I also love this color. I want to paint something this color, but it'd have to be tiny. Maybe a closet? It makes me want to go back to Mexico! (This is from Domino too)
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Pretty room
I love this room, when the girls are older, I'm totally going to copy this. (from Domino) I think the matching lampshade might be a bit much though. My inner 8 year old wants a sleepover in there!
I also love this color. I want to paint something this color, but it'd have to be tiny. Maybe a closet? It makes me want to go back to Mexico! (This is from Domino too)
I also love this color. I want to paint something this color, but it'd have to be tiny. Maybe a closet? It makes me want to go back to Mexico! (This is from Domino too)
Monday, May 19, 2008
Girls
Today while I was feeding Aimee, Katie went into the bathroom, looked through the drawers, and decided to paint her toenails. Unfortunately, she also painted the floor. When I came in she was trying to sweep it up with the broom. While I'm a bit upset that our floor has a permanent pink and sparkly spot, I'm also secretly glad that she's kind of girly. I don't want her to be too girly, but what would I do with a girl who doesn't like nail polish?
Don't tell Jon though, he already has no idea what to do with two girls!
Don't tell Jon though, he already has no idea what to do with two girls!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Mom-ness
I'm starting to worry that if I am ever in a true emergency, I will be useless. Why you ask? Because I'm pretty useless in minor emergencies. Last week while at Value Village Katie fell out of the shopping cart. She leaned over to try and grab something, and ended up on the floor. I saw it coming a split second before it happened, which makes me feel worse, since I couldn't save her.
So I left my cart and carried her and Aimee to the car. She was crying, and I felt so bad! I gave her some tylenol, and promised a burrito, then she stopped crying, and even smiled! So I called Jon to tell him what happened, and I don't know! I mean, I saw her falling, and land, but my brain just didn't process it or something. She had a huge bump on her forehead, and I thought she landed on her back. She fell out of her crib like a year ago too, and the same thing happened, I saw it, but I couldn't tell you what I saw. Am I just blocking it out? Anyway, I hope I am never the sole witness to some crime, because I will be no help.
Also, we went to the park with our friends yesterday, and we were running around (I was chasing her, which again makes me feel like a GREAT mom) and she fell on the sidewalk. She always has a lot of momentum falling, and she falls on her knees, then her head follows shortly. So yesterday she got this bump on her head, and her nose is scraped up. On top of that, her cheeks were all red later, and I think it was a tiny sunburn. (which was just confirmed by my red scalp) And I am the one who is normally so anal about sunscreen! Side note, we had so much fun! Thanks Heather and Rebecca!
And a cute one of the two, just because.
(yes I know that's a pacifier, and no, I'm not taking it from her yet!)
Anyway, all this talk about Katie falling made me realize, she falls a lot. I mean a lot. Her little legs are always sporting at least 5 bruises, and her head gets bumps pretty often. I'm worried that a) she's just clumsy, like me, poor girl, b) people will think I'm a terrible mom because my kid is perma-bruised and c) what if something else is wrong, and this is a warning sign that I don't know about! Yeah c is kind of a long shot, but you know how moms are, right?
I guess I'm just feeling like kind of a crappy mom. Let me first say, I've got pretty good self-esteem, Most of the time I err on the side of thinking I'm too awesome. But being a mom is hard, and having not much sleep makes it harder. And I hate being grumpy, but I am. I just wanted to say, I'm not depressed, I don't think I'm terrible, but some days I just suck at mommy-ing. I would like to assume we all have those kinds of days, right? They just happen far too often to me for my liking. Generally, I think I'm a good parent, but I'm controlling. I never thought that would be my issue, but it totally is. I want things to go MY way! And I've got a 2 year old who wants things to go HER way! You can imagine how that ends up, right? So I'm trying hard to stick to my new mantra, "You can't control your children, you can only control yourself". So if she wants to run and pick a flower before she gets in the car, I let her. If she wants to wrap herself in Aimee's blankets, I let her. If she wants to play in the mud, that's where I draw the line!
Anyway, I didn't post anything on Mother's day, so here it is, a couple days late:
Mom, I love you! You are one of my best friends, and you were my only friend when I moved away. I appreciate all you've done for me, and realize it's way too much to even try to list. And thanks for keeping me when I was a constantly screaming baby, because I'm pretty sure I would have given me away :) Thanks for being so nice to me, and doing things no one else would. Just in case you didn't know, you are awesome.
Jon's mom, thanks for raising such a great son. He's the best, and I love him so much. And thanks for all your help with everything! We love you!
So I left my cart and carried her and Aimee to the car. She was crying, and I felt so bad! I gave her some tylenol, and promised a burrito, then she stopped crying, and even smiled! So I called Jon to tell him what happened, and I don't know! I mean, I saw her falling, and land, but my brain just didn't process it or something. She had a huge bump on her forehead, and I thought she landed on her back. She fell out of her crib like a year ago too, and the same thing happened, I saw it, but I couldn't tell you what I saw. Am I just blocking it out? Anyway, I hope I am never the sole witness to some crime, because I will be no help.
