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Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Papa
My dad came over for my birthday on the 20th. The girls just love him... especially Teagan who calls him "Papa". He plays with her like he played with me when I was a little girl; letting me do pull-ups on his fingers, having horse rides on his legs, swinging me in the air, etc. It is moments like these that make me wonder where my childhood went... it was so happy and fun. Things are so much more complicated when you are older! But I'm just thankful I get to see that same light in my girls' eyes now.
Monday, March 23, 2009
As blue as the sky on a spring day....
Spring and I are tight. So tight, we even share a birthday. And I'm thankful for that more than ever this year. Why? Because I still feel special, even after this:
Yes, that is my birthday cake. Nothing says "Happy Birthday" like a deathly blue, freeform "Loser face" on the side of a chocolate ice cream cake.
I wonder if CakeWrecks would love this enough to blog it?? If this cake became famous, all would be forgiven.
Yes, that is my birthday cake. Nothing says "Happy Birthday" like a deathly blue, freeform "Loser face" on the side of a chocolate ice cream cake.
I wonder if CakeWrecks would love this enough to blog it?? If this cake became famous, all would be forgiven.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
12:19 and all's well..........
Ack I'm tired. I'd like to sleep but I have too much on my mind. I finished some e-mails, gave the blog a new look, and read a few articles online... and now I'm blogging.
The events of the day? Well... Teagan cut her toe open. Again. I broke the glass part of my blender... It didn't shatter, or so I thought. It looked like I just cracked the glass, and being it was thick it didn't smash into a million pieces like every other glass thing that hits my concrete floor. So I just picked it up and threw it in the garbage, not bothering to sweep.
I also ended up with glass in my foot. Except my mommy can't see like she used to... leaving me to pull out my own pet shard and nurse my gaping wound all on my own.
Teagan did so many funny things today. However, I can't remember any of them. Why? Because I'm a bad mom. Ok, well... I may just be tired. Aha! I remember something...
After the Glass Episodes, Teagan has developed a twitch. A twitch that is cute, but eventually drives her mother to tears and curse words. When the subject of her owie comes up, Teagan says to whomever is listening, "Don't touch-a cups!!". Over. And over. And over. She's like the Rainman when she says it... over and over. Did I mention she says it over and over again?? She sounds very similar to a robot. Like yes, hunny. We get it. Your mother has beaten the rule that you shouldn't touch glass cups into you and you shall never forget it. Except I didn't beat her. No, really...
She also does that with other things. Like when we see the colors blue, red, or green. If she sees blue, she says "Jacobis-a-schoo" (translation: Jacob is at school) over and over. Red? "Teaganis-a-schoo" and green is "Mommy (or daddoo)-is-a-schoo". I have no idea why.
Strange strange child.
Speaking of school, I took Teagan there on Friday. Jacob and his classmates put on a mini-play for their parents (and weird sisters), and I thought Teagan would love to go. She loved it so much, she took her overwhelming affections out on Jacob, who was beyond mortified (in a good way though). She would run up to him, and give him this huge hug, and say "Aw, Jacob!" and just love him up. The pure joy on her face nearly brought tears to my eyes, and when I saw how sweetly embarrassed Jacob was, I really had to control the onset of tears that threatened to break loose. I don't usually get this emotional. Well... Ok I lied. I'm always emotional. But that's why you all love me, so I'm cool with it.
Speaking of emotional... I've been in a bad way here for awhile. My life is at a very important crossroads right now, and I have to admit that I am terrified. So terrified in fact, that I'm afraid that I will be paralyzed with that fear and not be able to do anything... which I know for sure is the WRONG choice right now. I want to be a midwife so badly... I want my family to be loving and supportive.. I want to be near all my friends... near Jason... all while being in a place that has plenty of opportunities for myself and the girls. Is that too much to ask for? I think not.
However, reality sets in and I'm realizing that I can't have it all. I am going to have to choose. And I don't wanna.
