February 26, 2013
February 24, 2013
February 22, 2013
If you can measure the greatness of a day based on how many times you did or didn't break down and cry, I'd say today was a pretty sucky day.
There are a few things that keep me sane everyday and without them my days spiral out of control. Like, no joke. Vroom, down the shoot they go...
We have all been sick, and then better and then sick and then better, over and over and over again. Wahh, I know. This seems to have been the case for everyone this year so I should shut my mouth about it. (Keyword: should) But I mean come on, flu, colds, strep throat, sinusitis, flu again, ear infections, more ear infections, colds again, sinusitis again, and pityriasis rosea all in the last month and a half. Make it stop!
Obviously I'm dying. I'm on my way out and these are the subtle clues my body is giving me. I hear you body, I hear you. I'm writing up the obituary as we speak. And don't worry you faithful obituary readers, I'll be sure to include the cause of death because what fun is an obituary without a detailed explanation.
And by the way, somebody get me a lounge chair and People magazine STAT, so we can also say I died doing what I love.
So anyway back to my point. Today sucked. We didn't go to the gym, (Ruh rohh, there goes the first drop of sanity) stuck in the house all day again (oh boy, watch out for Laurel, she ain't no homebody. Things could get ugly.), feeling sick, sick kids, crying kids, and kids that were actually pretty good and sweet for being sick (which is the worst of all because then you feel horribly guilty for not being the perfect mother they deserve), and no relief in sight because B Dog is out of town.
But now it's the end of the day. The girls are in bed and the house is peaceful and quiet and suddenly I can't imagine why everything felt so hopeless. Every minute that I enjoy a bit of silence a drop of sanity comes trickling back and I feel a little bit ashamed that I wasn't stronger.
But I will take comfort in the thought of what Addie said to me as I tucked her into bed. The beautiful reassurance only a kindergartner can offer. She said to me..."Uh, why did you kick that cup!? For a second I thought whoa my mom turned into a little baby today!"
And now with those sweet words I shall fret no more.
Or maybe take a hit of Nyquil and sleep the rest of the day away. Yes, yes, that one.
February 20, 2013
The girls were running around the house playing with a couple of our little neighbor friends. In the midst of doing laundry I got a call from Sienna for help. Actually it was more of a cry. She desperately wanted a dress out of Addie's closet. I got it down for her, and her sobs turned into giggles of delight as I helped her put it on.
The next couple minutes I just sat and watched her sweet little two year old face beam with pride. She was glowing. There was no question that Sienna was feeling beautiful, proud, and alive.
By most standards the girl looked a hot mess. She didn't care what anyone else in that room thought, she felt alive. She didn't care that she didn't know any great dance moves, or that there was no music on, she started to dance anyway. And she danced all over the room giggling and smiling the whole time. Nothing mattered from the outside because on the inside she was at peace with herself.
The truth is she was SO beautiful, crazy hair and all because her heart is so pure, and joy was exuding from her. All I could think was "man I love my babies so much".
And to my babies, I hope you always remember how perfect you are, just the way God made you.
Shine on you crazy diamonds!
February 14, 2013
Its super amateur and a little cheesy but there is just something about a video montage that just gets to me. In a good way.
I really should update this so Sienna came make some more appearances. But oh well. I'm too lazy.
Here it is.
The good the bad the ugly...home is still wherever I'm with these people.
February 13, 2013
February 12, 2013
But lets rewind to yesterday.
So I keep sending her.
But I get fresh clothes for both of us and things are looking good.
Nobody is listening to me as I try to get everyone ready so I repeat everything about 15 times each.
"Addie please brush your teeth."
"Addie please brush your teeth."
"Come on, brush your teeth please."
"We have 5 minutes before we need to leave. Please hurry and brush your teeth."
"Are you kidding me? Stop doing headstands and BRUSH YOUR TEETH."
You get the point.
Finally we make it downstairs and I get the girls in the car. As I'm buckling Sienna in I feel something wet on my hands. I look down in horror and find more freaking poop.
Once again, all over her, all over her car seat, and all over my hands. Her car seat was covered in poop from the day before. It didn't even cross my mind that it would've gotten on her seat. And if it had crossed my mind I never would have thought it would still be WET today.
I brought her inside, took off all of her clothes. Brought the car seat inside and started taking it apart to wash it.
And I lost it. I burst into tears.
And more tears.
And then I'm sobbing over poop.
Sometimes it feels like nothing is going my way. Luckily Brandon works close so he rushed home and took Addie to school and gave me the clean car seat from his car. But he left and I sat down and cried some more.
I don't have any cute little moral to this story. I'm not even sure why I'm writing it except that it makes me feel better to put it out there. And it makes it seem funnier when I think over the details.
But I will say it was Sienna that made me smile in the midst of my tears. She climbed up onto my lap and in the sweetest little 2 year old voice said:
"Aww, you sad?"
"Aww mama, you don't be sad. You da cutest girl ever!"
I got 99 problems and sweet girls ain't one.
February 7, 2013
February 4, 2013
2. Add chopped onion and saute. (Or just use dry onions if you're a baby like me and refuse to chop fresh onions.)
3. Next I combine spinach, bell peppers, carrots, and broccoli and puree them all together in my blender. This hides the veggies in the chili (or else my kids wouldn't eat it!) and creates a yummy veggie base.
4. Throw all of the ingredients (yep, the turkey, the puree and everything else) into a crock pot or a large saucepan and stir it up.
5. Simmer that tastiness for 3-5 hours on low. This is key. The colors and flavors get all acquainted and after simmering you can't even see the green of the spinach or anything anymore.
6. Serve with a dollop of greek yogurt (tastes just like sour cream but much healthier) and a sprinkle of cheese.
7. While looking at your precious picky eaters yell (in your head) FOOLED YA SUCKAS. Because they just got a delicious meal packed with nutrients and they didn't even know it.
*This method also works really well when I make spaghetti sauce. I puree whatever vegetables are in my fridge or freezer and throw it into the mix. Can't even taste a difference after it has simmered for a while. Victory!
February 1, 2013
But there is so much celebration for a mom who "does it all". The mom who balances work, and motherhood, and being tiny skinny, and having super cute clothes and being an amazing cook to top it all off.
outfit of the day.
It is title "My Whole Life" because, uh, well, because that's all she says over and over again.
I guess when you get to the ripe old age of 2 you start thinking about the times of past, and reevaluating your priorities and such.