My poor children - girls...I am sorry. You won't know this for a while (please God, not for a L-O-N-G while) but you will have National Geographic boobies some day just like your mommy (National Geographic boobies are the boobies from pictures of women I remember seeing in the 1970-1980's National Geographic. Normally The pictures were from Africa where the bra had apparently not been introduced or they have realized what we all know...bras are not comfortable, are designed by a man to make boobies do things they should not do, and should be burned when ever possible.).
How do I know the girls have no shot at small, pretty, perky boobies (unless they buy them)? The power of observation is amazing. I have big boobies, my mom is not small, Big Grasshopper's mom is on the larger size, and BG's sister also had big ones before she had them flopped, chopped and pulled up (I am so jealous by the way).
So there you have it. They have NO chance EVER to know what it is like to have small, pretty, perky boobies. One minute they will go from flat as a board to D size and not even hardly blink an eye. There will be no Victoria Secret, no pretty colors, no pretty patterns for them unless they are just starting out (oh who's kidding...I am never buying my children Victoria Secret bra's or pretty bra's for that matter). There will be plain white, nude, and black bra's in their futures. So how do you tell a 9-10 year old girl that one day she will have National Geographic boobies and she can never shop at Victoria Secret? That is one more question to add to my list of things to figure out before I have to explain puberty. (please Dear God, let that be a L-O-N-G time from now as well!)
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Rich Famous Men....Here We Go Again!
http://www.cnn.com/2010/SHOWBIZ/03/18/jesse.james.ppl/index.html?hpt=C2
So here we go again....Yesterday it was Tiger Woods, Charlie Sheen, Kobe Bryant, Michael Jordan, etc...today it is Jessie James. When will beautiful women, ugly women, fat women, skinny women, funny women, hateful women, young women, old women, middle aged women, short women, tall women, christian women, agnostic women, faithful women, and any other women not covered in any of these catagories rise up and say ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!! This is getting ridiculous!! I know it is human nature these days to see and want, but when does taking a vowel and saying I love you, trust you, want to be with you, remind these men that you CAN'T have everything they want?!? (Thanks for letting me vent...go back to your regularly scheduled programming.)
So here we go again....Yesterday it was Tiger Woods, Charlie Sheen, Kobe Bryant, Michael Jordan, etc...today it is Jessie James. When will beautiful women, ugly women, fat women, skinny women, funny women, hateful women, young women, old women, middle aged women, short women, tall women, christian women, agnostic women, faithful women, and any other women not covered in any of these catagories rise up and say ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!! This is getting ridiculous!! I know it is human nature these days to see and want, but when does taking a vowel and saying I love you, trust you, want to be with you, remind these men that you CAN'T have everything they want?!? (Thanks for letting me vent...go back to your regularly scheduled programming.)
Saturday, March 6, 2010
For The Best 5 Year Old Ever!
Dear Big Girl!
Wow! What a year you have had! It doesn't seem possible that you are 5. I feel like it was just yesterday when I was screaming at Dr. Hannah to get you out of my body. :) Your labor was probably the hardest thing I have ever been through physically in my life. I was in labor for 14 hours with 3 1/2 hours of pushing (some day you will know what that means). You changed my body and my life and I wouldn't have it any other way.
You have grown up so much this year. You are not my timid little girl any more. I think you will always be more reserved than Little Lady, but you definitely are not a scared one that is going to sit on the side lines while everyone else is having fun. You are always going to be in the thick of things, you just won't be as vocal about it.
You know most of your letters and can spell anything I tell you letters for. You are starting to put together letters with sounds and I know it won't be long before you are learning to read. You can count to 20 and can count to 100 with help. You know all of your colors and shapes. You can write your first and last name without help, your sister's name, mommy, and daddy. You love spelling and writing. You always want paper and pen or pencil to write and love doing crafty things.
You love watching TV and playing on the Wii. You are so good at the Wii and have even beaten me a few times at bowling (sad I know). You also love making a tent, hiding so I can find you, playing baby and reading books. You love playing outside, riding your scooter and bike, writing with chalk, and blowing bubbles.
You love Nylah. I think that has been the biggest surprise I have had since getting Nylah. You love picking her up, carrying her around, and having her lay on you when you are on the couch. You wish she would sleep with you at night but complain she makes too much noise and snores. :)
You are becoming such a big helper. You are good at putting the silver ware away and doing small chores like feeding the dog and putting your laundry away in the right drawer. You don't like helping all of the time to pick up the messes you make but you are trying harder to help when asked.