More on that later. Ever's awake!
The events of the day? Well... Teagan cut her toe open. Again. I broke the glass part of my blender... It didn't shatter, or so I thought. It looked like I just cracked the glass, and being it was thick it didn't smash into a million pieces like every other glass thing that hits my concrete floor. So I just picked it up and threw it in the garbage, not bothering to sweep.
I also ended up with glass in my foot. Except my mommy can't see like she used to... leaving me to pull out my own pet shard and nurse my gaping wound all on my own.
Teagan did so many funny things today. However, I can't remember any of them. Why? Because I'm a bad mom. Ok, well... I may just be tired. Aha! I remember something...
After the Glass Episodes, Teagan has developed a twitch. A twitch that is cute, but eventually drives her mother to tears and curse words. When the subject of her owie comes up, Teagan says to whomever is listening, "Don't touch-a cups!!". Over. And over. And over. She's like the Rainman when she says it... over and over. Did I mention she says it over and over again?? She sounds very similar to a robot. Like yes, hunny. We get it. Your mother has beaten the rule that you shouldn't touch glass cups into you and you shall never forget it. Except I didn't beat her. No, really...
She also does that with other things. Like when we see the colors blue, red, or green. If she sees blue, she says "Jacobis-a-schoo" (translation: Jacob is at school) over and over. Red? "Teaganis-a-schoo" and green is "Mommy (or daddoo)-is-a-schoo". I have no idea why.
Strange strange child.
Speaking of school, I took Teagan there on Friday. Jacob and his classmates put on a mini-play for their parents (and weird sisters), and I thought Teagan would love to go. She loved it so much, she took her overwhelming affections out on Jacob, who was beyond mortified (in a good way though). She would run up to him, and give him this huge hug, and say "Aw, Jacob!" and just love him up. The pure joy on her face nearly brought tears to my eyes, and when I saw how sweetly embarrassed Jacob was, I really had to control the onset of tears that threatened to break loose. I don't usually get this emotional. Well... Ok I lied. I'm always emotional. But that's why you all love me, so I'm cool with it.
Speaking of emotional... I've been in a bad way here for awhile. My life is at a very important crossroads right now, and I have to admit that I am terrified. So terrified in fact, that I'm afraid that I will be paralyzed with that fear and not be able to do anything... which I know for sure is the WRONG choice right now. I want to be a midwife so badly... I want my family to be loving and supportive.. I want to be near all my friends... near Jason... all while being in a place that has plenty of opportunities for myself and the girls. Is that too much to ask for? I think not.
However, reality sets in and I'm realizing that I can't have it all. I am going to have to choose. And I don't wanna.
More on that later. Ever's awake!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
For the Love of Siblings
No one told me how wonderful it would be to see my two children love each other so much. I mean, I figured it would be very touching.. but to see that protective, loving look from your oldest and that adoring, I-wanna-be-just-like-you look from your youngest... well, it is beyond words. And I wonder if my brother Michael once looked up to me like that, or if he still does in a way. I know I still feel protective of my brothers, and want to just make them learn from my mistakes so they don't have to... which I'm sure comes off as bossy, pushy, naggy, or know-it-allish sometimes (ok, or maybe all the time). I hope my brothers know that I do it out of love for them though, and that my intentions are good. Being the big sister, I wish I could just fix everything for them.. make it all better by paving the way for them or something. And I wonder, being I'm their big sister, if they still look up to me at all. I think part of the reason I try to get things right the first time is because I don't want to lead my brothers down the wrong path.
But thinking more on my girls' love for one another, I wonder if I can help my girls keep that love intact.. whole, and without judgment. I know my brothers and I have had our moments of being angry with one another, but I think we all accept one another's love the way it comes. Or at least try.
I hope my girls always remember this.. that once upon a time Teagan was Everleigh's world... her idol... her big sister. And Ever was Teagan's favorite person, *her* baby, someone she should protect and teach.. her baby sister. And even though their relationship is bound to change, I hope they remember to learn from one another, and love each other no matter what.
