Sunday, March 29, 2015

I am not that girl

Occasionally my husband asks me to "go out" with him.  This usually involves a dark club with dim lighting,  fake smoke,  a line to the bathroom that could circle the planet and music so loud that you can't hear the person talking to you 2 inches from your face.
I would love to think that I could throw all inhibitions  aside and be that person who dances like no one is watching.. Who was the life of the party. 
But I'm not that girl.
I'm not the booty-short wearing,  sequin dawning,  high-heeled wearing person who likes to dance.. period.. much less with strange people all up around her.
My moves are more accidental than skill.  I stumble in conversations from first,  lack of hearing,  and second from lack of interest.  I mean what can we really get into during our screaming match dialogue. 
I understand that this scene might be better suited to someone who lived this life in their youth... But I didn't.  I had never darkened the door of a club until I was married
I do not understand the attraction of a woman who is wearing a dress that barely covers her crotch unless she is indeed looking to sell said crotch. 
But that's just me.  I'm not that girl. 
I show up in my knee-length dress and boots, my string of pearls  around my neck. I am too old for this place although I see many other patrons much older than I. 
I'm pretty sure my husband sees it all as me being prudish or refusing to relax. That of course is entirely true.  Although not something that I can greatly control. 
I simply am not that girl.. And I never will be.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

St. Patricks Day

We took all the munchkins out to the parade.  What a beautiful  day!

Our first Governor's Ball

Michael and I really do clean up well.  Here we are all dressed up to go to a ball complete with ice sculptures,  a band,  a buffet in every room and free flowing drinks all night.  It really was a completely magnificent night.

Blue Jean Boycott

It seems that with every child, my body does a fruit basket turnover. The size of my clothes stays the same, but the terrain has changed. Therefore, I am hereby boycotting my blue jeans. They have no forgiveness for the immense amount of change that this body has undergone. They do not provide any leniency for the extenuating curves that held two human lives inside mine. There is not one ounce of leeway for the ebb and flow of water retention. They are merciless to my self esteem and at this point in life, I can do without that.
I am not advocating that I let my body balloon out to whatever size it sees fit, but I am past the notion that I have to fit in the same clothes that I did 6 years and 3 kids ago. It's not fair nor nice to myself to think that way.
So when you see me sporting a dressed up pair of yoga pants out to dinner. I assure you, I have worked very hard and earned every minute of the breathability of those garments. They will never strangle the life out of me when I sit down. If, per chance, I do feel like dessert one night, it will be all right. I left the blue jeans at home.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Seven months... Way too fast

We are eating a little.  Cereal and such.  We are babbling a lot.  There's a "mamamama"  and a "dadadada" coming from these babies which melts my heart.  Surely it's not that they know what they're saying.. But it's one of those little rewards. I'll take it. 

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

What is crazy?

What is crazy? Around here they are so many things that I can classify that way.  The fact that my daughter's clothes no longer fit on the little hangers.  She is six... That's just crazy! Where did my baby girl go? She's long and lean and lanky. Almost all traces of baby are gone from her body.  She's got the attitude of a 16 year old and the drama to boot.  Lord help us as she gets older.  She's reading and writing sentences.  And when she's not trying to smother them with love or jealousy,  she's a great help with her brothers.  Although I did recently get the question.. "Mom,  can I be the only kid again?"  no my dear.. Never again.  But hopefully you'll be glad as I am to have a sibling one day.
Alex is still my little Olympian. He can roll and scoot and twist all over the room.  He is still so content and turning out to be my best eater so far.  We are on occasional cereal.  Not that his two teeth on the bottom come in handy yet,  but they sure are cute.  He's in a solid 6 month outfit which matches his age. Oh.. And he's finally getting hair!
William is still my technically curious kid.  He wants to hold and examine all things.  It's amazing to watch his little gears turn as he learns to make things go where he wants. He is actually sitting up.  It doesn't last long but he can sit unassisted for a minute or two.  If both my babe's were combined I'd be in trouble already.. Scooting and sitting up! Luckily they each have their own skillset at this point.
I have gone back to work about 20 hrs a week since the boys are in MDO.  It's slightly stressful but also enjoyable.  It's nice to speak to adults for a while.  Since I'm a slacker on the formal 6 month pics..ill just show some of the cute ones taken recently.
Oh,  and happy 12 years to Michael and I!

Thursday, January 8, 2015

5 month milestones

There's so many little changes taking place with the boys that I am afraid I'm going to miss documenting them.
The boys started mother's day out this week.  They were a hit.  Seems they are dubbed very sweet and good babies.
Little Alex has the prettiest eyelashes I've ever seen on a boy.  He is just precious all the time.  He doesn't smile as easily as Will but when he does.. Its genuine.  He has two bottom teeth now.  My little drool monster. He flaps his arms when he sees me.. Or when he gets excited. He's also learned to turn over onto his stomach.  Now if he can only learn to flip back over onto his back.  The fact that he can't just freaks him out and he screams uncontrollably.
Will is Mr.  Friendly to all.  He laughs a lot. In fact I sat the boys in their bumbo chairs facing each other the other day and when Alex sneezed,  Will laughed hysterically.  Then he'd cough and Will would laugh again.  It  was really the cutest thing ever. Will is getting very good with his hands.  His dexterity is improving by the day.  He has even started reaching for me when I come near.  His greatest feat involves.... His feet.. Lol.  He is so flexible that he can pull his feet up to his mouth and suck on his toes.  He loves his toes! 
He is a great nuzzler. My little snuggle bear who never laughs so hard as when you throw him in the air. What makes parents throw their children in the air? It absolutely ridiculous and yet we all do it.
Addison,  just today,  is able to read an entire story about a fat cat.  I'm so proud of her.  The evolution this year of her learning skills is astounding to me... To see that little brain start to really understand things. She is so tall these days that she hits me mid breast.  Where is my baby going? She disappears by the day.
We were given an amazing swing set by some friends,  we only had to relocate it.  That was a job in itself. But daddy did very well in coordinating it all and getting his girl the best swingset she'd ever seen that wasn't a public playground.
We are starting the year a little more on schedule,  slightly more organized,  getting to bed a lot earlier and eyes full of possibilities for the future... Not just ours but the futures of our three amazing children.