Also, we went to the park with our friends yesterday, and we were running around (I was chasing her, which again makes me feel like a GREAT mom) and she fell on the sidewalk. She always has a lot of momentum falling, and she falls on her knees, then her head follows shortly. So yesterday she got this bump on her head, and her nose is scraped up. On top of that, her cheeks were all red later, and I think it was a tiny sunburn. (which was just confirmed by my red scalp) And I am the one who is normally so anal about sunscreen! Side note, we had so much fun! Thanks Heather and Rebecca!
Here she is showing off her "bonk"
And a cute one of the two, just because.
(yes I know that's a pacifier, and no, I'm not taking it from her yet!)
I guess I'm just feeling like kind of a crappy mom. Let me first say, I've got pretty good self-esteem, Most of the time I err on the side of thinking I'm too awesome. But being a mom is hard, and having not much sleep makes it harder. And I hate being grumpy, but I am. I just wanted to say, I'm not depressed, I don't think I'm terrible, but some days I just suck at mommy-ing. I would like to assume we all have those kinds of days, right? They just happen far too often to me for my liking. Generally, I think I'm a good parent, but I'm controlling. I never thought that would be my issue, but it totally is. I want things to go MY way! And I've got a 2 year old who wants things to go HER way! You can imagine how that ends up, right? So I'm trying hard to stick to my new mantra, "You can't control your children, you can only control yourself". So if she wants to run and pick a flower before she gets in the car, I let her. If she wants to wrap herself in Aimee's blankets, I let her. If she wants to play in the mud, that's where I draw the line!
Anyway, I didn't post anything on Mother's day, so here it is, a couple days late:
Mom, I love you! You are one of my best friends, and you were my only friend when I moved away. I appreciate all you've done for me, and realize it's way too much to even try to list. And thanks for keeping me when I was a constantly screaming baby, because I'm pretty sure I would have given me away :) Thanks for being so nice to me, and doing things no one else would. Just in case you didn't know, you are awesome.
Jon's mom, thanks for raising such a great son. He's the best, and I love him so much. And thanks for all your help with everything! We love you!
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Grocery Shopping
Both girls are sleeping right now, and I should be doing something productive, but I just don't feel like it! So I'll tell you about my day instead, that be fun? (that be fun is a katie-ism that we all say now in case you were worried I'm lapsing in my vocab skills)
So most mornings Katie wakes up too early, so Jon puts a movie on for her, and I get to sleep for another hour or so. I realize I'm rotting my kid's brain out, but sleep is that important! Anyway, then we rush around and get everyone ready to go, and this is when Aimee likes to poop or spit up on the outfit I've put on her. We finally get out the door at least 5 min late, and head to work. Katie's usually pretty good in the car, but she always has at least one freak-out about something. Most of the time it's because she wants to get something she dropped, and she's stuck in her car seat, and then "I'm stuck!" and "Too tight!" get yelled at me. But she was good today.
After work I decide to go grocery shopping. It normally ends in both kids screaming and me downing a box of donuts on the way home, but today both girls were awesome. I even let Katie get out of the cart and walk by me, and she was so good. Anyway, at least 6 different people stared at me, Katie and Aimee, and as I walked past said "wow, you sure have your hands full!" Now, I'm normally a pretty nice girl, things like that don't usually bother me. But both girls were being angels, and I only have two! It's not like I took six kids with me and they were all screaming, which is what these people were looking at me like. So I smiled at the first two old ladies, I said yeah to the next old guy and some random lady, but the last two I did my fake smile and just walked away. So I decide to buy Katie a treat since she was so good, and she picks Mambas. The checker scanned it, and Katie immediately grabbed it. Then she stuck it in her mouth and carried it there like a little dog all the way to the car. It was funny, so I just let her do it, and this lady in the parking lot gave her and me the stink eye. None of your business lady! Then a guy and his teenage daughter walked by and laughed, thank goodness, or I might have run them over with my cart. Then I open the Mambas, and holy crap, each piece is individually wrapped, then wrapped in three groups, then wrapped again! So I give Katie one, and she acts like she's in heaven. She shares one with me, and picks out one for Daddy. Then she says, "I share with daddy! He just unwrap it, and eat it like a big girl!" She is so cute.
So I bought a bunch of food, and there's good news and bad news. The good is that I didn't buy a box of cookies, and we can pretend that I have willpower and it's not because they were all out. The bad news is that I bought fruits and veggies, and good stuff, and I'm eating cereal. Go me.
Last thing: I bought some ice cream, and I thought the container looked a bit small. I took it home, and the old ice cream is 1.75qts and the new is only 1.5! Dreyer's is totally selling smaller containers of ice cream for the same price. Anyway, just letting you know, so you can also get some righteous indignation, and do nothing about it, just like me!