And of course, take it easy on their ol' mom.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Shaklee to the Rescue!
I'm starting a new blog. And yes, I'm going to actually write in this one. No really. Don't believe it? Well then I'll have to just prove you wrong. These girls do so many amazing and wonderful things everyday, and I am horrified that I am not documenting these at least a few times a week! Plus I have a lot to say about what is all going on in my life at the moment.
So... here it is. The blog about us ladies.
Today was fairly uneventful. Ha! Way to start a blog :) Ever has taken a liking to her thumb... and has been sucking on it so much her skin is chapped on her hand, chin, and face. Niiiice. I'm not sure when she has time to suck on her thumb, being she is on my boob pretty much 24/7.
Yesterday, Teagan was a bit tired from daylight savings, and so proceeded to beat the crap out of herself all day. Tired= insanely klutzy + only half the brain functioning which also =self-mutilation.
So after I told her 1,000,000,000,000 times not to play with the glasses I just put in a box to donate, she takes it out anyway and then of course drops it. On my kitchen floor. Which by the way is concrete covered in tile. So you can imagine my panic seeing as not only was Teagan surrounded in broken glass, but being I was in the same county, I was as well.
Greeeaaat.
I firmly tell Teagan not to move, and with eyes as big as saucers, she looks at me and says in all seriousness, "What happened?".
Um.. I don't know Teags? It's possible an alien took over your body, broke the glass, and fled the scene giggling evilly. But somehow I doubt it, child.
Somehow, I maneuver Ever and myself close enough to Teagan to save her from the shards of death, but not before she takes that one step forward and gets glass in her toes. *sigh* Well, you can't say I didn't try.
So after removing the two tiny shards from her big and second toe, I put a band-aid on to her fierce shouts of "Don't TOUCH!"... followed by apologetic and hopeful cries of "I sowwy mom... S'all bed-der now?" To which of course I say "Do you want me to kiss it".. and of course she does. And of course it feels all "bed-der" after that.
And all this time, Ever just watches and smiles at Teagan... She has no clue what she is in for.
Later, Teagan is messing around on her chair. Apparently, being tired also = having ants in the pants. Except Teagan never wears pants. Anyway, she was wiggling around in her chair at the kitchen table, and every once in awhile would remember that she was eating and would take a sloppy bite of spaghetti. The next thing I know, she has fallen off the FRONT of her chair, cracking her eye on the table on the way down. Hard. Really hard. Like, I'm-crying-so-hard-I-can't-even-breathe hard.
And all I can do is hold her, poor baby! Of course, putting frozen strawberries on it was completely out of the question. Hell, I was lucky to even get a glimpse of the damage the way she was protecting that eye. Can't say I blame her.
After 10-15 minutes of wailing (hey I know it hurt.. but 10-15 minutes worth?) I resorted to bribery. With chapstick. Carmex to be exact. The crying ceased, and we went about our merry ways. After I knew things were cool, I distracted her and took the carmex away, putting it on the counter. We then headed upstairs where we played for awhile with her toys. Suddenly, Teagan was thirsty and told me she'd be "wight back.. stay-eere. I be wwwiiiight back," and headed downstairs for her water. After a bit she came back up, and headed into her room. I should have known something was up. Two year olds never play by themselves willingly... at least without announcing it to the world and getting praised for it!
Carmex... in her hair. Thick too. I'm pretty sure she squeezed the whole damn tube out. Ack. I hate the smell of Carmex. And I hate the look of greasy hair. So off to the tub we go.
After 4 shampooings, nothing. I actually thought it might be even worse. Eesh.
Today, I tried baking soda, a different shampoo, and dishsoap. Nothin'. Good lord what the hell is in that crap?
