Navy blowout game in ages. (Upon closer examination of the screenshot, that doesn’t even look like Navy/ Army players, now does it?) You could not peel his eyes off it. Isn’t that why TV’s were aptly-named “boob tubes”?
And regardless of how much the Romo/ Jones combo is running them into the ground, I do so lurv my Cowboys….
(Sorry, Laura, I have no good reason why I’m contorting around like this & not simply facing the TV. Not a clue.)
When I throw my hair up like that, Starlet says I have a torndao on my head. Thanks, Love!
Tap tap tap….. Is thing still on? Is anyone still out there?
I miss blogland. Oh so much. {{sniff sniff}}
But meanwhile, tis the season & here is our reason we sing Happy Birthday on Christmas morn.
So how do you treat your girlfriend who gets a tummy tuck after having triplets?
You clean her home with all your other girls…. and have a blast doing it! (And of course, secretly be seething with jealousy at her teenage flat tummy!)
As you can see, the boys had fun of their own, too.
The girls told me my motto for this pic should be “Have sling, will clean!”… yessirreee!!
Starlet: “Mama? I think maybe I could wait two days to start school.”
Me (wanting to scoop her into Mama Bear’s arms & keep the world outside): Oh, babe, you’re gonna love it! Think of the new friends you’ll get to play with!”
My heart is aching. Part watching my baby girl grow up, part feeling failure. Me, the hardcore homeschool advocate torn between joys of watching her run happily to her class and the other half hating the 3 hours of silence at home. (Okay, maybe not totally hating it.)
She went. She conquered. She loved every minute.
When I picked her up, her face told such a confusing story. Some apprehension, some exhaustion, some “YEAH! Mommy’s here to rescue me!”, some bursting at the seams to tell me all about it…. all in the ten seconds it took her to bolt down the hall into my arms. What a flood of emotions for me. Yep. I cried. It was a total Hallmark moment.
To celebrate, I took her out for lunch to a restaurant that has an indoor playground, which of course was flooded with other mom’s with the same idea. Let me tell you, Starlet is a social butterfly with other wee ones. She is instant BFF’s with all the girls. Except one. Starlet kept following her & saying ‘Hi! I’m Starlet. Wanna play?” That girl would just look at her then run off. Again, Mama Bear wanted to scoop her up & lock the world outside.
I was thrust back in time to my second grade playground. All I wanted to do was make friends. But those Who-Cheez who called themselves the “Pink Ladies” (Sooo not joking. Their moms even made them the pink satin jackets!) would have nothing to do with me. WHY are girls so cruel? And at such a young age???
Starlet came to me, looking completely dejected, her lower lip pouting. “Mommy, I just wanna meet her & she keeps running away!” So maybe I didn’t do the right thing, but I wanted to make my Starlet happy. I called the girl over & asked her to meet my girl. They said hi & did their intros, then the girl ran back to her posse. But Starlet was happy. She just wanted to meet her.
I know I can’t protect her from the world, as much as I want to. Is there a magic pill to wave the world away? Or at least its meanness? Anyone? Can’t we all just get along?And WHO let me be old enough to have a preschooler???
Because moments like this are just too funny NOT to blog.
Yes,she fell asleep… just. like. this. And yes I HAD to have this shot so yes, I used the flash. Sign me up for Mom of the Year, right? (If you’re dying to know, she’s in a Snuggle Nest in our bed. Soon we’re switching to our Humanity Bed.) And for mama-fied bragging rights, my little angel STAYED asleep!Life’s sweeter moments turn my heart to sloppy mush.
Where has the time gone? How did a blink turn my newborn angel….
to my droolicious, almost always smiling, beautiful SIXTEEN pound 3 month old???
Oh yes…. you read that correct… SIXTEEN pounds. That, my friends, is what happens when you are born a week late & have a voracious appetite that “requires” you to eat every two to two & a half hours-ish, until just this week. I’d say that nursing is going really great.
Its all about supply & demand. But I heard a new phrase to describe our nursing relationship that I’ve latched on to (no pun intended). Nursing “on cue” rather than “on demand”. In our society, sadly from the get-go people want to build walls between us & our children. We don’t want them to “win”situations. Ugh. Since when are our own children the enemy? So to think of nursing as a “demand” from our babes, creates a subconscious wall, right? Instead, from our children we can take cues about their needs. And that, my friends, is one of my many soapbox spiels.
Its not that there has been nothing blogworthy, either. We had two awesome visits from my parents. And let me tell you… they rock the grandparent roles.
My Mama got to rock the babywearing, while my rad Dad got to be the pony ride….
Nevermind there is a perfectly good, uber soft rocking horse right there. Milk it while you can, my darling Starlet.
And although recovering from my C has been a beast, physically & mentally, it hasn’t stopped me from hosting a few girls’ nights. And you know they’re good when the evening ends with the table & floors decked out in fancy heels & boas,
and splashed with fake diamonds.
And I cannot go without mentioning me & Hubz’ anniversary that we just celebrated! Its been a wild ride of eight years and I can’t wait to see what the future holds. (Aren’t we hot??)
That was then & here’s a better “now”. Last fall… before that scissor-happy tool got a hold of my hair. Don’t get me started on that emotional trip.
I may be beat down & borderline hospital-worthy exhausted, but life is good. We dance at any given moment.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
This has been bugging me for awhile & I’ve felt trapped….like I could do nothing about it.
Then I heard of a crazy idea. And it was completely do-able. So I did it. Without hesitation.
(Do I have your attention yet? muahahahahahah!!!)
I put breastmilk in my eyes. On purpose.
My eyes have been driving me crazy to the point I’ve self-diagnosed myself with pink eye, although the doc said “no”. It could be all the smoke in the air from the fires. Who knows. But I found out that breastmilk has some fab antibodies and that it can & is used to help the eye fight infections. Since I’m nursing Lil Miss, I haven’t found any drops that are safe for me to use.
I mean, I always knew how great this white gold goodness is, but now I have another reason to love what I do. I may not be able to get pregnant on my own, or birth on my own, but I can make milk!
And this morning? My eye is way better, thankyouverymuch!
So…. entertain me won’t you? What weird thing have you done lately?
