Today is my husband's birthday.
Last night HunnyLemon had decided she would draw her father a birthday photo to surprise him since funds are in the red for the foreseeable future.
As she drew this beautiful rainbow colored cake she began adding candles.
Her: How old will daddy be?
Me: 39
Her: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, ummmm 10 candles. Daddy's going to have to just like 10 candles because there's not enough room to put 39 candles all over this cake.
Poor husband has outgrown individual candles. Far too old. I laugh because I'm not yet there. Well, I'm not 10 but hehehe, it's not my birthday so until then I shall laugh and enjoy the moment.
I'm hoping for the husband's birthday week he gets some great news on the job hunting front. It's been a difficult time for him. Ever since he left the military he's had an outrageously difficult time finding work that covers our expenses. He's been working his bottom off in order to try and provide for us but seems to hit road block after road block.
So hopefully a job he interviewed for last week will delivery some news for him this week.
Time to go get Animal tamed. She's been in rare form today.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Wow dream big!
So how did we get to where we are now?
I was the one who was never going to have children. I was terrified of being a mother. I was absolutely certain I would screw up any child who was cursed with me as their parent. I was constantly told growing up that I would have awful children because as I was told, I was the worst child anyone could have.
So my husband and I went on our merry way for nearly an entire ten years. Immediately after I had been IUD'd all up, my husband came on on R&R from combat and we decided, "oh why not?" Of course we couldn't have decided that 2 weeks earlier I could have avoided that IUD pain.
Then a month after he returned home from his tour of combat we found out we were pregnant with our first of two daughters. We actually would have had three children but we lost our second pregnancy.
My girls have been the sun and the moon to my life. Without them there would not be me. I know that's not the most cool or en vogue thing to say, admitting that your children could mean so much to you. I know that some think that means they'll grow up to be incredibly spoiled but it's the truth, they are my sun and moon.
My girls make me see the world in a much more innocent way. I love the way they see it. My oldest daughter thinks everyone is the best person ever. She sees no evil in the world. My youngest daughter is shy like me but when a song is on that is the absolute most amazing moment in time. The world disappears and she's no longer shy.
My girls are the epitome of:
You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening."
I was the one who was never going to have children. I was terrified of being a mother. I was absolutely certain I would screw up any child who was cursed with me as their parent. I was constantly told growing up that I would have awful children because as I was told, I was the worst child anyone could have.
So my husband and I went on our merry way for nearly an entire ten years. Immediately after I had been IUD'd all up, my husband came on on R&R from combat and we decided, "oh why not?" Of course we couldn't have decided that 2 weeks earlier I could have avoided that IUD pain.
Then a month after he returned home from his tour of combat we found out we were pregnant with our first of two daughters. We actually would have had three children but we lost our second pregnancy.
My girls have been the sun and the moon to my life. Without them there would not be me. I know that's not the most cool or en vogue thing to say, admitting that your children could mean so much to you. I know that some think that means they'll grow up to be incredibly spoiled but it's the truth, they are my sun and moon.
My girls make me see the world in a much more innocent way. I love the way they see it. My oldest daughter thinks everyone is the best person ever. She sees no evil in the world. My youngest daughter is shy like me but when a song is on that is the absolute most amazing moment in time. The world disappears and she's no longer shy.
My girls are the epitome of:
You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening."
Monday, February 9, 2015
Toddler moments that frighten mothers
So up until this point I've not actually introduced the Monsters.
Our oldest we will refer to as HunnyLemon (as she loves female scientists) and our smallest is Animal (find an episodes of the Muppet Babies and you'll get the gist of why one might call their child Animal).
Animal has decided she will leave Mommy in a state of panic as I clean our home. A little while ago we were struck with no power and no clue why as we were lucky enough to be the only people in our complex sans power. Off to those golden you knows to grab quick food before everything else shut down in Snowmaggedon!
Animal does NOT like to eat. She is by far the pickiest eater I have encountered so I'm pretty familiar with her eating habits. I arrive back home and give out the rations to the screaming circus and go about looking up something. Animal comes up to confiscate my food. (Animal...get it now? lol) As I try to inform her that she would not be devouring my food while hers laid untouched she showed me her empty bowl to my fear and amazement.
So now I will have in the back of my mind as I go about my cleaning routine, did Animal eat or did Animal hide?
I suppose if we stumble upon what looks like an infectious disease experiment gone wrong we can let HunnyLemon use the sample with her microscope.
Call the pipers and sound the horns, HOMESCHOOL LESSON!
Oh yes, we are homeschoolers. Secular homeschoolers at that. Some people refer to us as unicorns and yes we are that badass.
Also we have another mom who will write on here but I'll let her give you her best introduction. :)
Our oldest we will refer to as HunnyLemon (as she loves female scientists) and our smallest is Animal (find an episodes of the Muppet Babies and you'll get the gist of why one might call their child Animal).
Animal has decided she will leave Mommy in a state of panic as I clean our home. A little while ago we were struck with no power and no clue why as we were lucky enough to be the only people in our complex sans power. Off to those golden you knows to grab quick food before everything else shut down in Snowmaggedon!
Animal does NOT like to eat. She is by far the pickiest eater I have encountered so I'm pretty familiar with her eating habits. I arrive back home and give out the rations to the screaming circus and go about looking up something. Animal comes up to confiscate my food. (Animal...get it now? lol) As I try to inform her that she would not be devouring my food while hers laid untouched she showed me her empty bowl to my fear and amazement.