Finally, I break out the Shaklee. Tada! It comes out! Seriously, that stuff can kick anything. Well, maybe not toddler butt into napping when they are supposed to, but you get the point. At least now I know to go to the Shaklee straight away when the next time change/ sickness/ tooth/ random day of no sleep/ growth spurt/ etc/ etc/ etc. comes around!
So... here it is. The blog about us ladies.
Today was fairly uneventful. Ha! Way to start a blog :) Ever has taken a liking to her thumb... and has been sucking on it so much her skin is chapped on her hand, chin, and face. Niiiice. I'm not sure when she has time to suck on her thumb, being she is on my boob pretty much 24/7.
Yesterday, Teagan was a bit tired from daylight savings, and so proceeded to beat the crap out of herself all day. Tired= insanely klutzy + only half the brain functioning which also =self-mutilation.
So after I told her 1,000,000,000,000 times not to play with the glasses I just put in a box to donate, she takes it out anyway and then of course drops it. On my kitchen floor. Which by the way is concrete covered in tile. So you can imagine my panic seeing as not only was Teagan surrounded in broken glass, but being I was in the same county, I was as well.
Greeeaaat.
I firmly tell Teagan not to move, and with eyes as big as saucers, she looks at me and says in all seriousness, "What happened?".
Um.. I don't know Teags? It's possible an alien took over your body, broke the glass, and fled the scene giggling evilly. But somehow I doubt it, child.
Somehow, I maneuver Ever and myself close enough to Teagan to save her from the shards of death, but not before she takes that one step forward and gets glass in her toes. *sigh* Well, you can't say I didn't try.
So after removing the two tiny shards from her big and second toe, I put a band-aid on to her fierce shouts of "Don't TOUCH!"... followed by apologetic and hopeful cries of "I sowwy mom... S'all bed-der now?" To which of course I say "Do you want me to kiss it".. and of course she does. And of course it feels all "bed-der" after that.
And all this time, Ever just watches and smiles at Teagan... She has no clue what she is in for.
Later, Teagan is messing around on her chair. Apparently, being tired also = having ants in the pants. Except Teagan never wears pants. Anyway, she was wiggling around in her chair at the kitchen table, and every once in awhile would remember that she was eating and would take a sloppy bite of spaghetti. The next thing I know, she has fallen off the FRONT of her chair, cracking her eye on the table on the way down. Hard. Really hard. Like, I'm-crying-so-hard-I-can't-even-breathe hard.
And all I can do is hold her, poor baby! Of course, putting frozen strawberries on it was completely out of the question. Hell, I was lucky to even get a glimpse of the damage the way she was protecting that eye. Can't say I blame her.
After 10-15 minutes of wailing (hey I know it hurt.. but 10-15 minutes worth?) I resorted to bribery. With chapstick. Carmex to be exact. The crying ceased, and we went about our merry ways. After I knew things were cool, I distracted her and took the carmex away, putting it on the counter. We then headed upstairs where we played for awhile with her toys. Suddenly, Teagan was thirsty and told me she'd be "wight back.. stay-eere. I be wwwiiiight back," and headed downstairs for her water. After a bit she came back up, and headed into her room. I should have known something was up. Two year olds never play by themselves willingly... at least without announcing it to the world and getting praised for it!
Carmex... in her hair. Thick too. I'm pretty sure she squeezed the whole damn tube out. Ack. I hate the smell of Carmex. And I hate the look of greasy hair. So off to the tub we go.
After 4 shampooings, nothing. I actually thought it might be even worse. Eesh.
Today, I tried baking soda, a different shampoo, and dishsoap. Nothin'. Good lord what the hell is in that crap?
Finally, I break out the Shaklee. Tada! It comes out! Seriously, that stuff can kick anything. Well, maybe not toddler butt into napping when they are supposed to, but you get the point. At least now I know to go to the Shaklee straight away when the next time change/ sickness/ tooth/ random day of no sleep/ growth spurt/ etc/ etc/ etc. comes around!
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