Handsome Hubby and I love living in California. Can't imagine ever leaving (most days) and really don't think we ever will. However, neither one of us is from here and our families live thousands of miles away. Which, to be honest isn't always a bad thing. I think my in-laws wouldn't like me NEARLY as much as they do if we lived closer. ;) However, there are those times that you get really present to the things that would be really really nice if you lived closer.
Like your kids playing with their cousins.
My sister and her family are in California vacationing and visiting me. They stayed with us the last two days and it was really nice. And fun. I had the best time just watching my nieces play with the boys. They are both several years older but still young enough to have fun playing with the little ones.
Plus, I believe, it was the first time in our adult lives that my sister and I have had a chance to really visit and hang out without our parents around. And I'm pushing 40!
We just relaxed by the pool and talked and ate junkfood (Thanks my "skinny" brother-in-law!) It wasn't anything special...but it was.
And now I miss them. I didn't before they came and it had been 2 years since we'd seen them. But now I miss them. And I'm sad. I don't think I ever realized how much happens in 2 years until I had kids. And we won't see them for probably at least another 2 years.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Ok. I know, I know, I know. It's been MONTHS since I posted anything. Well, if you need an explanation WHY you must not remember whose blog this is and what the focus of it is. Remember? Those cute little boys? Emphasis on LITTLE! (inference = needy/time consuming).
Just because I haven't posted anything doesn't mean I haven't written. I've jotted down stories and thoughts here and there but just now actually have the time (and inclination) to spend my SPARE hahaha time getting it "postable". This incident happened about a month ago but I just had to share it:
Sitting in the kitchen today I suddenly hear screaming from the other room. Cutie Chubba screaming. You know, the "I'm HURT! Possibly DIEING" kind of screaming. I go in and Little Man is laying ON TOP of Cutie Chubba on the floor. Before I physically remove him from his brother, I realize he is actually HUGGING Cutie Chubba and crying "You okay, Cutie Chubba. You okay"
I (calmly) ask him what happened and he just keeps hugging Cutie on the floor and crying as Cutie screams. I pick Little Man up, off of Cutie so I can pick Cutie up and inspect him for any damage. Cutie immediately stops crying and is fine. It's Little Man whose lower lip is just quivering. "Hug me, Mommy" says Little Man, climbing onto my lap.
So, I console them both and ask Little Man again what happened. Little Man (lip STILL quivering) says he hit his baby brother. I ask him where and he says "In the mouf". What did you hit him with? "Wif a plastic spoon" he mumbles and sobs. He is SO visibly upset that I can't even get mad at him. He keeps wanting me to hug him while he's trying to hug Cutie and saying "Sorry Cutie". I ask him if he did it on purpose and he says "Yes" then...
Just because I haven't posted anything doesn't mean I haven't written. I've jotted down stories and thoughts here and there but just now actually have the time (and inclination) to spend my SPARE hahaha time getting it "postable". This incident happened about a month ago but I just had to share it:
Sitting in the kitchen today I suddenly hear screaming from the other room. Cutie Chubba screaming. You know, the "I'm HURT! Possibly DIEING" kind of screaming. I go in and Little Man is laying ON TOP of Cutie Chubba on the floor. Before I physically remove him from his brother, I realize he is actually HUGGING Cutie Chubba and crying "You okay, Cutie Chubba. You okay"
I (calmly) ask him what happened and he just keeps hugging Cutie on the floor and crying as Cutie screams. I pick Little Man up, off of Cutie so I can pick Cutie up and inspect him for any damage. Cutie immediately stops crying and is fine. It's Little Man whose lower lip is just quivering. "Hug me, Mommy" says Little Man, climbing onto my lap.
So, I console them both and ask Little Man again what happened. Little Man (lip STILL quivering) says he hit his baby brother. I ask him where and he says "In the mouf". What did you hit him with? "Wif a plastic spoon" he mumbles and sobs. He is SO visibly upset that I can't even get mad at him. He keeps wanting me to hug him while he's trying to hug Cutie and saying "Sorry Cutie". I ask him if he did it on purpose and he says "Yes" then...
"Mommy? You 'give me?"
Yeah, that'll break your heart.
Yes, Love, I forgive you. And always will. And evidently, so will Cutie Chubba.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Love
As anyone who knows me can tell you, I know a thing or two about love. I ought to anyway, I've been in enough relationships and should have learned enough lessons to write a book! I know what not do to, not that I always remember "ta not to" as Mater would say (yes, folks, I officially have kids. I'm quoting "Cars". sigh). Especially having 2 failed engagements and 1 failed marriage prior to this currently in process and seemingly (so far so good) successful marriage. You'd think, right?