You are so ready to go to Kindergarten that you can't stand it. You thought when you got your shots back in September that you could go the next day. When I told you that I had registered you for kindergarten you thought you would go tomorrow. You are going to have a blast...and I am going to miss you something terrible. We found out that you won't be going to the elementary that is near our house but one that is across town. I pray you don't know the difference and will have fun no matter where you end up.
You have become a little girl that I adore and admire. You are thoughtful with your sister and loving with the people around you. You are so smart and I am SO proud. I miss holding you, kissing your little head, and those sweet little moments that I had with you when you were little. You aren't little anymore and that alone kills me. I know this is the journey of life and I can't turn back time but I wish I had a few more of those moments. Those cuddle moments are becoming less and less and I know before long you won't even want to have me in the same room. That will also be a part of our journey. But for now, I will hold on to the moments that you sit in my lap and we have cuddle time together. I will also cherish more the moments that you let me help you and do things for you because that too, I am sad to say, will be going away before long.
I love you my girl! I love you more than life. I love you like I love breathing. I LOVE YOU from head to toe and in between. Your my baby that isn't a baby...just don't grow up too fast. It is already killing me that you are 5!
My prayer for you is that each day you don't take yourself too seriously, you learn that you are so special, and that no matter what mommy and daddy are right behind you cheering you on.
Happy Birthday Big Girl! You are the best! :)
Wow! What a year you have had! It doesn't seem possible that you are 5. I feel like it was just yesterday when I was screaming at Dr. Hannah to get you out of my body. :) Your labor was probably the hardest thing I have ever been through physically in my life. I was in labor for 14 hours with 3 1/2 hours of pushing (some day you will know what that means). You changed my body and my life and I wouldn't have it any other way.
You have grown up so much this year. You are not my timid little girl any more. I think you will always be more reserved than Little Lady, but you definitely are not a scared one that is going to sit on the side lines while everyone else is having fun. You are always going to be in the thick of things, you just won't be as vocal about it.
You know most of your letters and can spell anything I tell you letters for. You are starting to put together letters with sounds and I know it won't be long before you are learning to read. You can count to 20 and can count to 100 with help. You know all of your colors and shapes. You can write your first and last name without help, your sister's name, mommy, and daddy. You love spelling and writing. You always want paper and pen or pencil to write and love doing crafty things.
You love watching TV and playing on the Wii. You are so good at the Wii and have even beaten me a few times at bowling (sad I know). You also love making a tent, hiding so I can find you, playing baby and reading books. You love playing outside, riding your scooter and bike, writing with chalk, and blowing bubbles.
You love Nylah. I think that has been the biggest surprise I have had since getting Nylah. You love picking her up, carrying her around, and having her lay on you when you are on the couch. You wish she would sleep with you at night but complain she makes too much noise and snores. :)
You are becoming such a big helper. You are good at putting the silver ware away and doing small chores like feeding the dog and putting your laundry away in the right drawer. You don't like helping all of the time to pick up the messes you make but you are trying harder to help when asked.
You are so ready to go to Kindergarten that you can't stand it. You thought when you got your shots back in September that you could go the next day. When I told you that I had registered you for kindergarten you thought you would go tomorrow. You are going to have a blast...and I am going to miss you something terrible. We found out that you won't be going to the elementary that is near our house but one that is across town. I pray you don't know the difference and will have fun no matter where you end up.
You have become a little girl that I adore and admire. You are thoughtful with your sister and loving with the people around you. You are so smart and I am SO proud. I miss holding you, kissing your little head, and those sweet little moments that I had with you when you were little. You aren't little anymore and that alone kills me. I know this is the journey of life and I can't turn back time but I wish I had a few more of those moments. Those cuddle moments are becoming less and less and I know before long you won't even want to have me in the same room. That will also be a part of our journey. But for now, I will hold on to the moments that you sit in my lap and we have cuddle time together. I will also cherish more the moments that you let me help you and do things for you because that too, I am sad to say, will be going away before long.
I love you my girl! I love you more than life. I love you like I love breathing. I LOVE YOU from head to toe and in between. Your my baby that isn't a baby...just don't grow up too fast. It is already killing me that you are 5!
My prayer for you is that each day you don't take yourself too seriously, you learn that you are so special, and that no matter what mommy and daddy are right behind you cheering you on.
