
I know, I know. Every.single.mom thinks their children are the cutest, most talented, sweetest, smartest, but in reality, mine are. Ok Ok, so I’m totally willing to give your children first runner up. Its kind of like first place, but not. At least the word “first” is in the title. I’m a little slap-sticky because I’m actually quite close to the edge of a precipice that overlooks insanity. And my is the view gorgeous. In all seriousness though, I’ve reached my breaking point. The laundry piles up so fast, the homework doesn’t do itself (bastard), and the dog is so entirely counterproductive (she eats garbage). Now don’t get me wrong, I’d appreciate her “recycling” effort if she actually ATE it all, but rather the trash is strewn throughout the house leaving me a fan-freakin-tastic coming home pressie. Again, Lola….you missed the memo. Please CONSUME the trash rather than scattering it. Today was my breaking point. How I was able to make it through nine months of sleepless nights while breastfeeding full time, working, and school is beyond me because I feel like I cannot take another day of this sheer fatigue. Rather than have this turn into a rant session though, I’d rather share some cute stories. Because my girls always make me feel better. Except when they are whacking each other on the head with duplos and also except when they poop in the tub and cause me waaaaay more work than originally anticipated. But most of the time they re-set my brain. They remind me why my life is amazing and they have taught me how to smile with my soul.
I suppose I ought to do some housekeeping of sorts before I bust out the photos and stories. You may (or may not, but hopefully you may have) seen the pictures of the dollhouse that Kori (my sister-in-law) has posted here. She wanted a place to document her process, and what better of a place than the girls’ “baby book”. So, if you have not yet checked out her progress, you can do so by clicking the linky that say “Dollhouse Project” at the top. Yes, yes you can.
When you have toddlers, the phrases that come out of your mouth are atypical of what you might be accustomed to saying, and you may find yourself in an embarrassing situation in which you forget that you are no longer in the company of your toddler(s). This word for me is “poop”. As in…”DID YOU POOP?!?” “I smell POOP!!!” “Which one of you has a POOP BUTT?!” “Lola, did you seriously just eat that piece of POOP?!?!?!?!?!??!” And yes, that last phrase was uttered tonight as Kurt witnessed Lola helping herself to the contents of Zoey’s diaper as he was mid-change. But I digress. I’ve gotten better at filtering my toddler-isms before they make their way out of my mouth, but there are times when it just doesn’t happen. And why, when these things happen, does it seem like everyone is quietly hanging on every word that you say? I have found myself uttering the words “why does it smell like poop in here?” on occasion at work. This sends me into a veritable panic attack where I run to the bathroom to smell-check my clothes and perform a poop-search on my outfit.
Other common phrases (and I think I’ve mentioned this one before, but since it is just as common now as ever, I’ll bring it up again) include “Did you just touch the cat’s/dog’s butt? you did, didn’t you?” “Why is that rubber duckie brown? OMG! That is NOT a duck.” “Where did you find that banana?” And so on and so forth. It goes without saying that my daughters, along with being ADORABLE, will also grow to have titanium-clad immune systems.
The girls have started helping out around the house. And boy is it about time they started pulling their weight! I’m only joking about that, but they have started taking an interest in helping with random chores. Kurt and I were folding the eleventy-billion loads of laundry the other night, and the girls were edgy and whiney, so I sent them on “missions”. They would take one or two (or in V’s case 1/2 a stack of prefolds) to Daddy to put away. They loved helping out, and I loved that the whining stopped. These are win-win situations in our house. In this case, it was win-win-win because I didn’t have to put those damn diapers away. The girls also get a kick out of helping me vacuum. They fight over their wooden butterfly push toy and pretend that they are sweeping or vacuuming alongside of me. It is tres cute.
Along with being fantastic cleaners, Zoey is also extremely nurturing. She, and Violet both, will change their baby’s diapers all.day.long (if given the proper supplies – infant prefold, dry wipe, etc). She also has proven that she is ready for babysitting this past weekend when she entertained Cousin Izzy by bouncing her in her chair for a bit.
(I really need to start writing more of these stories down…I know I had a few more, but they are eluding me at this moment…I also don’t want this post to get too much huger.)
So maybe that is a good lead into last weekend. The “Alverno High” has ended and now I just leave school battered and exhausted. Sunday was our first Easter celebration and we headed to Cousin Kaya’s house for a good ol’ fashioned easter egg hunt. He taught the girls the ropes, taught V which candy is the best, and entertained the girls by letting them wear his crocs. Can I just say that seeing a baby marching around in adult shoes is just about one of the cutest things ever? The girls completely understood the concept of easter egg hunting and had a blast! This was until mom came along and fished jelly beans out of V’s mouth and she bit me. hard. Serves me right though…I should know better based on recent history in the nipple department. do.not.insert.anything.into.toddler’s.mouth.
And, by the way, yep. “Still” breastfeeding. Happily.




















































