Well, insert something that sounds so cliche (cuz it is) here...NONE of it meant anything until I had kids. Especially when one of them gets hurt or sick. And with boys even more-so when they're sick, (because they are ALWAYS getting hurt).
Little Man had a temperature of 101 for a couple days and was just out of sorts. Very whiny and needing lots of snuggles (yeah, that part didn't suck) which is unusual for him. I couldn't believe how sick to my stomach I was and how often I "had" to go check on him while he was sleeping. Even felt his belly (more than once) to make sure he was still breathing. I didn't even do that when he was an infant! I'm sure all the Swine Flu scariness of the last year didn't help but mostly I just felt so helpless and just hoped that we were the lucky one's. You know, the lucky one's that things are always just simple little colds or viruses...not any of the other REALLY bad stuff.
Yeah, I didn't know JACK about love until now.
P.S. He's feeling better now :)
Sunday, April 25, 2010
How do they know??
Sigh. As those of you with kids know, life becomes a constant state of flexibility and adjustment. I'm starting to feel a bit like a pretzel with all this flexibility but that's another post for another time.
I swear those little buggers are psychic. I mean, I know they change and grow at a rapid pace and it's kind of like the weather in Missouri...if you don't like it wait 5 minutes and it will change. BUT...how the HECK do they know when you've adjusted? Like, INSTANTANEOUSLY!!
Remember my last post about getting up at 6am to exercise? You know, because I could do it BEFORE they woke up??? Yeah. That lasted a day. What time have at least one of them been waking up every day since I made that "adjustment"???? You got it...6am. AAARRGGGHH!! And no, it's not because they hear me up...they wake up right as I'm about to get out of bed!
I'm NOT getting up at 5am. No way no how. I guess I'll just try to figure out another "adjustment" and maybe try to think something else so that when they try their little voodoo mindreading trick, I'll have psyched them out. Yeah...I don't think I have enough brain power to do that.
sigh. Oh well. That's why they make them cute. Even when I'm irritated at them I can't help but smile and be proud of how smart they are. LOL
I swear those little buggers are psychic. I mean, I know they change and grow at a rapid pace and it's kind of like the weather in Missouri...if you don't like it wait 5 minutes and it will change. BUT...how the HECK do they know when you've adjusted? Like, INSTANTANEOUSLY!!
Remember my last post about getting up at 6am to exercise? You know, because I could do it BEFORE they woke up??? Yeah. That lasted a day. What time have at least one of them been waking up every day since I made that "adjustment"???? You got it...6am. AAARRGGGHH!! And no, it's not because they hear me up...they wake up right as I'm about to get out of bed!
I'm NOT getting up at 5am. No way no how. I guess I'll just try to figure out another "adjustment" and maybe try to think something else so that when they try their little voodoo mindreading trick, I'll have psyched them out. Yeah...I don't think I have enough brain power to do that.
sigh. Oh well. That's why they make them cute. Even when I'm irritated at them I can't help but smile and be proud of how smart they are. LOL
Monday, April 19, 2010
Getting up at 6am
Now I know most of you will say "Wahhh, Wahhh, Laura. SO tough getting up at 6am" and under different circumstances, I would probably agree with you. I mean, Handsom Hubby's alarm goes off at 6:15am every day and I know a few people who get up at 5am. However, I think I deserve even more credit than any of them.
"Why?" you ask? Because I have already been up at 1am or 2am or 3:30am to feed Cutie Chubba, tried to go back to sleep after being up for anywhere from 30 minutes to 1 hour to then get up at 6am to exercise! Come on people! Where's the applause??? Aren't you so VERY impressed by me??? ;) I know, I know, BIG WHOOP!
Well, Cutie Chubba was my FINAL baby and I am DYING to get this baby weight off! However, it's a bit more complicated finding time to exercise than it was prior to my Wife/Mommy days. Even different than my Mommy days with just one munchkin.
See, I'm hoping to go from some version of this:
To some version of this:
I had been doing P90X and really liked it. However, finding 1 hour to 1.5 hours to work out 6 days a week with 2 little kids and a hubby that works 2 jobs is difficult (if not frustrating) to say the least. I'd try to do it during naptime but, alas, someone would inevitably decide they did NOT want to nap. I'd try to do it in the evening but if Handsome Hubby was home (rare) so he could take the child responsibilities, I was often too exhausted by that point to want to do anything but snuggle on the couch with Hubby (and a cocktail, many days. You know the ones), watch Two and a Half Men and fall asleep.