Happy Birthday Big Girl! You are the best! :)
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Open Letter To My 3 Year Old
Dear Little Lady,
Today you are three. You were born on February 22, 2007, on a Thursday, at 1:20ish in the afternoon. You ground your head on my cervix for 15 long weeks. You made me sick. I don't think there was a day I didn't throw up, have constipation, or have heart burn (most days I had all three). I lived on Tums and Miralax for almost 9 months. I gained about 10 pounds and had the weirdest cravings for food. I was miserable towards the end and had contractions on and off for almost 3 weeks. Guess what? It was all worth it!
You are the sweetest little lady ever! In the last 3 years you have brightened our hearts, lives and house. Your little smile and giggles make my day. You are the spitting image of me when I was your age with your blond hair and blue eyes (sorry you don't look more like daddy). You run, jump, and gallop your way through the day until you almost fall into bed at night exhausted from all the energy you exude.
You have learned so many things this past year. You potty trained yourself (a true miracle) between Halloween and Thanksgiving, learned not to put everything in your mouth, how to ride the tricycle, use crayons and markers, be a good helper, and how to better interact with your sister and friends. You were brave swimming in the lake almost letting go, and you love fishing and looking at the worms in the container. You even made me look at the worms and touch them for you. You have also learned how to interact with your peers, biting is bad, and that we need to share our toys. You are starting to learn your colors and shapes...but for some reason I think you might be pulling my leg that you don't know some of your colors or you are color blind. :)
You love playing with your sister, Nylah the dog, mommy and daddy, and your friends at school and church. You love being outside anytime you can get out the door, swinging on the the swings, playing in the sandbox, sliding, and running around. You also love digging and finding rocks and sticks with Gigi and Papi and finding other fun objects at Nana and Papa's. Inside you love playing with your babies and can't seem to get enough of being a good mommy to your babies. You also love coloring, trying to cut (but you can't figure out how to hold the scissors right but won't let me help you), and gluing. You love your Little People stuff and making forts and tents.
You also love your purple blanket. Every day we have to go on a search for your purple blanket. Normally when I wash purple blanket you sit and cry by the washer and dryer until it is clean and you get it back. As I write this I know I will look back and smile on this moment, but for now most of the time it just annoys me because you cry and I hate that you cry when you know you are going to get it back. You are so attached. Both Gigi and Nana have had to fix purple blanket because it got a hole in it. I hope some day you will realize how much I think not only you love the purple blanket, but I have loved what it has come to symbolize for you and me both.
I can't wait to see who you become. You have come along way since the day I pushed you out of my body and held you for the first time. You are my little pumpkin head that I love from head to toe and in between and you make me so proud to be your mommy. Your spirit and laughter light up the room and I hope you always keep that with you as you grow. You know you have a big name and share your special day with the first President of the US so you have a lot to live up to. You are a gift from God that I do not take for granted. My prayer for you is that your big heart, large laugh, and big smile remain with you always and that the Lord always keep you in the palm of his hand.
I love you Little Lady! Happy 3rd Birthday!
Today you are three. You were born on February 22, 2007, on a Thursday, at 1:20ish in the afternoon. You ground your head on my cervix for 15 long weeks. You made me sick. I don't think there was a day I didn't throw up, have constipation, or have heart burn (most days I had all three). I lived on Tums and Miralax for almost 9 months. I gained about 10 pounds and had the weirdest cravings for food. I was miserable towards the end and had contractions on and off for almost 3 weeks. Guess what? It was all worth it!
You are the sweetest little lady ever! In the last 3 years you have brightened our hearts, lives and house. Your little smile and giggles make my day. You are the spitting image of me when I was your age with your blond hair and blue eyes (sorry you don't look more like daddy). You run, jump, and gallop your way through the day until you almost fall into bed at night exhausted from all the energy you exude.
You have learned so many things this past year. You potty trained yourself (a true miracle) between Halloween and Thanksgiving, learned not to put everything in your mouth, how to ride the tricycle, use crayons and markers, be a good helper, and how to better interact with your sister and friends. You were brave swimming in the lake almost letting go, and you love fishing and looking at the worms in the container. You even made me look at the worms and touch them for you. You have also learned how to interact with your peers, biting is bad, and that we need to share our toys. You are starting to learn your colors and shapes...but for some reason I think you might be pulling my leg that you don't know some of your colors or you are color blind. :)
You love playing with your sister, Nylah the dog, mommy and daddy, and your friends at school and church. You love being outside anytime you can get out the door, swinging on the the swings, playing in the sandbox, sliding, and running around. You also love digging and finding rocks and sticks with Gigi and Papi and finding other fun objects at Nana and Papa's. Inside you love playing with your babies and can't seem to get enough of being a good mommy to your babies. You also love coloring, trying to cut (but you can't figure out how to hold the scissors right but won't let me help you), and gluing. You love your Little People stuff and making forts and tents.
