Saturday, December 25, 2010

Happy & Merry & Bright

This Christmas finds us back in Oklahoma. This is the first Christmas for our youngest, the second for our oldest, and I'm officially without a bun in the oven. Thank goodness. For the past two Christmases I've been on the verge of popping.

These two have been having a fantastic Christmas.

This one has had more fun playing with her new cell phone, keys, remote, piano and microphone...all in her new tent.

And this one is beyond Tinkerbell-ed out.

And now the babes are napping, I'm still in my pajamas and glasses, Jason's on his third viewing of A Chistmas Story, and things are merry and bright.
We hope that all of you have a wonderful Christmas and that you are surrounded by those you love, and those who love you.

Happy and Merry Christmas- Love the Lashleys

Photography by the fabulous and ever-patient, Mandy Stansberry.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

A Simple Email

I received an email yesterday from a mom with two boys from a different part of the country. The oldest is 21 months and the youngest is 9 months. Just one week shy of being exactly a year apart. She told me that reading my blog was like looking at her life...and then I read her blog and said it was like looking at my life.

I guess my point is this. It's always nice to know that somebody out there is going through the same thing you are...the same struggles, the same triumphs, the same day-to-day life and routine as you. And sometimes I'm so consumed with my life, that I forget to look "out". I have to thank this mom for reaching out to me. Because it honestly feels like some sort of lifeline.

Most of the people I know who have had children very close together, have kids that are grown. And they just pat me on the shoulder, laugh and tell me that I'll survive.

Glad to know that there's someone out there surviving right along with me.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

If you don't think this is really sweet

Then you probably need to search for your soul somewhere. You probably lost it when you struck that deal with Satan.

Tinkerbell is the deal around our house. Chloe, who does not have the patience for any sort of TV or movies, could probably watch 24 hours of Tinkerbell or "Bell" as she calls it. She would only break to drink some milk and terrorize her sister.

When she's not watching one of our three Tinkebell movies, she's coloring in her Tinkerbell coloring book, talking to Bell on the phone, pretending to fly like Bell, or saying "Bell, Bell, Bell" until I turn the movie on.

In one of her coloring books she found a sticker of Tinkerbell. It's a small sticker and fits nicely on her hand. She carried around that sticker for two days. She would sing to it, talk to it and kiss it non-stop. Probably one of the cutest things I've ever seen.


She even loved Bell so much that she ripped her bottom half off.

But sometimes that's just what happens in the name of love.

And don't worry. She won't have to carry around a pathetic little sticker for long. I have it on good authority that Santa is bringing her a Tinkerbell doll for Christmas.

Monday, December 20, 2010

All She Wants for Christmas

She just wants her two front teeth, of course. And by the looks of things, I have a feeling Santa might bring her another by this weekend.


Which means that he'll bring a me a feverish and runny-nosed baby. Thanks a lot Santa.

Friday, December 17, 2010

A Little Ways Back: Part Two

There's a part two on my blog. This is a miracle.

Sometimes I surprise myself.

Here are a few pics of Chloe. I warned you that they were all of my girls.




You're Welcome.

I just want to let all of you know that I have showered every single day this week.

Showering hasn't occurred at this frequency in a really long time.

And... you're welcome.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

A Little Ways Back: Part One

One of my pre-New Year's resolutions is to clean out some old pictures I have on my camera. And by "some", I mean that I have a few hundred pictures that need to be downloaded, edited and deleted. And the pictures are mainly of my girls. So it's really cute, but probably considered annoying to anyone who did not carry and birth these two girls. Anyhow, so that I don't have to go through this process alone, I thought I'd drag you along with me. I promise I won't bore you too much. Only three posts consisting a of a hundred pictures each. I promise. That's it. Aren't I editing myself so well?

And just so you don't get too scared and ignore my blog completely, let me tell you about my blogging history. If I start a series of posts and use "Part One" in the title, there is usually never a "Part Two" or "Part Three". I'm just flaky like that.

So I bring you part one of the "series".

The first set of pictures are from this summer, when we first moved into our house in OK. I think these pictures are so funny because....well....I just think they're funny. So here you go.






Tuesday, December 14, 2010

A Little Thing this Idiot Mom Likes to Call Overstimulation.

When you take their favorite thing in the world, a Christmas tree, and place it on the dresser in their room.


Only to be accompanied by their third favorite thing in the world, Christmas lights. Their second favorite thing is their Daddy.


And then you take their favorite animal figurines.

A pair of cats that are normally housed in a birdcage on their dresser. (Maybe strange, but I think it's so funny. Cats in a birdcage. Get it? Am I the only one laughing at the hilarity of it all? Probably. I'm usually the only one laughing at my jokes.)


And a few...well, I'm not really sure what that is. Maybe a jackelope?


And you cover those figurines in Christmas lights.

And then you drape everything on their dresser in brightly-colored Christmas lights.


And when the girls freak out about their Christmasy room, your heart bursts with joy.

So you leave the Christmas explosion on while they fall asleep, because it's cozy. And you're clearly stupid.

And then you try to figure out why it takes your girls two hours to fall asleep when it normally takes them 20 minutes. Nothing comes to mind. And they are passing the time by playing peekaboo, screaming, laughing, crying and whipping their hair back and forth.