SO, after listening to me complain about being fat and not having time to exercise for the 10 zillionth time, Handsome Hubby (at the risk of losing a favorite appendage) suggested that I get up EARLY and exercise. Yes, folks, he is a ballsy one isn't he? Well, after biting my tongue so as not to slice and dice him for such an inane idea...I thought about it.
It kind of made sense. I mean, that way, I got the workout out of the way and the rest of the day I could go about my business without always getting frustrated cuz it just wasn't going how I needed it to go to fit in a workout.
Plus, I have a 2 year old and a 4 month old. I'm already exhausted AND look like crap so what would be any different if I got up a little earlier?
Well, folks, I did it today. I got up at 6am (okay, the alarm went off at 6am and I got out of bed at 6:13am, close enough) and did one of my exercise DVD's plus Wii Fit for 45 minutes and I have to say, my day has been a whole lot less frustrating!
Handsome Hubby was heading out the door to work when he asked me "How do you feel?" I was a bit confused by that question, I mean, it's not like I lost 20 pounds after the first workout. "What do you mean?" I asked. He said, "Well, how does it feel to have a say in how you start your day?"
It felt good. And with that, I realized, as a Stay at Home Mom of two little guys, that was really what I needed. A say. An opportunity to have a say in what I did and when I did it. It doesn't just happen like it did before kids or marriage. Now there is always someone else you have to consider or whose needs come first or who, to be honest, is just the squeakier wheel. But this was something I could decide. And boy does it feel good.
"Why?" you ask? Because I have already been up at 1am or 2am or 3:30am to feed Cutie Chubba, tried to go back to sleep after being up for anywhere from 30 minutes to 1 hour to then get up at 6am to exercise! Come on people! Where's the applause??? Aren't you so VERY impressed by me??? ;) I know, I know, BIG WHOOP!
Well, Cutie Chubba was my FINAL baby and I am DYING to get this baby weight off! However, it's a bit more complicated finding time to exercise than it was prior to my Wife/Mommy days. Even different than my Mommy days with just one munchkin.
See, I'm hoping to go from some version of this:
To some version of this:
I had been doing P90X and really liked it. However, finding 1 hour to 1.5 hours to work out 6 days a week with 2 little kids and a hubby that works 2 jobs is difficult (if not frustrating) to say the least. I'd try to do it during naptime but, alas, someone would inevitably decide they did NOT want to nap. I'd try to do it in the evening but if Handsome Hubby was home (rare) so he could take the child responsibilities, I was often too exhausted by that point to want to do anything but snuggle on the couch with Hubby (and a cocktail, many days. You know the ones), watch Two and a Half Men and fall asleep.
SO, after listening to me complain about being fat and not having time to exercise for the 10 zillionth time, Handsome Hubby (at the risk of losing a favorite appendage) suggested that I get up EARLY and exercise. Yes, folks, he is a ballsy one isn't he? Well, after biting my tongue so as not to slice and dice him for such an inane idea...I thought about it.
It kind of made sense. I mean, that way, I got the workout out of the way and the rest of the day I could go about my business without always getting frustrated cuz it just wasn't going how I needed it to go to fit in a workout.
Plus, I have a 2 year old and a 4 month old. I'm already exhausted AND look like crap so what would be any different if I got up a little earlier?
Well, folks, I did it today. I got up at 6am (okay, the alarm went off at 6am and I got out of bed at 6:13am, close enough) and did one of my exercise DVD's plus Wii Fit for 45 minutes and I have to say, my day has been a whole lot less frustrating!
Handsome Hubby was heading out the door to work when he asked me "How do you feel?" I was a bit confused by that question, I mean, it's not like I lost 20 pounds after the first workout. "What do you mean?" I asked. He said, "Well, how does it feel to have a say in how you start your day?"
It felt good. And with that, I realized, as a Stay at Home Mom of two little guys, that was really what I needed. A say. An opportunity to have a say in what I did and when I did it. It doesn't just happen like it did before kids or marriage. Now there is always someone else you have to consider or whose needs come first or who, to be honest, is just the squeakier wheel. But this was something I could decide. And boy does it feel good.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
The Family that Makes up my Life
I started this blog to share my experiences as I learn to navigate the world of Mom/Wife/Adult so I suppose I should introduce you to the people that gave me 2 of those 3 titles. (names have been changed to protect the innocent...and my Husband!) :)
First are my sons. MAN do I love them. They make me laugh. They make me dance. They make me worry about things I never thought I would and forget about things I thought I'd worry about forever. Thank goodness for them!