So now I will have in the back of my mind as I go about my cleaning routine, did Animal eat or did Animal hide?
I suppose if we stumble upon what looks like an infectious disease experiment gone wrong we can let HunnyLemon use the sample with her microscope.
Call the pipers and sound the horns, HOMESCHOOL LESSON!
Oh yes, we are homeschoolers. Secular homeschoolers at that. Some people refer to us as unicorns and yes we are that badass.
Also we have another mom who will write on here but I'll let her give you her best introduction. :)
Everyday we're shoveling!
A few months ago my husband had a dimly lit bright idea (sounds cruel but even he will admit that in hindsight he must have been looking at things in a dimly lit room wearing someone else's prescription glasses) to basically give up everything and relocate to New England. I will admit that I love New England in all of its historical cute and quaintness. However, I did not realize that this was the year of meteorological hazing.
Headlines everywhere about how we've been gifted nearly FIVE FEET of snow since January 23rd.
I know a lot of people live by the mantra, Go Big Or Go Home. Okay New England, you're home, let's stop going big please. You won the Super Bowl. You can stop going big now. Seriously you've proven that you are #1 (okay technically I think you're #2 in snowfall so far. Vermont is still showing you up, but we can deal with just being #2 right????)
So we've taken up a new past time. We shovel. We shovel in the morning, we shovel in the evening, and we shovel all over this land. We shovel and then go inside only to have the plow guy come through and say "You missed a spot!" only to walk outside later and see a new 2 foot mound blocking our walkway.
I bet Mother Nature smells our snow virginity. She can tell we've never walked knee deep in snow begging to feel our toes yet again. She sees my husband walking around sans coat in -10 degree wind chill and says "Get dressed or go back to where you came from big boy!"
I've learned over the last few weeks to enjoy just staying home. I hate staying in all the time. I don't have to spend money, but I just like being out with other people. Yeah, Mother Nature has decided I need to learn to connect with my inner homebody.
Hazed I tell you. I'm being hazed.
I love cold and I love snow but there is definitely a such thing as too much and I'm screaming uncle!
Headlines everywhere about how we've been gifted nearly FIVE FEET of snow since January 23rd.
I know a lot of people live by the mantra, Go Big Or Go Home. Okay New England, you're home, let's stop going big please. You won the Super Bowl. You can stop going big now. Seriously you've proven that you are #1 (okay technically I think you're #2 in snowfall so far. Vermont is still showing you up, but we can deal with just being #2 right????)
I bet Mother Nature smells our snow virginity. She can tell we've never walked knee deep in snow begging to feel our toes yet again. She sees my husband walking around sans coat in -10 degree wind chill and says "Get dressed or go back to where you came from big boy!"
I've learned over the last few weeks to enjoy just staying home. I hate staying in all the time. I don't have to spend money, but I just like being out with other people. Yeah, Mother Nature has decided I need to learn to connect with my inner homebody.
Hazed I tell you. I'm being hazed.
I love cold and I love snow but there is definitely a such thing as too much and I'm screaming uncle!
(photos from https://www.facebook.com/MassachusettsMemes)
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Am I the only one seeing this?
Anyone who has attempted it can attest to the fact that potty training is a test of wills.
As you prepare to become a parent no one is ever really capable of preparing you for going tete-a-tete with a toddler. No one prepares you for the super human powers they possess. Bite sized yet not at a all fun sized when running from one end of the apartment to the other dropping a urine soaked trail along the way.
Am I hunting deer or guiding a child in proper development?
*side note*
As I am typing this away and thinking back to the enormous amount of frustration over the last few weeks the wee one walks quietly over to her potty training chair and proceeds to utilize it properly rather than using it to scale countertops.
At this point I am filled with incredible pride and worry. Proud that she finally did it (lets sound some trumpets people, this is a big deal) and worry as I realize it's not just a joke, I have indeed given birth to someone as equally frustrating and lovable as her father.
Luckily our oldest is dyed in the exact wool as her mother and together we will have to stand firm in this fight against hard headedness and sanity.
So for today the count is Mom 1 - Mini Monster - 0 (honorary 1 for having actually poopied in the potty).
Motherhood is the only place where begging for fecal movement is considered part of your job!
As you prepare to become a parent no one is ever really capable of preparing you for going tete-a-tete with a toddler. No one prepares you for the super human powers they possess. Bite sized yet not at a all fun sized when running from one end of the apartment to the other dropping a urine soaked trail along the way.
Am I hunting deer or guiding a child in proper development?
*side note*
As I am typing this away and thinking back to the enormous amount of frustration over the last few weeks the wee one walks quietly over to her potty training chair and proceeds to utilize it properly rather than using it to scale countertops.
At this point I am filled with incredible pride and worry. Proud that she finally did it (lets sound some trumpets people, this is a big deal) and worry as I realize it's not just a joke, I have indeed given birth to someone as equally frustrating and lovable as her father.
Luckily our oldest is dyed in the exact wool as her mother and together we will have to stand firm in this fight against hard headedness and sanity.
So for today the count is Mom 1 - Mini Monster - 0 (honorary 1 for having actually poopied in the potty).
Motherhood is the only place where begging for fecal movement is considered part of your job!
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