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Toothless. Wonder.

May 24, 2011

Look what we woke up to today! Tooth number three is gone from my first-born son’s mouth. He is much more patient than I ever was… I would’ve ripped that sucker out days ago, complete with pain and blood. Him? He has the patience of his father. Thank goodness someone got it.

And so, my second baby brings me a moment of pause. I wonder at how quickly time can fly, at times. And in my (few and fleeting) moments of quiet reflection I am in awe of this still little person that grew inside my body and now moves about the world, losing teeth, all on his own.

He’ll still need me, even when he’s big, right?

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Party of Six

May 21, 2011

Say what?!

Did we actually capture all six of us with our eyes open, in good moods, with smiles on our faces?

Why, yes. Yes, we did. (40 self-timer shots later. With William shouting out “Happy Easter!” for the entire world to hear!)

Just begin.

May 17, 2011

Shoo. That was a long spot away from the blog, no? I guess life has just been getting in the way of my writing time. I have had lots of thoughts and ideas swirling around in my mind about what to post, when to post, what to say, etc, etc but have not made a space in my day-to-day to get them out.

So here I am. I am simply going to begin again.

The idea of trying to catch up on previous events, happenings and thoughts completely overwhelms me. So I will not even try.

I will just begin.

Adventures in Shopping, part two

February 8, 2011

So my evening of Shopping Alone began with my husband shuttling himself and all four kiddos out the door for John’s karate class. What a way to start my time. I cannot begin to tell you the last time I was completely alone in my own home. Ok, maybe I can. It must have been, oh say, 9+ years ago when I was pregnant with my first. Honest to God. I’m not making that up. Sounds ridiculous doesn’t it? Well, I simply must do it again. It was pure heaven. My house is Q-U-I-E-T when no one else is here. I had no idea.

Anyhoo, I enjoyed my quiet home for 20 minutes or so and then realized that I needed to high-tail it out of there, lest I still be sitting in the silence when my brood returned, noise and all. So off I went, ipod blaring in my mom-mobile. (Side-note: I like to think I’m still pretty cool, singing at the top of my lungs, rockin’ it like I’m on stage with the cast of Glee… and then I remember I drive a minivan now. Complete with four carseats, countless Cheerios, dog fur, old french fries, toys and diapers. Yep, not so cool anymore. Not so cool.) Back to it: where was I? Oh yes, ipod blaring…

… I grab a non-fat, decaf, sugar-free vanilla latte (oh lord, I really am not cool, am I?! Seriously- decaf?!! sugar-free?!! non-fat?!! good gravy, live a little, woman!!) and make my way to a lovely, well-known department store. As soon as I walk through the doors I already begin to feel out of place. I don’t have my kids with me. My buffer is gone. See, when you have kids -and the more you have, the better this works- you have an instant excuse for any and every thing that may go awry. You can blame it all on the kids. Whatever it is. Not that I usually have something I need to blame on them, but it’s just good to know it’s there.

So, I’m already at a loss- I don’t even know which cart to grab… usually it’s the one with the kid seat, no question. But tonight? No kids. Do I go for the big one with the seat, then I have room for everything, plus a special seat for my purse (no diaper bag tonight, baby WOOT! WOOT!) or do I get the smaller, I’m-cool-like-that cart? ACK! I’m failing at Shopping Alone already! Crap! Which cart?! I go for the smaller, I’m-cool-like-that cart because it has a cup holder for my not-so-cool latte. (I should’ve splurged on a freakin’ mocha or something.) Cart in hand, I begin to make my way to the kid’s department. Crap! Again! Oh that’s right, I’m here for… oh yeah, ME. Ummm… aimlessly push cart around because I DON’T KNOW WHERE I’M GOING. That’s right, peeps. I totally don’t know where my area is. Dang, I don’t even know WHAT my area is anymore. I see signs on the tops of rounders… I go that way. Crap! I don’t know what size I am? 4? 6? 8? 20-something? No clue. 

(Another sidenote for those of you who may not know: in my previous life I used to work in retail. Management and merchandising. For some high-end companies. I knew fashion. I knew cool. Dang it, I was regularly flying to NYC for market week to advise my accounts and buyers. So this is a huge fall from grace.. to not know my size or department.. for shame. On me.)

No size, no department… I start rifling my way through and then realize that not only do I not know my size and department (junior? misses? mom-jeans-land? GAH!) but I DON’T KNOW WHAT I LIKE. Any new items in my wardrobe over the past few years have come in bits and pieces, as needed. A few t-shirts here, some socks, a sweater, comfortable run-errands-in shoes. I really, truly don’t know what I like anymore.

So there I am, a few things thrown in my cart and hanging off the handle. I decide I need a different perspective on the store layout, to continue my plan of attack, so I go over to the shoes. Apparently I still have good taste in shoes (not that I actually OWN any of said shoes, but good taste, nonetheless) because EVERY. SINGLE. PAIR I pick up is fabulous and no less than $200. Two-hundred. DOLLARS. For one pair. Even in our days of being DINKs (double income no kids) I still would not have spent that much on one pair of shoes. I look around for someone to share my smirky, sarcastic, sassy comments with and… no one. Dang. Well, it shook the fuzzy, shopping haze off of me and I looked around with newly renewed focus.

Part three to come… What I Ended Up Choosing and In the Dressing Room. Stay tuned. It’s good. Or bad. Depends, I suppose…

Big, big brown eyes

February 8, 2011

My Boys.

February 4, 2011

I have to tell you, I always wanted a daughter. Yes, I got what I wanted. But I had simply NO idea how much I needed boys. Growing up as nearly an only child (my 1/2 brothers are 12 & 16 years younger than I), I was able to happily ensconse myself in everything I liked to do, as a girl. Quietly reading, playing Barbies, with my stuffed animals, reading, reading, reading… all done quietly and neatly. I like clean. I like quiet. I like not-messy.

Then came John.

Then came William.

Then came Matthew.

Now my home is in some form of disarray most days, loud all the time, and messy. Oh yes, it’s messy.

And I am learning patience, the fun of loud and messy, and that it’s really ok when my boys are leaping, thumping and pounding. They are boys. And I am grateful that, once again, God knows more than I do and He had the wisdom and foresight to see just how much I needed boys.

They make my heart overflow and I adore them.

My boys.

Bad Mama

February 2, 2011

I always swore that I would never be one of those moms who let their children fall asleep in their highchairs. I mean, really, you can’t even pay enough attention to your child to get them out of there before they nod over in complete exhaustion? Sheesh, the utter absurdity of it all and lack of regard for your baby’s needs. Good gravy.

Time to eat crow.