You also love your purple blanket. Every day we have to go on a search for your purple blanket. Normally when I wash purple blanket you sit and cry by the washer and dryer until it is clean and you get it back. As I write this I know I will look back and smile on this moment, but for now most of the time it just annoys me because you cry and I hate that you cry when you know you are going to get it back. You are so attached. Both Gigi and Nana have had to fix purple blanket because it got a hole in it. I hope some day you will realize how much I think not only you love the purple blanket, but I have loved what it has come to symbolize for you and me both.
I can't wait to see who you become. You have come along way since the day I pushed you out of my body and held you for the first time. You are my little pumpkin head that I love from head to toe and in between and you make me so proud to be your mommy. Your spirit and laughter light up the room and I hope you always keep that with you as you grow. You know you have a big name and share your special day with the first President of the US so you have a lot to live up to. You are a gift from God that I do not take for granted. My prayer for you is that your big heart, large laugh, and big smile remain with you always and that the Lord always keep you in the palm of his hand.
I love you Little Lady! Happy 3rd Birthday!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Random Thought of the Day
Why is it my age...like my boobies...are both going in the wrong direction? South...and fast. At one time (in my early 20's) I never thought my boobs would sag or that I would hit my 30's. Now that both have happened, I am wondering 1. why boobies have to sag and 2. how did I get so old so fast? I had a real problem saying that I was 27...and now I am having problem's with the next number (32). I guess it is better than the alternative....well at least for my age...but the alternative to my boobs being saggy would be for them to be perky again...and I would take that any day of the week. I am telling you if I could afford to have my boobs lopped, chopped, pulled up, pushed in, and moved north...I would have it done in a heart beat. Random...I know. :)
Friday, February 12, 2010
Sleep? Apparently It Is Only For The Weak!
I have had two nights this week that I have woken up around 2:30-3:00 in the morning and could not go back to sleep. I have many nights I get up about this time to go to the bathroom (I think that habit is one still left over from pregnancy or something) but usually I go right back to sleep. Normally when I wake up and can't go back to sleep I have a strict fight getting up policy but the last few times I have quit and gotten up to watch reruns of the Cosby Show, the news, or something that I have DVR'd (the best invention of the last 5 years). Last night after fighting rolling around and knowing I was awake up trying to pretend I was asleep I decided I couldn't lay in bed anymore so I hit the couch and turned on the TV. After I watched a few infomercials about work out videos and almost buying one set I decided to watch Project Runway and Private Practice. At around 5:00 I decided I needed to try to sleep even if I didn't think I couldn't. I turned off the TV and laid on the couch in what I thought would be dark. Nope...there is a blue light on our DVR that shines...really bright. It isn't a normal blue light....it is neon. I put my hand up over my face and close my eyes thinking if I just close my eyes it will go away. I guess it did for a few minutes but then...it happened. Something got in my mouth...not sure what that something was...praying it wasn't a spider....and made me cough. BLAH!!!!!
Eventually I made my way back to my side of the bed and tried to go back to sleep. I listened to Geoff's alarm go off, asked him if he slept, and then listened to him grunt his way through his workout, shower, and fumbling for clothes. I think I might have dozed off a few times but nothing significant to speak of.
At 8:00 Madison came in and tapped me to remind me that I would not be going back to sleep for good and my day must start whether I wanted it to or not. Apparently this week is trying to teach me sleeping is for the weak or children under the age of 20. Yawn!!!
Eventually I made my way back to my side of the bed and tried to go back to sleep. I listened to Geoff's alarm go off, asked him if he slept, and then listened to him grunt his way through his workout, shower, and fumbling for clothes. I think I might have dozed off a few times but nothing significant to speak of.
At 8:00 Madison came in and tapped me to remind me that I would not be going back to sleep for good and my day must start whether I wanted it to or not. Apparently this week is trying to teach me sleeping is for the weak or children under the age of 20. Yawn!!!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
I'm Not As Young As I Used To Be
Last night was really fun. Geoff and I went to eat at one of the best places in Fayetteville, The Pesto Cafe, and then went down to Dickson Street to see a concert at George's Majestic Lounge (sounds cooler than it is). I enjoyed spending time with Geoff, eating at one of our favorite restaurants in the area and then hanging out for some good music. However, I am not as young as I used to be.