So most mornings Katie wakes up too early, so Jon puts a movie on for her, and I get to sleep for another hour or so. I realize I'm rotting my kid's brain out, but sleep is that important! Anyway, then we rush around and get everyone ready to go, and this is when Aimee likes to poop or spit up on the outfit I've put on her. We finally get out the door at least 5 min late, and head to work. Katie's usually pretty good in the car, but she always has at least one freak-out about something. Most of the time it's because she wants to get something she dropped, and she's stuck in her car seat, and then "I'm stuck!" and "Too tight!" get yelled at me. But she was good today.
After work I decide to go grocery shopping. It normally ends in both kids screaming and me downing a box of donuts on the way home, but today both girls were awesome. I even let Katie get out of the cart and walk by me, and she was so good. Anyway, at least 6 different people stared at me, Katie and Aimee, and as I walked past said "wow, you sure have your hands full!" Now, I'm normally a pretty nice girl, things like that don't usually bother me. But both girls were being angels, and I only have two! It's not like I took six kids with me and they were all screaming, which is what these people were looking at me like. So I smiled at the first two old ladies, I said yeah to the next old guy and some random lady, but the last two I did my fake smile and just walked away. So I decide to buy Katie a treat since she was so good, and she picks Mambas. The checker scanned it, and Katie immediately grabbed it. Then she stuck it in her mouth and carried it there like a little dog all the way to the car. It was funny, so I just let her do it, and this lady in the parking lot gave her and me the stink eye. None of your business lady! Then a guy and his teenage daughter walked by and laughed, thank goodness, or I might have run them over with my cart. Then I open the Mambas, and holy crap, each piece is individually wrapped, then wrapped in three groups, then wrapped again! So I give Katie one, and she acts like she's in heaven. She shares one with me, and picks out one for Daddy. Then she says, "I share with daddy! He just unwrap it, and eat it like a big girl!" She is so cute.
So I bought a bunch of food, and there's good news and bad news. The good is that I didn't buy a box of cookies, and we can pretend that I have willpower and it's not because they were all out. The bad news is that I bought fruits and veggies, and good stuff, and I'm eating cereal. Go me.
Last thing: I bought some ice cream, and I thought the container looked a bit small. I took it home, and the old ice cream is 1.75qts and the new is only 1.5! Dreyer's is totally selling smaller containers of ice cream for the same price. Anyway, just letting you know, so you can also get some righteous indignation, and do nothing about it, just like me!
Monday, May 5, 2008
Cinco de Mayo!
It's May already! Jon and I like Cinco de Mayo because that's the day we officially got engaged. So five years ago today, Jon proposed, and here we are. So I got tagged a while back, and started doing it, but never finished. So I figured now is a good time.
Who proposed? Jon, of course! I may have hinted at it first though.
Who has more friends? Another good question. I guess I do, but Jon sees his friends more often. And his brothers are his best friends, which I think is cheating.
So there you go. It's kind of crazy how little we knew each other when we got married, but we thought we knew everything! Ha! It's been so fun though, and these have definitely been the best 5 years of my life so far. Jon is my best friend, and we love just being with each other.
Here we are five years ago!
What's his name? Jonathan, but everyone calls him Jon.
How long have you been married? It will be the big 5 year this August!
How long did you date? Um, officially date, or hang out? I’ll just say we knew each other for two months before we got engaged. That seems so crazy now!
How old is he? 28, will be 29 this year. He’s getting so old :)
Who eats more? Sadly, I do. But I’m still nursing, like that is any excuse.
Who said I love you first? Well he said “I think I love you” first, but I said it without the “I think”, so I win!
Who is smarter? Right now, it’s definitely Jon. He’s going to school, and I talk to kids all day. But in general, we’re about the same, but with different specialties.
Whose temper is worse? Me, hands down. Jon has never yelled in his life, no exaggeration. But I get over things quicker.
Who does the laundry? I have to sort it, but Jon does the taking it over to his parents and washing it part. I generally fold it though, except pants. That is one thing Jon is awesome at, and I make him fold all the pants.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? If you’re looking at the bed from the foot, it’s me.
Who cooks dinner? Me. Jon will heat up some chicken nuggets if I’m deathly ill.
Who pays the bills? Jon does the online ones, I do the check writing ones.
Who is more spoiled? That is an excellent question. I think we’re tied. But Jon gets what he wants by figuring out ways to get it, while I mostly get things as presents. So…maybe me.
Who drives when you are in the same car? Jon, unless I'm taking him to school.
Who is more stubborn? Jon.
Whose parents do you see the most? The ones we live with! Jon’s parents. But we still see mine often.Who proposed? Jon, of course! I may have hinted at it first though.
Who has more friends? Another good question. I guess I do, but Jon sees his friends more often. And his brothers are his best friends, which I think is cheating.
Who has more siblings? Exactly the same! But all my siblings are married, and two of Jon’s aren’t, so I win if you count them too.
Who wears the pants in the family? We’ve both got a leg in. But I think Katie thinks she calls all the shots.
So there you go. It's kind of crazy how little we knew each other when we got married, but we thought we knew everything! Ha! It's been so fun though, and these have definitely been the best 5 years of my life so far. Jon is my best friend, and we love just being with each other.
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