But eventually they fall asleep, and you think, "that was weird."

And then you repeat the same routine not one, not two, but three nights in a row.

And on the third night you think, "maybe it's the Christmas lights."

So you unplug them. And they fall right asleep.

And it only took you four nights to figure this out. Four. Not 30 minutes on the first night. But four whole nights.

Someone's an idiot.

Monday, December 13, 2010

21 and 10

My girls are 21 months and 10 months. Not today. Actually last week. But I'm just running behind like that.

I'm not going to come up with a fancy list about their milestones. Mainly because I don't have the memory capacity for that right now. But I will leave you with a couple of tidbits.

Stella is 3 inches taller than Chloe was at the same age. But they weighed the same. One is in the 90th percentile for height, and the other is in the 20th. In terms of weight....we'll just say they both carry their weight well. And in turn, I have the pleasure of carrying around almost 45 pounds of weight on a daily basis. Which is probably why I can currently bench press 350.


Every time we are out in public someone asks if they are twins. I think it's kind of funny because to me they look so different in age. But we are still asked all the time. And the conversation almost always goes exactly like this:

Inquiring Person: strange look. cock the head. look back and forth at the girl. "Are they twins?"

Me: "They're 11 months apart. Close enough."

Inquiring Person: obviously doing some math in their head. "Wow. That is close."

Me: laughing. "Yes it is."

Inquiring Person: "You have your hands full."

Me: "Yes, I do."

And it's true. I have my hands full. Really, really, really full, to be more exact.


But I wouldn't have it any other way.

Friday, December 10, 2010

What Can I Say?

She has a thing for trees. Like, real trees. Nature trees. Remember this post?

So you'd better believe when we put up a tree, with lights, and balls (as she calls them), and a star to top it off, she basically lost her mind. She danced and screamed and danced and screamed and danced and screamed for about two hours straight. And even after all that cardio, she was still too wired to go to bed.

Stella zonked out before we even got the tree out of the box.

So we stayed up really late with her, watched her and laughed at (with her) and watched and laughed at (with her) and watched her Christmas tizzy.

Christmas Tree

And it was one of the best nights. Ever.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

She'll Be Fine.

Stella is definitely the second child. And she is treated like the second child. And she is blogged about like the second child. And since I have already declared this blog, Chloe and Stella's Baby Book, I can tell you that I have about 30% of Chloe's milestones posted in this so-called baby book, and about 5% Stella's milestones documented on this mess-of-a-thing. I'm scared to think what will happen if we have another baby. You'll probably never even know...

I was watching Stella play this morning and I had to laugh at her playtime circumstances. Definitely a second child situation was happening. A few points of how this picture depicts a second child playtime scenario, if you will:

1. She was playing right by the edge of the fireplace. Mind you, it was not lit (only because I don't know how), but the edge of that thing is sharp. And where was I? Miles away from her. Admiring her cuteness. Not even thinking about the danger that lurked close by.

2. Now I don't really know what this thing is. It had a wire sticking out of it at one point. But Jason, in what I can only describe as "a fit of insanity" pushed the cable in (which left this gaping hole), and then proceeded to stick the end of a plastic ice cream cone in it, which in turn made the girls laugh hysterically. I walked upon this "fit of insanity" and was a little upset. At first I thought it was a real ice cream cone and yelled "what a waste of ice cream" but then saw that it was a plastic ice cream cone. Shoved into the wall. And the girls were laughing hysterically. And then they began shoving the ice cream cone into the wall. And then I said, because I was the only lucid person at this point, "isn't that a fire hazard?" No one answered me. The crazies just kept at it. I had to walk away.

3. She is oh-so-close to the electrical outlet. What can I say? At least they're covered. They might not have been before the picture was taken, but they also could've been too. Or maybe I just don't want anyone who reads this blog to have me reported, or worse yet, think I'm a bad mom, and so I covered them for the photo op. You'll never know. And I'll never tell. But I'm sure you can deduce from my ramblings exactly what happened.

-Point to be made about points 1, 2 and 3. Chloe never would've have been in the situation I call "The Trifecta of Danger". At any moment poor, little Stella could've stuck her finger in the electrical socket, while shoving a plastic ice cream cone into that other thing, and for the finale, fall against the fire place. But my poor second child was left there to fend for herself. And I didn't even think twice about it. And what was she left to play with?

4. An old formula can. I don't even know if it had been washed out or properly sterilized, but she was having a ball with it. Chloe was only given age appropriate toys that would advance her developmentally, but Stella was left with what might be presumed of as a piece of trash.


She is definitely the second child, and my mantra for her is "she'll be fine." If you're ever around us, and you see her with an entire cracker in her mouth, while starting in on a cookie, and you ask if she's okay. I'll give her a once over, look you dead in the eye, do some silly motion with my hands and say, "she's fine."

But this little girl is more than just fine. She is the apple of my eye. And she has made my heart stretch and grow in ways that I never would've imagined. And while I may not have every moment documented here, or anywhere else for that matter, I've got them all right where they belong. Inside this crazy head of mine.

Which makes me think that I should go ahead and write them down before I go off the deep end.

We love you, Stella Elizabeth.