First, When we got down to Dickson Street we had to stand in a line out in the cold for like 30 minutes. When I was in my 20's this probably would not have bothered me....but let me say I was freezing and if we would have had to wait another 10-15 minutes, I am not sure I would have gone to the concert at all. Nobody is worth standing in line out in the cold for over 30 minutes to see.
Second, the concert said it was going to start at 7:00 on the tickets. We were still standing in that very cold line at 7:00. At 8:00 we were inside but there was still no movement. Finally at 9:00 the warm-up band came one and played their set. I have always had an issue with people/places/events that don't stick to time schedules, but as I get older, this drives me more and more crazy! I get that this was a concert in a bar so it was obviously not going to start at 7:00, but the main band didn't even come on until after 10:00! I am starting to be like Big Grasshopper's dad. If someone says they are going to do something, be somewhere, have an appointment, etc. at one time, BE ON TIME!!
Third, my hearing. I STILL can't hear anything this morning. I know this is normal and I know it will eventually go back to normal (I hope), but waking up this morning my ears and head hurt worse than I remember. Ugh...Maybe not as young as I used to be.
Last, we didn't get home until after 1:00 a.m. This isn't really wasn't/isn't a big deal because BG's mom and dad (thank you Nana and Papa) watched the girls last night. The time wasn't the issue...what I find interesting is I kept watching my phone for the time and just kept thinking I should have been reading the girls a book, or tucking the girls in, or even just going to bed myself. I am NOT a night owl. Normally I am asleep by 10ish. I thought last night before we went that I would be excited to be out late, do something that "normal" people do, and just do something we used to do that we don't do anymore. I can now tell you why we don't do this any more or very often.
I know I sound like I am whining (you can write and complain that I am later), but I really am not. All I am saying is maybe, just maybe I am not as young as I used to be. Things that didn't bother me in my 20's when we went out, now bother me. Things that BG and I used to do when we were dating and newly married don't really seem to fit who we are any more. Yes, we still like to get out, yes we still like to have fun, but maybe that getting out and fun is just now in a different form....and maybe I am really OK with it. I was never a party girl and I really don't want to be the party girl who is still trying to hold on to something that was or maybe never was. Yup...I'm not as young as I used to be...and I am completely happy with that!
First, When we got down to Dickson Street we had to stand in a line out in the cold for like 30 minutes. When I was in my 20's this probably would not have bothered me....but let me say I was freezing and if we would have had to wait another 10-15 minutes, I am not sure I would have gone to the concert at all. Nobody is worth standing in line out in the cold for over 30 minutes to see.
Second, the concert said it was going to start at 7:00 on the tickets. We were still standing in that very cold line at 7:00. At 8:00 we were inside but there was still no movement. Finally at 9:00 the warm-up band came one and played their set. I have always had an issue with people/places/events that don't stick to time schedules, but as I get older, this drives me more and more crazy! I get that this was a concert in a bar so it was obviously not going to start at 7:00, but the main band didn't even come on until after 10:00! I am starting to be like Big Grasshopper's dad. If someone says they are going to do something, be somewhere, have an appointment, etc. at one time, BE ON TIME!!
Third, my hearing. I STILL can't hear anything this morning. I know this is normal and I know it will eventually go back to normal (I hope), but waking up this morning my ears and head hurt worse than I remember. Ugh...Maybe not as young as I used to be.
Last, we didn't get home until after 1:00 a.m. This isn't really wasn't/isn't a big deal because BG's mom and dad (thank you Nana and Papa) watched the girls last night. The time wasn't the issue...what I find interesting is I kept watching my phone for the time and just kept thinking I should have been reading the girls a book, or tucking the girls in, or even just going to bed myself. I am NOT a night owl. Normally I am asleep by 10ish. I thought last night before we went that I would be excited to be out late, do something that "normal" people do, and just do something we used to do that we don't do anymore. I can now tell you why we don't do this any more or very often.
I know I sound like I am whining (you can write and complain that I am later), but I really am not. All I am saying is maybe, just maybe I am not as young as I used to be. Things that didn't bother me in my 20's when we went out, now bother me. Things that BG and I used to do when we were dating and newly married don't really seem to fit who we are any more. Yes, we still like to get out, yes we still like to have fun, but maybe that getting out and fun is just now in a different form....and maybe I am really OK with it. I was never a party girl and I really don't want to be the party girl who is still trying to hold on to something that was or maybe never was. Yup...I'm not as young as I used to be...and I am completely happy with that!
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