My oldest is Little Man. He is the sweetest, most polite, lovey little boy I've ever met. (I know, I'm biased) AND one of the most dramatic and stubborn little human beings at the same time! (I have NO idea where he got those characteristics). He wants to be everyone's friend (as long as you don't expect him to share Lightening McQueen) and for the most part is very good at sharing (unless it's the aforementioned Lightening McQueen). I am enjoying every moment of this little being's sweetness yet am sad that I know the day will come when someone he wants to play with won't want to play with him and he will no longer dance and sing his little heart out if someone is watching. But until then, I'm doing my best to burn each singing, dancing, laughing act indelibly into my brain.
The baby of the family is Cutie Chubba (I know he'll outgrow this name but for now, he's Cutie Chubba). This kid...man. Just one look at you and he has your heart in a vice grip. Sweet, sweet, sweet! And one of the happiest babies you will ever encounter. He ADORES his big brother and loves to watch every move he makes. I'm looking forward to discovering who this little man is as he grows and grows and grows.
Then there is my BIGGEST Boy...yes...Handsome Hubby. We've been together 6 years and BOY has it been a ride! He is the best thing to ever happen to me. He takes care of me and challenges me on a daily basis. Thank goodness! I can't stand to be bored so this one keeps me on my toes, that's for sure. Ever the entrepreneur, he is constantly saying "Hey, honey, what do you think of this idea?" and then (usually) actually has the gumption to bring it to fruition. He is the epitome of Family Man, putting our sons and myself first in everything he does. Plus, he's a TOTAL guys guy. And, truth be told, I like that. I may roll my eyes alot at the things he says and does but I like that he has his own mind and will speak it. Plus, watching him with our boys just makes me fall in love with him over and over and over again. He is one big MUSH BALL when he's with them. He will do anything to make them smile. (Even dance!) And that makes me smile.
So that is my gang! No pets currently and to be honest, Mommy doesn't need anything/anyone else to take care of so we probably won't have any until the boys are big enough to do that job. OOPS! I forgot! We actually do have a fish but who knows for how much longer since it's Daddy's responsibility to take care of it...hehehe.
First are my sons. MAN do I love them. They make me laugh. They make me dance. They make me worry about things I never thought I would and forget about things I thought I'd worry about forever. Thank goodness for them!
The baby of the family is Cutie Chubba (I know he'll outgrow this name but for now, he's Cutie Chubba). This kid...man. Just one look at you and he has your heart in a vice grip. Sweet, sweet, sweet! And one of the happiest babies you will ever encounter. He ADORES his big brother and loves to watch every move he makes. I'm looking forward to discovering who this little man is as he grows and grows and grows.
Then there is my BIGGEST Boy...yes...Handsome Hubby. We've been together 6 years and BOY has it been a ride! He is the best thing to ever happen to me. He takes care of me and challenges me on a daily basis. Thank goodness! I can't stand to be bored so this one keeps me on my toes, that's for sure. Ever the entrepreneur, he is constantly saying "Hey, honey, what do you think of this idea?" and then (usually) actually has the gumption to bring it to fruition. He is the epitome of Family Man, putting our sons and myself first in everything he does. Plus, he's a TOTAL guys guy. And, truth be told, I like that. I may roll my eyes alot at the things he says and does but I like that he has his own mind and will speak it. Plus, watching him with our boys just makes me fall in love with him over and over and over again. He is one big MUSH BALL when he's with them. He will do anything to make them smile. (Even dance!) And that makes me smile.
So that is my gang! No pets currently and to be honest, Mommy doesn't need anything/anyone else to take care of so we probably won't have any until the boys are big enough to do that job. OOPS! I forgot! We actually do have a fish but who knows for how much longer since it's Daddy's responsibility to take care of it...hehehe.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Here we go...
I've attempted to start a blog a couple times before this and chickened out every time. Worried that nobody would read it. Worried that they would. Worried that people I knew would read it. Worried that they wouldn't. You know, afraid of what people would think about what I think. Well, I've decided that it's worth the risk cuz I need a place to share my thoughts on being a Mom, wife, housekeeper, PERSON other than on Facebook.
I hope you'll visit more than once and comment whenever you feel the urge, even (especially) if you disagree. Even though I want people to like me and what I have to say, I really LOVE hearing other people's perspectives and learning from them. Hopefully we'll share some experiences and thoughts that make a difference for all of us.
Well, gotta go entertain my 2yr old. You'll be reading LOTS about him I'm sure, as we navigate this time called the "terrible 2's".
I hope you'll visit more than once and comment whenever you feel the urge, even (especially) if you disagree. Even though I want people to like me and what I have to say, I really LOVE hearing other people's perspectives and learning from them. Hopefully we'll share some experiences and thoughts that make a difference for all of us.
Well, gotta go entertain my 2yr old. You'll be reading LOTS about him I'm sure, as we navigate this time called the "terrible 2's".
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