Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Parent presents
For his birthday, Matt got new pajamas, tea, a board game, chocolate cherries and this:
A two-seater wagon complete with cup holder and sun shade.
And though it wasn't really for him, he was easily the most excited about this.
A two-seater wagon complete with cup holder and sun shade.
And though it wasn't really for him, he was easily the most excited about this.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
This is all you get
I know.
There's been a lack of posting.
Again.
It's just that, well, things are not easy right now.
Staying on top of two very opinionated girls, along with the insane amount of work to be done during the day, leaves me totally listless.
But here's an shortened version of what my posts would have been like recently:
Tantrums, peeing in underwear, clingy babies, tantrums, crying, snow!
There's been a lack of posting.
Again.
It's just that, well, things are not easy right now.
Staying on top of two very opinionated girls, along with the insane amount of work to be done during the day, leaves me totally listless.
But here's an shortened version of what my posts would have been like recently:
Tantrums, peeing in underwear, clingy babies, tantrums, crying, snow!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
The Christmas Princesses
We don't celebrate Christmas, but there's no denying that Christmas lights are super pretty. And now that we are suburbanites, I am noticing that people out here are really, really into decorating.
There's this one house on the corner that has the entire blow-up cast of Winnie the Pooh on an actual, moving blow-up merry-go-round.
Sometimes, for fun, I take the girls to get warm milks at Starbucks (whatever, I don't want to hear it) and then we drive around looking at the "beautiful lights." Our favorites are the white lights, especially when there's a matching all-white Christmas tree in the window.
But there's this one house that has a manger all lit up, and the plastic people in that manger scene are wearing purple and blue and pink robes.
So it's totally understandable why I would hear a little voice shouting excitedly from the back of the car:
"Look, Mommy! Princesses!"
There's this one house on the corner that has the entire blow-up cast of Winnie the Pooh on an actual, moving blow-up merry-go-round.
Sometimes, for fun, I take the girls to get warm milks at Starbucks (whatever, I don't want to hear it) and then we drive around looking at the "beautiful lights." Our favorites are the white lights, especially when there's a matching all-white Christmas tree in the window.
But there's this one house that has a manger all lit up, and the plastic people in that manger scene are wearing purple and blue and pink robes.
So it's totally understandable why I would hear a little voice shouting excitedly from the back of the car:
"Look, Mommy! Princesses!"
Friday, December 5, 2008
Wiped Out
November is usually my favorite month.
Ever since that one Thanksgiving weekend in 11th grade, when I went to a party with seniors and college kids and consumed a lot of wine coolers and "special cigarettes," November's always had a bit of reckless fun to it.
But not this year. November 2008 was nothing but a mess of pink eye, mouth infections, stomach flus and sleepless nights.
Sure, we got a new president and Ella turned one and those were amazing, inspiring events.
Even so, I am just TIRED and worn out. All I want to do is lay in bed for an entire weekend and watch romantic comedy reruns on TNT. And then I think that I probably won't be able to do something like that for another 10 years at least makes me a little extra crabby.
Blah.
Ever since that one Thanksgiving weekend in 11th grade, when I went to a party with seniors and college kids and consumed a lot of wine coolers and "special cigarettes," November's always had a bit of reckless fun to it.
But not this year. November 2008 was nothing but a mess of pink eye, mouth infections, stomach flus and sleepless nights.
Sure, we got a new president and Ella turned one and those were amazing, inspiring events.
Even so, I am just TIRED and worn out. All I want to do is lay in bed for an entire weekend and watch romantic comedy reruns on TNT. And then I think that I probably won't be able to do something like that for another 10 years at least makes me a little extra crabby.
Blah.
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